Holding the small fragile life against his chest, Barricade gently stroked the top of the sparkling's helm, smiling when it's bright blue optics opened for the very first time. The little creature looked around, taking in her surroundings, a tiny hand grabbing onto one of his claws. For a few moments he watched on in silence before turning his attention to the mech on the berth whom was watching him with an exhausted expression.

"You should rest." Barricade said in a hushed tone, wandering closer to the other.

"Not until I know that she is safe," He protested with a shake of his helm "Considering the three of us are still among the living, I presume no one is aware that you are here?"

"Unless Bonecrusher has suddenly grown a processor and taught himself to use a computer, then no. The cameras are currently on a continuous loop so in theory, no one should know that you have even sparked her." Handing the sparkling over to her carrier, Barricade sat himself down on the edge of the berth. "I'm quite impressed that you were as quiet as you were."

"External signs of pain are a weakness one in my situation cannot afford Barricade," He commented, optics focused on the sparklet in his arms. "Have you considered my request?"

"I have," Barricade replied with a nod "I will do what I can to get her to the Autobots, but I can't promise anything, not when Starscream seems to constantly be watching me. Hopefully Prime will hear me out rather than allowing that damn Weapons Specialist to shoot first and ask questions later."

Chuckling the other mech gave him a wan smile "Ironhide knows better than to do so, though it might be an idea to take something you can use as a shield. Just in case."

"Ah, that's so reassuring, thank you Prowl." The Autobot SiC bowed his head, nuzzling his daughter. Watching the pair Barricade made a soft noise before blurting out "Jazz is alive." Prowl instantaneously froze, pulling away from his sparkling to stare at the other.

"What?"

"Jazz is alive." He repeated "Don't ask me how, Primus knows I don't understand half of the things Prime pulls off, but he's definitely alive. Starscream came back last night missing half a wing. Megatron put him through the wall and sent me to investigate. It was...definitely Jazz. No other Autobot I know is stupid enough to carry around Screamer's shredded wing like a trophy, likewise no one is obnoxious enough to play human music. Well...I suppose Blaster would be but he certainly isn't planetside yet." Realising he was rambling, Barricade shut himself up and turned to look at Prowl whose expression was unreadable. "Prowl?"

"I thought he was dead. I...I felt him die."

"He did." Barricade said firmly "I saw Megatron kill him." Internally groaning about his lack of tact Barricade dropped his head. "But he's alive now, so there's no point thinking about the past."

"One day I will teach you some tact." Prowl sighed after a few moments of silence "I am glad to know he's alive and well. All I can hope is that she makes it to him. If she cannot have her carrier with her then at least she may have her sire."

"She needs a name." Barricade pointed out.
"Rythm." Prowl replied with no hesitation "It was Jazz's carrier's name and one we agreed upon if we ever had a femme."

"It's a good name." Releasing a heavy intake Prowl held his daughter out to the Decepticon who took her from him with little hesitation. "I'll come back for you when I can."

"No." Prowl said firmly with a shake of his head "Your priority is to keep her safe. I have survived this long, I can survive a little longer and if Primus deems it time then I will pass on to the Well content in the knowledge that my family is safe." He kept his gaze focused on the wall of his cell as Barricade stood up and moved to the entrance.

"You're my brother Prowl." Barricade began softly, refusing to glance back at the other mech, knowing that if he did he wouldn't be able to bring himself to leave with him in tow, lowering his already minute chance of escaping unnoticed. "I will come back for you, that I promise." With that he fled the cell, reactivating the bars behind him and retreating from the brig, sparkling held securely against his chassis.