Disclaimer: I do not own transformers, they are owned by Hasbro. The little girl in this story belongs to :iconsw124:, who requested this fic. Based in G1. There is slash here. No like – no read. this is strictly a fan fic, and will have a more chapters to come. No flames or harsh comments. Constructive criticisms welcome. enjoy!

Prowl and Jazz had bonded many years ago, and had loved each other even longer. But now that they were on earth, they had to keep their relationship a secret, as they did not think that the earthlings would understand. And one day, as Jazz was driving around the city, he found a lost, lonely human who looked like she needed a friend.

Jazz was driving down an alley, a creepy place especially since the sun was setting and it was getting dark, but as Jazz was taking a back route to the Autobot base, the Autobot came upon a sight that broke his spark. A lost little girl, no more than 5 years old was rummaging through the garbage, seemingly looking for food. Her clothing was tattered and torn, with holes in every place they could be and still look decent. The little girl was quiet as she went about her dirty work, her dirty little face smiling when she found part of an orange that was still somewhat edible. The little girl then took her precious treasure to her cardboard box and slowly snacked on the sweet orange, though it was slightly past its due date, it still tasted good enough to the little girl. And she closed her eyes as she slowly swallowed the treasure she had found.

Jazz was sparkbroken as he had never seen such a sad sight in his entire existence as this helpless girl who was so young and yet thrown on the street, one of the many such people who fall through the cracks as society never sees them. Jazz moved closer to the girl slowly, as he did not want to scare her. Jazz silently transformed as the girl was closing her eyes and enjoying the last piece of her precious orange. Jazz attempted to reach out to the little girl, but her eyes shot open, and scared of the big monstrosity, she flipped her little cardboard box over and hid, hoping the big scary thing would go away, but then she heard a soft spoken voice, trying to talk to her.

"Hey there, little girl, I don't want to hurt you. I want to help you" stated Jazz, but he got no verbal reply. He waited and waited, and when he was just about to give up, the box moved, and the girl threw it aside. She looked up at him, her nervousness showing in the fact that she quickly looked down and away, as if she did not deserve to even look at something so pretty. But Jazz, offered her his hand so that she would be able to see him eye to optic.

The little girl was scared, and hesitantly climbed on Jazz's extended. Jazz studied the beautiful yet dirty young girl. She spoke not a word, and that made Jazz wonder, did even know how to communicate?

"HI my name is Jazz" stated Jazz, "can you tell me your name?"

The little looked up at him and shook her head. She then pointed at a scar on her throat. Jazz was not sure what it all meant, but deciding that the girl no longer belonged on the street, Jazz took the small girl home to the base with him. The little girl just watched as for the first time she was in a car and was safe from the chilly night air. And on the way back to the base, the little girl fell asleep, curled up on Jazz's back seat. Jazz just smiled, as he realized that the little girl trusted him to protect her.

Once at the base, Jazz ran straight to his and his sparkmate's private quarters, gently caring the sleeping little girl in his hand. Prowl, noticing that Jazz had returned to their room, turned to embrace his lover. But as Prowl approached Jazz, the tactician noticed that Jazz was holding something precious in his hand. Prowl took one look at the little one, and realized it was a very little human child that had spent at least a few months if not longer wandering the streets. Prowl asked Jazz the obvious question.

"Where did you find her, and what is that scar on her throat?" asked Prowl.

"I found her digging through a trash can in an alley on my way back to the base. She seemed so lost and forlorn that I could not leave her there. As for the scar on her throat, I could not say. Maybe Ratchet could tell us" replied Jazz, now even more curious about this precious little female that he had found.

Jazz and Prowl soon took the little one into the med bay, as she was still asleep, and had Ratchet look the little one over. And after examining her, Ratchet told Prowl and Jazz something that they had not expected to hear.

"The scar on her neck is from when someone removed her vocal chords. She can't talk, she is what the humans call mute. She can understand and is quite smart from what I can tell, but she will never be able to talk" replied Ratchet, bringing sadness to all three bots as it was painful to see someone so young suffer from something that could have been preventable, as Ratchet had told them that her chords had been removed by force and not because they were diseased. Ratchet also stated he was surprised the girl had even survived.

Prowl and Jazz both felt crushed, but they were determined that they could help raise the precious little female. And soon, the two left the med bay with their newest little member of their family who still lay sleeping but now in Prowl's hand. The three made their way back to the quarters, and once they got there, Prowl and Jazz quickly threw together a bed for their newest member before enjoying each other and falling into recharge.

(next day)

The little girl woke feeling warm. She realized that she was sleeping in a comfy bed. And since it was so comfy, she fell back to sleep, not even seeing the bots that lay in the berth next to her. Prowl, the early bird that he had to be, he reached down and gently woke the little girl. She was a little afraid, but she could see that he was trying to communicate with her.

"Is there any way I can learn your name, dear?" asked Prowl to the little girl, who soon made a writing motion that Prowl understood, and he handed her something to write with and on.

And as Prowl watched, the little girl wrote this, in very broken writing: "My name is S4, and I am 5 years old. My voice box was destroyed when bad people killed my parents and my brother, they left me alive, as I was only two, but they removed my vocal chords. I ran away from them at age 3. I have been living on the street since."

Prowl's spark broke as this broken little girl was trying to tell her story. And after she was done with her broken writing, Prowl lifted her up and placed her as close to his spark as he could. S4 loved feeling the warmth the bot offered. Grateful, she looked up at the tactician and smiled. And Prowl, though usually un emotional smiled back and told her, "you no longer have to worry, my little S4, my sparkmate and I are going to take care of you."

And with that, little S4 hugged Prowl as best she could while Prowl returned the gesture as best he could without hurting S4. Once S4 fell back asleep, Prowl placed back into the bed Jazz and he had created for her and then Prowl left for an early morning report. And he also planned to discuss about Jazz and himself being the guardians of this lost little human child. Prowl just hoped that everything would work out for the best, for he knew he had a very little life that now depended on him, and he was not going to let her down.