A/N: 2 days ago, teacher taught us about Prime numbers and all the other types of numbers. She kept saying prime…prime…prime… So, what did I think of? That's right! Prime! This is my first fanfic, so please excuse me. Prowl is a bit weird here though…

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Prowl was in the rec. room, drinking his energon while going though one of the reports, ignoring Jazz's futile attempts to distract him.

"Prowl~~ Prowlie~~ Proooowl… Prowl, it's ya break! Why are ya still workin'? Can't ya take a break? You're goin' ta overwork yourself one day. Ratch' man said ta relax at least fer a while! Can't ya do dat?"

Prowl, still reading the report, replied, "Jazz, this is my break. It has nothing to do with you. Ratchet told me to take my breaks, not to argue with you. If you have not noticed, I am taking my break." holding up his energon cube for Jazz to see.

"But…"

"No buts, I am taking my break and it is none of your business."

Admitting defeat, Jazz sat down and drank his energon silently. Prowl was finally able to work in peace. Until…

"Prowl!"

Prowl instantaneously sat up in his chair, ready to reprimand Jazz again, when he realized it was not Jazz who spoke, it was the voice of a human boy. A boy he identified as Witwicky, Spike Witwicky. Prowl looked in the direction of the rec. room door, spotting Spike running towards him.

"Prowl? Are you free now? I need your help with my Math homework. The other Autobots are busy. Could you help me? Please?"

Prowl looked down at Spike and nodded his head slightly. It was his break anyway, his work could wait. He placed the datapad on the table and waited for Spike's questions. At the corner of his optics, he could see Jazz standing up, doing some sort of victory dance.

Turning towards Jazz Prowl spoke. "Jazz, may I ask why you are jumping up and down, waving your hands in the air and doing other things I do not comprehend with the recycling bin on your head?"

"Prowl, it's a victory dance! I couldn't find somethin' ta use as a hat so since da recyclin' bin was empty, Ah used it." Jazz said while now changing his dance to something that was somewhat a cross between the Cancan and the Macarena. However Jazz managed that, Prowl had no idea. Spike just snickered.

"May I ask what you are celebrating?"

"You're finally not doin' ya work Prowl! Ain't that somethin' ta celebrate?"

Prowl finally gave up and turned back towards Spike.

"What do you need help with Spike?"

"I don't know what all these are Prowl, can you help me?"

Prowl took Spike's worksheet from his hands and looked at it closely. It was obviously a Math worksheet. He had to define the different types of numbers. Prowl handed the worksheet back to Spike and began.

"Prime numbers, or primes, are natural numbers that have exactly 2 distinct natural number divisors: 1 and itself. A Composite number is a positive integer which has more than two divisors, or factors. Take note, 1 is neither a Prime nor a Composite. As it has only one factor, itself."

Prowl continued until he had covered Prime numbers, composite numbers, natural numbers, integers, rational numbers and supernatural numbers. Basically, in layman terms, lots and lots of Mathematical gibberish.

As Spike nodded his head as he finally finished writing down what Prowl had said, the Decepticon alert was suddenly sounded.

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The Decepticons had decided to attack another human power plant. Nothing surprising there. Prowl scanned the area, formulating a battle plan, when suddenly, he heard Megatron's voice.

"We meet again, Prime!"

Then suddenly, something stuck Prowl. He quickly formulated a plan and gave the instructions to Jazz via comm. link, and ran towards Prime and Megatron.

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Megatron was about to lunge at Prime when Prowl suddenly dashed out of nowhere, now standing between Prime and Megatron. Prowl raised one hand to signal Megatron to stop. Out of shock and bewilderment, Megatron complied. Optimus stared in disbelief as Prowl began to speak.

"Optimus sir, it has occurred to me that you cannot be called Prime, and that the name Prime is not right. Your name, Optimus, implies that you are the best and therefore, the only one of this standard. 1 is not a Prime, thus you cannot be called Prime. And neither can any of us. At any one time, there is one Prime. And as I said, 1 is not a Prime." Prowl then turned around to face Megatron. "Megatron, as for you, you will not call him Prime again, or else…"

Prowl balled one hand into a fist and spun his blaster in the other, glaring at Megatron. Out of either shock or fear (most likely shock), Megatron nodded his head and stared. Prime just stared as well.

By this time, practically everyone on the battlefield was staring wide opticed at Prowl, Optimus and Megatron. In fact, if not for his mouth plate, you would be able to see Soundwave's jaw drop.

At this point, no one moved, until Jazz burst out laughing and rolled on the ground, clutching his tanks as he guffawed.

Now, everyone was staring wide opticed at Prowl, Optimus, Megatron and Jazz.

"Megatron is down! I'm in charge now!" A shot was fired one millisecond after this statement. And everyone turned to look at a smoking Starscream and Megatron's smoking fusion cannon. (I'm sure everyone knew this was going to happen.*Is bricked*)

Megatron then took a look at Prowl, the dumbfounded Prime, the laughing Jazz and the smoking Starscream, and barked, "Decepticons! Retreat!"

The humans and Autobots were all safe for now, all except one, Prowl.

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A/N: I told you Prowl was weird in this story. Well you can ignore it. I'm sorry it was so short. What do you think about this? Like it? Hate it? Please let me know. I really need to know so that I can improve in future. Thank You!

BTW, the thing about Jazz dancing was inspired by a drawing on DeviantART by Ladyscale.