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Optimus entered his office, surprised to find Ratchet and Wheeljack there. Sitting on his desk was Ratchet's little brother, Prowl. He gave the youngling a wave, smiling when Prowl returned it with one of his own. He then turned his attention to Ratchet and Wheeljack. "Is there something I can help you with? Though what that could be, I don't know, seeing as how you're not supposed to be on duty."

Wheeljack laughed, bringing the young Prime's attention to the engineer. What he saw stopped him cold. "Sparklings? You were only supposed to have one." he said, studying the tiny red and yellow mechs in Wheeljack's arms.

Wheeljack set them down, and looked up at Optimus. "Yes, but the spark split. So instead of one, we have two. Optimus, meet Sideswipe and Sunstreaker." he said, motioning to the red and yellow sparkling respectively.

Ratchet watched as the Twins each grabbed a stylus from Prowl, who had slid off the desk. "Put that down, Sideswipe. You too, Sunstreaker."

Sideswipe ignored his creator in favor of his twin. "En guard, Sunny!" he yelled, pointing his stylus at Sunstreaker.

Sunstreaker pointed his at Sideswipe. "Touché!" With that, the two sparklings began sword-fighting with the stylus.

Optimus watched in amusement as Prowl cheered the tiny mechs on. "Are they going to be scientists?"

Ratchet gave Optimus a wry look. "No. Meet your newest front-line warriors."

"They're front-liners?" Optimus stared down at the two mechs. His optics widened when Sunstreaker climbed up on Optimus's seat, and leaped at Sideswipe, who caught him, and flung him across the room. "I take the question back." he muttered.

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Several vorns later in the academy

"Come on, Jazz! You know you wanna!" Sunstreaker pleaded.

Jazz grinned over at Sunny. "Yeah, I know I wanna. It's jus' a matter of my gettin' caught that's stoppin' me."

"Who says you'll get caught?" Sideswipe asked. "I've already talked Prowl into playing look-out."

"Really?" Jazz asked, giving the red twin a speculative look.

"Yep. Ask him yourself."

Prowl materialized behind Sideswipe. "Ask who what?"

Sideswipe turned to grin at Prowl. "Tell him you said you'd play look-out." he said, motioning to Jazz. "He doesn't believe me."

Prowl shook his head. "I agreed. Though they refused to tell me what the prank is."

Jazz grinned. "We're going to paint Sentinel Prime's office fluorescent pink." he said, already envisioning the finished prank.

Prowl sighed, already imagining the amount of trouble Jazz, Sunny, and Sides would be in. It wasn't even the first week of the new semester, and they were pranking Sentinel.

For a while, Jazz had lived on base with Prowl himself and Optimus. Then Optimus had given Jazz to Ultra Magnus to raise. This meant that Jazz had grown up with Sentinel Prime, and intensely disliked the mech.

Not that Prowl could blame him.

Sentinel Prime was a cocky, self-centered glitch, and deserved every prank that Jazz and the Twins could concoct. And Prowl would play look out every time.

"We're here!" Sunstreaker hissed.

"No? Really? I coudn' tell." Jazz muttered.

Sideswipe slid open the doors, and motioned to Jazz and Sunstreaker. "Let's go."

Jazz winked at Prowl before disappearing into the office with the Twins. "Be back in a bit, Prowler."

A few joors later, the trio appeared, and they began walking down the hall, as if nothing had happened. They made it to the end of the hall, chatting about what classes they had the next day when Sentinel Prime passed them.

Sentinel glared at Jazz, who glared right back, and made a highly offensive gesture to the older mech, who turned to retaliate. Before Sentinel could do anything, however, Jazz, Sunstreaker, Sideswipe, and Prowl continued down the hall, disappearing around the corner.

Jazz looked back, then shot a grin at the others. "Ya'll go ahead. I'll catch up." He turned and went back the way they came. Prowl and the Twins shrugged and continued down the hall. They stopped cold when they heard a roar of rage.

Jazz shot past them, laughing maniacally the entire time, Sentinel hot on his heels. "what's the matter, Sentinel? Can't catch a lil' sparklin'?" he taunted as he ran.

Sentinel stopped as he looked back at the Twins and Prowl, an evil smile crossing his face. "No, I don't have to catch you. You'll come to me of your own accord."

Jazz tilted his head. "Ya have no idea how wrong that sounded, Sentinel."

Sentinel moved so fast he was almost a blur, Sideswipe in his grip before anyone could move. Sideswipe struggled to get free. "Lemme go, you half-cocked glitch!"

Prowl and Sunstreaker moved toward Sentinel, who tightened his grip on Sideswipe. "I wouldn't if I was you."

Jazz stalked forward, murder in his optics. "Let Sides go, Sentinel." He ground out.

"All right."

Jazz's, Prowl's, and Sunny's optics narrowed suspiciously. Sentinel ripped Sideswipe's arm out, and using the arm, smacked Sideswipe across the hall with it before tossing it down on the floor.

Sunstreaker rushed Sentinel, tackling the mech to the ground, pounding ever bit of Sentinel he could reach.

Sentinel grabbed Sunny by the throat, and lifted him off of himself, with a flick of his wrist, sent him flying.

Jazz ran and caught Sunstreaker before he hit the wall. He grunted when Sunny tried to fight free. "Sunny! Don't!"

"He hurt Sideswipe! You don't expect me to let that go?!"

Jazz glanced at Prowl, who had lifted the unconscious Sideswipe. "No I don't. But I'm not gonna let ya get kicked out for assaultin' a teacher, Sunny."

"I don't care!" Sunstreaker yelled.

"I do." came the faint reply from Sideswipe.

Jazz and Sunstreaker both looked over at Sideswipe, who was conscious, and looking over at Sunny. Jazz let Sunstreaker go, and watched as Sunny rested his hand on his twin's helm.

Prowl gently transferred Sideswipe to Sunstreaker, and came to stand next to Jazz. "What should we do with him?" he asked, jerking his chin at Sentinel. He turned back to Sunstreaker. "Take him to Ratchet."

Sunstreaker nodded, and headed down the hall as fast as he could without jostling his brother.

Jazz glared at Sentinel, who looked back with a smug grin. "Well, my answer is simple. Kill the bastard."

Sentinel Prime laughed. "Go ahead. I'm sure that'll go over well."

"Yeah, they'll be givin' me medals for puttin' ya outta our misery." Jazz shot back.

Sentinel snarled and stepped forward. Jazz went to meet him, but stopped when Prowl grabbed his arm. He looked back at Prowl quizzically.

Prowl jerked his chin down the hall. Jazz looked and an evil grin crossed his face. "Oh, Sentinel, you're slagged."

Because stalking down the hall, welding torch in one hand, wrench in the other, was Ratchet. And he was pissed.

He stopped right in front of Sentinel, who looked up at the medic, completely unafraid. "Yes, Ratchet?"

"You have two seconds to explain why Sideswipe's arm is ripped off before I weld your aft to the ceiling and let you hang there like a chandelier." he growled.

"He attacked me." Sentinel said calmly.

Jazz and Prowl stiffened. Ratchet watched the outraged expressions on the two other mechs in the hall. "Jazz, Prowl, is that what happened?"

"No." Prowl said. "Sentinel was chasing Jazz down the hall, and he used Sideswipe to get Jazz's attention."

Ratchet turned to Jazz. "Why were you running from Sentinel?"

Jazz shrugged unrepentantly. "I slagged him off." he answered simply.

Ratchet rolled his optics, then turned back to Sentinel. "So you used Sideswipe to get Jazz's attention?"

"Yes. And it worked." Sentinel said smugly.

Jazz slid a glance at Prowl. "Sentinel doesn't know that Sunny and Sides are the Hatchet's sparklings, does he?" he asked over their private comm.

"No." Prowl replied tensely. "I for one am not going to point it out. I believe that he'll figure that out soon enough."

Ratchet was now advancing on Sentinel, who was beginning to get nervous. He backed Sentinel into the corner, looming over the smaller mech. "You ever send Sideswipe, Sunstreaker, or Prowl to me in less than perfect condition, I will make sure you become a femme. Is that understood?"

Sentinel swallowed. "Yes, sir." he managed.

Ratchet turned on his heel, and walked over to Jazz and Prowl, looking them over critically. Satisfied, he smiled. "I will send Sunny and Sides to your quarters. Sunny's refusing to leave until Sides is cleared."

Prowl nodded. "Okay. Tell Wheeljack we'll see him tomorrow for class." Privately he added. "Tell him I send my love."

Ratchet nodded. "Will do." With that, he walked off.

Jazz smiled at Prowl, and turned to Sentinel, who was bearing down on them. Sentinel stopped in front of them, glaring down.

Prowl glared back, fists clenching. "What do you want now?" he demanded. "We haven't done anything."

Sentinel clenched and un-clenched his fists several times, before pinning Jazz with a glare. "Wait till Ultra Magnus hears about this." he hissed.

Jazz shrugged. "So I disappoint once again. No surprise there." he muttered.

Jazz liked Ultra Magnus enough, but the old mech wanted him to become a Prime, and when he refused, Ultra Magnus had distanced himself from Jazz. It didn't really bother Jazz. His talents were better suited to sabotage, not politics.

Sentinel sneered. "Maybe he'll come to his senses and disown you for good."

"Maybe. I can always hope. No one said I like having you for a brother, you son of a half-cocked glitched up motherboard." Jazz said.

Sentinel raised his fist, and swung. Jazz ducked, grabbed Sentinel's wrist, and with a deft twist, slammed him into the wall. "I wouldn' advise doin' that again. I won't be so nice about it again." he released Sentinel before looking at Prowl. "Shall we?"

"Yes." Prowl said, walking down the hall next to Jazz. They rounded the corner and stopped at their quarters. Prowl keyed in the pass code and the doors swished open, allowing them to enter.

Prowl walked over to his berth, and flopped onto his stomach, propping himself up on his elbows as he studied his best friend. "Jazz."

Jazz looked up from where he was digging. "Yeah?" he asked, tilting his head at the odd note in Prowl's voice.

"What was your home life like?"

Jazz blinked. "What do ya mean?"

Prowl hesitated. "Were you treated okay?"

Jazz half-shrugged. "Yeah. I was treated all right. I just disappointed Magnus when I told him that my future wasn't in politics. I don't have the delicacy, if you will, to make a good politician."

Prowl laughed. "I will agree with you there. You're a bit opinionated."

Jazz smirked. "Much to the chagrin of Ultra Magnus, you can be sure. I embarrassed him a lot, I'm sure."

"Do tell." Prowl said, a smile crossing his face.

"Jus' a sec." Jazz resumed digging, and with a triumphant cry, pulled a box out. "Found it!"

Prowl eyed the box. "Found what, exactly?"

Jazz grinned. "The Twin's stash of home-brewed high-grade. I knew they had it in here somewhere."

"You don't seriously plan to drink that, do you?"

Jazz grinned. "Why not?"

"We're in school, Jazzy. I think I ought to point that out." Prowl said watching Jazz warily.

Jazz shrugged. "So?" he handed Prowl a cube. "Ya wanted to know about my childhood, right? What better to discuss it over than some high-grade?"

Prowl sat up, and scooted back, so his back rested gently against the wall, to avoid damaging his door wings. "I suppose. But one cube for me. I don't want a hangover."

Jazz smirked and handed him a cube before taking one himself. He settled himself on the berth across from Prowl. "So, what did ya wanna know?"

Prowl swirled the energon in the cube. "Everything. I know what happened up until you left the Ark to live with Ultra Magnus. After that, however, I don't know."

Jazz sighed. "After I left the Ark, Ultra Magnus introduced me to Sentinel. Apparently, Magnus's mate had died a while earlier, so they both were still grievin'. So Sentinel saw me as competition for Magnus's attention." he grinned when he saw Prowl's expression. "Somethin' the matter?"

"Magus's mate died?" Prowl asked with some surprise.

Jazz nodded. "Yeah. Magnus wasn't gonna let somethin' like that stop him from doin' his duty. He's too slaggin' stubborn."

"But most mechs don't recover from that." Prowl said.

Jazz laughed. "Well, that's what I thought. I thought it was weird that Magnus hadn't died, and I said as much. All Ultra Magnus did was laugh and pat me on the helm before goin' off to take care of some paperwork."

Prowl frowned. "So Sentinel saw you as competition?"

"Yeah. Ya see, Magnus was always busy, and me and Sentinel knew better than to bother him, ya know? So he'd come home lookin' like the pits, and Sentinel would try and get his attention before I could say anythin'."

Prowl nodded. "So the sibling rivalry hasn't died down any?"

"Nah. I don't think it's gonna, you know? He hates me too dang much."

They both looked up when Sunstreaker and Sideswipe came into the room. Jazz grinned. "Hey, guys."

Sideswipe waved. "Hey yourselves." His optic brightened. "Sweet! You found the high-grade! I was wondering where it went."

Jazz laughed. "Ya buried it under all my junk."

"Oh, yeah! I was trying to hide it from Sentinel. You know how he likes to inspect our quarters." Sideswipe said, sitting down next to Prowl, a cube in one hand.

Sunstreaker grabbed one as well, settling next to Jazz. "You know, Sides, this probably isn't what Ratchet meant by getting some energon." he pointed out.

Jazz and Prowl laughed. "And yet, here you are, drinking it down." Prowl pointed it out between laughs.

"Shut it, Prowl. You may be our uncle, but that doesn't mean anything."

Prowl smirked. "Says you. I could tell 'Jack that you two are drinking high-grade."

Sideswipe snorted. "Right. Odds are, if you told 'Jack, he'd be drinking with us, and you know it."

Prowl shrugged. "There's always Ratchet."

"Like you're really gonna tell." Sunny said, a grin on his face.

Prowl laughed. "Got a point. You're lucky I love you."

Jazz, Sunny and Sides exchanged grins. "It's our only saving grace, right?" they asked simultaneously.

Prowl blinked, then laughed. "Surround sound!" he said, shaking his head.

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A/N- I've noticed a lack of stories about Jazz, Prowl, Sunny, and Side's stint in the academy. I think I'll be doing little one shots from this universe. It's all G-1, and in my twisted little mind, Sunny and Sides are Ratchet and Wheeljack's sparklings. Don't ask, just go with it. So, read, review, and let me know what you think!