Title: Discovery
By: Moonlit Sea

Summary: For years each thought the other was dead, but could it be that fate has finally decided that they should find one another again?

A/N: I tried to keep Prowl and Red Alert in character but I think I failed miserably sorry all :(

Chapter One
"Silvermoon." A voice called out.

The white and teal femme stopped and turned at the sound of her name. "Hey Sides." She smiled. "What's up?"

"Try the fact that you've been ignoring us." Sideswipe answered walking up to the femme.

The Vauxhall Corsa looked at him in confusion, "ignoring you?" she asked. She hadn't seen the twins for a week and he thought she'd been ignoring them.

"Yes, ignoring us. You've walked past us without a word, not answered us when we've called your name. Have we done something to upset you, Silver?" the red mech asked having a half hurt tone to his voice.

The femme was even more surprised by this, "Sideswipe, I haven't seen you or you brother for a week."

Sideswipe's mouth fell open, how was it that she thought she hadn't seen them in that long and yet she walked past them everyday. Suddenly he grabbed her arm and began to pull her down the corridor.

"Wha…Sideswipe, where are we going?" Silvermoon asked as she tried not to fall over.

"I'm taking you to see Ratchet, there's clearly something wrong with you." Sideswipe explained.

It's getting closer to that date, Prime Ratchet told Optimus over private communications.

Yes, let us hope that we do not have a repeat of last year. Optimus agreed.

I told you that she needed to be kept an optic on during that time. Ratchet said.

Optimus chuckled, are you volunteering, Ratchet?

Slag no! I have enough to do without having to watch that femme every minute to make sure she doesn't do anything stupid. Ratchet insisted. Find someone else to femme sit, someone she trusts and is comfortable with. At least…

Optimus gave a small smile behind his faceplate; someone had obviously walked into the medbay interrupting the medic mid-sentence. I will leave you to attend to your visitors, Ratchet. He said closing the communication. He then sighed and sank down in his chair, the mechs Silvermoon trusted were many but she didn't really feel comfortable with any of them. It was obvious by the femme's doorwings, which were always held stiff and ridged just as Prowl always held his, when she was relaxed with her company the doorwings were held loosely and sagged slightly. Optimus had yet to see those doorwings in that position with any other mech aside from himself and Ratchet.

Silvermoon's parent's death anniversary was coming up and the femme always took things hard during that time, and especially on that day. Last year she had locked herself in her quarters and had somehow managed to program the door lock not to allow admittance even if an override code was entered.
Optimus shook his head and tried to think who would be the best to watch the chevroned femme.

"Hey Prowl, there's somthin' I've been meanin' ta ask ya." Jazz said as they walked down the corridor of the Ark. Upon getting no reply the Porsche continued, "how'd ya get that small scar on ya back?" he saw the tactician flinch and almost drop his datapad at the question as much as he tried to hide it.

"I have no idea what you're talking about, Jazz." Prowl replied hastening his pace toward his quarters.

Jazz kept pace with him, "course ya do, why else would ya be hurryin' ta get away from me." He countered.

Prowl hurried his pace even more before the memory he knew was coming resurfaced. Unfortunately for him it was already too late.
Flashback
He ran, ran as fast he could, he knew if the three of them stopped they'd be caught for sure.
"We're almost there, keep going." He said.

"I don't think we're going to make it. They're closing in.," the teal femme in front of him said almost panicking.

"We will make it, trust me." He reassured her "everything will be…argh!" he cried out falling to the ground. He looked up and saw the femme turned to see what happened, and how she went to run over to him and help him up. "Run!" he told her knowing who was behind him by the look on her face.

"But…"

"Take her and get to safety." He said, "Go, NOW!" He saw her take a step back and shake her head a moment before grabbing hold of the youngling's hand and running towards their destination.
End Flashback

Jazz was surprised when Prowl dropped his datapad and watched as the Datsun put his arm out to steady himself, he was even more surprised at the amount of pain that suddenly appeared on his face. "Ya okay, Prowl?" he asked with concern.

When Prowl had regained his senses he found Jazz looking at him with concern. "Jazz?"

"What happened to ya? One minute ya were walkin' the next ya dropped ya pad and were reaching out ta lean on somethin'." Jazz half explained.

It wasn't until the saboteur said this that the Datsun realised he was holding onto the Porsche's shoulder. "I'm fine." He lied and picked up the fallen datapad.

"My aft ya fine." Jazz said, "Ya had a pained expression on ya face. Does this happen often?"

Prowl sighed, Jazz was nothing if not persistent. He knew that if the white and black mech wasn't told he would either take him to Ratchet or tell the medic and he would come and find him himself. "That scar you mentioned brings up a vivid and painful memory whenever I am asked about it. That is all."

The Porsche gave him a sympathetic look, "ya wanna talk about it?" The tactician shook his head "it might help ya through it."

"Thank you for the offer, Jazz, but I have other things to do than relive the painful memory of losing them." Prowl said sounding slightly bitter and continued towards his quarters.

Jazz cocked his head to the side in slight confusion, "loosin' 'em?" he repeated.