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Ch. 2

"Hey Ratchet, whatever that thing is right there, looks like it's going to eat us." Sparkplug nervously said.

"She's not going to eat you, Sparkplug. Her name's Frost, she arrived on earth in a stasis pod a couple days ago. She's a sparkling, which is similar to a small child you humans have." Ratchet walked over to his human friends and lifted them up to see her. "Frost these are humans, not toys."

"Umans? No oys." Frost repeated as she continued to stare at them. "S-Sire."

"What's the she saying? It's definitely not English." Spike shook his head to emphasize his meaning.

Wheeljack looked up from his tools to answer. "She's speaking Praxian Cybertonian. It's one of Cybertron's few languages. It'll be a few earth months before she'll start learning other languages." The scientist said. "She's was wanting her sire, which is her dad. And her sire, well her adopted sire, is Prowl."

"Prowl? But isn't he the Autobots' third in command and strategist?" Sparkplug looked up at the Autobots.

"Well yes, but Prime and I have put him on light work duty." Ratchet explained as he examined Frost's internal and external temperature. Once he checked all her vitals he wrapped the thermal blanket around her. "Her internal heating and cooling systems were damaged while she was in Cryostasis."

"Wow an Autobot baby." Spike was intrigued by the sitting femme. "Will she be at to get a vehicle form when she's older?"

"Well yes Spike, She has a bad cooling and heating system right now, and a needs a constant update on virus protection. When her Praxian wings grow she'll be able to scan her vehicle form." Ratchet explained.

"Atchet. Hungee." Frost pointed into her mouth. "Pease."

"Already? Wheeljack can you and Sparkplug make an extra batch of energon for Frost?" Ratchet handed Frost her bottle after filling it up with the energon. "Bumblebee's in the strategy room with the rest of the Special Forces group, if you were looking for him Spike."

And as if he heard his name, Bumblebee came walking around the corner with his usual kid-like smile. He saw his friend Spike helping Ratchet and went straight to him. "Hey Spike. Sorry we didn't go on our drive, Jazz was wanting us to learn some new battle strategies."

"Ah that's alright Bee. You're little friend here kept me occupied, I can't believe that you guys are so happy, and awake. My dad told me that when I was a baby I did nothing but cry, eat, and sleep." Spike said jokingly.

"Well we were attacked by the Cons yesterday, which is why the four hour training." Bumblebee stretched his arms.

Frost giggled and held her arms out for the yellow scout to hold her. She made a series of happy chirps when he lifted her into his arms. "Bee. Bee."

"Ha ha, yes Bee. How are you? Are you doing good?" He emphasized good, hinting for her to repeat it.

She nodded and her winglets flapped excitedly. "Ood."

"Wow she's getting really good at saying her words. Maybe having her with Prowl was a better idea than with Ironhide." Wheeljack said jokingly. "I bet an extra ration of energon that Prowl will comm to see how Frost is doing."

Bumblebee and Ratchet looked at each and the Wheeljack with greedy smiles. "You're on."

And they waited intently as they continued their work. Sparkplug had left to go to work, and Spike went off to talk to the other Autobots. And after half an hour later Prowl commed Ratchet. ::Hey Ratchet, how's Frost doing?::

Wheeljack punched the air and released a victory cry. Ratchet looked over at Frost as she had fallen into stasis. She was curled up under the thermal blanket. ::Frost is doing fine. When will you be returning?::

::We're about a klik away.:: Prowl sounded happy.

::Alright, we'll see you in a little bit.:: Ratchet said and they cut the comlink connection. "We should let her recharge a little longer." Wheeljack said as he repaired Ironsides leaky energon line. "How did you do this? This is the third time this week."

"Those dang twins are stressful. They thought it'd be funny for a prank as I was lifting weights." Ironhide explained as he watched Wheeljack patch the tubing.

Frost rustled around in her recharge. She sat up and rubbed her optics and her winglets flickered up and down. "Sire? Atchet, Sire?"

"Sire is almost home Frost. Are you hungry?" Ratchet walked over to her. Then an idea entered his processor. "Frost let's play a game. And after I'll give you a piece of sweet energon."

Frost didn't know what sort of game Ratchet wanted to play, or sweet energon was, but both sounded exciting. She nodded and Ratchet pulled out a datapad, he turned it on and pulled up an app of basic addition. He explained what to do, and if she can make the green light come on ten times she can keep the data pads and get a sweet energon treat.

Frost quickly completed eight problems before Prowl came walking in. She didn't realize he walked in until she finished the last problem, and the sounds of cheering and confetti came from the pad. Frost looked up from the datapad and squealed happily when she saw Prowl. "Sire. Sire!"

"We're you good for Ratchet?" Prowl already knew the answer as he scooped her up into his arms. "And what have you been up?" He examined the datapad and was surprised to see the results from the ten math problems.

"Ratchet she did all ten in just two minutes. I knew she was smart, but this-" Prowl handed him the pad.

Frost looked up at Prowl and touched his face. "Sire. Fost ood."

"Well you're right Prowl, she's really smart for her age. Don't worry about it, just keep giving her something to train that intelligence." Ratchet explained as he handed the datapad and a small blue cube to Frost. "And just like I promised, the data pad and a sweet energon treat." He handed her a small pink colored cube, which Frost eagerly ate.

Her optics closed and she chirped in happiness. "Eat. Eat." She held out her servo.

"No more treats Frost." Ratchet said to the pouting femme.

Frost continued to pout at Ratchet and crossed her arms in front of her chest. Prowl shook his helm and popped her in the leg to get her attention. She looked up and saw how upset that made him, and she uncrossed her arms. "Ratchet said no more, and pouting won't make him change his mind." He said sternly.

"Eat. Fost's eat." Frost started to vent, and then she started to pound her fists on his arm. "Eat. Eat. Eat. Eat."

Prowl groaned and looked at Ratchet for help. Ratchet just shrugged. He sat Frost on the ground, but she wrapped her arms and legs around his arm. Frost continued to throw her tantrum until she saw the Dinobots. She calmed down and slide down onto the ground, her venting stopped as Grimlock transformed from his Dino mode to his bipedal mode.

"Grimlock and other Dinobots heard a tiny cry for help." Grimlock looked around for the possible victim, but was confused when he didn't hear the cry anymore. "Crying stopped."

"Ah." Frost stood up and walked over to the Dinobots. Her legs gave and she started to fall forward, but Snarl quickly caught her with his face. "Ha. Ha." Frost started to laugh excitedly when Snarl lifted her up into the air.

"Snarl found a tiny one of us." Snarl tossed her into the air long enough for him to transform and catch her. "She smells like Autobot friend, Prowl."

"Well yes Snarl, that's because Prowl has adopted Frost. And Frost here is a baby, so no more tossing her around, or being rough with her. Understand?" Ratchet narrowed his optics at them.

"Me, Swoop, screech, want to hold tiny Autobot." Swoop transformed and snatched Frost from Snarl's servos.

Frost threw another giggle fit and had four out of five Dinobots playing with her, and then she saw a certain triceratops standing away from the group. She reached out for him and saw the bewilderment in Slag's optics. "Ah, ah, ah."

"Slag, I think she wants you?" Prowl suggested.

"Slag no want her." Slag huffed and turned around with a threatening swing of his tail.

Frost frowned and then tossed her helm back as tears ran down her optics. She reached out for Slag, and when Prowl went to calm her down she whacked his servo away.

"Slag, me Grimlock say hold tiny Autobot." Grimlock commanded.

"Me, Slag say fine. But Slag won't like it." Slag transformed and took the sparkling from Swoop's arms.

Frost stopped venting and once again smiled brightly. She touched Slag's triceratops horns that sat on his back. Everyone laughed as she continued to play with the horns, obviously sensitive to Slag. He kept pulling her away which only encouraged her; finally had enough and handed her back to Prowl. Having enough embarrassment today and stormed off.

"Frost you want to go for a walk with me and Jazz?" Prowl looked down at Frost with a smile.

"Azz?" Frost tilted her helm and winglets flapped up and down.

When they got everything ready Prowl and Frost met Jazz at the front of the ARK. Frost ran to Jazz and jumped up into his open arms. "How's sweet lil Frost? Did ya miss yer uncle Jazz?"

Frost nodded as the mech sat her on the ground. "Uncky Azz ood?"

"Was Ah good? Of course Ah was good lil sparkling." Jazz patted her head and looked up at his friend. "Ya ready Prowler? Ah know a good place dat Frost will like?"

"Is it far? Remember Frost doesn't have an alt mode." Prowl lifted Frost up, only for her to climb on top of his shoulders. "Hold on Frost." He warned as they walked away from the safety of the ARK. "So Ratchet discovered that Frost is extremely smart. She did Earth basic addition in two minutes and twenty-four seconds."

"Wow, that's faster than my timing when Ah was in school." Jazz laughed at memories.

"She got about the same score as I did, but that was in elementary school. That concerns me, because if the Decepticons discover this who know what Megatron will do." Prowl felt Frost poking his Chevron, and he shivered at the touch. "Please refrain from touching that, sweetspark. That's a sensitive spot."

Frost pulled away and saw that his wings flickering at the small breeze. She shivered and hugged Prowl's helm. "S-Sire."

"Oh Frost, Ah'm sorry Ah forgot about yer still recoverin' from cyro." Jazz pulled Prowl off to the left where the trees of the small oasis would block the wind. "Dis is a place dat Beachcomber showed meh."

Prowl knelt down as he lifted Frost off his shoulders. Frost scrambled onto Prowl's peds to avoid touching the grass, unsure what it'd do to her. Prowl sat down to show her that it was safe, and when the sparkling was satisfied with the results she climbed off his peds and sat on the grass beside him. "You know Jazz this is a nice place. I was wondering how much of my work you completed?"

"Oh dat? Ah did about half, Ah also organized yer office based on dates. Ah know everyone jokes about my messy quarters, but compare tah yer office my quarters looks clean." Jazz said jokingly as he pulled out a couple cubes of high grade. "Want one? Ah snuck it back from Cybertron. My apartment was in dah area we scouted last time we were there."

Prowl looked at Frost who was following a tiny butterfly and then thought about the last time he had high grade. He shrugged and took one of the cubes, "Thanks Jazz."

"No problem, gotta have fun somehow." Jazz chuckled as he tipped his back.

Frost eventually got bored of the delicate creature, and took interest in the fish swimming around near the surface. She laid on her stomach and slipped her servo in the water, her digits quickly closed around a fish. Pulling her servo out Frost brought it to her face and poked the poor thing in the mouth. Getting annoyed the fish wiggled free and smacked the white femme in the face before making it in the water. Frost screamed and ran to Prowl, hiding her face in his neck.

"What's wrong sweetspark?" Prowl looked around for any unwelcomed guests, but his sensors and sensitive wings didn't sense anything. And an unpleasant smell of fish hit him, and that's when he realized what frightened her. "Frost the fish didn't mean to. You just scared it, you can look just don't take them out of the water. Okay?" He looked at Jazz hiding a smile behind a servo.

Frost nodded and mumbled, "Otay Sire."

"Hey Frost want to play that game Ratchet gave you?" Prowl pulled the data pad and sat it on his leg.

Frost turned around and grabbed the thin metal pad and pressed the buttons, just like Ratchet did. "Eat?"

"Eat, Ah thought she already had energon?" Jazz looked up at Prowl as he sat on the ground across from them.

Prowl shook his helm to Jazz's question. "She's wanting an energon treat. Ratchet gave her one for playing the game. He said that I should do some mathematical games as she grows to 'feed her intelligence'. So that's what we're going to do."

Jazz moved over beside his friend and watched Frost look at the ten problems carefully before entering all the answers. Then another ten came onto the screen and these were a little harder, and she did the same process until she finally got bored after doing thirty-one in four minutes. Frost looked up at her sire and "uncle" with a smile.

"Dang ya bots weren't kidding." Jazz took the pad from Frost and looked over the answers, and seeing that she only missed one problem, and it was a three digit addition problem. "Primus, ya got a genius Prowler. Won't be able to sparkling proof the ARK for long." Jazz gave his signature smirk.

"You're right. I only hope she doesn't get into trouble when she starts to get more active." Prowl turned the datapad off and placed it in his subspace.

"Sire?" Frost turned around and her winglets flew up. "Fost love oo."

The two older mechs awed at Frost's sweet remark, and Prowl's spark swelled with happiness. "I love you too sweetspark."

"Hey Prime commed, it's almost time for the ARK'S defense systems tah activate." Jazz pulled himself off the ground and place the empty cubes in his subspace. "And Ah got dah first night shift."

Prowl nodded and stood up holding Frost in his arms. "Yeah and clouds are forming. That means one thing, long rainy night."

Frost looked up when Prowl did and saw the dark ominous clouds hanging overhead. She whimpered and hide her face in his neck. Her winglets laid flat against her back. Prowl rubbed her back as they walked back to the base. Prowl's wings flinched when a heavy raindrop splashed off it. They quickened their pace, barely making it inside before the ARK'S automated defense system activated and the rain went from a light sprinkle to a heavy pour.

Jazz gave his 'niece' a quick hug and waved Prowl goodbye before heading off to the bridge and closed the doors behind him. When Prowl made it to their quarters he sat Frost on the berth before going into his wash rack and bringing a towel to dry themselves off. Prowl fed Frost her energon and tucked her in before organizing his desk some more noticing the empty corner across his desk, and Prowl looked over at Frost, getting an idea. He grabbed several empty datapad and downloaded all grade level see of all school subjects in both Cybertonian languages and Earth languages. He knew that she would probably stick with English as her first Earth language. Once the pads were filled and organized by subjects and grade levels, he took a couple more datapad and decided to have them as a notebook for Frost when she wants to pass time.

After a good hour of organizing the desk Prowl dimmed the lights and decided to wash his wings real quick before going to the berth and falling into stasis. Morning rolled around and Prowl woke up to Frost laughing. He say up and saw that she wasn't in the berth, but on the floor with a can of his red paint opened and all over her and the floor. She was making prints all over the wall and looked up with a painted smile.

"Sire!" She squealed happily and not caring about the distraught face on his face. Frost patted his legs with her red servos and laughing at the mess she made on him.

"Frost how did you get into the cupboard? Bad femme, you made a mess. Now we got to clean this up." Prowl stood up and picked up the paint can.

Frost's wings fell down and she cried a little when she heard the anger in Prowl's voice. Prowl grabbed a few wash rags and cleaner, and cleaned up the floor and wall. "Frost, you can't get into other's things without asking. Okay?" His voice softened.

"Otay. Fost sowwy." Frost walked over to him and hugged him.

Prowl smiled and looked down at her, and saw a few red lines on her chest. "What's this sweetspark?" Frost pointed to his Autobot insignia. "Oh okay, I see. You want to be Ewan Autobot like everyone else, right?"

Frost nodded as they went into the wash rack. "Fost Auobot."

"Well not yet sweetspark, you will be officially an Autobot when you're older." Prowl said as he washed the all the paint off and examined Frost's winglets, seeing a golden lining at the top of her wings. "Who were your Creators?"

Frost continued to play with the red dyed bubbles forming on the drain while Prowl rinsed the soap off his wings. When he was done he grabbed the last of his towels and dried them both off. "Looks like I get to take a trip to the laundry room, oh joy." He said rather unenthusiastically.

Frost was about to say that she was hungry, but her tanks rumbled for her. Prowl prepared her bottle, he could ask Ratchet when she can move on to actually cubes when he goes to take Frost in for her scheduled checkup. Frost chugged the energon down and was wrapped up in the thermal blanket. Prowl checked her temperature and decided to remove the blanket when she was a few degrees above her required temperature range. He took Frost's servo in one servo and an energon cube in the other as they walked to the med bay.

"You slaggin' no good twins are going to get a good beating when I'm done with you!" Prowl hid Frost behind his leg as he watched Sideswipe and Sunstreaker running past with a couple buckets of pink and purple paint cans. Not far behind was Ironhide, who's legs had pink flames and his arms were decorated with purple flames.

Frost held tightly to her Sirens leg when the three ran past. She opened her optics and whimpered when two minicons walked past, and they were having a shouting match of their own. Prowl felt her shiver against his leg and decided to quicken their pace before any Dinobots came stomping past angrily. Lifting her up he marched straight to the med bay, sighing in relief when they made it safely to their destination.

"You two look like you've had an eventful morning." Ratchet said from his morning energon. "I'm guessing from the shouting the twins pulled a prank?"

Prowl nodded as he walked over and sat Frost on the med berth. "Yeah, they painted pink and purple flames on Ironhide. Speaking of paint, a certain little femme got into my stash of paint this morning, and decided to paint herself and the room."

"That must've been a hoot to clean up." Ratchet laid Frost down on her back, giving her chest a light tap. Her chest arm folded open and revealed a light blue spark.

"She also painted her version of an Autobot insignia." Prowl said as he read more on her file. "Did you know any Praxians with gold lining on their wing? I found some forming on hers while I cleaned her."

"Hmm, gold? No, not that my memory recalls. Her spark is hundred percent healthy. How much energon has she been consuming?" Ratchet asked as he examined her fuel lines.

"Well between three and five cubes tops. She's been taking a nap during the afternoon, and we've been practicing those math problems." Prowl watched Ratchet close chest armor. "How's her heating and cooling systems?"

Ratchet sat Frost up and checked her winglets as he answered. "They seem to be repairing fine now, thanks to the energon Wheeljack made. Three to five sound about right, since she's strong enough I see no reason not to let her drink from normal grade. I recommend adding small amounts of the normal grade to her energon and slowly increase it by five percent every week."

"Okay, I was wondering when Frost will be able to refuel from a cube?" Prowl watched Frost shiver as Ratchet checked her wings' reactions to touch.

"I'd wait until she's at least a youngling. Her winglets have good reaction time, so all fueling lines and nerve lines are healthy." Ratchet grabbed her servos and looked at Frost "I want you to squeeze my digits as hard as you can."

"Eat?" Frost asked the medic.

Ratchet chuckled, "Ask Sire."

And that's what Frost did. She looked over at her smiling sire, "Pease, eat?"

"Okay, since you said please, but only one." Prowl's wings moved up with a flicker. "I could ask Ironhide or Prime when I see them."

"They might know." Ratchet agreed as Frost squeezed his digit as hard as she could. "Good job, I'll go get your treat. Is there anything else that you'd like to see before you go?"

Prowl walked over to Frost and held her in one arm. "No, none that I can recall. Oh actually does she need her antivirus ware updated?"

"No, she shows no signs of viruses. But in a month First Aid, Wheeljack, and I will be doing a complete team antivirus update." Ratchet handed the small cube to Frost. She popped it in her mouth and squealed with joy and her wings flickered happily. "Ank oo."

"You are welcome Frost. Have a good day." Ratchet waved Frost goodbye as Prowl and Frost walked out.

Prowl walked to the Comm room to find Prime, but he found Blaster jamming out to his music, dancing with his Cassetticons. "Blaster, where's Optimus?"

"Oh Prime? We saw him heading outside tah chat with Omega!" Blaster shouted over his music.

Prowl nodded and turned on his heel to get away from the loud music. Frost saw Inferno and Red Alert walking towards them, and she clapped her servos excitedly. "Hello Red, hello Inferno."

"Prowl, where are you off to?" Inferno asked with a friendly smile.

"I hope those pesky twins aren't in my office. Can we cut the chit chat and save my workspace?" Red Alert tried to hurry his friend, though everyone knew they were more than friends.

"Ah Red they aren't messing with your workspace. Ironhide is having them doing double patrols for a week, for painting him." Inferno explained as he tickled Frost's neck.

She squealed as she began laughing and squirming around in Prowl's arm. Frost grabbed the red Autobots digit to get him to stop. "Ferno!"

"Hey she said my name." Inferno swelled with pride. "Red ain't she the cutest?"

"Yes, now come on I need to upgrade our defense systems." Red Alert walked past hurriedly.

Inferno shrugged with a sigh. "Sorry 'bout that Prowl. You know how Red is."

"Yeah, well I'm not worried about it. You better hurry before he gets his circuits fried." Prowl jokingly said.

Prowl continued his journey to find Optimus. When they made it outside Frost was the first to spot Optimus. "Opimus!" Prowl looked to where she pointed and smiled.

"Good optics Frost." Prowl praised her and walked over to Optimus talking to Omega Supreme. "Optimus, Omega."

"Omega Supreme acknowledges Autobot ally." Omega looked down at his smaller friends.

"Prowl what can I help you with?" Optimus placed his servos on his hips.

Frost saw Omega's tracks on his back, she turned her helm and then back at Omega. She flickered her winglets wanting Omega to mimic her, but he didn't know what she wanted him to do. "Little Autobot wants Omega to do something."

The two Autobots watched Frost getting frustrated as she flickered her wings several times. "She thinks your tracks are wings. Frost, they don't move like ours." Prowl explained as everyone chuckled. "Optimus, I was wondering when you were Oriana Pax, if you knew any Praxians that had gold lining on their wings? Frost has gold forming on her winglets."

"Hmm, when I was a Orion I documented all of Cybertron's history and when I became a Prime, I was infused with all the secrets and history of the Primes before me. I did not know many Praxians, but I knew a Prime that had Gold on his wings." Optimus explained as Prowl sat Frost down.

"Frost don't wander off too far." Prowl warned Frost as she followed a desert lizard around a rock.

"We can always test her with the matrix of leadership when she gets older?" Prime suggested. "So how's the sparkling settling in?"

Prowl and Frost looked at each other. The strategist sighed when he saw Frost placing the lizard on her shoulder. "She's quite the curious little thing. She's also pretty smart, we've been practicing math equations."

"Ickles!" Frost exclaimed as the lizard crawled around her neck. "Sire ickles."

"Frost what did I tell you about messing with earth's animals?" Prowl gently picked the lizard up and sat it on the top of a rock. "We're getting a pretty normal schedule. Frost is usually waking up around the time I do."

Optimus nodded, "That's good. How's everyone getting along with her?"

"No complaints, thank Primus. Everyone seems to like Frost, Slag hasn't completely warmed up to her." Prowl explained as Frost squealed in joy when Omega transformed and moved the train around on his tracks.

She imitated the train's horn and clapped her servos in excitement. "Choo, choo."

"Yes sweet spark, that's a train." Prowl got down on one knee.

"Sire." Frost put a servo on Prowl's chest and nuzzled him. "Fost happy."

"Yes I am Frost. You're a good little sparkling." Prowl picked her up and sat her on his shoulders. "Thanks Prime for the help."

Omega transformed and sat his crane servo on the ground in front of Prowl. He got on his knees and looked closer at the sparkling before him. "Vector Prime."

"What? No Omega it's Frost." Prowl backed up a little.

"Calculations and design structure of designation: Frost, Vector Prime. Omega Supreme has all information on Primes." Omega Supreme continued to stare at Frost.

Optimus looked at Frost and then Omega with confusion in his optics. "But she is still young, and Vector Prime has been one with the Allspark for millenniums."

"Omega Supreme never makes mistakes." Omega Supreme stood up and looked at Optimus, "Will recalculate for insurance."

Then he walked off without a second glance. Frost looked at Prowl with a tired look in her optics. Prowl took that as a hint that it was naptime. "Well looks like we better head back in. Thanks for the help Prime."

"You're welcome Prowl." Optimus said as he transformed. "If anyone asks I'm in the city."

Prowl nodded before turning and walking back to the ARK. He stopped by the Rec room to grab himself some energon before heading to their quarters. Prowl sat Frost on the berth and drank his energon. When he was finished he sat the empty cube on the clean desk Prowl walked over to Frost, who rolled around the berth.

"Frost why don't you get under the blankets. I'll be right back, I need to go get something from my office. Okay?" Prowl sat beside her.

"No. Want." Frost grabbed Prowl's servo and tugged on it.

Prowl gave her a sad smile, "Sweetspark, it'll only be a quick nanosecond." Prowl rubbed her back and laid her down and covered her up with the blanket. He leaned forward and kissed her forehead. "You stay in the berth and get some recharge. I'll be back as soon as I can."

"Otay." Frost laid on her side and curled up and watched Prowl dim the lights before leaving the room. She slowly went into recharge.

Prowl went to his office and was shocked by how clean and organized it was, just like Jazz promised. He grabbed a few datapads and walked back to his quarters where he saw Frost in deep recharge. Prowl chuckled and decided to go over the patrol reports while she recharged. Frost sighed happily as she rolled over, her winglets flickered to express her emotions. As soon as Prowl finished his reports Frost woke up.

"Did you have a good nap sweetspark?" Prowl looked away from his pile of reports.

Frost nodded before untangling herself from the blanket. She slid off the side of the berth and walked over to Prowl. He lifted her onto his lap. "Sire?"

"Yes Frost?" Prowl looked down at her with a smile, as he bounced his leg up and down.

"Pime." Frost said calmly with a small smile on her lips.

Prowl looked at her in confusion. "Optimus Prime?" She shook her helm with a frown. "So you're talking about a Prime, but not Optimus?"

Frost nodded with a smile. "Pime appy, Sire ood."

"So the Prime is happy and I'm good. Okay did you see this Prime while you were recharging?" Prowl was really confused on what his sparkling was talking about.

Frost nodded and flapped her wings excitedly. "Yeah."

"Why don't we go look at some of Cybertron's history on Primes? Come on sweetspark." Prowl stood up holding Frost and needed to find Optimus. ::Optimus this is Prowl, I was wondering if you had any datapads on the history of the Primes?::

::Yes, I have them in my quarters. I can drop them off. When do you need them?:: Optimus asked.

::Will now work? Frost said something that concerns me.:: Prowl suggested as he opened his door, and locking it in place.

::Alright I'll be on my way.:: Prime said and they cut the comlink.

A few minutes passed and Optimus walked in with a stack of datapads. "I have everything on the Primes before me. What did Frost say that worried you?" He sat them on Prowl's berth.

"She said she saw a Prime when she was recharging. At first I thought she was talking about you, but she said it wasn't." Prowl said as he activated all the pads. He grabbed the first one. It had a picture of the first Prime; Primon. He showed it to Frost, "Was this the Prime you saw?"

She shook her helm, and pushed it out of the way. Prowl turned it off and grabbed another. This time it was of Prima, and she smacked the datapad away. On the third one it was Nova Prime. "Ah!" Frost's winglets fidget with irritation.

"Lay them out, maybe she'll know?" Optimus suggested as he laid the remaining six datapads with the Primes that held the Matrix of Leadership before Optimus.

Frost pushed each away, except for one. The mech was white with red markings on his chest, red servos, a gold face, and gold designs on his wings. In his servo was a long light blue sword with matching gold designs on it. She picked it up and squealed happily. "Pime. Pime. Sire Pime!" Her wings flapped in excitement.

"Vector Prime, was a Prime over twenty-five million years. He was later appointed as the Guardian of time and space. Isn't this the same Prime that Omega Supreme claimed Frost to be?" Optimus deactivated the rejected datapads and went to reach for the one of Vector Prime, but Frost pulled it away.

"No." Frost whined before going back to looking at it. Her winglets moved up and down slowly as she looked at it.

"But how would she have been created by a Prime who's been offline for centuries?" Prowl glanced down at the sparkling as she continued to stare at the pad. "Frost give that back to Optimus, please."

Optimus shook his helm, "That's quite alright, she can have it. I trust she'll be careful with it. And remember he's the Guardian of time and space. How she was created, does not matter. All that does is that we cannot let the Decepticons discover this new information, or Megatron won't stop at anything to get ahold of her."

"Agreed." Prowl's wings moved down to express the sadness in his voice.

Frost finally looked away from the picture of Vector Prime and crawled over to Prowl. She hugged his neck and nuzzled his helm. Prowl hugged her back. "Ove oo." She chirped.

"I love you too, sweetspark." Prowl felt a little better.

"If that's all you needed, I have a meeting with the president of the United States. He needs a squad of Autobots to patrol the area of an event he his holding for the creation of new fighter jets."

Prowl nodded, "Thanks you Prime. Do you want me to get a group gathered?" Prowl pulled Frost away. Optimus nodded and left the two Praxians alone. "I won't let Megatron get to you."

Please let me know how you liked for any artists that can draw good transformers, I ask of you to draw a cute drawing of Frost and Prowl, and PM it to me :)