Bleh.... I didn't like the outcome of the first draft... so I finally changed it, guys if you want these as a series, you gotta vote on who you want next!

Candidates are at the bottom!

Chapter 2

"Did you see him?" the whispers continued as Jazz made his way through the Autobot academy, he knew he was small... but c'mon did they all HAVE to whisper?!

"For fraggin primus sake, take a damn picture!" Jazz yelled, and the whispering ceased almost immediately.

Since that day outside of his and Psywaves home... he'd changed. His demeanour had gone from happy and cheerful... to spiteful and nasty, he just wasn't the same... and everyone had noticed.

"Jazz!" a familiar voice yelled as the small black and white bot walked through the crowds. Jazz stopped after the second call and looked behind him to see his new friend, Prowl. He'd met the logic-thinking mech during self defence classes; they'd been paired up as sparring partners... the fight was an all-out draw.

"'Sup, Prowler?" Jazz asked as the mech glared at him, Jazz held his hands up and smiled slightly "sorry... Prowl." He sighed

"I heard your little outburst Jazz... you shouldn't let them get to you," he shrugged as he looked down at the younger mech.

"It just does my head in. Why does it have to be about me?" Jazz asked, his voice hinting that he was truly dis-heartened about the entire thing.

"I don't know... they're probably just jealous since you can perform tricks and moves that only the most skilled fighters can accomplish." Prowl chuckled as Jazz smiled slightly "but it could also have something to do with the fact that you keep to yourself most of the time." He sighed

"Can you blame me though?" Jazz looked up at the larger mech pleadingly

"I don't know... you never told me what happened to make you like this," Prowl responded simply "when I asked, you went all quiet and refused to speak to me all day."

"... 'Ma girl was killed by the 'fraggin cons." He mumbled as Prowl blinked "look, I 'don wan'cha pity or 'ya sympathy... i just want my femme back..." he sighed

"Jazz..." Prowl sighed

"She was carryin, Prowl... a lil fem..." he then leaned against the wall and slid down it, to sit crouched down. Prowl was literally speechless

"....So... that's why you're...here?" Prowl asked as Jazz nodded slightly "Primus Jazz... she was actually carrying?" he asked and got the same nod "her parents agreed?" he asked as Jazz laughed lightly

"Yeah... they loved me like I was their own... damn well could'a been too... I was round there more than I was at home, they just stopped talking to me after it happened... and I'm gonna get that slagger back who did it too..." Jazz growled, his optics flashing red; hidden beneath his visor.

"Revenge will always come back on your Jazz... remember that." Prowl sighed as the mech looked up at him

"That slaggin jet killed my girl an my unborn girl... revenge is abso-fraggin-lutely justified" he snarled

"Jazz... I'm sure you're creators named you Jazz for a reason right?" Prowl asked as Jazz cocked his head in confusion "you weren't always like this, right?"

"True..." Jazz sighed

"Well why be like this now then? I doubt she would want you to act like this... she'd probably kick your aft just for thinking about acting like this" Prowl smiled as Jazz chuckled

"Yer right" Jazz smiled and stood up properly

"I know I am," Prowl winked then got out a clipboard "now could you just... put that in writing for me?" he grinned as Jazz stuck his glossa out at him

"Only if ya can catch me, Prowler" Jazz laughed then ran off with the tactician trainee close behind.

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Jazz smiled slightly as he felt the wind blow over his armour, it felt good to think about things once in a while.

"You ok, Jazz?" the voice made him jump but he knew who it was, Prowl must have followed him.

"I'm fine Prowler... jus thinkin," Jazz sighed, Prowl let the nick-name slide this time, as he'd heard Jazz tell the story that had haunted him since it had occurred.

"Yeeah, I think I realised that," Prowl chuckled and sat down next to him.

"You think she's still out there?" Jazz asked, looking up into the now darkened sky. Personally... Prowl knew that it was impossible, but it didn't hurt to smile for the poor mech.

"... Probably, Jazz... you can never tell these things, as you said, she'd been shot... nobody knows what happened after that, as you were dragged away." Prowl shrugged as Jazz nodded and smiled

"She's out there... I know it." Jazz mumbled as Prowl put a hand on the black and white Porsche's shoulder

"And I'm sure that wherever she is... she's proud of ya... squirt." Prowl smirked as Jazz punched him in the arm

"Shut it lurch."

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Candidates for series:

Wheeljack

Ratchet

Bluestreak

Prowl

Sunstreaker/Sideswipe

Can u think of anymore? Tell me your suggestions and I'll see what I can do!