Chapter Two
Heya, it's me again. Anyhow, hope you all liked the first chapter, thank you so much for the reviews as this is my first story and it is awesome to get good reviews! Again with the reviews, if you like the story that fantastic, but if you don't constructive criticism please. And now, onto the story!
Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers but all the OC's are mine. (Mine, all mine, muhahaha!)
(Prowl's POV)
His Battle Computer had been annoying him with a problem for a while now. He couldn't let it out of his system and his computer couldn't come up with an answer that he could actually consider. He looked across at the problem. He had been out on patrol a few days ago with Jazz when he had first noticed it, and besides it wasn't that hard to see. Jazz was normally flamboyant and social, but recently he had been quiet and reserved about everything. Even when they had held a party at the base with high grade Jazz hadn't been interested, Prowl had confiscated the high grade afterwards anyway but still. In Prowl's processor, this was a Problem. Not just any problem, a Problem.
Normally these Problems were silver and gold, called Sideswipe and Sunstreaker and could be solved by giving them to Ironhide, knocking their heads together, or locking them in their rooms for a while (or at least till someone let them out again) but he had a feeling that none of these solutions would solve this Problem. In fact, he had no idea how to go about solving this Problem and in turn, stop his battle computer bugging him but even if he did confront Jazz, he calculated there would be a 99% chance that Jazz would avoid answering straight and probably would end up lying his helm off, and even with the 1% chance that Jazz did tell him, there was a 99.9% chance within that he would up dabbling with emotions and he had never been very good at comforting others.
He looked across at the silver saboteur and his battle computer pinged him with three new possible reasons for Jazz's condition. He groaned inwardly and dismissed them all.
(Sideswipe's POV)
Sideswipe was sulking. Ironhide had dragged him off to see Prowl, who then told Ironhide to give him to Ratchet, who then threw a wrench at him and Ironhide because he was dealing with his recently landed apprentice First Aid. Anyway, now Sunny was ignoring him, Ironhide was pissed at him because of the nice new dent he sported till Ratchet could be bothered to bang it out, and he also had the dents in his own helm (courtesy of Ratchet) and shoulder (courtesy of Ironhide). Plus Jazz was acting weird.
He had started noticing ages ago, but it was only a few weeks ago that it finally sunk in that something was wrong. Jazz had snapped at a human who had asked him something, and Jazz loved the squishies. Plus he never snapped. Like ever. Yesterday he had asked him about it, but Jazz had gotten defensive, telling him that he was fine, that Sides was overreacting, and then he had zoomed off to find Prowl and go on patrol. Hah! Jazz was as about as fine as a crazed Cyberwolf. He wondered what was wrong with the normally cheerful mech. The last time Jazz had acted even slightly similar to this was the months after his cousin's ship had been attacked on their way back to Cybertron. It couldn't be about that, could it?
After all, it had happened over 3000 years ago. Still, he remembered the days after, how desolate Jazz was, how he would just sit in his quarters rocking back and forth. It really wasn't fair for Jazz, after all he had just started getting over the death of his creators Vibes and Solarstreak, then his cousin Sound Mix disappears! Sideswipe skated over to the main hangar, transformed and raced off, deciding to find out what was up with Jazz. After he had broken the speed limit at least five times.
(Optimus Prime's POV)
He walked through the autobot base, towering majestically above the comparatively miniature humans. Of course he had no idea just how much esteem he held in their eyes. As he went, he contemplated the life the autobots had on the base, and how each of his soldiers fared with the resurrection of Megatron then the destruction of the Fallen, along with Jazz and (he shivered) his own death. Ironhide was doing well, but Bumblebee was even more concerned with his human charge, especially now that he was not wanted as much in the boy's daily life. Ratchet did not care, as long as all the autobots came to their check-ups on time (which obviously the twins have never and will never do) and all the later arrivals like Skids and Mudflap, or Sunstreaker were fine.
Jazz, however was a different story. He knew that his friend was having trouble, but he had no idea what it was about. Jazz was as slippery as they come when it came to things he didn't want to discuss or do. Optimus was also aware that quite a few of the others could tell too. Prowl had come to Ratchet to ask about how to sideline his battle computer simulation generator because of a problem he couldn't get out of his system, and Sunstreaker said Sideswipe had been going on about Jazz on his side of the twin bond. Hmmm. He would definitively have to get to the bottom of this, preferably before Jazz had to fight again.
Optimus wandered into Ratchet's medbay, intending to ask him if he had noticed anything odd about the silver saboteur, forgetting that the medic had been in an extremely bad mood all day thanks to a prank by the twins. The medic was digging about in an old supply cabinet when Optimus saw him. The prime coughed to show his presence and the deaded Hatchet stood bolt upwards, banging his helm on the top of the cabinet. He turned around to face Optimus, optics ice cold with frustration, growling out "What do you want Prime? I've already had to deal with the twins earlier today, I had to spend several hours scrubbing out the coloured sand and glue from my frame, so I'm now I'm busy catching up with things I should have done this morning, I'm tired from chasing the two demons of the pit and I had to fix my arm after I damaged it throwing wrenches at them from long distance, so if you don't have an injury that is threatening to cause serious damage then get the frag out of my goddamn medbay!" Optimus hastily retreated, apologising profoundly and ducking wrenches. As he left the medbay, he checked himself over and thanked Primus that he didn't have any more dents anywhere on his person.
He left to discuss the Jazz problem with Prowl, as he hopefully would be more help than the moody CMO. As soon as he reached the tactician's office, he knew something was up. For one thing, Prowl was offline, helm on his desk and strangely, wearing a black bikini. "Prowl, are you alright?" The head tactician lifted his helm blearily and groaned. Prime smiled to himself, "Don't tell me, Sideswipe and Sunstreaker right?" Prowl groaned again in reply, whamming his head back into the desk repeatedly. The Praxian left his desk and tore off the bikini, grousing and angrily mumbling to himself as he did so, Prime caught several snippets
. . . . . . "Uncontrollable, fragged up, useless, crude glitches" . . . ."Ridiculous clothing" . . .
. . . . . . "And then this!" . . . . ."Brig time for a month" . . . . "Give them to Ironhide" . . .
Prowl threw the offensive bikini down the waste chute, then returned to his desk with a neutral expression. "Prime. What can I do for you" Optimus returned to the matter at hand and went straight to the point. "Prowl, do you think there is something wrong with Jazz? I noticed he has been acting strangely lately, and several of the mechs have come to me asking about it" Prowl expression flickered into concern, then the mask was back in place once more. "I have noticed, however my battle computer can find no logical explanation. I went to Ratchet several days ago asking how to sideline the problem so that I could get some work done" the tactician gestured to the rather large pile up of data pads on one side of his desk.
Prime frowned. If Prowl could not find an answer and none of the mechs who had lived and worked with Jazz for several million years could either, then this was worse than he thought. "Shall we take a walk to help us think?" Prowl frowned, as he never liked leaving his office except for energon, then hesitantly slide from his desk and out into the corridor. As the two mechs walked, they ended up discussing several other topics, including the new arrivals integration into human ways and mannerisms, the organic disliking Sunstreaker being one of the most prominent causes of disruption.
They ended up in the command centre of the autobot base, namely another of the large hangars that had been updated with cybertronian technology and monitors. As they were passing one of the monitors, it began blinking. Prowl turned to look at it, and said, "Optimus, you need to take a look at this." Optimus turned and data scrolled past his optics. "Prowl, you know this is the scanner for cybertronian life approaching earth?" The tactician nodded. "Well, it's saying that a pod of about 10 autobots is approaching earth! They will be here in . . . . ." The prime typed in some figures, "Five days. We'll need a team to greet them, assemble Jazz, Sideswipe, Sunstreaker, Ironhide and Ratchet, as well as ourselves to be at these coordinates. Lets roll out"
