Yay! I UPDATED! Okay then. curse-of-the-cat wanted some fluff of sparkling Jazz and prowl. I honestly couldn't really think of anything, which is why it took me longer than ususal. sorry. But I hope you still like it! (Oh, and in my own lil world, Blaster is Jazz's sibling )


"What if I don't want to go?" the white and black youngling asked, looking up to an elder mech.

"The same would happen if you did want to go." The bot replied, somewhat agitated at the younglings need to be persevere.

"Is that your final decision?" the youngling asked back, not showing much emotion, besides the slight droop of his wings.

"Yes, Prowl. That is my final decision. Now get ready to leave." Responded the elder, in a tone that showed exasperation.

"As you wish. I will go get ready." Marching away from the conversation to get prepared. In mid-step he realized to include something. He turned on his heel and walked back to the elder. "Don't forget my energon goodie for snack time." He spoke stoically, marching away again.

"Why couldn't he agree sooner?" the elder asked himself.

~oOo~

"Hm… where did it go..? Aha! There it is!" The black and white youngling placed a magnet to the sheet metal, finishing his 'master piece'. "Now it's perfect!" clapping his hands excitedly, he smiled, taking in all his work. He created a collage of many brightly colored notes of music on the once plain piece of silver sheet metal. Finally, after spending a few breems, he finished, satisfied with his work.

"I wonder if Lightstar would let me bring this home… Blaster would love it!" He couldn't help but feel giddy at the thought of his older sibling treasuring his work, and complimenting on his work well done. His musing were cut short when a shrill and disgusted voice interrupted.

"What in the pit is that piece of slag supposed to be?"

"Go away, Starscream."

"Is that any way to treat your superior?" Starscream asked looming over the other youngling.

"Pfft, superior my aft." He wasn't allowed to say those words, but the other youngling uses them, so why shouldn't he?

"Hmph. Seems the sparkling is cranky." He retorted with a smirk, his hands on his hips.

"I'm not a sparkling, and you know that." He was getting angry now. He always hated the way Starscream treated him. No matter how many times the seeker got in trouble for bullying him, he just bounced back, with a vengeance.

"Whatever, eh… what's your name? Rock..? Blues…? Hip hop…?" He was purposely trying to get on the other younglings nerves. He didn't care if he went into time-out again, it still didn't change his fiery passion to tease the other younglings and sparklings.

"It's Jazz, you slagger…" he was radiating anger. Normally, he was a well-tempered youngling, but Starscream was driving him insane at the moment. His clenched is fists, hoping that it will keep any outbursts in.

"Whatever, as if I care."

"Then why'd you- ah!"

"Oh, so this does come off! Why in the pit do you wear this? If you ask me, it's tacky."

Jazz couldn't see Starscream. He couldn't see anything. Everything was black. He helplessly flailed his arms, trying to recapture his possession.

"Visors are so outdated. I still can't believe you wear one." Jazz heard Starscream speak. Despite seeing nothing but black, he could tell Starscream was waving his visor around.

"Give it back!" He flailed some more. He couldn't see anything without his visor. Literally.

"Oh, shut up, you little punk." Came a much less shrill voice. Thundercracker, he guessed.

"Hey, why are his optics grey?" A mildly sqeaky voice asked, belonging to Skywarp, Jazz assumed.

"G-give it back!!" Jazz couldn't help but yell now. He wasn't angry anymore. He was getting upset.

"Ha. Make us." Retorted Starscreams' annoyingly shrill voice.

~oOo~

"Hello, Ma'am. My name is Prowl." The youngling stated promptly holding out his hand for the femme to shake.

"Hello, Prowl. My name is Lightstar. Welcome to our daycare."

"Thank you." He replied with a small smile.

"I'm going to fill out some datapads for you, go on and play." She said, leaving as she talked, before disappearing into another room.

"Hmm…" Prowl looked around the room. He was looking for something to do. Most of the younglings were playing and tackling each other. He wasn't a fan of any type of rough-housing. He despised it actually. It was just the way he was programmed. He continued to skim the room until something caught his eyes. His doorwings perked up. On the left side of the daycare, next to the craft station, were three younglings, one of them was holding something. A visor, he realized. He was a bit confused, until he saw the other youngling in the middle, flailing as if he had no sense of direction. He saw the upset expression on his faceplates. With much judging, and deciding, he decided to march over there to help him out.

"I would advise you to give that back." He said without fear, his doorwings confidently high on his back.

"Tell me why I should, you fragger." Retorted the the tri-colored seeker.

"It does not belong to you. Plain and simple." Prowl was honestly appalled at the other younglings language. He had never heard a youngling speak like that before.

"Pfft. As if we care" said the blue youngling with a grunt.

Jazz had stopped flailing by then, intent on listening to the conversation. Who was this new 'bot? The voice didn't seem familiar. And why was he helping him? He sounded confident when standing up the seeker younglings. He wish he had his visor so he could see.

"Well, you should. You could get in vague trouble for your actions" Prowl replied, not stepping down. He put his hands on his hips, and stared at the other younglings with all the seriousness in the world.

"Hmph. We should teach him a lesson guys." Suggested the black and purple youngling, with a grin on his face.

"I think so too…" Starscream agreed, grinning while bringing back one of his arms, ready to punch the white and black youngling.

At that instant, Prowls recently installed battle computer went online and he grabbed the incoming blow, pulling the captured youngling towards him, picking him up and flipping him onto the floor. Not too hard, he didn't want to get in trouble for injuring another youngling.

What was that?! Jazz asked himself as he heard something hit the floor. He waited a few astroseconds, just intent on listening. Until he heard two more thumps following the other. What in the pit…?

"You okay?" He heard the new voice again. He felt another hand grip his and gripped it in return, using the other to help himself up.

"Yea. But… I can't see…"

"Here" He heard the voice again. The next thing he knew, the blackness started going away, and he could see again. He finally saw the face of the youngling who helped him. He was black and white, like him, but with the colors swapped. He also noticed a red chevron gracing his helm. He looked really serious.

"W-who're you?"

"My name is Prowl. What's your name?"

"My name is Jazz…" Jazz didn't know why, but this youngling made him feel special. They just met, and he already saved him from the three seeker younglings. Speaking of which, he just saw getting dragged by their scruff bars to time-out by the femme guardians. He smiled. Then, without saying anything, Prowl started walking away.

"H-hey! Wait!" He ran to catch back up to the youngling. He hadn't thanked him yet.

"I just wanted to say… Thank you. I really appreciate it." He put on a true smile. Without a word, and before he knew what he was doing, he leaned in and pecked Prowl on his grey cheek. It took him a klik to realize what he had just done, but when he did, he had an obvious blush on his faceplates. He wanted to apologize but choked on his words.

Prowls doorwings sprang up, and his optics widened as soon as Jazz planted a kiss on his cheek. He hadn't expected it. Did he really just do what he thought he did? His processor was reeling…

After getting over his surprise, his optics were now normal again, as well as his doorwings. He didn't know what to do now… Except one thing. Against all his logic he planted a kiss on Jazz's cheek in return. He looked at Jazz's surprised faceplates for a mere klik, before turning on his heels, and walking away.

"I think my processor is going to overload…" He said to himself, tilting his head to the side, holding it in his hand.


How was this one? Bad? Good? Any suggestions? Requests? I already have another one I need to work on, just working on some sort of plot now.

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