They went back to their quarters and Jazz quickly prepared a bottle. "Here you go, my little sweet-spark."

Prowl took the bottle and feed Lunar, his ears still happily perked.

"Burp! Dada!"

"That is so cute," Jazz cooed. "We are so lucky, you know that?"

The Datsun pulled Jazz close and nuzzled him lovingly. "I know babe… and I'm lucky to have you."

Jazz purred loudly. "Prowler baby…"

Lunar laughed happily. "Dada! Mama! Play!"

"Look! She's talking even more!" Prowl laughed in delight and held his daughter closer.

"Sweetspark!" Jazz exclaimed, tickling Lunar.

Prowl kissed her forehead softly. "Ah… our little sparkling is already growing up." Lunar giggled.

"Well, isn't this a spark-warming sight?" a voice suddenly declared.

Prowl's ears flattened as he turned to the door, glaring. "Tracks…" he growled.

"I just dropped by to apologize," Tracks said, standing in the doorway. "I was put of line and I'm sorry."

Prowl's ears relaxed slightly, but he continued to glare. "Don't you ever put your hands on Jazz again."

Track held his servos out in front of him. "I won't, I promise! Will totally stay away! I even have something to make it up to you guys."

Prowl stared at Tracks for a moment, then sighed. "Fine. Be on your way please."

"I mean it. There's a big outdoor concert tomorrow night. Classical music. I was hoping we could all go."

"A concert huh?" Prowl muttered. His ears twitched and he growled irritably, so low that only Jazz could hear. {It's up to you babe.}

{Well… everyone deserves a second chance,} Jazz said. {And we both like classical music.}

"All right Tracks," the Datsun sighed. {I'm glad you know how to forgive others. That's what I love about you babe… you can forgive and forget.}

Tracks grinned. "Great. It's at that big park just outside the city. The concert starts at 8."

Prowl huffed slightly, then turned to Jazz. "I need to go and talk to Prime. He'll want to know why I left my post earlier," he said, nuzzling his mate, then kissing Lunar's nose. {You let me know if he tries anything,} he growled in regard to Tracks.

"Of course. Love you."

"I guess I'll see you guys tomorrow," Tracks said as he left.

Prowl left as well, walking slowly to make sure Tracks was out of sight before he headed to Prime's office.

"Ok lil' Lunar. It's time for your nap!" Jazz said cheerfully. He picked up Lunar and set her in the crib, tickling her stomach. "Sleepy-time for you!"

"Mama!" Lunar giggled, gurgling happily. She reached up and gripped one of Jazz's fingers with her tiny hands.

Jazz smiled lovingly and kissed her hands. He then kissed Lunar's forehead and tucked her blanket around her before flopping onto the berth to take a nap himself.

Prowl reached Prime's office and knocked on the door. "Sir?"

"Come in."

Prowl entered the room, ears pressed back. "I apologize for leaving my post like I did."

"Duly noted," Prime said, setting down the data-pad he had been reading. "I trust you had a good reason."

"Yes. You see, it was about Tracks," Prowl said. "Which is something else I wanted to talk to you about."

"Tracks huh? I thought as much."

Just then there was a knock at the door and it opened, Crashcourse stepping into the room. "Excuse me sir. I don't mean to interrupt, but you wanted to talk to me?"

Prime nodded. "Ah yes. Sorry Prowl, I forgot."

"It's fine," Prowl said.

"All right. So, Crashcourse," Prime said. "I was hoping you could tell me where you came from."

"Well sir, I was a soldier back on Cybertron," the pick-up said. "When we lost contact with the Ark, I decided to go searching for it."

"Ah… so you came across Earth. Do you know how you fell dormant?"

Crashcourse shook his head. "Not really. I remember scanning my alt mode so I wouldn't stand out. After that it gets fuzzy."

"Hmm…" Prime mused. "Well, I hope you're feeling better now though."

"Oh, much better, thank you. Most likely I simply ran out of energy and went into stasis lock."

Prime nodded again. "Good, good. Well, since we're here, we can make proper introductions. Crashcourse, this is Prowl. Prowl, Crashcourse."

"Nice to meet you. Thanks for the rescue," Crashcourse said.

"Well… it was my daughter really," Prowl said, holding out his servo for a handshake. "But you're welcome. It's nice to meet you too."

The pick-up neko had a strong grip. "I remember. Cute little thing."

Prowl beamed. "Yeah, she's my pride and joy."

"You're very lucky," Crashcourse said. "The bond with my own sparkmate was cut when the Ark disappeared."

"You had a sparkmate?" the Datsun asked. "Who was it if I may ask? Maybe we can look for him."

"His name was Tracks. But it's no use looking for him," Crashcourse said sadly. "The only way a bond can be cut is death."

Prowl's ears shot up and his optics widened. "T-Tracks?"

"Yeah. You knew him?"

Prowl's ears went flat and he glanced at Prime.

"Knew him? Tracks is here. He's on the Ark," Prime said.

The truck's jaw dropped. "That's not possible. How could he still be alive? The bond was…"

"Maybe it was because of the distance. Would you like me to call him in here?" Prime asked quietly.

"Yes. Yes please."

"Tracks, could you come to my office please?" Prime called over the com.

"Ok sir. On my way," Tracks replied.

"If you don't mind sir… I'm going to leave now," Prowl said.

"I understand Prowl. We will finish talking later."

The Datsun nodded as he left. "Later Crashcourse."

"Yeah… later…" Crashcourse murmured distractedly.

A few minutes after Prowl left, Tracks arrived. "You wanted to see me sir?"

Prime said nothing as he held out a servo toward Crashcourse, signaling for Tracks to look.

"T-Tracks… it really is you," the pick-up said, staring in amazement. "You're alive…"

Tracks looked at Crashcourse curiously. "Have we met?"

"Tracks, this is Crashcourse, your bondmate," Prime said. "Surely you remember him?"

"Never seen him before in my life," the racer said.

"T-Tracks! How can you say that?" Crashcourse exclaimed in shock. "You really don't remember me?"

"Tracks, surely you must remember him!" Prime insisted. "Think back, it's been a long time."

"Sorry," Tracks shrugged. "To be honest, I really don't remember much of anything from Cybertron."

"But Tracks…"

"I'm sorry, but I really don't know this guy."

"Tracks honey…" Crashcourse said, reaching out to him.

Tracks stepped back quickly. "If there's nothing else, I need to get back to work."

Prime was absolutely speechless as he watched Tracks leave. Besides him, Crashcourse began to cry softly.

"He… really doesn't remember me. That's why the bond broke… because he forgot all about me…"

"Crashcourse… I'm so sorry," Prime whispered sadly.

The truck sat on a chair and sobbed. {Tracks.}

Feeling an odd twinge in his spark, Tracks paused and looked back. "What was that?"

Meanwhile, Prowl had entered his room and sat down on the edge of the berth. Jazz was fast asleep, curled up in his side. His tail lay across his face, flicking slightly. Prowl thought it was the cutest thing he had ever seen. He leaned over and softly kissed Jazz on the neck while rubbing his shoulders gently, not wanting to disturb his sleeping mate but needing to touch him.

"Mm… Prowl…" Jazz murmured in his sleep.

Prowl smiled and lay out on the berth, cuddling up to Jazz. "Babe, I love you so much," he whispered, a hint of sadness in his voice. "More than you'll ever know."

Jazz sighed, still asleep, and turned over, sliding an arm around Prowl's waist. The Datsun purred, nuzzling his mate.

The next day was fairly uneventful. Jazz took his shift while Prowl watched Lunar. After Jazz got off-duty he gave Lunar a bath. A task which was made difficult by Prowl constantly grabbing his hips.

"I'm looking forward to the concert tonight," Jazz said, swatting Prowl's servo away from his aft. "What about you honey?"

Prowl shrugged. "I suppose…"

"What's wrong honey? Worried that Tracks might hit on me again?"

"N-no… it's…" Prowl sighed. "Just don't worry about it."

"Alright then."

Just then there was a knock on the door.

"Who could that be?" Jazz wondered.

"Tuck!" Lunar exclaimed, bouncing slightly in her high-chair.

"Tuck?" Prowl repeated, ears perked curiously.

Jazz opened the door. "Oh, hey there. Crashcourse right?"

"Hi," Crashcourse said, standing in the doorway awkwardly. "Um… I hope I'm not interrupting anything."

"No. You're fine," Prowl assured the blue pick-up.

"Big tuck!" Lunar giggled, waving.

Crashcourse smiled at the little femme. "Well, I… heard you were going to a concert tonight. With Tracks," he said hesitantly. "And I was… well, wondering if I could tag along?"

"Sure!" Jazz said cheerfully. "The more the merrier. You interested in Tracks?"

Prowl opened his mouth to speak, but stopped himself, ears drooped.

"Tracks is- was… my bondmate."

"He's what?" Jazz said in shock.

"He… doesn't remember me. Our bond was broken when your ship crashed," Crashcourse said sadly. "I was hoping that… if I spent some time with him, he might…"

"Maybe," Prowl said, not believing it.

"I'm so sorry," Jazz said sincerely. "I know how much it hurts to lose a bonded. Of course you can come along."

"Thank you. It means a lot to me."

There was another knock and Prowl turned towards the door. "Yes?"

"It's me. Can I come in?" Tracks' voice same through the door.

"It's open," Jazz called. {We should tell him,} he said to Prowl privately.

Tracks opened the door and came in. "You guys ready for the…" He trailed off when he spotted the pick-up. "Oh. Hi."

"Hey Tracks," Crashcourse said, smiling softly.

{I think he already knows.}

{Crashcourse knows Tracks was hitting on me?} Jazz asked in surprise. "Crashcourse is coming to the concert with us," he told the racer.

"Oh… I see…" Tracks replied.

"I hope you don't mind," Crashcourse said.

{Oh… no, I thought you were going to say something else,} Prowl said.

"No… no, it's ok. It's a big park."

The truck smiled sadly. "Great."

"Well, we should get going," Jazz said. {What did you think I was going to say?}

{It was nothing, never mind.}

"Ok then, let's go," Jazz said to the group.

He picked up Lunar and transformed to car mode. He headed out, followed by Prowl, Tracks, and Crashcourse. Half an hour later they arrived at the park. They transformed back, walking carefully to avoid stepping on anyone.

"Wow, there are a lot of humans here," Jazz said.

The Datsun's ears pressed back a bit as he looked around at all the people. "Yeah, there is a lot," he mumbled.

You ok honey? You seem a little upset," Jazz said, concerned. {If you're worried about Tracks trying anything, don't be. I have a feeling Crashcourse is going to be sticking to him like glue.}

{It's not that. I just don't feel right,} Prowl sighed.

"So this is a park. Looks nice," Crashcourse said.

{Do you need to see Ratchet?} Jazz asked. "Looks like there's a clear spot over there big enough for all four of us."

{N-no… I'm fine,} Prowl said.

{Ok. If you're sure.}

They reached the spot and got settled, Tracks sitting himself very close to Jazz. Prowl's ears flattened against his helmet and he growled quietly, leaning against his mate's side. Jazz put a servo on Prowl's shoulder and kissed his cheek.

"Looks like the concert's about to start," he said.

"I brought some energon cubes with me," Crashcourse said. "You guys want any?"

Prowl shook his head. "I'll pass, thanks."

"I'll have one," Jazz said.

The pick-up neko-bot handed cubes to Jazz and Tracks. "It's only mid-grade, but really good."

Tracks sipped his cube, frowning slightly. "Why did you come along?" he asked abruptly. "I told you I don't remember you. So why keep this up?"

Crashcourse's ears drooped. "I wanted to spend time with you. I love you Tracks."

The blue racer simply frowned and shifter uncomfortably.

{I hope it works out for them,} Jazz said a bit wistfully.

{Yeah, but I doubt it,} Prowl muttered.

{Pessimist.}

"I know you don't remember, but I do. Maybe if we just spend some time together…" Crashcourse implored.

"Doubt it. Besides, I want someone else."

Jazz frowned and his ears flattened. {Then again…}

{I'm sorry babe,} Prowl said, glaring at Tracks.

"You do? "Crashcourse asked, dismayed.

"Mm-hmm"

"I don't think that should be a factor," Jazz said off-handedly. "Seeing as the one you want is bonded already." Beside him, Prowl growled loudly.

"You… want some who's bonded?" Crashcourse said slowly. "That's not… healthy."

"Hey. All I know is- what I want, I get."

{I swear, if he doesn't shut his mouth…} Prowl growled.

{Why is he like this? Jazz wondered. Did he hit his head when the Ark crashed?}

{I'll hit his head.}

"Look, let me make this real easy for you Tracks. I am NOT interested in you," Jazz said firmly. "I never will be. I love Prowl, not you. I'm bonded to him."

"Oh please. Prowl's a loser. You'd be much better off with me," Tracks smirked.

Crashcourse stared, jaw practically on the ground. Spark-breaking pain was visible in his optics. Prowl growled murderously and stood, ears plastered to his helmet.

Tracks leered at the Porsche. "Sooner or later, you'll be all mine Jazz. You'll forget all about this loser."

"That will never happen."

Prowl gripped the hilt of his rifle so hard he left dents in the metal. {Jazz… I swear to Primus if we don't leave now, I'm going to be kicked out of the Autobot ranks for killing a comrade. If you can even call him a comrade.}

{Calm down,} Jazz said sternly. {Don't do anything you'll regret. Not in front of Lunar.}

Prowl glanced at the little femme sitting in Jazz's lap. A pair of green optics gazed back. Lunar, realizing her father's attention was on her, giggled and reached for him. "Dada!"

"We're leaving now," Jazz said, standing. "Sorry about this Crashcourse."

"It's not your fault," the pick-up said sadly.

Prowl holstered his weapon and turned away, ears still pressed flat.

"Let's go," Jazz said, transforming and driving off. Prowl followed after giving Tracks a deadly glare.

Crashcourse put a servo on the racer's shoulder. "Tracks…"

{I knew that piece of slag was lying when he apologized,} Prowl said angrily. {I should have taught him a lesson earlier.}

{…did you see the look on Crashcourse's face?} Jazz said slowly. {He was spark-broken.}

{I don't see how anyone could love someone like Tracks.}

{I think something must have happened to Tracks to change him. You don't just forget your sparkmate. Trust me,} Jazz said with assurance.

Prowl scoffed. {I say he's just a jerk like that. He probably does remember Crashcourse, and he's just being an aft about it because he wants you now.}

{I'm not so sure. Something must have happened.}

{Well, maybe it was a battle or something. I remember one time he-} Prowl cut off abruptly.

{What? What is it?} Jazz asked sharply. {You know something?}

Prowl hesitated. {Um… no. No. I was just thinking about something else and the thoughts crossed.}

They reached the Ark and drove inside. Once inside, they transformed, the Porsche quickly stepping to block the Datsun's path.

"You're lying," Jazz said sternly. "What were you going to say?"

"It was nothing Jazz," Prowl insisted. "I didn't mean to even say that."

"Say what? I don't like you keeping secrets from me."

"I-I'm not k-keeping s-secrets," Prowl stammered.

Jazz just stared silently, a frown on his handsome face.

"Come on Tracks," Crashcourse said. "Let's get back to the base before it gets dark."

"Fine," Tracks muttered. He transformed and headed to the Ark, the blue pick-up right behind him.

"Tracks, what happened to you?" Crashcourse asked. "You've changed so much."

"I… don't remember…"

Prowl sighed, door-wings drooping as he gazed at his mate. "I don't want you to be upset with me."

"Then tell me what's going on."

Prowl hung his head. "Well… I think I know why Tracks is practically stalking you."

If he hadn't been holding Lunar, Jazz would've crossed his arms. "And you didn't think I might need to know this?"

"I'm sorry babe. I just didn't think he would do anything to get back at me for what I did to him." Prowl sighed, ears drooping. "But I see now that I was stupid to think so."

"You don't remember?" Crashcourse said.

"Don't really remember anything before we came to Earth," Tracks said. "Not you or anything else."

"What you did to him?" Jazz repeated. "What do you mean?"

"It was a long time ago, back on Cybertron during a battle with Decepticons," Prowl mumbled. "Tracks and I were partnered on that mission, I was supposed to be watching out for him. But I didn't… I was angry with him at the time, and I didn't bother looking out for him."

Jazz stared at the Datsun in shock and horror.

"The last thing I remember is Megatron standing over me, laughing," Tracks said, a tremor in his voice.

"He was ambushed by the Decepticons and taken captive. They held him hostage for a long time. He was tortured as well." Prowl could hardly look up at his mate as he spoke.

"And you did nothing?" Jazz said, not wanting to believe it. "You just stood by and let it happen?"

Even in car form, one could see tremors wrack Tracks' frame. "He… he took me back to the Decepticon base. I remember calling out for Prowl… he was supposed to be there. Supposed to help me…"

Prowl turned slightly and stared at the floor in shame. "No… I didn't try to stop it."

Crashcourse and Tracks arrived at the Ark and transformed in front of the entrance. The racer gazed up at the night sky, stars just beginning to come out. "I was counting on Prowl, and he abandoned me…" he said, voice shaking.

"Prowl, how could you? How could you do something so awful?" Jazz asked, feeling numb.

"I was mad… being stupid…" Prowl said. "After he was taken, I kept telling myself he deserved it, but…" Prowl shook his head. "Primus, I don't know…"

"What could Tracks have possibly done to deserve being captured and tortured?" Jazz demanded angrily, pointing an accusing finger at the Datsun.

Tracks was shaking so hard, it wouldn't have surprised anyone if he had fallen apart. "Megatron raped me, Crashcourse," he said miserably. "Every day until I managed to escape."

"Oh Tracks…" the pick-up murmured, hugging Tracks close.

"He was pissing me off," Prowl said quietly. "But I didn't mean for it to go that far!"

Jazz shook his head sadly. "I don't think I've ever been this disappointed in anyone before."

Prowl winced, ears falling back. "I'm sorry," he whispered. He turned and walked down the hall, sighing heavily.

"So am I…" "Jazz said sadly.

"I can't forgive him," Tracks said bitterly. "I lost everything because of Prowl."

"Not everything," Crashcourse said softly. "You'll always have me."

The racer-neko looked up at Crashcourse in amazement. "You… you really mean it?"

"Of course I mean it. I love you. I always will."

Prowl walked slowly down the hall towards the Ark's entrance. "Tracks was right about me…" he muttered. "Nothing but a damn loser."

Jazz had to fight back tears as he headed to his quarters. He set Lunar in her crib and covered her with a blanket. She looked at her mother with sorrowful green optics, too young to know what was going on, but sad because Jazz was. The Porsche patted Lunar on the head, then left the room, wanting to find his mate.

Prowl exited the Ark and walked over to Tracks and Crashcourse, ears low and door-wings drooped.

Tracks' ears pressed flat. "What do YOU want?"

"To talk to you… if I may."

"Got nothing to say to you!" Tracks hissed.

Prowl fought an urge to growl. "Well, I don't care. There's something I need to say to you."

Crashcourse put an arm across Tracks' chest protectively. "Tracks told me about what you did. I think you should leave."

"Fine," the Datsun muttered, brushing past them.

"…wait," Tracks sighed. "What did you want to say?"

Prowl's ears drooped. "I'm sorry for what I did… for what happened. And that I can't take it back," he mumbled.

Tracks frowned. "I was raped, you know. Repeatedly."

Having reached the entrance, Jazz hide himself behind a pillar. He peeked out at the little group, wondering what was going on.

Prowl closed his optics with a sigh. "I'll do whatever I can to make it up to you. Just name anything…"

"There's nothing you can do," Tracks said angrily. "Nothing will change what happened."

"What about if I put myself through what happened to you?"

"Get captured, tortured, and raped? Are you nuts?" Tracks laughed in disbelief.

Prowl nodded, completely serious. "If it will make you feel better, then I'll do it…"

The racer stared. "You are nuts."

"Prowler…" Jazz whispered, too quiet to be heard.

"Would it make you happy?" Prowl asked. "And to stop stalking Jazz to get to me?"

"Don't," Tracks said, shaking his head. "Don't make the situation worse. You don't have to do anything."

"Fine," Prowl said, walking away. "Just know that I'm sorry."

Tracks nodded, resting his head against Crashcourse's shoulder. The pick-up held Tracks close, rubbing the base of his neck soothingly.

"Prowl…" Jazz murmured.

"Come on," Crashcourse said to Tracks. "Let's go to my quarters and get some rest." Tracks nodded and the pair went inside.

Prowl trudged along for a while, coming upon a large cropping of boulders. He sat down and buried his face in his servos, sighing heavily. After a few minutes of searching, Jazz found his mate and sat down next to him.

"Hey there honey."

Prowl didn't look up, but his ears drooped more.

Jazz rubbed his mate's back lovingly. "I heard what you said to Tracks. Would you really have done that?"

"Yes," Prowl nodded.

"You are so sweet," Jazz said, kissing Prowl's cheek. "An idiot, but sweet."

"Babe, I don't deserve you."

The Porsche smiled. "Darling, I love you so much."

The Datsun purred and leaned against his mate, ears still pressed back sadly. Jazz rubbed a door-wing lightly. "My beautiful Prowler," he murmured.

Prowl whimpered softly, bring his arms up around Jazz and laying his head on his mate's chest. Jazz rocked Prowl back and forth gently.

"It's alright, it's alright," he said.

Prowl gently kissed Jazz's chest, wrapping his tail around the other neko-bot's waist. Jazz began to softly sing a Cybertronion lullaby, his rich voice soothing his mate. Prowl couldn't help but to melt into a puddle when Jazz sang.

"You treat me too well love," he said.

{That's because I love you,} Jazz said through the bond, still singing. {I always will.}

Prowl closed his optics and snuggled close to his mate. Jazz rubbed Prowl's back as he finished the song. "Let's go back to our room. We could both use some sleep."

The black-and-white police car smiled and stood, scooping Jazz up bridal-style. "I'm sorry babe… for what I did," he whispered, tilting his head to kiss his mate tenderly. "How you can still love me is surprising."

"How could I not love you?" Jazz said. He wriggled out of Prowl's arms and stood, taking his servo.

"Because if I could allow something horrible to happen to a fellow Autobot just because I was angry, how do you know I wouldn't do anything like that to you?" he whispered, cupping Jazz's cheek with one servo.

"Because I know you wouldn't," Jazz said firmly. "I love you so much."

Prowl softly kissed the Porsche's lips, ears perking slightly. "I love you too babe."

Jazz smiled sweetly, a sight that made his mate's spark flutter. "Come on. You could use a nap," he said, tugging on Prowl's servo.

Prowl purred contentedly as he followed Jazz back to the base. They walked to their room and entered, to be met with a barrage of excited chirping. Lunar was standing up in her crib, hanging onto the side to keep from falling over. Green optics gazed at the pair of bots adoringly.

"Mama! Dada!"

"Now what are you still doing up?" Jazz said, pretending to be stern. "I thought you were asleep."

Prowl smiled and walked over to the crib, picking up Lunar and hugging her to his chest gently. "Hey there Lunar Bear."

"Dada," Lunar cooed, sucking her thumb.

Jazz grinned broadly at the spark-warming sight and sat down on the edge of the berth. "Get over here you two."

Prowl kissed Lunar's cheek as he carried her to the berth and sat next to Jazz. The little femme blinked up at her parents, chirping softly. She giggled as Jazz gently tweaked her nose.

"Look how lucky we are," he said. "The three of us together. I never want this moment to end."

Prowl purred in agreement, his tail flicking happily. He snuggled up to the Porsche and intertwined their tails. Jazz smiled and wrapped his arms around his mate and daughter. The little family was purring in unison as they laid out on the berth and slowly fell asleep.