We all know Jazz is everyones friend and gets along... but what happens when Sideswipe accuses him of being scary? This is taken when they were younglings, Sideswipe is left alone and he doesn't really like it.

Bluebird Soaring: I know! This actually popped into my head. Someone reviewed and asked what Sideswipe does to cope if Sunny's in the med bay and this was born! ...So to speak

Elita One: I know! My mom so doesn't understand but I rally don't care.

Cman710: Here's the next one.

flamingmarsh: I know... but it's really cute!

Sunstreaker: Sorry about the spelling... I'm really terrible at it.

Jessie07: Thank you!

Autobot Starlight: Poor Sunny, no one understands what he goes threw. I'm still not completely moved in yet. But I'm selling a whole bunch of my crap in a garage sale this weekend. Thank you, I love the reviews you give me! They really help with my stories!

blood shifter: Of course it's Jazz.

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Nortstar: Thank you!

Story Ten: Jazz is scary

Ratchet desperately tried to pry the red youngling off of his yellow twin. Sideswipe whimpered and kicked as he was pulled away and placed on a chair. He made an attempt to run back to Sunstreaker, but was held back.

"Sideswipe, stop. I'll only need Sunstreaker for at least two cycles," Sideswipe shook his head, "Yes you'll be fine."

Sideswipe had no choice but to watch as Ratchet lead Sunstreaker out. It had been a good day up until this point; Sideswipe had finally allowed himself to leave their room and explore. Sunstreaker knew where every room was, due to he had actually left, and lead the red twin to the rec room. Thankfully, for both twins, no one was in there allowing them free reign... that was until Ratchet came and tore them apart.

Now, Sideswipe was alone and worse, he didn't know how to get back to their room. He jumped when the doors opened; two mechs stepped in, both black and white. One had a visor covering his optics, dull horns at the top of his helm, and was chatting away a huge grin on his face. The other looked rather bored, but his door wings were perked up showing he was listening.

"...Well, who do we have here?" The visored mech noticed Sideswipe, who tenced up; the mech laughed. "Someone's a bit skiddish. Don't worry, I'm not goin' to hurt ya. What's your name?" Sideswipe shook his head.

"Congratulations Jazz, I believe you scared him."

"Did not!" Jazz bent down, smiling as he came optic level to Sideswipe. He squeaked loudly and scrambled underneath the chair. The winged mech laughed as Jazz looked horror struck.

"Right, he's really warming up to you."

"Mute it Prowl." Sideswipe began to shake as Jazz's feet came into view. He scrambled back, attempting to get away, and found himself picked up.

"It's alright little one, you won't be harmed." Sideswipe looked up at Prowl, who softly smiled back down. Sideswipe smiled back up and moved closer to Prowl. "Now, let's try this again. What's your name?"

"...Sideswipe."

...

Sunstreaker was surprised upon entering the rec room to find his twin in deep recharge... being held in the second commander's arms.

"Seems he found someone else to warm up to." said Ratchet. Sunstreaker crawled onto Prowl's lap and poked Sideswipe's until he woke up.

"...Sunny!" Sideswipe launched himself into Sunstreaker, "Sunny, look, look, it's Prowl!"

"Really?" Sunstreaker already knew this but was happy Sideswipe was warming up to someone, "Who's the mech in the corner?"

"Oh, that's Jazz," Sideswipe whispered, "he's scary."

Prowl laughed... Jazz hung his head in defeat.