Enjoy this inside story for Jazz, Prowl, Bluestreak, and Smokescreen's origin! :) Cover image was done by: RealAmbushBruiser for this fanfic.

Sureshot is canon

I realized that most (if not all of you) may be wondering what time units I use, so here it is. I got them from the Time units TF wiki, and cherry picked the ones i liked.

Breem: 8.3 minutes

Vorn: 83 years

Cycle: 2 hours

Groon: 1 hour

Nano-klik: 1 second

Deca-cycle: 30 days

Deci-vorn: 8.3 years

Klik: 1.2 minutes

Mega-cycle: 93 hours

Meta-cycle: 13 months

Stellar cycle: 7.5 monts

Astrosecond: .5 seconds

Solar cycle: 1 day

Lunar cycle: 1 night

The end of the story is near.


Ch. 29

-Jazz's POV-

I saw the tenseness from everyone, but I had to show them that I can handle my brute of a sparkmate. With a small gesture of my digits, my guards relaxed very slowly. "Megatron, I am no Optimus or Starscream. I will not allow a bully like you to tell me that my way of saving our entire race is wrong." I jammed a digit into his chest, pulling my arm out of his hold and forced him to take a couple steps back. "You are not even a bully, you are just a mech that was a victim of a very poor situation and instead of going about it the right way, you decided to go in a blaze of glory. You are blind by greed and power, you had one taste of it, and you went mad. And I am done with letting you push everyone around. Your pathetic feat tactics can only go so far before even the most loyal of mechs will turn on you."

You had better stop this before I do something you'll regret. Megatron was putting up a front of intimidation, but I could feel the panic of me going against him. I shook my helm and puffed my chest out when he tried towering me again. "Stand down Autobot."

"Stand down. Stand down? I am no longer an Autobot, I am not your little soldier, and I most certainly not a mindless drone. I am your mate and your equal." I glared at him with one arm swiping to my side and another went to my spark.

Megatron and I had an intense staring contest. He gave a growl before his servo went across my face. There were gasps from coming from the Autobots, and my guards were ready attack but I gestured for them to stop. Prowl had that look of an animal fueled by rage, nothing holding it back but its own strength. You are going to regret it when we return to the Nemesis. I rolled my shoulders and rubbed the spot with an impressed chuckle. "What is so funny?"

"You, you're funny. Whenever someone calls you out on your slag, your first reaction is never a smart or logical comeback you react with violence. Look what violence has gotten you, you've lost nearly eighty percent of your army. While the Autobots have grown in the last two years! Do you not see a pattern here, Megatron? If you had hit me back on Cybertron, they would have already struck you down, but I don't see the benefit in having you killed."

"We are going back to the Nemesis." Megatron growled at me with his left arm still behind his back. I held my helm up high and staid where I was. Get your aft in the air or I will drag you in the air. My arms crossed over my chest and I shook my helm. His hidden arm moved very slowly, revealing the hilt of Prowl's sword.

I looked at my mate as I felt that everything started to slow down. "Megatron-" My helm turned to the side instead of attacking. Oh, why didn't I attack? I asked myself as I felt the tip of the blade barely touch my midsection. Wait what? I slowly turned to see Prowl standing in front of me with his sword tearing through his cloak. My gaze followed the splashes of energon on the sand. The tip of the blade that was touching me was dripping more energon.

"P-Prowl. Prowl?" He fell towards me, I caught him and lowered to the ground. I hugged him close and felt him shake in my hold. "No, no, no, no. You can't do this to me now Prowl, you idiot why did you do that?"

"Ordered to protect heir." Prowl groaned and coughed up some energon. He gave a strained chuckle as he grabbed the blade that was lodged in him. "Not my most… elegant plan."

Prowl pulled it out and dropped it beside him, and coughed up more energon. I hugged him closer to me with my face buried in his neck. "You are such an idiot Prowl, we were going to go home together. I can't do this without you."

"An idiot that did what he loved. Can I see your… optics?" He asked me in between coughs. I looked at Ratchet quickly, knowing what was on Prowl's mind. Ratchet rushed over with Ironhide and they carried Prowl back to the ARK. I slowly stood up while removing my visors, my optics landed on Megatron and he tried to escape, but Dirge's trine stopped him. He went to speak, but I interrupted him.

"You will be silent." Megatron's lips sealed shut and I smacked him harder across the face, he fell to the ground and I ordered him to remain there. "You attempted to murder not only me, but my heir. And by the laws of the Royal Court and our people, you will pay for you crimes. I will not have you disgrace my family legacy any longer."

I pulled my blaster out and aimed it at his helm with my servo clenching. My digit moved to the trigger as Megatron was using the bond to beg for his life. I shook my helm and fired; he fell backwards and the life in his optics flickered away. The bond between Megatron and I was breaking, and it caused me pain but I was hiding it with a wince. I looked up and saw that one by one all of the Decepticons lowered to their knees. My friends were staring at me with shock looks, about what exactly it could have been a dozen things.

"Let it be known, that anyone that threatens Cybertron from this point on, will be declared as terrorists and punished with banishment to the furthest planet with no hopes of ever returning. I, Jazz king of Cybertron and the future of Cybertron, make this an official decree." I faced everyone with my arm swiping down to my side with my optics glowing brightly. Smokescreen and Bluestreak's optics glowing just as bright as they registered the command. "Decepticons return to the Nemesis, I have to visit someone."

Soundwave lifted Megatron into his arms before they all took off and once they were out of sight. I lost my composure and fell the ground with my arms wrapped around my chest. I gave out a pained cry as I felt the bond continue to break. Someone pulled me onto my peds and hugged me close to them. "It's going to be okay Jazz." Optimus' voice came from above me and he rubbed my back in circular motions. "Autobots, transform and roll home."

I pulled away from the Prime and Bluestreak's recognizable servo held my visors out to me. I placed them on before going over to Prowl's sword and held it close to my chest. "We should have Ratchet make sure that you and the sparkling are unharmed." Bluestreak suggested and held me close to him.

"I need to see Prowl first. Tell the guards that it's time to return home, we are going to use Shockwave's space bridges." I looked at Bluestreak before looking at Optimus with a frown, and looked away in shame. No words were exchanged between any of us as we returned to the ARK. When I saw how much of the ship was pulled out of the volcano. Prowl's reports on the progress was astonishing from just hearing it, but to actually see it amazed me. I didn't even wait for my transformation sequence to be finished before dashing for the med bay. I stumbled into the room and ran for Prowl that had only a single machine attached to his spark.

"Heh, even now you are full of energy. My liege, you know I would never rejoin Primus without saying good bye to you." Prowl gave a stressed chuckle. I laid his sword next to him soon with his servo going into my servo. He held onto my servo tightly, his optics flickered before booting up again.

"How can you choose now to have a sense of humor? Frag it, Prowler, you were supposed to be with me until it was my time to go. Prowler, I don't want a kingdom without you. How can I have a future without my greatest treasure?" I teared up and hugged his servo to my face. "Prowl, I should have found another way to ending the war. If I had gone with Optimus in the first place, then you wouldn't be here."

And of course, my idiot shook his helm as he brought my servo to his lips, giving them a kiss. His other servo went to my visors, and gently removed them. We stared into each other's optics before I hid my face in the white servo. Prowl shushed me and brought me close to him. "Jazzy, I will be with you no matter what. You have such beautiful… optics. I-I am not afraid of death, but make me a promise before I reunite with our ancestors."

I nodded rapidly when I heard the rapid beeping from the machine that was attached to his spark. "Yes, yes I will Prowl. Please don't leave me yet. Please, remember when we talked about seeing the flood gates open? We were supposed to see them together."

"Promise… Promise me that you'll give your sparkling your personality. And… and promise me that you'll keep living." His optics started to leak, causing my vision to blur. I hid my face in his neck and hugged his helm.

"Valour, Valour. Please Valour." I pulled my face away to look at him, shaking his arm frantically. "Prowl!" My legs fell and pressed my back against the medical berth with my legs hugged to my chest, and my servos holding my helm to my knees. I've lost everything.

-Smokescreen's POV-

Bluestreak and I were sitting with everyone in the rec room, a depressed silence was in the room. If we listened close enough, Jazz's crying could be heard. I wanted to be comforted by Optimus, but I also wanted to be with my brother. Bluestreak pulled me into his arms and rubbed my wings as soon as I broke down into my servos. "I know Smokey, we'll give our good byes as soon as Jazz is done mourning."

"Blue, we both know Jazz will never stop mourning. What are we going to do? We know how Jazz acted when Prowl gets… got hurt, but he's-" My servo rubbed the back of my helm stressfully. I bent my helm down with a heavy vent. "We never planned this, what if we have another Sureshot?"

"Jazz will have us to make sure that never happens." Bluestreak grabbed my arm and made me look at him with just as much of a strained smile as I had on my face. "He will never become Sureshot."

As a youngling, there were many topics we were never to speak of as it was taboo. When we were learning the family line of the royal family, we had skipped nearly two generations and a century of history without question. I knew that no one was going to answer my question, I went to the only bot I knew would, Prowl. Sureshot was the eightieth king of the throne, he was a sane ruler for half of his ruling but during a war with the Cybertron Civil war against the Quintessons. He lost half of his army after a stellar cycle of battle, and then the Quintessons kidnapped his sparkmate and their ten creations. They preformed a public execution during another fight, and seeing all of them murdered caused the king to go mad. Sureshot was dubbed as 'Sureshot the insane'.

"Smokescreen?" Optimus came over to us and sat beside us with his servo grabbing mine. He could sense my panic and worry through the bond, and wanted to comfort me. "Perhaps it would be wise to show Jazz that he isn't alone. He has been there for all of us through times of needing, listening to our grievances."

"I think some of the team agrees with you, Prime." Bluestreak pointed at all of ops leaving out of the door. He looked back at me with a sad smile on his face. "Come on bro, one last mission as Autobots."

-Bluestreak's POV-

We, Smokescreen, Optimus, and I, went to the med bay where special forces stood in front of the shut door. They didn't look to have opened the door yet, they stood around the door with their helms bent. There were muffled cries coming from the med bay. The twins poked the bond, they chose to mourn in their quarters.

Would you two like to come? I asked them while sending them comfort through the bond. There was always a secret understanding and admiration for Prowl. The twins loved pushing others to their limits in hopes of getting them to leave them alone, but very few mechs took the time to push back. Prowl knew that I loved Sunstreaker and Sideswipe, and was willing to put up with their antics.

We're fine. Sunstreaker said quickly. I sighed through the bond and focused on the med bay. Sorry Blue, we just need time. We never got the tell Prowl thank you.

You never had to, Prowl knew. You both can come when you're ready. I offered before going to the door and opened it to see what state that everything was in. The room was dimly lit, the machine connected to Prowl's spark was only showing a straight line, and on the floor beside Prowl's body was Jazz. His knees were pulled tightly to his chest, face buried in his legs, and in his arms was Prowl's arms. In Prowl's servo was Jazz's visors and his frame was completely gray. Oh Jazz.

I walked over to him and sat on his right with my servo grabbing the tip of the blade. "Jazz, we're here for you. You don't need to do this by yourself." Smokescreen moved to his left and touched his elbow strut. He hugged his knees closer, but there was nothing but a minute whimper. "Prowl is going to protect you forever, remember that. Everyone knows you loved him, and so did he."

"You're not alone, we are all here for you." Smokescreen whispered alongside me, trying to coax the blade away from Jazz. His digits twitched and he finally loosened his hold, but just enough for Smokescreen to take the blade slowly. "Hey Jazz, remember the time when you snuck out of the palace and went all the way to Uraya for a late-night exploration? And your speeder ran out fuel, and you forgot to take credits with you. So, you commed Prowl to come get you. Primus, Prowl was so mad at you but he also couldn't help but laugh at it."

Jazz's helm tilted up very slowly and he looked at my brother. His legs were stained with blue. He leaned against Smokescreen with his helm bent down. Smokescreen rubbed the back of his helm, hoping to comfort him. I gave a small chuckle with my gaze going up to the ceiling. "I remember when Prowl was chasing us through the palace after we brought in a wild astro fox. It took him forever to capture the poor animal, and when it was released back outside he made us write everything from the book ten times."

A very tiny twitch appeared on the corner of his mouth. "I always stressed… Prowl out." His voice cracked and he stuttered while his intakes hitched. Jazz sighed heavily, "I-I wish I had never ordered Prowl to protect me. Everything was going according to plan, I had Megatron under control and we were slowly getting the Decepticons to my side, and no one was dying. But I mouthed off, I should have just let everything keep going! If I just kept my mouth shut, Prowl would still be alive!"

He punched the side of the berth before he jumped on his peds. Jazz planted his servos on the berth. My brother and I stood up, our servos grabbed ahold of his servos. "Jazz, we all know we wish things were different, but this is… was Prowl we are talking about. Regardless if you didn't order him to, Prowl would have found a way to go around the command to keep you safe."

"But, there would have been a chance he would be here. I wanted him to be there to see Cybertron alive again, to be there when I took the throne, be with me regardless if we could never be together. And now he can't. I should've been faster, should've been smarter." Jazz looked at Prowl's open spark chamber.

"Prowl will always be with you Jazz." Optimus walked behind us and placed a servo on the Polyhexian's back. "He'll still be able to see Cybertron, we are all here for you."

Jazz took the visors from Prowl's servo and put them on before taking Prowl's sword, and placed it on his frame. He gently sat his servos on the hilt before moving my brother's sigil over his servos. I smiled gently and closed his spark chamber. "He'll wait for you at Primus' gate when it's your time."

"Okay, okay I'm okay now. I'm okay." Jazz sniffled and touched Prowl's face before kissing his chevron. "I'll keep my promise to you, Prowler. I love you always my greatest treasure." Of course, they made promises. They always made promises to each other for everything.

Jazz folded his arms with his gaze on Prowl, he was putting up his front but everyone knew that once our friend was alone he was going to get emotional. He looked at Optimus briefly before looking at Smokescreen, and then away from them. "Jazz, Optimus and I are willing to form a trine with you. When you're ready." Smokescreen took his black servo and smiled.


Or is it? What if this was only possibility?

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