-Later-

The Base was on high alert and everyone was in the main room. Prowl sat in one of the chairs with Dee-Jay recharging against his chest. He held the little mech close. Dee-Jay snored slightly. Prowl chuckled.

"You get that from your father little one," he murmured quietly. The little mech yawned and clung to Prowl's armor. He gently stroked his helm and rocked him. Jazz kneeled beside him.

"How ya doin' Prowler?"

"I'm fine Jazz." Jazz kissed his cheek and stroked it.

"I'm just worried since Lockdown has done all this stuff to this family. Our family."

"I know." Dee-Jay stirred and clung to Prowl's chest armor. Jazz patted Dee-Jay's back before picking up Prowl, sitting down, and holding Prowl in his lap.

"Love ya Prowler."

"I love you too Jazz."

-later-

Prowl rested on his and Jazz's berth. Jazz was recharging beside him with an arm around his waist. His arm rested under his helm and he sighed. He couldn't sleep. Not with the thought of Lockdown Attacking the base at any minute. He looked over at the crib beside their berth and looked at their youngest. Dee-Jay recharged soundly on his side, curled up with his teddy bear. Prowl smiled at him and sighed as he rolled onto his back. Jazz grunted slightly and moved his servo. It rested on Prowl's left hip and Prowl looked at his mate. The trees rustled and Prowl looked up and narrowed his optics. He elbowed Jazz.

Prowl: /Jazz wake up!\\

Jazz: /hmmm...what's wrong Prowler?\\

Prowl: /I heard something Jazz.\\

Jazz: /Like what, love bird?\\

Prowl: /Jazz this is not the time to be funny. Shut up and listen.\\

The trees rustled again. Prowl grabbed his shurikens and Jazz grabbed his nunchaku. Jazz grabbed Prowl's servo.

Jazz: /we need to wake up the kids.\\

Prowl: /I Know. Cyria, Cytain, Winterfire!\\

The three woke up groggily and looked at their parents.

Cytain: /MOM! IT'S 3 A.M!\\

Prowl: /Yes I know but you need to listen to me. All 3 of you.\\

Cyria: /What's going on mama?\\

Prowl: /Someone is outside. I heard them. Winterfire I want you to take your little brother and Skyshadow and go hide in the wash racks.\\

Winterfire: /Ok mommy.\\

The black and white femme reached into the side of Dee-Jay's crib and picked him up. He didn't stir. Cyria looked at her younger sister then Skyshadow before picking her up and giving her to Winterfire. Skyshadow clung to her aunt and Dee-Jay clung to his big sister.

Prowl: /Good. Now be quiet and walk slowly and quietly to the wash racks.\\

Winterfire: /Ok mommy.\\

Winterfire stepped off her berth and walked out of the room and to the wash racks a bit down the hall.

Prowl looked at his two oldest sparklings.

Cytain: /Ok mom what now?\\

Prowl: /You two quietly get out your weapons, Cyria your shurikens, Cytain your katanas.\\

They did as there were told. Cytain reached under his berth and pulled out the scabbard he kept his katanas in. Cyria pulled out her shurikens.

Prowl: /Good. Now we need to wake up the base.\\

-Later-

Everyone gathered in the main room. Everyone had their weapons ready and were quiet. There were footsteps on the roof. It sounded like two bots were on the roof. Cyria shook a bit and Jetstorm hugged her from behind.

Jetstorm: /It will be being ok Cyria. No needing to be being afraid.\\

Cyria looked up at him and snuggled against his chest.

The footfalls ceased. A crashing sound came from the entrance. Everyone got ready to fight. A bomb exploded and the door was gone.

Two bots stepped in.

"Miss me babe?" Prowl growled. Lockdown smirked, "I know you did."

"Like I miss Virus C." Lockdown made 'Tsk' noises. The mech beside him sighed in annoyance before shooting at the Autobots. The others attacked. Ironelle whimpered a bit. Cyria looked at her.

"What's wrong?"

"That mech beside Lockdown...He adopted me before...he raped me...and beat me..." Cyria growled.

"Don't let him get to you. You're strong." Cyria ran to fight.

Prowl went against Lockdown with Cyria and Cytain behind him to back him up. Several more Cons ran in. Everyone fought.

-a bit later-

Prowl took a blow to his side and gasped in pain. Lockdown smirked.

"Your Autobots are losing." The black and gold mech growled and he felt a strong feeling in his spark. Lockdown's optics widened slightly.

"Mama what's going on?!" yelled Cyria. Prowl's armor went white and his optics turned golden yellow.

"Lockdown, you have caused my family too much pain! It ends now!" A white burst of light flooded the room. Several cries of pain were heard.

When the light went away all of the Cons were up against the wall injured and Prowl laid on the ground motionless.

"Prowl!"

"Mom!"

"Mama!" All 3 ran over. Jazz kneeled down and held Prowl's motionless body.

"Prowler wake up. Come on. Wake up." Cyria started tearing up as the other bots put stasis cuffs on the Cons. A groan escaped Prowl's mouth. His armor went back to its black and gold coloring and his visor turned blue again.

"Prowler?"

"W-what happened?"

"You helped us win sweetspark." Jazz pulled Prowl close to him.

-later-

Cyria played with Skyshadow in the room she had moved into a few days ago. Jetstorm walked in.

"Hello Cyria."

"Hiya Jetstorm." Cyria looked up at him.

"Can I be asking you a question?"

"Sure. Spit it out mech."

"Will you be my bonded?"

Bonjour, everyone. I'm back from the dead. This chapter took a long time to write due to having massive writers block.

I do have an announcement. I will be rewriting this story. The first part of the story is starting to feel old to me and I feel like it needs a different plot. The next time this is updated start from the beginning of the story and work on. Updates will probably be slow due to school.

Until next time!

au revoir my readers!