I do not own any of the Transformers characters, only the sparklings...

I don't own the songs used... This is pure fiction

Jazz and Prowl love

Last chapter...

Ironhide, Ratchet, Brawn Propyl, Prowl all lost their lives in this war, but Prowl showed signs of life back at the lab, with quick actions taken place to wake him up, thanks to the call of 'lucky' Lucky.

Now we rejoin the scene in the Lab, upon waking up Prowl...

'Defilibrator?!'

'Got it sir!'

'Let's get his spark beating! 3...2...1..'

ZAP!

'Nothing sir!'

'Again! 3...2...1..!'

ZAP!

'Nothing again!'

'We're not going to lose another comrade! Again!'

'3...2...1..'

ZAP!

'Got a faint spark beat!'

'Its working! Keep at it! Don't stop till his optics online!'

'Yes sir! Prepare backup energon and oxygen!'

Wheeljack sighed, and left the operational lab, into the clearing, where his comrades waited for the news, anxiously.

'We got a spark beat...'

The signs of relief that came from everyone, glad their SIC had survived, but from the damage done, whats the catch?

'But the damage from the sword, lodged into his memory bank, there's a 90% chance that if removed, he could be brain-damaged, for life. And even with the 10% survival, he could lose memories!' Wheeljack had to break the news.

'Can't we just get him to remember everything?' Luna asked.

'We know you don't want to lose another son, Luna,' Perceptor replied. 'But we're doing all we can, but its impossible without proper equipment, and considering the Decepticons have taken most of Cybertron's technology, we can clear the wound, but in order to ensure he won't lose memories, or be disabled, its leaving the sword as it is, and cover it up.'

'Are you saying to leave the sword lodged in his memory bank? Forever!?' Luna asked.

'If to leave him enabled to continue life and not be brain-damaged. This could leave his memory bank free from damage, and wont effect his nobility,' Perceptor replied.

Luna looked at Proton, who looked back. Bluestreak looked back and forth between his parents, and sighed.

'Mum, dad,' he said. 'Bro has a family... It would break Lucky's spark that his dad doesn't know who he is. And if disabled, it'll divide our time from protecting the sparklings from the Decepticons, and keeping bro safe from harm.'

'I agree son...' Proton replied. He turned to Luna. 'He's only just seen you. We don't want him to forget us completely, or even his comrades.'

Optimus understood the decision, and turned to Perceptor. 'We've establised a wound cleanup, but don't harm his system at all.'

Perceptor and Wheeljack nodded. 'Got'cha Prime.'

A scientist ran inside. 'Wheeljack, we're getting an brain activity!'

The 2 Autobots ran inside, followed by the others.

The scientists checked there wasn't no glitches in the system, but there was none. There was actually brain activity going on in Prowl's memory bank.

'These spikes are off the chart!' Perceptor checked the machine that monitored brain activity within an Autobot.

Wheeljack checked the wound. 'There's energon leaking into his memory bank! Prepare emergency equipement. We need to operate!'

'What?!' Luna was the one who entered and gasped. 'You need to operate! I thought you weren't removing the blade!'

'It's leaking energon into his bank. If left as it is, it can cause nerve damage. We'll promise to help him, you need to leave now!' Perceptor said, edging Luna out the room.

They got to work...

Hour... after hour... after hour... after hour... after hour had passed...

Finally, 7 hours after the operation began...

Wheeljack stepped out from the operating room, and nodded to everyone. 'It was a success. We managed to remove the blade, and keep him stabalized... But it used up most of the energon supplies to keep energon running through his circuits, but he's coping. Prowl hasn't woken yet, but his spark is beating on its own.'

The Autobots all sighed with relief... and went in to visit their SIC, and pay their respects...

'To think...'

Sideswipe looked at Sunstreaker, before looking back at Prowl, a few days after the operation. 'All those pranks I pulled on him. I wish I could take it all back now, seeing him like this.'

'Me too, bro.' Sunstreaker faced the blast door on the other side of the room, where all their fallen comrades laid, to keep out of trouble incase Decepticons raided the building.

'Son...' Proton and Luna stepped forward, standing beside their son's berthside, as the sound of spark beating on the machine was the only sound in the room.

'We removed the blade, which had some of the handle attached. Take a look, Proton,' Perceptor brought forward the 5 inch blade, covered in pink, fresh energon.

Proton studied it. 'A Decepticon Marine Combat Sword...' he noticed a small device on the handle. Carefully picking it off, he studied the tiny spec. 'A GPS locator!'

'What?!' Perceptor took the tiny device, and studied it aswell. 'It is! It's a GPS locator! The Decepticons used them with their swords to wound their enemy, and leave the allies to collect their comrade, so they can track the energon trail, and locate Autobot hideouts! Unfortunately Prowl had the locator taken with him, and so this device automatically switches to a GPS sender, and its been activated all along! The Decepticons have been tracking us!'

'This lab is protecting from outside frequencies!' Tycoon said.

'Not with Decepticon technology, brother,' Proton replied. 'Their's very advanced technology. And you operated for 7 hours, and almost 3 days have been. The Decepticons could already been on their way!'

Outside the lab...

Megatron flew around the collection of Iacon labs, looking around, his scanners on alert, and moaned again. 'Are you sure the signature of that Autobot is here, Soundwave?!'

'Positive Megatron. Within a 2 mile radius.'

Megatron looked around again, and saw nothing. 'They're must be underground, but there's quite a few underground labs. Soundwave, locate underground labs.'

'Yes Lord Megatron.'

Inside the lab...

'Megatron's right outside,' Tycoon looked at the hidden cameras' vision of outside the lab. 'He followed the GPS.'

'We can't leave our hideout, while risking taking the bodies, and also leaving brother defenceless,' Bluestreak added.

'And we can't fire at Megatron, because it'll alert him to our location,' Wheeljack added.

'We just hope that he doesn't find us,' Optimus said. 'I'm not risking more of my Autobots' lives, incase Megatron has backup awaiting for us to go out and attack...'

Wheeljack sat in the lab, sat beside Prowl as the machines worked, looking at the body of the SIC. It was then the machine next to him gave a beep, and then stopped.

Wheeljack looked up to the machine, and checked the beep. It was monitoring brain activity...

'There's brain wave being given off...' he gasped. 'That's extremely quick for what's happened... It was normally take a week to heal, but already, there's activity 3 days later.'

'Wheeljack. What's happening?' Perceptor walked into the room with a few other scientists.

'Perceptor, do we still have that device, that one that allows us to see what bots are thinking, the images projected from the brain, that medics used for their patients?'

'Yes Wheeljack. Is there brain activity?'

Wheeljack nodded, and Perceptor and the others quickly went to get the device. And knowing they couldn't ask Ratchet to work it...

'Okay... set it up there... Put this there, that wire there...'

'And that's it. Let's check what's going on.' Wheeljack said. It was the next day, Prowl and Bluestreak's 5.2millionth sparkday, but instead of celebrating, the family crowded around the machine.

Proton, Luna, Tycoon, Jazz and Bluestreak stood nearby, watching the machine start up, and an image began to form on the screen.

The family gasped as to what appeared...

'Daddy... where's mummy?'

'Mummy is with our Lord Primus, watching over you, as you and your brothers grow up. She'll never leave your side.'

'Okay daddy. Mum, I love you mummy!'

'Childhood memories...' Luna gasped. 'All that time I missed.'

'Son, Optimus is here.'

'Prime here's dad. How come?'

'Come to visit you and your brothers for important announcements.'

'Is that so dad? Are we joining his team finally?'

'Those are his arrnagements.'

'When Prime announced their arrangements to join the academy for sparklings...' Proton said.

'Bro...'

'What is it Smokescreen?'

'Dad's brought friends over.'

'Who? Good friends?'

'Dad's adopted his pals' sons. You remember Sunstreaker and Sideswipe?'

'Yeah... They caused trouble all the time at the academy.'

'And Jazz? Your best friend.'

'Jazz?'

'Yeah... Something happened to his dad. He's staying with us.'

'Ok. Will dad have time for all of us?'

'He will bro.'

'Ta day ya adopted meh,' Jazz said.

'Prowl, Smokescreen, Bluestreak, Jazz, Sunstreaker and Sideswipe, you're being taken into Autobot protection. Something has happened to Proton... We don't know what... but he ain't coming home...'

'Daddy...'

A sparkling cries...

'My disappearance...' Proton said.

'Bro, I can't get this right at all!'

'Hey, Blue. Deep breaths. I know you'll be the best shooter on this squad unit.'

'You think so Prowl?'

'I'm sure, bro. Now look, aim, hold it steady, and deep breath, think as you do so...'

He pulls the trigger, as the shot hits the bulleye of Megatron's head target stand up ahead.

'Perfect score Bro!'

'Thanks bro..'

'Bro helped me during my courses. I got the rank thanks to him,' Bluestreak said.

'Hey there Prowl. It's all a joke, really.'

'Sure it was. Report to my office, immediately!'

They approached the office...

'Prowl?'

A floating green light floated in the corner of the room, and then rushed forward, rushing towards the twins.

'ARGH!' they panicked, and ran down the corridor.

The light switched on, and Prowl laughed. 'They'll learn not to do that again.'

'All those pranks we pulled on him, including the pink goo and the magnets, that was terrible,' Sunstreaker sighed, full of regret.

'His daughter saved my son from death..' Sideswipe added. 'Anything to do to wake him up now...'

Lucky, who was still in Jazz's arms, as being born prematurely, hadn't gotten the feel in his legs yet, or work them, looked at his dad, lying down on the berth, all these wires and machines attached to him.

'Dada...'

The screen shut off, and went blank.

'What...' Wheeljack and Perceptor acted quickly to established what happened.

'There's nothing wrong with it Wheeljack...' Perceptor's voice faded as he knew what it meant.

Both bots stepped back from Prowl, and waited.

'What is it?' Luna asked. 'His brain hasn't shut down has it?'

The nearby spark beat monitor beeped, showing the spark beat was increasing, to normal levels.

The oxygen provider then activated, the arrow moving up and down, showing constant breathing.

'Its time...' Perceptor said.

A faint groan was heard...

Everything else who had been outside the operating area, rushed inside on hearing silence and machines beeping.

There, infront of everyone's optics, Prowl moved his head, and his optics lit up, looking around the room..

It's happened. Prowl has waken up, less than a day after his operation, which is slightly impossible for them.

But now it's a long road to recovery... on the day he turns 5.2 million years old. Will the SIC be well enough to celebrate, OR won't he know what day it is?

No songs I'm afraid.

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Updated: 13/07/2012