If you made it this far, then you should be aware of the warnings.

Ch. 19

Bluestreak was sitting in his chair adjacent of the small sofa that Jazz was laying on. He watched the mech's progress on the monitor as they tried a new exercise. They would look at old memory, Bluestreak would use Jazz's EM field to feel and write it down, and then Jazz would close it on his own to tell him that he was safe. Jazz was about to pull out before he stopped when he heard the happy giggles of a sparkling.

"What in the world? Jazz, pull out." The therapist watched Jazz walk out of the memory through a crawlspace that had appeared out of thin air. "What in the- Jazz come on."

"It's time for me to go my little stars, but I promise to bring back some fun things from Earth." Jazz said softly as he sat on the edge of what looked like a makeshift berth. He leaned over who he was talking to and hugged them with love. "Remember what I said?"

"Uhuh. We are millions of light years away, but we can still find each other at the big blue star. When do we get to meet Sire?" A bright but also curious voice came from the shadowed figure with blue optics.

There was a bit of sadness from Jazz as he looked like he was in pain from thinking about it. "We don't get to meet Sire do we?" A shadowy figure with red optics asked. The two figures were distinguishable enough to see their unique shapes, but details were still fuzzy.

"Co, what did I say about reading my mind without my permission? And you will get to meet Sire, you just might be older. It depends on what the new Council says about me." Jazz went to stand up, but the red opticed shadow jumped up with a fist in the air.

"Then I will tell them that if they don't give you back that they're a bunch of meanies. And Skids and I will throw big tantrums if they don't let us meet Sire!" His excitement got the mech beside him to jump up and copy his stance. "We're gonna be better Autobots than all of 'em!"

"Yeah!" The other said with even more excitement.

Jazz started laughing as he laid the youngling sized shadows back down. "Oh yeah? Better than all of us? Even Optimus?"

"Better than… better than Ratchet!" The blue optics threw his tiny arms in the air.

"Wow, that takes a lot of strength to be better than Ratchet. Now it's time for my little Autobots to get their recharge. Good night my loves."

Jazz sat up with a loud gasp and was venting hard. He jumped onto his peds and pointed at the blank screen. "What was that!? None of that happened in my memory before! I know that manor like the back of my slagging servo, and there was no hidden door in the study!"

"Sometimes our subconscious will link memories to others if they have any correlation. In this particular memory, Soundwave was talking to you about sparklings with you. In this memory, you were taking care of sparklings. Do you recognize them?" Bluestreak had to look naïve to those obviously being Skids and Ricochet. He added before letting Jazz speak. "It's amazing, after only exchanging letters and gifts with Prowl, your memory blocks are being removed. Given it's when you recall old memories, just imagine what could happen if you met in person."

Jazz sat down with his field flaring nervously, "I'm not ready to see him. Just a bit longer of this. I recognize one of the names, Skids, I met him at that party, but before that? I don't know. The way I was interacting with them, it looked like I really cared for them, but who are they?"

"Can you tell me about your mission to Europe? Blaster and Ironhide mentioned that sometimes when you're recharging, you talk about Europe a lot." Bluestreak leaned against the arm of the chair. The alarm next to him rang, and he turned it off. "Why don't we save it for next time? I'm really proud of you Jazz, I feel like we're making real progress."

The Polyhexian smiled as they stood up. He opened his subspace and pulled out a small package. "Could you give this to Prowl? I wasn't sure if I wanted to give it to you to give to him now or not, but… yeah. Thanks Blue, for this."

The Praxian took the small package with a smile and subspaced it. "I'll be sure to tease him endlessly. And you're a part of my circle, I'll have your back regardless of what happens between you and my brother."

Paxians have circles? Are you in my circle? Jazz heard a very young voice in his helm. He shook his helm before hugging the Praxian, and then leaving with a pep in his step. Outside the small office building that Bluestreak worked at on the end cycles, was Hound. The Polyhexian's smile grew more and he hugged the green mech in a friendly hug. "Hound, what are you doing here?"

He jumped down with a small laugh. Hound laughed with him and tilted his helm to the side as he felt Jazz's field pulse happily. "You're so bouncy, what did Bluestreak give you? Well Raj, Blue, and Bee have hung out with you, so I figured it's my turn. Today must be a good day."

"I wish I got something, but it just was a good session. Well aside from this weird memory we looked at. Well now that I mention it, it's been happening a lot lately. Keep seeing sparklings, always the same two." Jazz laughed and waved his servo in the air. "But it's probably just the heat cycle messing with me."

Confirmed sparklings. Hound told his mate through their bond before smiling at his ex-commander. "Can I ask, do you miss Ops or being an Autobot?"

"Being in it, sure. Commanding? Not really. I mean it was exciting to be in charge, but I'm not a leader. I miss bein a Bot… a lot, but I can't be one again." Jazz frowned slightly as he answered. They started walking up the street, Jazz spun on his heel to look at the mech. Hound knew this form of action, it meant Jazz was going to work his magic to get into his target's processor. "Raj sent you to come check on me, didn't he? Whatever he's needing from me, I told him and everyone else that keeps asking me all I know. I don't remember anything between Megatron telling me to kill Prime and me telling Prime that I was the mole. Sure, there are things I do remember, but there are holes in every memory."

"He doesn't know I'm here Jazz. I came on my own." Hound said confidently, but the Polyhexian threw his helm back with a mocking laugh.

"Ah ain't an idiot Hound. You and Mirage have been chipping paint since I joined the brigade, maybe longer. I really don't remember anything on whatever it is I blocked from myself. All I know is that Prowl is the key, but he isn't coming anywhere near my processor until I can trust myself." Jazz explained as a servo went to his chest. He stopped in front of a display window and tilted his helm. On a small pedestal was a small pearly white box with silver trimming. Just turn the key and an angel will sing.

Hound stood beside Jazz and saw how hard he was staring at the object. "We could go inside and get it."

The Polyhexian's visors shuttered as he shook his helm. "Naw, I'm okay. Just reminded me of something. Ironhide did however give me a long aft list to get from the store. Seriously he would be deactivated without Chromia and I." He laughed as he pulled out a datapad with a list of items they needed for the house.

Reacted to a box in the display. Hound snickered at Jazz's comment. "Probably. At least you're not living with a noble that hasn't let go of his ops training. The detailers have to make me hold Raj down."

"Eh same. I'm no longer an unbalanced idiot. Found some nifty hiding spots when Ironhide wants to take me to bars." He hummed happily. The scout was slowly becoming weirded out by how happy Jazz was. It was almost too happy.

I can't believe this is working. Keep it up Jazz until Hound leaves. He tilted his helm and he snuck a glance over his shoulder. Jazz looked around for an exit. Hound felt how tense Jazz's field was and went to ask him what was wrong. The breeze changed direction, and he caught a whiff of Meister. "Follow me."

Hound took Jazz's servo and led him through the crowded sidewalk. He turned through an alley, stopping in front of a large dumpster. ::Trailbreaker, open up the entrance.::

::Copy.:: Trailbreaker said before the dumpster started transforming and separated to reveal a hidden doorway. Jazz was in awe by how hidden this was. He was being pulled inside when he looked back at the main sidewalk and saw an all-black mech that had his Sire's mask.

"Sire?" Jazz went to talk to this mech, but Hound pulled him inside and he shouted as the entrance was closed in front of him. "Hound, why am I here? Where are we? How is Light here?"

"That wasn't Black light, that was Meister. Don't ask me how he got Light's mask, because no one knows. And this is one of the tunnels Ops uses to avoid being spotted. Off the grid." Hound explained as he started running. Meister is getting more aggressive with his sightings.

Jazz ran after the green mech with a frown. "His mask was with my stuff, but Prime said none of my stuff was on base. What does Meister want with me?"

"Don't know really. Says you can help them find someone. Apparently you saved him and his brother." He shrugged before another door spiraled opened, and Jazz felt like he was in ops heaven. He saw security cameras showing live footage everywhere, terminals with various things on screen.

"Jazz, what are you doing here?!" Trailbreaker stood up in shock when he saw the mech look around in awe.

"Jazz?" Bumblebee's voice came from the room, and he flipped down from the ceiling. He ran to his friend and hugged him excitedly. "Jazz, you're really here."

The Polyhexian hugged the mech back with a nod. "Yeah, and nice double front flip. Better than they used to." He said teasingly, and the yellow mech shoved him playfully. "Hound, really I appreciate your concern for my safety, but I can take care of myself."

"What's going on?" Trailbreaker asked when he joined the group in the middle of the room. The lights and all of the electronics had a hard shut down. "I upgraded the alarms just a deca-cycle ago."

There was the sound of metal scraping against metal, and sparks were the only thing illuminating the room. Jazz saw a figure walk close to them until a pair of red optics were meeting his gaze. "Are you afraid Autobot second-in-command Jazz?"

"N-" He cleared his voice box and stood up straight. "No. I don't know what you want with me, but I will not let you hurt me or my friends." Jazz instinctively reached behind his back until he remembered that he didn't have any rights to weapons. Really miss my rifle.

"You want your rifle? Come to Kaon, I'll fix you without that Praxian." The mech walked closer before stopping in front of them.

How did he-. Jazz's optics widened and he started building up walls in his processor, but memories of Soundwave were causing his field to flare up in fear. "Get out of my helm."

"You should be afraid of me. After all I was sired by that monster. I'm just like him. You filled my processor of dreams that I could ever be an Autobot. But they wouldn't accept me, just like they wouldn't accept my brother, they don't accept you. That's why you've been waiting for a chance to run." Meister leaned in close to Jazz's receptor and whispered before going on. "Failsafe."

::Hound, we can't just let him do this to Jazz.:: Bumblebee said over their comlinks.

::I know, but we could hurt Jazz. Just wait for the backup generators to start up.:: Hound said before he heard a growl and they activated their headlights. They saw Jazz pinning Meister with his servo going around his neck, and a digit pointing in his face. "Jazz?"

"Are ya tryin' tah get yerself killed!? Ya idiot, Ah give ya one simple order. Let meh work at my own pace. Stay in Kaon, keep yerself and yer brother safe until Ah have a chance tah tell everyone. If yer Sire finds out about ya, he will get out of Newgate, and then come for all of us." Jazz dropped the mech and shouted in frustration.

"Well they are causing you more pain than helping. What good have the Autobots done for any of us!? We have been with you since the beginning! You've got the tickets the second Prowl frags up, and I know he is. All he cares about is work, he doesn't care about us! And so, what if my Sire finds out, I'll kill him before he can lay a digit on you." Meister argued before Jazz back handed him. Startling everyone, including Meister.

"They have done more for dis family than Ah deserve. Give meh a deca-cycle Co, a deca-cycle then ya can come get meh. But ya will stay out of dis until then. Dat means goin' tah Blaster and learnin' tah control yer telepathy. Do not pull dis kind of stunt again, do ya hear meh?" The failsafe could already feel himself being pushed in the back of his processor, but he was determined to hear the mech respond to him.

Meister grumbled and nodded. "Yes sir. A deca-cycle and then we are leaving Cybertron." He tapped the side of Jazz's helm and he collapsed into his arms. The mech laid the Polyhexian on the ground and disappeared with the power returning. When they could see properly, Hound rushed over to Jazz as the other two mechs were trying to find the intruder.

"Jazz, Jazz wake up." Hound shook Jazz, watching him stir with a groan. His visors powered on when his optics opened.

"What happened?" He groaned as he slowly sat up and looked around to see all three of the mechs looking at him, all baffled. Jazz stood up slowly despite the ache in his processor. "What?"

"What do you remember Jazz?" The green mech asked with concern. How could he forget all of that!? The way he talked, moved, frag even his attacks were similar to how he acted during the war.

Jazz crossed his arms with his field closed tightly. "Meister telling me to be afraid of him. That I filled his processor of the Autobots ever accepting him and his brother. Are you all okay though? He didn't hurt you?"

"No, we're all good. He keeps getting into our base, and we've been updating the everything." Trailbreaker said as he sat in a chair with a tired groan. "We don't know how he does it."

"He's telepathic, is he looking in your processors? He was so… hurt and alone." Jazz put a servo to his chest, his spark clenched tightly in its chamber. The Polyhexian looked down at his peds and saw a memory appear in front of him.

"We don't want you to go, why do you have to go? We're not strong enough to find you." A pair of red optics looked up at Jazz with the rims of his optics rimmed with tears. The tiny arms wrapped around his legs. "What if Sire finds me? You promised you wouldn't leave us."

"I have to Co, if any of the Decepticons find out about you or your brother, they will do a lot of evil things to you. And I'm not going to forget you, remember what I told you? Data is just going to put a door in front of my memories." The Polyhexian knelt down in front of the shadowy figure, wrapping him in his arms tightly. "Keep all three of you safe and hidden until the war is over. Remember what I said about the voices?"

The helm nodded, "if they get too loud, hide my face and pretend I'm closing the door. You'll come back and we can be a family again?"

"I promise little star."

Jazz pulled out of the memory, stumbling backwards. "I need to go. I need to go right now." The Polyhexian looked at the mechs with determination in his voice. He was getting impatient with all of these memories coming to light, but it left him with even more questions.

"Jazz, if this mech could be a danger to you." Bumblebee was interrupted by Jazz picking up a screwdriver and threw it past his helm. The scout looked at the tool get lodged into the wall. "Okay, we'll take you back to Ironhide's."

The Polyhexian was escorted back to his home, and he gave a quick good-bye before shutting himself inside his room. He grabbed a datapad that he had hidden under his pillow and turned it on with his hardline cable going straight into the port. After Jazz uploaded the memory to the datapad he tucked the cable away and started the memory files from the very beginning in hopes of finding out the answers out for himself. His comlink beeped as the memory of talking about the origins of these strange younglings' Sires was playing. He paused it with slight annoyance.

::Yeah?::

::Well geez someone had bad energon. I just wanted to let you know that the pieces you asked for are done, and that I was going to be shipping them off to Sunstreaker to paint them.:: Tracks said with a grumble.

Jazz sat up quickly with excitement in his systems once more. ::Really? Thank you so much Tracks, you have no idea how much this means to me.:: He gave a relieved sigh as he could finally check that task off his list. The front door opened and Ironhide's grumbling followed after. ::I gotta go but thank you so much for do this.::

The Polyhexian went out to the hall, seeing the other door opened. He went to the door with a small laugh at the splatters of paint colored on his frame. "Normally I would suspect the twins, but seeing as we aren't on the ARK it isn't them?"

"No, some protestors from Kaon. They're wanting a seat in the council. And was vandalizing the statue outside the council building, and I got caught in the crossfire of the paint cans being thrown around." Ironhide started removing his arsenal from his frame while turning to face the mech. "You seem awfully happy, mail won't be coming for a while because of the week-long rain that's heading our way. Already hit Velocity and Helix."

"Actually, Tracks commed me when you got back, about my new frame. Sunny and Sides should be getting it soon. So, if you don't mind my asking, why doesn't the Council contain a representative from the other cities?" Jazz tilted his helm with a lax posture.

The red mech sat the large cannons on his berth with a groan. "Well that's because the Council is strictly Iacon."

"But you pour resources and time to try and solve problems in other cities. Wouldn't it be smarter to hear the voices coming from the sources?" The visored mech asked in confusion. "That's what the old Council had to deal with, they all came from one place and believed they knew the problems throughout the entire planet."

"Jazz." Ironhide said warningly, and Jazz shook his helm.

"I'm not going to start a secret club to overthrow the Council. I'm speaking from the viewpoint of a mech that experienced the other side of the totem pole. Optimus, all through the war preached of equality for all Cybertronians, but looking at it all where is the equality? You need to step back and look at the whole picture, the rioters are screaming that in your face. They want to be heard." Jazz pushed himself away from the wall before leaving to go set up for the storm that was coming.

Day two of the storm, and Jazz was sitting at the table in the dining room with a pad and stylus. He was tapping the stylus against his helm as he started humming softly to himself. Ironhide was in the living room watching a movie, subtly listening to the mech hum to himself. "Whatcha doing over there kid?"

"Feeling inspired. Gotta write it down before I forget." Jazz laughed softly as his empty servo was tapping on the table like he was playing a piano. They went back to silently doing their own activities before a knock came to the door. The two mechs called to attention, Jazz looked at Ironhide who put a digit to his lips. He nodded and then another knock, and Ironhide slowly rose to his peds with a blaster going into his servo.

The red mech went to the door and quickly pulled it open with the blaster pointed at whoever was at the door. He dropped his servo when saw who it was, and he quickly reacted. "Kid get some towels quick!"

Jazz jumped to his peds, going straight to the supply closet without seeing who was at the door. When he went to the front door, his hold on the towels was nonexistent. Leaning against the door frame was Prowl with burns scattered around his frame, steam rising from his armor, and he was venting hard. Ironhide groaned in agitation as he grabbed the towels, and started drying the insane mech.

"Prowl, what are you doing here? You could have damaged yourself." Ironhide helped the Praxian into the living room. Prowl opened his subspace and pulled out a datapad.

"I promised no matter what. I-I didn't want to break my promise again." Prowl was in a lot of pain, especially in his wings, but he would endure the pain if it meant keeping his promise to Jazz. The Polyhexian was standing behind Ironhide, still mildly in shock of seeing Prowl in front of him again. He wiped his optics quickly turning his back to hide the fact that he felt like a fool for making his warning so literal. "Why are you crying Jazz?"

"Because of you, you idiot. You know that I would have been understanding with the rain preventing you from delivering the letter." Jazz looked back at Prowl with a fist to his optics. His shoulders were shaking as his tanks hitched. "And now you're hurt because of me."

Ironhide took his chance to move to a different room. Prowl shook his helm as he rose to his peds. "I know you would have understood, but I wanted to show you that I will face any challenges to see you. I know you didn't want to see me, but Jazz I will fight for you. I want to spend the rest of my functioning with you in my life. Just please give me a chance to show you."

He wants to fight for me? Jazz's servos lowered to his chest as his spark pulsed hard. Fresh tears fell before he hugged Prowl tightly. "I'm so sorry for everything, I should have trusted you to help me during the war. I'm sorry Prowler."

Prowl hugged Jazz even tighter as he hid his face inside the crook of the Polyhexian's neck. "It's okay Jazz, I should have helped you faster. I won't abandon you again."

That evening, Ironhide returned to the living room to see Jazz curled up on the couch with Prowl holding him tightly. The Polyhexian was fast in stasis with his servos curled between their frames. "He just went into stasis. I'm sorry for the unexpected visit, but I had to do it."

"Well just know that Jazz is still fragile, so don't frag up." Ironhide warned Prowl before gesturing at the recharging Polyhexian. "He still gets memory fluxes, so if he panics and hides it's not you."

"How has his appointments with Bluestreak been going? My brother is very vague when I ask him." Prowl held onto Jazz; he still couldn't believe that he was now holding the mech that was occupying more than eighty percent of his processor.

The red mech folded his arms and looked at the two. "He doesn't talk about them with me, just kinda tells me if it was a good day or bad day."

Jazz whimpered and started rubbing his legs together. "No. No. Hide." He sat up quickly with his arms flailing around. The Polyhexian fell on the ground with his servos grabbing the side of his helm with small sounds of distress. "Bond safe. Safe."

Prowl reached out for the mech slowly, but he stopped when remembered what Ironhide said about when he onlined from stasis. He gently reached out for the panicked mech and watched him flinch away from his touch. "Jazz, it's okay. You're safe now."

"P-Prowler, they-they're so scared. Sh-Shockwave got in and saw… b-but I… so much energon. I-I promised I'd keep them safe." Jazz gripped his helm tighter as he started crying more. He flinched more as his processor started sending out pain. Prowl pushed the table away from Jazz so he could move behind him. The Praxian knew that his processor was going to crash if he couldn't calm him down. Jazz tried to speak, but there was only static.

"Jazz, Jazz I need you to focus on me. You cannot allow yourself to crash now, if you do, we can't get you to Ratchet." Prowl pulled him close to his frame and started playing the song in hopes to calm the mech. "Focus on me."

The Polyhexian had streams of tears slide underneath his visors. He pushed himself into the frame and was hypersensitive to everything around him. Jazz rubbed at his wrists as his intakes were rising and falling hard. Ironhide left and came back with energon, Jazz tensed with every movement. "Kid, you're safe."

"Halifax… Europe… I have to protect… fr-from Soundwave and Optimus. In danger." Jazz's processor felt heavy from it coming back from a high risk of crashing. He whimpered as Ironhide handed him energon.

"From Optimus? Who do you have to protect from Optimus?" The enforcer asked with a frown. Jazz shook his helm with another whimper.

"Not ready. Need time…. Shut up stupid processor, shut up, shut up." Jazz quickly stood up and rushed to his room, locking himself inside. He slid down the door with his helm going into his knees before he cried softly. Blaster.

J, what's wrong? Blaster comforted the bond. He had felt the strain on the bond, and he had just finished checking on his symbionts so he could focus all of his attention on Jazz.

Prowl's here, and I panicked and now my processor won't shut up. I don't want to remember. Jazz dug his digits in the back of his helm before screaming into his plating. His processor was holding onto the memory despite him trying to stop replaying it. It hurts, it always hurts. I don't want to remember.

Ah know Jazz, but the only way yer processor will let go is tah remember and then let go. Do ya want meh tah view it with ya? Blaster didn't like seeing or feeling Jazz in pain, but he knew it was necessary until the spark transfer. Every session the Polyhexian had with Bluestreak, Blaster often blocked his creations from the backlash and the rollercoaster of emotions.

The visored mech whined and nodded with frown as he closed his optics. He felt the Host Carrier hold onto the bond as he started playing the memory.

Jazz was barely in his teenage upgrades and Soundwave was very crossed with him. He had his visors turned off, he was stripped of his armor, gagged, and tied up. The Polyhexian was crying, pleading for Soundwave to forgive him but his master was not happy with him. He was struggling the entire time as he was thrown into a chest freezer with ice layering the bottom. "Your body belongs to me! Maybe some time in here will teach you to not seek pleasure elsewhere."

Jazz was venting heavily as the sound of the lid being closed shut, and then something heavy sat on top to ensure Jazz couldn't get out. He started shivering as he thrashed around with muffled screams. The Polyhexian had lost count of how long he was in there, most of his protoform was frozen and his processor felt light from the lack of energon flowing. Only thing that reignited his spark was the sound of the item being removed and the lid opening up. His visors were activated again to reveal Soundwave looking down at him.

"Have you learned your lesson pet?" He asked and Jazz nodded rapidly. Soundwave pulled him out and sat him on the ground, watching him unthaw.

The Polyhexian started crying more when the memory ended. Blaster kept hold of the bond, letting him milk the comfort and safety from it. Jazz took a few minutes to calm himself before pushing himself onto his peds. He exited his room, going to the living room with his helm turned to the side slightly. The Praxian went to speak, but Jazz put his servo in the air and reached for the left side of his chest plate.

"I told you once that I hate the cold, it's because I… I was trussed up and thrown in a… in a freezer for a whole night. Because I snuck out." Jazz lowered the half of his chest plate that he unmagnetized. There on his protoform was a large discolored spot and in the center of it was a glyph. Whore. He replaced his armor, looking away with his arms wrapped around himself. "That's why I… I never wanted to deep clean around anyone."

Prowl slowly walked over to the ashamed mech and wrapped his arms around him. He held onto the mech tightly with his field calm and collected for Jazz's sake. "He will not be able to hurt you Jazz. I will not allow any harm towards you. You're safe." I will end Soundwave, even if I have to go about it the illegal way.

"If you two start getting mushy again, I'm going to purge." Ironhide warned and Jazz started laughing before shaking his helm, but continued to hugging the mech. The red mech went to his room to clean his arsenal. Jazz and Prowl sat down with awkwardness in their fields.

The Polyhexian looked at the mech beside him before looking away when he looked at him. "Can I read your letter?"

"Oh, I apologize we were so preoccupied that I forgot about it." Prowl picked it up from the table and held it out for Jazz. He watched his reaction as he started reading it, hearing a small chuckle that changed into a look of concern. "I apologize if it's too much to ask, I figured that it would give us a chance to perhaps talk in private while in a public enough place where you felt comfortable."

"What was the calculation?" Jazz looked at the Praxian.

Prowl was silent before answering confidently. "There was a seventy-nine percent chance that you would accept my request."

Jazz shivered at hearing the numbers; during his heat cycle he would recall memories where Prowl would whisper numbers and percentages into his receptors. "I-I hope you can surprise my visors off. I'm sorry for holding off on meeting you even after the meta-cycle. I just… I wasn't right in the helm, still not, but I think I can manage a mid-cycle without bawling my optics out."

"I'm the one who should apologize. I shouldn't have left; I should have helped you." Prowl sat forward and started fidgeting with his servos. Should I do it now? "Jazz, I had gone and seen Soundwave. And he told me something… disturbing."

Jazz felt his fear rising at what the monster could have possibly told Prowl. "What did he say?"

"Do you remember when we thought you were carrying, and then we all concluded that it was a false sparking when the sparkling wasn't there? Soundwave told me it was real; he took the sparkling to keep it safe until you betrayed the Autobots. He said it grew weak and died. He said that once I told you, you would return to him." Prowl said before pulling out a very small box that had a glyph engraved on the lid. Return to Primus. "I wanted to give you a chance to see it and we, or you, could bury it."

Jazz went silent and his servos grew shaky as he took the small box. He lifted the lid before he covered his mouth as he touched the cold spark. I-It was real. H-He killed my sparkling. The Polyhexian closed the box, setting it on the table before climbing in the Praxian's lap, and held onto him tightly. "I'm sorry Prowl, you were so excited to be a Sire. It's all my fault."

"No, it's not, we all thought it was fake. We should have believed you when you were so sure it was real. Soundwave just wanted to control you." He held onto Jazz before he went rigid and climbed out of his lap. The mech felt his field suddenly change and he pinged Ironhide when he watched Jazz pick up the box.

He touched the spark that was inside it before giving a small amused sound. Ironhide walked into the living room. "Kid, you okay?" Jazz looked up, showing off that his visors were dimmed. The councilor knew exactly what was happening. "Why are you visiting? Prowl's here, when do we get to know your lil' secret Jazz?"

Jazz chuckled some more before answering. "Ah ain't ready tah tell dat story. Prowler ain't ready for dah information dat Ah hide. Ah will reveal dah truth of Europe when before my spark transfer. Soundwave is going tah feel my wrath for takin' my first creation from meh. My servo straight through his spark chamber and he will experience only a taste of what Ah was put through before Ah crush his spark."

"Jazz?" Prowl looked at Jazz with a frown. He slowly rose to his peds when Jazz slowly looked at him. "You're using your slang."

"Ah'm a failsafe, ya will know when it's time Prowler. Just know dat Ah will give ya what ya want. Ah'm already gettin' better, Ah'm doin' all of dis for ya. Yer my seventy percent. Ah work dah day after dah rains, come pick meh up for our lil' date, but ya can't tell meh about any of dis." Jazz walked over to Prowl and kissed his cheek before he passed out again.

Prowl quickly caught him and sat down while the visored mech onlined with a groan. "What happened? Did I fall into stasis again?"

Doesn't he remember what just happened? Prowl looked at Ironhide, who shook his helm, and he knew he would need answers from him. He looked back down at the mech that was in his lap. "You did, would you like me to escort you back to your room?"

Jazz wrapped his arms around the white waist before hiding his face in the frame. "Bond is safe. I don't want to online from this dream. Safe." He nuzzled the mech before actually going into stasis. Prowl had his servos hovering above the mech with confusion of what was going on.

Ironhide spoke once he knew Jazz was in deep enough stasis. "Jazz put a failsafe in his processor, which acts like how he did during the war, and Jazz doesn't know about any of it. As for this, kid always talks about the bond with Blaster when he's been startled. It helps him calm down."

Prowl nodded in understanding as he looked back down at the grown mech. "What did this failsafe mean by tell us about Europe? On Earth it was where Shockwave was hiding a lab, and Jazz went to discover its location."

"Telatraan said that the kid planted the intel before volunteering himself. Blaster found out that his spark signature was on Cybertron the exact same time whenever a mission from Europe came up." Ironhide sat in one of the chairs before crossing his arms. "Something must've really scared the kid fragless to not trust Optimus."

The Praxian looked down at the recharging mech and started comforting him. "If I recall something Optimus once said, 'if you try to get him to talk on your terms it will only hurt him'."

Jazz rolled onto his front and his engines revved softly. The two mechs knew exactly what he was doing, which Prowl was confused by. It's a perfect temperature in here, why is he warming up? Jazz started mumbling in his stasis. "Warm Skids… Hatch'… boost… hide."

"Well that's new. Usually it's Europe, Data, and hide." Ironhide revealed to Prowl as Jazz continued to toss and turn. He was getting ready for the oncoming panic attack, but Prowl played the music quickly and the mech calmed back down. "Good thinking Prowl, we should let him get as much recharge as possible. He's gonna need it."

"What do you mean?" Prowl asked the older mech with a confused flick of his wings. Ironhide gave a baffled look as if he was supposed to know.

"Didn't Smokescreen or Jazz tell you? Kid's gonna do a spark transfer, protoform and all. Tracks just finished making the frame yesterday according to Jazz. Being sent off to the twins for a paintjob." Ironhide explained.

The Praxian looked down at Jazz with a frown. "I wasn't aware of this. Though that does explain why Smokescreen brought out his drawing pad. When will the procedure happen?"

"Um, I think Ratchet said something about equivalent to when it's December on Earth?" Ironhide shrugged. "Don't know why that time, but kid was adamant for it."

December? That is a meta-cycle away. I'll only have a meta-cycle to be with Jazz before he forgets everything. Prowl sighed and felt Jazz start stirring. The Polyhexian's visors powered on and he was staring up at Prowl. A tired smile graced his lips before he rolled over and snuggled closer. "You're so warm. Reminds me of the time we got stuck in a blizzard in Ohio on Earth. Mmm good times, always good times with you."

"Jazz, we nearly died had we not shared body heat." Prowl reminded him, remembering that day a lot differently.

"Shhh, it was a good day for me. No Soundwave, no Autobots, no war, just us. Like it should be." Jazz said with tiredness in his voice. "My conjux." He said happily before finally forcing himself to sit up.

He's acting really odd. Like he did during the war. Ironhide thought to himself. During the war, the officers were first to see Jazz openly flirt around Prowl. It was always touching in public, his field overlapping only Prowl's, and trying to get Prowl to reciprocate the touches. Blaster and Bluestreak both said that his symbiont systems were trying to latch onto Prowl as his Host.

"Conjux?" Prowl flicked his wings in confusion. Jazz nodded happily.

"It's a Tarn word for spark mate. Tarn dialect was the second language I learned growing up, it makes my voice sound even deeper than if I speak Kaonion." Jazz looked at the table where the cube was at, and then looked at Prowl. "Do you want energon?"

Prowl recognized this Jazz and he wanted him to stop before he hurt himself. "Jazz, you don't have to pretend. I'm not mad at you, please be honest with me." When he told Jazz to stop the charade, Jazz's field faltered, and his shoulders dropped before he looked down.

"How is it I can fool everyone else but you?" Jazz whispered softly, squeezing his servos tightly in his lap with large drops fell onto the backs of them.

"Because I know you, Jazz. We're all going at your pace." Prowl answered and kept a polite amount of space between them. The Polyhexian stood and went to his room with himself planted in a corner.

So, what do you think will happen next? Let me know in the comments. :)