Tirya's A/N: I wonder, can anyone guess which one is Prowl and which one is Jazz? Oh, by the way, we forgot to mention this in the prologue, but will be non-slash. Lol, I can't even write regular romance with humans let alone slash with giant robots.

DesertCat87's A/N: Like Tirya said, I really wonder if people can tell the difference as to which is Jazz and which is Prowl. I bet it's not who you think when you first read it! Nothing much for me to say this round, other than big thanks to the reviews! Glad everyone liked the prolouge. Oh and I second what Tirya said about this being non-slash. And disclaimer: We own all the characters here Except Prowl and Jazz. Please R&R:D Baby Jazz and baby Prowl are too cute, you know it so write a review huh? XD

Chapter One: Brand New Day

"Where is he?"

"Shut up, 'e'll be here."

"He better be, Backfire, I have a lot o' better things I could be doin' right now."

"Oh please," the blue and orange mech snorted. "Like wot? Ye don' have tha' many clients, Patch."

Patchjob clenched a welder in his fist and narrowed his optics. "So what's this slaggin' job for anyway? You better not be putting me through all this slag just cause Hex needs somethin' to cuddle."

The femme in question looked up from where she was slouched against a far wall and narrowed her blue optics. "What does it matter, you hunk of scrap? We're paying you top credit for this job. So you just sit tight and shut your mouth and do what you're told."

Never one to be bossed, the repair technician moved to reply in kind, but a sound near the front door quieted him down. He eyed the entrance with suspicion. If he got caught doing this, it would shadow all the shady business he'd done over the years. This was big, probably too big for the meager amount of credits he'd been given. But he needed the money. Backfire was right, slag him, business had been slow. Too slow.

The completed body shell lay lifeless on the berth in the center of the workroom. Nothing too pretty to look at, that was for sure, but it was all he could come up with on such short notice. A charcoal black and gray from helm to foot and dingy as well, the fledgling was of a standard body height and design. Nothing fancy to make him stand out, those were the instructions. Well he wouldn't stick out, that was for sure. Be mistaken for a hunk of scrap, perhaps, but not stick out.

His attention was drawn again as the sound grew louder. It was someone rapping against the door. Well, it sounded more like kicking actually.

Swapping glances with his assistant, Hazard, Patchjob walked cautiously to the door. "Who is it?" he demanded. "Why are y' makin' such a racket at this time o' night?"

"Open the slag up!" an angry voice shouted back. "I got my arms full here!"

Recognizing Gunlock's gruff voice anywhere, the technician complied. The large mech pushed his way in once the door had opened slightly. He moved quickly over to the berth that contained the new sparkling, cradling a small black box with unusual care.

"Any problems, Lock?" Backfire asked, breathing a sigh of relief that he'd gotten the parcel at last. He hated unknown variables, and this one was finally accounted for. Not that he didn't trust his partner, but he felt much better knowing that the mission had been a success.

"Not a one," Gunlock replied, opening the box to inspect his prize. "Almost got caught down by the docks, but I managed to sneak by." The lid off, everyone could see the shine of a newly produced spark lighting up the old room. Safely held within its container, it pulsed bright and strong. It looked strangely out of place in the dirty, rusty repair room.

Hazard stared down at the beautiful thing for a moment before giving a sideways glance to Gunlock. "An' do I wanna know where you got this?"

The dark red bot shrugged, not answering. It was probably best that he didn't know anyway. All Hazard knew was that this spark definitely belonged to someone and it wasn't any to of his three clients. Well, he wasn't being paid to ask questions; he'd learned long ago that questions only made things messier. His job was to see that this spark made it into that body without mishap, and that was what he was going to do.

Together he and Patchjob opened the latches to the infant's chest to prep the laser core. While the body might not look like much, it would work just fine. They'd both built fledglings for clients before; it really wasn't so hard after the first few times. Sure this one would probably have some issues to be worked out, but both technicians had faith that this creation would serve its purpose… whatever that purpose may be. The trio of traders hadn't specified why they wanted this child or even what it might be used for.

Hex looked curiously over Patchjob's shoulder, frowning when she did so. She'd never seen the insides of a mech before, but she was pretty sure this wasn't what it was supposed to look like. "The best technology you could find, eh Patchy?" she questioned. "Where did you look, the scrap heap?"

Backfire approached the procedure as well, hearing the femme's displeasure. "Ye didna swindle us, did ye, Patch? We said we could get ye the parts ye needed. 'Specially since we're payin' f' th' lot anyway."

"Would th' both o' yeh jus' back th' slag off?" the technician barked. "The kid'll be jus' fine. I wouldn't swindle my best suppliers, now would I?"

Hazard bit down the smirk that wanted to show itself, but somehow he just couldn't hide it. He made a show of ducking under the table to retrieve a fallen tool instead. Patchjob would swindle his own creator if only to make a few extra credits and everyone knew it. Sure the infant would function, but Hazard was sure that his partner had made it so there would be many future visits to their shop. Not that it would fool the trio of tech traders any. Hazard just hoped Patchjob had a good excuse on his lips when the slag hit the fan. But then, he always did.

The three glared at the mechanic with distrust, but they did back off. For now anyway. This was a huge investment for them and they couldn't risk anything happening to it. If something was wrong, they could always take it out of Patchjob and Hazard's skidplates later.

Once all the valves were open, Patchjob took the box that contained the spark, removing the small electromagnetic casing containing the precious young life. As he opening the casing to insert the spark, he started muttering to himself. "And Primus breathed upon the creature born from His body and it was given life…"

Hex snorted at that. Patchjob really did think he was Primus, didn't he? Arrogant slagger.

Once the spark was safely inserted, the two mechanics closed the valves to the laser core and stepped back. The spark had to activate the body by itself and bring the young one to life. Yet the longer everyone waited with bated breath, the more they realized that nothing was happening.

"You stupid son of a…" Hex clenched her fists tightly, the blades in her wrists slowly unsheathing themselves. "We told you to make us a sparkling not a fragging doorstop!"

"I built th' thing fine!" Patchjob backed up from the furious femme. "That great lug o' yours brought me a dud spark!"

"What?" cried the largest of the three traders standing to his full height. "That spark was just fine till you got your greasy claws all over it."

Backfire said nothing, but just stood back watching to see what would happen next. Patchjob and his shop was a large part of his clientele, but no one tried to slag him or his two companions. Quietly, while the mechanic and his assistant were focused on Gunlock and Hex, he pulled a small blaster out of subspace. Not that Patchjob or Hazard offered much of a threat. But in their business one could never be too careful.

Patchjob stepped back from the femme who looked as though she might put her blades to good use.

Hex stopped her advance when a movement to her side caught her attention. The fledgling was moving on its own! Blue optics dimly lit, the child tried to sit upright, making a small noise in the back of his throat.

"I told you!" Patchjob spat. "Y' paranoid femme. I told y' th' young'un was fine."

"He's alive, that doesn't mean he's fine," Hex shook her head, but nonetheless retracted her twin blades. The mechanic was too important to her and her companions to skewer just yet.

The young life tried again to push himself to an upright position, this time succeeding. He was quiet for the moment, just trying to get a feel for himself and his surroundings. His gray head lifted and looked around the room, seeing the 5 bots staring at him, waiting for him to do something.

He smiled tentatively, but the smile faded when none returned the favor. What was this place? Someone was supposed to be here for him, someone to take care of him. Were one of these bots that person? Why did none of them go to him. Was he supposed to go to them instead?

Pushing himself so his feet dangled off the berth, the newborn stared up at the femme who was the closest to him. Trying a smile again he reached for her, eager for any sort of physical contact. Yet as his fingers stretched out, she took a step back from him, an odd look on her face. It wasn't displeasure, but it wasn't welcoming either. Why didn't she want him to touch her? Was there something wrong with him?

He turned to stare at a light blue and orange bot who walked forward to stand right before him. This time when he reached out, the new mech did not back away. His scratched black hands touched sleek blue plating. The mech smiled lazily at the fledgling and put a hand on his shoulder.

"Good mornin', lad," the mech greeted. "M' name's Backfire an' these are me mates, Hex an' Gunlock. We're yo' creators."

The child's shy smile grew at Backfire's acceptance of him. Maybe he wasn't unwanted after al1!

"'S time t' come home, kid," Backfire continued, taking a small step back so the sparkling could no longer feel his cool plating under his hand. "Come on."

The young one scooted forward, wanting to be near his creator again. But the further he scooted, the further Backfire would back away. He had no choice but to leave the berth altogether. The other mechs were walking; perhaps he could do that too!

He made it a step or two before his legs crumpled beneath him. Was it normal that a creator not catch their infant when it fell? Backfire and the others just waited as he struggled to his feet again, this time maintaining his upright position, however shaky. Seeing the blue and orange's pleasure in his optics made him more confident and his steps weren't so tentative.

Finally he reached Backfire again and touched his forearm to feel that smooth plating again. The elder mech didn't look especially tall when compared with the others around them, but the young one was still a good head shorter. He looked up into Backfire's optics and smiled when he saw the mech's quiet approval. The larger of his creators, Gunlock, nodded to the little femme who was much closer to the sparkling's size. As one the two turned towards the door, seemingly eager to leave the place of his birth. Backfire and the new mech followed soon after once credits exchanged hands to two others he did not know.

The young one's grip tightened on the other's arm once they began to move again. But he couldn't stop another smile from reaching his lips. One that matched the one of Backfire.

His creator.

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"Why not?"

"Because I said so." The old engineer sneered, snagging a wrench off the desk and tried for the third time to walk around the growling femme. For an upper class, she sure did yell an awful lot.

"But you don't understand… I need him! You have his spark, you have his shell- Why won't you give him to me?" Vivance pleaded, rounding on the squat engineer again, stopping him in the doorway by throwing her body into the way.

The engineer put his hands on his hips. "Look, lady. You can't go in there yet. You have to let him adjust on his own for the first few cycles. You can have him soon. Now go away, I got work to get done." He pushed by her, leaving the nervous soon to be creator alone in the doorway.

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The young mech sat up on his own for the first time, somehow expecting to find open arms when he did so. But no one ever did. In fact, there was no one even there, much less with open arms. Just him, a recharge berth and ugly orange walls. There was no sound, there was little light. For some reason this didn't seem right at all. Wasn't there someone he was supposed to know? Someone to help him? This felt…wrong.

Slowly, he tried to rise up on his feet, only to stumble to the floor. Feet. Huh. That wasn't supposed to happen. Try again. His legs felt so strange. Heavy. His hands scrambled for the berth to hoist himself back to those things they called feet. Why did his legs seem to bend like that? They make it hard to stand when they bend under him like that!

Berth. This was where he… what was the word? Recharged. Right. He had to do that right? Why wasn't someone around to tell him stuff like this? Once again, the young one breathed in deeply and tried it again. This… walking thing can't be so hard.

One foot in front of the other… slowly now…. Oh. So that's why the leg part bends… okay. This isn't so bad. He turned his head and noticed he had already made three whole steps. He some how felt the urge to put his hands together to… clap? Was that the word?

Carefully, he walked back to the berth. This place felt safe. Suddenly, the rest of the room… the rest didn't feel right. He shouldn't be here all alone like this. There was supposed to be someone here. He knew there was supposed to be someone else here. It wasn't supposed to be so quiet. There was supposed to be other mechs and femmes- why was he all alone? Was something wrong with him? Maybe…maybe no one wanted him. Maybe he did something wrong.

The young one silently curled up on his berth- his safe spot- and waited. If someone wanted him… they would come. They had to come. They wouldn't just leave him alone…would they? All alone? In this room… He suddenly felt something new. Fear. That was what they called it. And perhaps… loneliness.

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Oh wonderful. The femme was back. The old engineer fought down the urge to run for the back room. Hopefully the femme wouldn't figure out he had been keeping the sparkling for an extra five cycles for their experiment to see how the new spark would react to being activated and kept separate from any other contact. The uppity femme wouldn't be happy if she found out about that. Oh no. Neither would his superiors-and others would condemn him as being downright cruel for leaving a 'newborn' unattended for cycles. They didn't understand! The need for research… but then hopefully the other femme technician put enough energon in there with him or… well that wouldn't be good.

The femme jogged the rest of the way, coming up the desk circulating air heavily. It was painfully obvious she had practically sprinted the entire way here. "Is he ready? May I see him?" She breathed, leaning heavily on the desk.

"Yeah yeah, hang on. Just don't touch anything, femme." The engineer grouched, and got to his feet, staggering to the back.

"Oh wait! I want to take him out of the room myself."

"Ohhh no. You wait here." He pointed to the floor, leveling at glare at the excited femme.

Vivance drew herself up and crossed her arms. "I'm going to get him out of the room," she said finally, "And if you don't let me in that room then I will report you myself."

The mech looked skeptical but acquiesced. The last thing he needed was some upper giving him trouble. One report from a client like that… and the shop would be put underground. "Fine. Down the hall and to your left."

"Thank you." She muttered darkly. No way was some short runt of an engineer going to tell her she couldn't see her own creation!

There was the door. Vivance's pump began to hammer loudly again at the thought of seeing her own beloved creation for the first time. She had waited for this moment for so long now. Running her hands down the door one final time before she reached for the unlock…

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The young one shifted on his berth to see as the light from the now open door stung his sensitive optics and sound filled his audios for the first time. Part of his brain screamed for him to throw himself at the figure in the doorway in pure relief at having someone- anyone around him. But the other part…the other part told him not to trust. Already he was confused… scared… alone. How did he know what this… whoever or whatever- would do?

"Don't be afraid, little one." The figure spoke softy, a sound the young one liked. It was silky sounding and so calm and peaceful. The sound felt like it was wrapping itself around his audios, filling them with their pure sounds. He liked hearing very much! After not having it and suddenly given such a gift.

"Who?" The young one gasped. His voice? He could make sounds too… but his voice was so different. Why did his sound different?

The femme smiled warmly and sat at the end of his bunk, reaching out to touch him but the young one recoiled, moving away from her. "It's alright," she spoke to him again, "I'm not going to hurt you."

"H-how… how do I know that?" he shuddered, still scooting away although his back was already against the wall. He had no where to go.

"I'm your creator, little one. My name is Vivance."

He just watched her warily as she moved to sit closer to him. She didn't seem threatening. Maybe… maybe she was the one he was waiting for. Maybe he should let her.

Ever so slowly her hand eased over until she finally made contact. At first he jumped but then sat still. She must have been the one he had been waiting for. A smile started to form on his face at the final realization that he wasn't at all unwanted or forgotten. Someone was waiting for him and now he had found her.

His creator.

End Chapter One

Tirya: I'll do the review response this time just so everyone knows!

MariaShadow: Thank you. Yeah, Jazz seems to be the type of guy who would hate being left out of anything going on. Ratchet was definitely justified! Primus knows the poor guy would be only be able to stand so much before he snapped. Thanks again!

Tiamat1972: Lol, well aren't you just lucky! ; ) Thank you so much, I hope you enjoy this story.

Zero: Oh you haven't seen cute yet. Wait till you see lil baby Jazz and Prowl. Wait… if you're reading this than you already have : ) Thank you and enjoy!