Jazz's P.O.V
Okay, it's well after Sky should have come back for me…
Now I'm just wandering the aisles alone, though… do ya call being with your friends alone? Even if they are shut up in boxes?

"Your person must be worrying about you, Jazz…" I heard Elita-One call down to me, and looked up at her from where I stood.

"She, probably doesn't even know I'm gone, Elita…" I admitted, hanging my helm in disdain. What was I thinking? Skylar had owned me ever since she was six stellarcycles of age! There's no way she could have forgotten me!

"Hey, you're the one who was with that girl when she picked up Perceptor…" one of the Aerialbots commented from further down the aisle. "What's your name again?"

"Jazz…" I said slowly, looking up at the flier in confusion. "You're… Slingshot right?"

"Nope, that's me," the plushie beside him spoke up. "That's Air Raid."

Apologetically I held up a servo.

"I'm gonna have to get used to it before I get your names right…"

"Jazz, if you're ever going to get back to your person, we'll be of no help to you," Hound insisted, shifting his box forward so he was at the edge of the shelf to look down at me. "Being stuck in these boxes and all…"

"And we're tied down too, so… that's no help…" Bumblebee sighed. I let my optics trail all of them before glancing to the shelf opposite, receiving a few sniggers from the Decepticons. Could my night get any better?

"Aww, can't the poor Autobot get home?" Thundercracker smirked. "That's too bad…"

"Seems you're stuck here for the night, huh?" Blitzwing added with a grin. I ignored them and wandered from the aisle, shaking off the thought that I might never get home to Skylar. Other thoughts came to my helm; how was Percy doing? Was Blaster back in our owner's room, on the bed where he belongs?
Sighing softly, I sat down by those big clear doors that let people in and out of the store; silently praying with my spark that they'd miraculously open, but… that never happened, so instead I just stared out at the sky, watching and waiting.

"You gotta come get me, Sky…" I said softly. "You just gotta…"

An alarming thud from outside woke me from my brief recharge. I couldn't make out quite who it was in the darkness, but soon they'd made a hole in the door without managing to completely shatter the glass. Don't ask…
A familiar touch wrapped around my wrist, and as drowsy as I was, I let them help me up and back out to the street.

"Come on, Jazz…" my rescuer reassured. "Let's get ya home where ya belong…"

*swappsies!*

Skylar's P.O.V
I hate crying myself to sleep, but tonight I had a reason to. Knowing my plushies were out there alone, searching for Jazz, made me worry more than I needed to. They were just so vulnerable out there; anything could happen!
Sparkplug nudged his head against my side, and I cautiously rolled over to pull the puppy up onto the bed beside me, kneading my fingers through his fur.

"You miss them too, huh? Don't ya, Sparky…?" I questioned softly, sniffing as I let him rest his head on my stomach. I lay there petting his head for a while, almost drifting off to sleep until I heard someone call out my name and the door swing open slightly. I sat up and sighed in relief.

"Prowl, Perceptor," I called, sliding off the bed as the two plushies ran over to me, accepting a comforting hug. "Oh, I was so worried about you!"

"We're okay," Prowl reassured, snuggling against me with his helm. "We… didn't find Jazz though…"

"Sorry…" Perceptor apologised, looking away from me guiltily. I hugged them tighter none-the-less, my breath shaky as I spoke.

"O-Oh well; I… I-I still have you three…" I insisted, then looking up in concern. "Hey, where is Blaster?"

Prowl crawled off me and glanced back at the door; his helm tilted in confusion.

"He, was right behind us when we left… ow!"

I hastily apologised as I ran a hand over the tear in his door-wing; it wouldn't be that hard to fix as they weren't stuffed like the rest of him.

"Didn't he say he was going to search further?" Perceptor suggested, sitting on my knee as we 'hopefully' waited to see if the boom-box would come back.

"Yes, but… It shouldn't have taken him this long…" Prowl admitted, stepping back when he heard a scuffle outside the door. Sparkplug jumped off the bed down beside me, creeping towards the door in defence. I sat back with a soft giggle.

"Sparky, no…"

"He's probably just checkin' to see if we're okay. Here Sparky!"

An even bigger sigh escaped me when I heard Blaster's voice, then Jazz's mutter of complaint as Sparkplug went to 'assist' them. Setting Perceptor aside, I got up and headed to the door myself, holding back tears as I leant over and picked up the Third-In-Command, holding him close in a comforting cuddle. Jazz's servos found their way around my neck as he hugged me back, shaking a little from his traumatic experience.

"… Sky?" he said softly; helm resting against the side of my neck.

"Yeah?" I replied.

"Don't you ever, leave me alone again… okay?"

"Okay Jazz… I promise."

Awws… Poor Jazzy… :(
I'd hate to be left alone too.

Oh well, this chapter hardly made sense to me, but hopefully next one will…

It's a new day = a new start, so… I better understand it…