If one word could possibly describe how Breeze Burst felt in her current situation, it was complete terror. She was currently huddled as close as her little frame could be in a corner. The little femme had been placed in a cold, dark cell mere kliks after those three flying mechs brought her to...whatever this scary place was. The cell was barely even the size of a normal human bathroom, but in the optics of a very small sparkling like Breeze Burst the area was large and frightening. It was slightly damp, as though it had rained inside and it was beginning to dry, making the air chilly, causing Breeze to shiver, both in fear and from the cold. Most of the cell was frighteningly dark, the only source of light came from the gaps in between the bars locking her inside, casting a small portion into her area in the corner. In any other instance Breeze would've stayed as close to the source of light as possible because she was afraid of the dark, bad things lurked in the dark. That's what Ironhide had said when she had heard him tell his war stories to the other bots. But right now Breeze wanted to stay as far away from the bars as possible...or to be more accurate, she wanted to be as far away from the angry mech mumbling and pacing in front of the cell.

He was one of the three mechs that had taken her away from the autobots, the red, white and blue one. From what Breeze could understand, he was told to watch her and make sure that she didn't try to escape. Honestly, he didn't even need to do that, she wasn't going to try and escape in the first place. She was too scared to even move, let alone try and escape! It didn't help that the more she watched him, the more eerily familiar he looked. But she couldn't place where she'd seen him before. The little femme began to wonder about how she was going to get home. Would the Autobots come and get her? Mister Optimus had to know she was missing by now. Jazz too! She really missed Jazz…He was really fun and she liked hearing him play music. He played with her when she was lonely and so did Sideswipe! Sideswipe was funny, really, really funny! He would get her in trouble with Prowl sometimes, but he always managed to get Prowl not to punish her, how he did that she didn't know, but he would disappear for a few groons. Prowl…He was really nice. He gave her hugs when she was upset, let her sit with him when he was working, he would help her when she needed something...He made her feel safe, nothing could go wrong when he was around. He meant so much to her….they all did….

A loud sob left Breeze Burst's vocalizer. She wanted to go back to the Ark! She wanted to go home! She missed the Autobots! She missed her friends! She missed her family! She missed playing games with Jazz and Sideswipe! She missed hearing Ironhide's war stories! She missed playing make believe with Bluestreak! She missed...she missed her sire. That last one hurt the most. If Prowl were here then everything would be okay! He always makes things okay! Another sob fell from her mouth. The red mech snapped around to glare at Breeze Burst. Growling, he banged on the bars harshly, causing Breeze Burst to jump and let out a loud frightened squeak at the sudden loud noise. "Don't you DARE start that infuriating crying again!" He snapped angrily, snarling down at the little sparkling. Breeze Burst whimpered and tried to curl up closer to the corner, but there was no room left. His voice was so loud! It was beginning to hurt her helm. The mech sneered down at the trembling sparkling then he began to angrily pace in front of the cell again and rant out loud. "This is pointless! Why are we even wasting our time with this annoying little pest!? If I were the leader of the Decepticons I would've offlined the sparkling and destroyed the Autobots long ago!" Breeze Burst's little frame tensed up and her optics widened.

T-The Decepticons? Aren't they the bad guys? That's what mister Optimus said! "Is that so, Starscream?" Breeze Burst snapped out of her thoughts and the area fell dead silent. The mech, who Breeze now knew as Starscream, snapped his helm to stare with wide optics at whomever had entered the room. "L-Lord M-Megatron!" Loud, heavy footsteps made their way down the hallway, nearing the entrance to the cell. They stopped just out of optic shot. "We talked about this Starscream, with the sparkling in our possession the Autobots will have no choice but to try and rescue her, that is when we eliminate them." Starscream then shrank down a bit. "If I wasn't busy planning our attack, I would offline you where you stand for your insolence!" His deep voice boomed. Starscream fell to his knees and began to beg and plead for his life. "Please, Lord Megatron, I beg of you! Have mercy on me!" The response he got was a low growl. "Cease your pitiful display Starscream, I have no intention of ending you," He paused, watching Starscream calm down a bit, then stated coldly. "today." Starscream yelped audibly and shrank back down again. "I do not have the time, nor the patience for it. I have more important matters to attend to, now move aside." Starscream scrambled to his peds, quickly stepping aside and letting him pass by. A large mech stepped into view. He keyed in the passcode to the cell and the bars slid open. The mech entered, the bars slid closed behind him and slowly made his way over to the corner that Breeze Burst was huddled in.

The mech, Megatron, stayed silent, simply staring down at the much smaller sparkling below him. He was gray or...at least that's what color Breeze thought he was, it was dark enough that he could be any color really. He stood in front of the light, casting a huge shadow over Breeze, making it even darker to the already frightened little sparkling. The only light left was the illumination from his crimson optics. His big...scary...crimson optics. His scary optics that were staring right at her! Breeze whimpered and shrank, trying to make herself as small as silence was eerie, making Breeze even more frightened. Why wouldn't he just say something!? He was just...standing there, looking her up and down and not saying anything! Then, after a few more nanoseconds of silence, he grinned evilly and spoke. "My, my, it appears I was correct." Huh? Breeze gave Megatron a confused look. Megatron knelt before Breeze, locking optics with her and grinning. "Tell me brat, were you one of those insufferable autobots that fled Cybertron and hid on that planet?" Breeze nodded her helm slowly, staring at him in shock. How did he know that? Who told him? Megatron suddenly let out a loud, creepy laugh.

Breeze jumped and whimpered again. Why was he laughing? He stopped after a moment and grinned evilly back down at her. "You must be the sparkling of those two Autobots that Skywarp and Thundercracker brought to me." Breeze froze up, staring wide opticed at Megatron. Di-did he just say two? Two Autobots? Did he mean…her Sire and Carrier? Were they here!? That means that they're okay! "You have Sire an' Carrier!?" Breeze questioned, hope and happiness replacing her fear. She momentarily forgot about her situation as...well she just learned that her Sire and Carrier are okay! She would finally have her family back! Everything would be okay! "Quite the opposite actually, I had them, but they're gone now." Breeze froze again and stared up at him. "Hu-huh?" Megatron laughed once again. "You honestly think that I would keep two annoying Autobots online?" Breeze merely stared at him in shock...was he saying what she thought he was saying? "I will admit, hearing their screams when I dismissed them to be offlined was quite satisfying, I was glad to put an end to all their crying and begging to be released." Breeze's frame began to tremble again, out of anger. Surprisingly, she uncurled herself from the corner and glared up at the Decepticon war lord with a pained, angry look. "Why would you do that!? My Sire an' Carrier did nothin' to you! They nice! You big, mean, Mega-jerk face!" She cried out in anger, almost completely forgetting that she was still being held captive and was yelling at the leader of the Decepticons.

Megatron's grin disappeared and was replaced with an irritated scowl. He did not expect the fearful little sparkling to even think of yelling at him. Cry yes, but yell at him? No. Megatron leaned very close to Breeze Burst, keeping his faceplates a few inches away from hers. "I would watch my tone if I were you, brat. You wouldn't want to be disposed of like your creators, would you?" His crimson optics flared, burning into Breeze's own blue ones. Fear now bleed back into Breeze Burst, replacing the anger, still she tried to look intimidating as to not let it show through, but it really didn't look convincing. "Y-you don't scare m-me." She stuttered meekly. Well, that wasn't technically a lie, she wasn't scared of him. She was terrified of him. "You are too much like your annoying creators, pretending to have bravery when you're but a little coward." He hissed, standing up and turning away from her. "Next you'll be begging to be released, like your creators did, begging and pleading to be let go just so they could find you." He glared down at Breeze over his shoulder plate, crimson optics glowing in the darkness of the cell. "Pathetic." Breeze whimpered in fear and shrank back into the corner again, staring wide opticed at him.

Megatron crossed the cell and growled at Starscream, making said mech shrink back and gulp. "Open the cell, Starscream." He demanded and Starscream obeyed, quickly keying in the code for the door. The bars slid open and Megaron exited the cell briskly. "I am going to return to the main area of the ship, you are to continue keeping watch of the brat Starscream, make sure that she does not escape and if I hear anymore talk of unloyalty to my rule," Megatron faced Starscream fully, leaning down so that the twos faceplates were inches apart. His icy stare sending a chill through Starcream's system. "I will not cease to rip you apart, I'm I clear?" Starscream's frame visibly shook, and he nodded his helm frantically. "Y-Yes, Lord Megatron! You are clear, very, very clear!" He blurted out, making Megatron roll his optics, turn around and stomp away, loud footsteps signaling his leave. Breeze Burst continued staring wide opticed at where Megatron had just been standing, then slowly she began to shake and her breathing became fast. A sob fell from her vocalizer, then another and another, until the poor sparkling had curled up into a ball and started wailing and bawling her little optics out.

"I want Sire!"

Prowl stood silently next to the entrance to the Ark, helm forward, servos crossed and expression completely cold and bleak. He was upset, that was obvious, however he was trying his damndest not to show it, but with each passing klik more and more anger bleed it's way into his tense frame, making his stance ridged and his field was reflecting his complete rage. The more he waited, the more rage that bubbled up inside of him. It was obvious to everyone that Prowl was pissed and prepared to rip someone, or more accurately, somebot apart. His optics were narrowed and his doorwings were in a defensive stance. Any Autobot that happened to be in his radius could feel the rage filled aura that surrounded him. Not a single bot dared to go near him as to avoid any pent up rage that he might unleash on the poor unfortunate soul that tried interacted with him. Jazz stood a good distance away from the wrath filled second-in-command, not wanting to be in his vicinity incase he snapped and went on a rampage and from how much negative energy the mech could feel radiating off of his field, he was pretty dang close to that point. Poor mech.

"Is he still standing there?" Jazz was ripped from his thoughts from the familiar voice of Bumblebee. The younger bot stood next to him, worry and concern quite clear on his faceplates Jazz nodded sympathetically, tearing his optics from Prowl to look down at Bumblebee. "Yeah, he is. Been standin' there for almost two groons now." He stated, his voice full of pity. His spark went out to poor Prowl. It may not seem obvious to the other Autobots, but Prowl was scared. Jazz had known Prowl for cycles, he was a mech knew for having no emotions, even though that wasn't true. Prowl had emotions, he just locked them away. He had a reason for this, the mech had a reputation to uphold. Being the second of command came with responsibilities, one of which was to be a person of high authority and with authority comes the need to be intimidating and respected. Prowl had become so good a hiding away his emotions that rumors sprang up about him being created without the ability to feel anything at all. That's how Prowl gained his reputation as 'the mech that never showed emotion.' But that was the thing about rumors, they were rarely, if ever, true. Jazz had seen Prowl be happy, he had seen him be sad, he had seen the mech show many emotions over the course of their friendship.

Jazz had even tried on many occasions to get to get the second-in-command to open up, he wanted to show him that he didn't need to bottle his feelings up to earn the respect of the others. But Prowl always denied his suggestions, saying that showing his emotions would make him look weak in their optics, that he could be pushed around without a second thought or completely ignored. They were excuses, both of them knew that, but Jazz couldn't force him to do something that he clearly didn't want to do, so he opted to be subtle about his suggestions from then on. But even Prowl couldn't keep his emotions locked up forever. After Breeze Burst came into the picture, he didn't really have to make suggestions at all. A little known fact about Jazz was that he was a very good at making observations. Being in his line of work, he had learned over time how to observe and have a keen optics when it came to certain situations. Having known Prowl for so long, it was virtually a requirement due to his title of third-in-command, and being considered as his friend, Jazz could see the small signs Prowl had when showing emotions. No matter how much Prowl denied that he had any sort of feelings for the little sparkling, Jazz could tell that was far from the truth.

It started out as small things that, to those that didn't know Prowl well enough, most bots wouldn't notice. A few little chuckles here and there, a ghost of a smile making it's way onto his faceplates, that odd, almost proud look he would get in his optics when she was around. Jazz could see it. He cared about her, like a sire would their creation. And under all that fiery rage that the mech was presenting, Prowl was scared. This was new territory for him. In most situations Prowl had two reactions to tragic situations, intense anger or an emotional shutdown. He just had the latter and now he had slipped into the former. Jazz didn't even need to feel the negativity engulfing from to know that he was scared. He could see it. His doorwings were vibrating slightly, his frame was so tense that, to an outsider, it looked as though his joints had locked up and he could no longer move, all subtle signs that Prowl was afraid. Jazz didn't blame him for being afraid, nobody blamed him for being afraid, because they were all afraid. Autobots had been kidnapped or snached up by the Decepticons in the past, so much so that it had become common place. But this time it was vastly different. All Autobots that had been taken in the past were fully grown mechs and femmes that could hold their own if need be, but Breeze Burst was neither of those things.

Breeze Burst was a young sparkling, she was small, there was no way she would be able to fight back if the Decepticons were to harm her. A sparkling could not defend itself. That's where the fear came from, the possibility of Breeze having harm come to her, and the last thing that any of the Autobots wanted was for a sparkling to be hurt by the enemy. Optimus had a plan laid out, get in, distract the Decepticons so Jazz could find the cell or room Breeze Burst was being held in, get out. Of course there was more to the plan then just that alone, but that was the gist of it. Even with the plan though, Prowl was still scared, and Jazz knew exactly why. The mind could be quite the fickle thing sometimes, it could prove helpful on many occasions, but with how many ups the mind has, it has just as many downs. Prowl was known to pride himself on being quite the intelligent bot, he was the second-in-command after all, but even he had the ups and downs that come with one's mind, and the cruel tricks it could play. One of Prowl's downs was his tendency to jump to the negatives in situations such as this one. Staying positive as an impossible feet for him because his processor seemed to be bent on making him focus on only the unpleasant things and the what ifs.

Prowl's negative processor was going to be the death of him someday. "I'm going to talk to him." Jazz snapped from his thoughts yet again, and he stared down at Bumblebee in surprise. "I don't think that's a good idea little buddy. I know how Prowl gets when he's like this, nothin' can cool his flames and he might end up sayin' something he don't really mean." He warned the younger mech, right now they really didn't need Prowl to tear one of the other Autobots into pieces. But Bumblebee had a determined look on his faceplates, one that told Jazz that he wasn't going to listen. Classic Bumblebee. "I need to at least try to calm him down a little bit! He can't go on a mission like this. He could run the risk of having a breakdown, or doing something he might regret!" The yellow mech countered, shifting his gaze to Prowl, who was still standing in the entrance. Jazz sighed, deciding to drop his objections, just as much as he knew Prowl, he knew Bumblebee. "Just don't take anything he might say personally, he's in a bad place right now." He cautioned, watching as Bumblebee made his way over to the still very irate second-in-command.

Bumblebee visibly winced when he entered Prowl's field, it was filled with so much negativity that it almost hurt to be near it. Despite this, he pressed on, making his way up to Prowl, and stopping right next to him. Prowl looked as though his mind with in another place. Jazz was correct about what Prowl was thinking about at the moment. He was hyper focusing on the what ifs. What if they didn't get her back in time? What if she gets hurt in all the commotion while trying to get her back? What if they've already hurt her? Just thinking about that last one made his optics practically flare up. If one of those immoral, vile, corrupt Decepticons laid one servo on her, Primus knows what Prowl would do to them. The second-in-command had never felt this enraged before, he had come close on a few occasions, but in all the stellar cycles he had been online, he had yet to experience this intense a feeling such as this. Prowl was so engrossed in his thoughts that he didn't hear anyone approaching, nor did he hear them stop right next to him. "Prowl?" But he did hear the voice of Bumblebee when he was addressed, however he respond to him.

Bumblebee frowned when Prowl didn't acknowledge him. He quietly thought over what exactly he could say to him, he hadn't entirely thought this through, and he really didn't want to make him more upset by saying the wrong thing. "I know you're mad, you have a right to be, but… I really think you need to cool down a bit." Bumblebee flinched slightly, expecting for Prowl to snap at him, but nothing came. Prowl glanced at Bumblebee out of the corner of his optics. "We're all worried about Breezy, none of us want anything to happen to her, but if you stay as angry as you are now you might end up doing something you'll regret." He placed a servo on Prowl's back-strut, hoping that the gesture would come off as comforting. "Right now what's important is that we get Breeze back, grudges can wait, her safety comes first." He emphasized on the parts about Breeze Burst, knowing full well that it would grab the mech's attention. Prowl said nothing as few kliks passed by, making Bumblebee think that he had angered him more. In truth Prowl was just thinking over the younger mech's statement. Finally he spoke. "Thank you, Bumblebee." It was short and simple, but it held a lot of truth behind it. Bumblebee felt the tension in Prowl's field lessen a bit, the anger was still there, but to Bumblebee that slight amount of ease he felt was a small victory. The two continued to stand by the entrance, even as Optimus called for the Autobots to line up and prepare to head off.

Breeze Burst lay, still curled up, in the corner of the cell she was in. The past few kliks had consisted of nothing but her crying her spark out and shaking. She was upset. She didn't want to be here. Breeze was too young to comprehend the idea of death. She didn't fully grasp what 'going offline' ment. She had heard the term be used many times since she had been brought to the Autobots, normally in Ironhide's war stories, and he always looked upset when he used it. Breeze was confused by this. Why did that word make bots so sad? It didn't make sense. It was just a word! Beeze had even asked Prowl what the word ment once, but she didn't really get an answer. Prowl seemed to avoid the subject, looking scared and sad at just the mention of the word. He simply said that it was something bad, and that Breeze was too little to understand. This lead Breeze to think of the term 'offline' as a bad thing, and for it to be really bad if a bot was "offlined." So hearing that her creators had been offlined made Breeze hurt. Megatron said they were gone. Did that mean she would never see them again? She didn't want that. She loved her creators.

Breeze Burst sniffled, sat up, and rubbed her little optics. Had she learned this information earlier she probably would still be crying, however due how much she had been bawling in the past few groons, she was all cried out. Now she was just tired and sad. As she sat, thinking of how much she wanted to go back to the ark, her gaze drifted up to the mech sitting outside the cell. Starscream was no long pacing outside, instead he was leaning against the bars. Breeze couldn't see his face, but from how his wings were shaking, he was clearly shook up. Breeze didn't know what compelled her to do this, maybe it was from the solar-cycles events, or maybe it was because she was so tired, but the sparkling found herself standing from the floor and walking over to the bars. Normally Breeze Burst would avoid talking to bots she didn't know, but something inside her said that she needed to talk to him. After all, he looked scared, Breeze hated feeling scared, being scared didn't feel good, whenever she was scared Breeze would go see Prowl, and he would make everything better. Maybe talking to Starscream would make him feel better, and then maybe he would let her go!

Breeze Burst gripped the bars, and rested her helm in between one of the gaps. Her optics gazed up at Starscream. He hadn't even noticed her. He looked outwardly calm, his optics narrow, and a frown plastered on his faceplates, but his wings were shaking, and his servos kept fidgeting. 'He must be really scared.' Breeze thought, placing a digit to her mouth plates, just like Prowl did when he was deep in thought. Finally the little femme spoke. "Mister?" Starscream jumped when Breeze's small voice addressed him, he didn't expect her to speak to him, honestly that was the last thing he expected her to do considering how frightened she had been the entire thiem she'd been here. He recovered quickly, and ungracefully, then he glared down at the little sparkling. "What?" He spat, making Breeze shrink back momentarily. She frowned back at him, for some reason she wasn't as scared of him as she was a few groons ago. "Why're your wings shaking?" She pointed at his wings and raised an optic range. Starscream glared at her, sneering. "Wouldn't you like to know?" He growled, crossing his arms, and huffing. "I do wanna know mister." She echoed, looking at him curiously. Starscream rolled his optics, averting his gaze to the wall.

"It's none of your business brat." He sneered. Breeze pouted, and glared up at the stubborn mech. "You're mean! I just wanna help you!" Starscream raised an optic range at her. "What are you on about?" Breeze stood up a little straighter, and she gave him the best stern look she could make, trying to imitate how Prowl looked when he was getting on to the other Autobots for doing something wrong. "Yous scared, an' Pwowl says that when you feel scared to talk to someone you twust. I don't wike feewing scared, an' I don't want you to feel scared cause' feewing scared is bad." She explained in a serious tone, well, as serious as a sparkling could be. Starscream just stared at her, looking confused. "Primus, I can barely understand what you're saying! Just how old are you?" He questioned, rather loudly, making Breeze tilt her helm in confusion. She held up four digits, causing Starscream to place a servo to his face, and sigh. "That explains it. Listen brat, I'm a full grown mech. I don't need a puny sparkling's comfort!" He boasted, gesturing to himself as though he where the best thing in the world. "Wiar." Starscream just stared at her.

"What?" Breeze pointed at him. "You're wying, and wying is wong. Pwowl says so." She started, her stern look returning. "Yous scared, I know yous scared. When I'm scared I go to Pwowl an' he makes me feel safe! That big mean bot made you scared, an' dat's not wite!" She released her grip on the bars and crossed her little arms. "He shouldn't be mean to you, cause that's bad an' it makes you feel bad. Dazz says that if someones being mean to you, you gotta tell someone an' then they'll get in twouble. If Pwowl was here, he'd put that meanie in timeout!" She exclaimed. Starscream just stared at Breeze Burst for a few kliks as his processor slowly took in what she had just said, then when it finally hit him, he doubled over as laughter took over his frame. Breeze jumped slightly and covered the sides of her helm as the loud cackling echoed around the area. Ugh, he was just so loud! It was beginning to hurt her helm! "Lo-Lord Megatron, the great- the great Decepticon war lord, placed in t-timeout like a little sparkling!? Ahahahahah! Oh, I would pay to see that come to fruition!" Starscream laughed, rubbing some stray coolant that had sprang up from his optics.

Breeze Burst raised an optic range as she watched Starscream continue to laugh. What was so funny? Being put in timeout was the worst! It's boring, and it means you did something bad! Breeze hated being put in timeout! She'd never found it funny at all. So why was he laughing? Starscream had to slide into a sitting position to keep from falling over. Just as he had begun to calm down, and his laughing had dulled into mere chuckling, a small ding from his com caught his attention. He pressed a digit to the side of his helm and spoke. "Ye-Yes? What is it, Soundwave?" There was a klik of silence as Breeze Burst watched Starscream's expression change from amused, to surprised, and then to anger. A small animal-like growl sounded from his vocalizer, and he stood up suddenly. "I'm coming out there." He stated with an air that said there was no room for argument. There was another short pause, and then the mech started shouting. "Forget the sparkling already! Do you honestly think this brat has the capability to escape?! She's not even old enough to use her T-cog!" Starscream yelled and stomped a ped in frustration. "I don't care what Megatron said, I'm not going to sit in here and watch this brat like a fragging babysitter while the Autobots are loose in our base! I'm the second in command for Primus' sake!" He snapped, before ending the com with an angry huff.

Starscream shot Breeze Burst a cold glare, and without a word, took off down the hallway, leaving Breeze all by herself in her cell. The poor little femme was confused, and a little annoyed with everyone's constant use of the word 'brat' when referring to her. She wasn't a brat! Rude mechs… What was that all about? One nano-klik Starscream was laughing his helm off, and the next, he's yelling and storming off in anger. Breeze frowned as she stared down the hallway. He said something about the Autobots being here. Her optics lit up at the idea of them being here. That ment they were here to save her! She would get to go home! She'd be back with Jazz, and Sides, and Blue, and… and Prowl. Breeze's servos gripped the bars a little tighter at the thought of Prowl. Oh Primus, she missed him. She missed everyone, but being away from Prowl hurt. She hoped he wasn't too scared about her being gone. A sudden thought sprung into her processor. What if they couldn't find her? That would be bad. She didn't know where she was in this place, so what if they got lost while looking for her? Her optics dimmed at the thought.

She wanted to get out of her. No, scratch that, she needed to get out of here! If the Autobots couldn't find her, then she would just have to find the Autobots! immediately, she tried to see if she could squeeze through the gaps in the bars, but even with her small size, she couldn't get through. Huffing, she took a step back from the bars and placed her servos on her hips. 'What would Prowl do?' She wondered, crossing her arms and tilting her head. Prowl was really smart, and he always knew what to do. What did he do when he was thinking again? Maybe if Breeze Burst copied him she could come up with an idea on how to get out of this cell? She brought a digit to her mouth plates again, narrowed her optics, and thought real hard. There had to be something she could do, but nothing was coming to her. The sparkling groaned in frustration and threw her servos in the air. This wasn't working! Whenever Prowl made those funny faces and did that thing with his servo, he always said something smart or came up with ideas! Why wasn't it working for her!? Breeze was becoming more and more frustrated, and more and more scared with each passing klik. What if the Autobots never found her?

Her servos balled into tiny fists and she felt coolant well up in her optics from the sheer frustration and fear mixing inside her spark. She shut her optics tightly and let out a loud and angry shout, then she reared back and punched the bars holding her in this stupid room. "I want out!" She yelled, punching the bars with her other servo. "I wanna go home!" She began adding more power to her blows, not much since she wasn't really strong, and she didn't seem to take notice of the dings that were beginning to form on the tops of her servos. "I hate it here!" By now, coolant was streaming down her cheeks as she continued to yell out all her aggravation and pain. "I wan' Sides, an' Dazz, an' Bwue, an'.. An'...!" Everything was going wrong, and it was hurting the poor sparking's very core. She'd been taken away from her new family, she couldn't get out of this stupid, dark cell, and worst of all, she discovered that her creators were gone. All those things combined were causing a flurry of emotions to cloud in her mind. She was mad at all the Decepticons for taking her away, she was scared that the Autobots might not find her, and she may never see them again, and she was sad that her creators were gone.

"I wan' Pwowl!" She screamed as loud as she could, bringing her ped back and kicked the bars as hard as her little frame would allow. A deafening clank rang out, and normally Breeze Burst would've grimised or covered her audios, but right now she didn't even notice the noise. As the adrenaline in her frame slowly dribbled away, the pain from repeatedly hitting and then kicking those bars started catching up with her. She whimpered quietly and cuddled her servo close to her chassis. A bit more coolant slipped from her optics and a feeling of hopelessness washed over her. "Wan' my Sire…" She mumbled, hung her helm and sniffled. She just wanted to be in Prowl's arms again. She just wanted to feel safe again. The more kliks passed, the more saddened Breeze Burst became. At this point, she was ready to just give up, to accept the fact that she might be stuck here forever. That was, until she heard footsteps coming towards her cell. For a moment, she thought it was Starscream or Megatron coming to hurt her or something, but she was quite wrong. The bot who came into her vision was not a Decepticon, it was Jazz.

"Dazz!" She exclaimed, optics lighting up in joy and stinging servos completely forgotten. Jazz looked absolutely relieved to hear the sparkling's voice. "Breeze Burst! Oh, thank Primus! Gimme a klik, Ah'm gettin' you outta there." He quickly began typing on the keypad and within a few nano-kliks the bars slid open. Breeze didn't waste any time in rushing out of the cell and almost tackling Jazz, who had knelt down and opened his arms for her. "Dazz! Dazz!" Breeze cried, suddenly finding it hard to form any other words. She burst into tears for what felt like the hundredth time that cycle and clung to Jazz's neck, afraid that if she let didn't hold him tight enough he would disappear. "There we are, there we are. I gotcha Breezy, I gotcha… Oh thank Primus you're okay. Ya had us all worried sick." He whispered to her, scooping her up and holding her close. He allowed his field to engulf Breeze's and full her with comforting sensations. He couldn't stay in the hall for every long however, he needed to get here out of here. Without another word, he took off in the direction he came from, making sure to keep a tight grip on Breeze.

Right after Jazz burst into the main part of the Decepticon base he started taking sharp turns, and after that everything became a blur to Breeze Burst. She flinched as ear-piercing sounds began attacking her audios from all angles. Jazz placed a digit to the side of his helm which immediately connected him to Optimus Prime via his com link. All he said was one sentence, .:Ah've got 'er, headin' to the Ark now!:. before disconnecting. Next, he opened a private com between him and Prowl. He knew that telling Prowl that he had Breeze Burst would calm the second in command at least a little, and at the moment, being calm was integral. .: Prowl, ah've got Breeze, she's safe!:. He didn't wait to hear what Prowl had to say, he needed to focus on getting out of here, so he quickly disconnected, just in time to dodge a stray bast from one of the Decepticons. "Keep ya helm down, Breeze!" He shouted over the chaos. Breeze obeyed and ducked her helm down as far as she could. It didn't take that long for Jazz to find the exit, he'd been in this place so many times that he pretty much knew it's layout by spark.

"Hold still, Breeze!" He pried the sparkling off his neck, and transformed into his alt-mode. Breeze had shut her optics again, she knew what Jazz was doing, and when she reopened them when she heard the transformation sound end. She let out a sigh when she saw that she was inside Jazz's alt-mode. Jazz stepped on the gas and rocketed through the exit. Breeze stared in awe when she saw what was outside the Decepticon base, it was water. Jazz was driving underwater. "Woah…" She gasped, pressing her servos to Jazz's windows and watching as fish swam by. "Are ya okay, Breeze? Those Decepticons didn't hurt ya did they?" Jazz's voice cut in. Breeze looked over at his console and frowned. "Nu-uh, they no 'urt me Dazz." She answered, sitting down and fiddling with her digits. "I 'urt my ser'os 'dough..." She mumbled. "How'd ya do that?" Jazz asked. Breeze looked at her servos. Her knuckles were dented and some of the paint had been scraped away. "I hit the baws 'cause I wan'd out." She explained, looking back up at the console. Breeze stared back out the window into the water, her mind swimming with thoughts. The rest of the drive back to the Ark was completely silent while the two tried to recover from the stress of that whole situation.

The Autobots arrived back at the Ark in record time with Prowl essentially leading them, driving faster than Optimus Prime, who was tailing right behind him. The second in command couldn't remember the last time he had driven this fast, but honestly that was the farthest thing on his mind right now. At the moment, Breeze Burst was the only thing he was thinking about. Of course, his negatively overthinking processor was making his focus on the worst of scenarios. Jazz had said that she was safe, but that didn't rule out the possibility that she was hurt or injured. If she was hurt, how badly was she hurt? Could it just be a scratch or dent? Was she cut or slashed? Could she be missing a limb!? And that was just if the injury was physical, there was still mental damage to think about! What if they messed with her processor? They could have put things into her mind that could completely shatter her sanity! Too many negative thoughts, too many negative thoughts. The nano-klik he made it through the entrance and transformed, a tiny voice called out to him. "Pwowl!" The mech in question dropped to his knees and held his arms open for the small sparkling racing towards him.

As he expected, Breeze Burst ran right into his arms and clung to him. He wrapped his arms around her protectively and cradled her close to his chassis. He felt both joy and relief wash over his spark now that he had Breeze back in his arms. "Primus! Thank Primus, you're okay, Breeze Burst! I was- I just- Y-You scared me…" He admitted, something that surprised even him, but his reputation didn't matter right now. "'M sowwy, Pwowl! D-Dun'- Dun' mean to scare you!" Breeze Burst sobbed, burying her face in Prowl's shoulder plate and crying. Prowl shook his helm, and rubbed the back of Breeze's helm. "No, no, no Breeze, you have no reason to apologize, none of this is your fault, little one." He soothed, standing from the ground and sighing. Breeze's field was such a mess, her emotions were running haywire. Prowl extended his own field as a means of comfort for the shaking sparkling in his arms. It appeared to help a tad, but Breeze was clearly still upset and just wanted to be near Prowl. "M-Missed you, Pw-Pwowl. S-Scared! T'ought I'd n-never see you 'gain!" Breeze bawled, a few tiny hiccups falling from her vocalizer.

"I know, sweetling. I missed you too, I was scared too. I would hate never seeing you again, but everything is okay now. You're safe." It continued like that for a good while, Breeze sobbing and brokenly voicing her fears to Prowl while he listened and comforted her to the best of his ability. The rest of the cycle went by in a blur for Prowl. Ratchet caught up with him before he could go anywhere and said that he needed to look over Breeze Burst to make sure she had no injuries. Other than a few scrapes, which were easily fixed with a good buffing, and the dents in her servos, those only took a few kliks to fix, she was perfectly fine. After that, Prowl brought Breeze to the common area so she could have some energon. The poor femme went through three cubes of the pink liquid in a short amount of time and ended up with the hiccups for a short while. The rest of the cycle was pretty much spent in the commons with all of the Autobots checking in on Breeze Burst. A few of them made the unfortunate mistake of trying to take her from Prowl, which was instantly met with loud protests from the sparkling.

Even Jazz couldn't get her to separate from the praxian, she was just too keen on clinging to Prowl like her spark depended on it. Eventually everyone just gave up on trying to hold her and just let her stay with Prowl. Soon enough, night fell on the Ark and everyone finally decided to retire. The cycle had been nothing short of exhausting for all of them, but even so, Prowl couldn't seem to fall into recharge. It was odd for him, he always had a good rest schedule, but tonight, he just couldn't get his mind to calm down. Perhaps it was just the cycles events? But nonetheless, he lay awake in his berth, staring at the ceiling. He felt… off. Not just because he wasn't recharging, no, this was different. He had put Breeze Burst down to recharge about a groon or so ago, and ever since, he had been feeling this restlessness in his frame, like an urge. An urge to be in there with her, to keep her safe. He sighed. All these emotions were making him a tad annoyed. He was so accustomed to keeping them at bay, but now he felt them all swirling around in frame like some sort of tornado. It almost made him feel sick.

The sound of the door connecting his berthroom to Breeze's caught his attention, so he sat up. Tiny peds shuffled their way up to his berth, and just as he expected, it was a very sleepy Breeze Burst looking up at with with a sad expression. "Pwowl?" She called his name quietly, then she yawned. Prowl's face softened. "Yes, Breeze Burst. What do you need, little one?" He asked kindly. Breeze shifted nervously and frowned up at him. "H-Had a bad dweam, Pwowl… C-Can I sweep wiff you?" She asked, lifting her arms and making grabby hands at the older mech. Prowl could never say no to that request, so he leaned over and brought Breeze into his berth. "Of course, sweetling." Breeze smiled at him, then shifted so she was laying down next to him. She nuzzled herself against his chassis, and Prowl wrapped his arms around her. "Would you like to talk about your dream, little one? It might help you feel a little better." Prowl asked in a soft tone. Breeze thought for a moment, then she spoke in a small and frightened voice.

"The De-De-sept-i-i-cons took me 'gain, Starsc'eem was there too an' he yelled a lot." Prowl chuckled a bit at that. "an' they say'd that I's never going h-home, an' that the Autobots dun' like me. They said my sire an' carrier dun' like me neither an' that's why they g-gone. Then I was all awone, a-an' it was d-dark a-an'..." Breeze sniffled a little and stared up at Pwowl with fear in her optics. "I-I's scared, Pwowl… I dun' wanna get taken away 'gain." She confessed, and it wasn't just because of the dream. The whole event had scared her, and she was terrified that it would happen again. Prowl frowned, and held her closer. "I will not let that happen, Breeze Burst. You are not going to be taken again. And the Autobots not liking you? Nonsense, if they didn't like you, then why would they have rescued you from the Decepticons? And while I may not have known your creators personally, I can assure you, they loved and cared about you deeply." He stated firmly. Breeze started at him for a few kliks, then she gave him a serious look. "You pwomise?" She asked, making Prowl smile and nod. "I promise you, little one."

There was a beat of silence, then Breeze smiled back at him. "Otay…" She said, followed by another adorable yawn. Prowl hummed, sending soft vibrations to Breeze's smaller frame. "I believe it's time for you to rest, little one. You've have a long and stressful day." He said, slowly running a servo down her back strut. Breeze Burst shifted her helm so her one of her audio receptors was pressed against his chassis so she could hear the soothing pulses of Prowl's sparkbeat and smiled contentedly. A tiny sigh left her vocalizer and she felt herself slipping off into recharge. She loved Prowl, he always made her feel safe, and cared for, and loved. Prowl was important to her, he was her guardian, her protector. "G'night sire…" She whispered, then her optics dimmed and her frame when lax as she fell into a deep state of recharge. Prowl's optics widened heard that word leave Breeze's vocalizer. Did she just say… Sire? A tiny pulse went through his frame and that feeling returned. He just laid there for a bit, absorbing what Breeze had said. Then, he smiled. A genuine, warm, happy smile. It all clicked, and now it made sense.

The feelings, he hadn't had a clue what they were before now, but now he understood. They weren't some random emotions he had been trying to bottle up, they were fatherly affection. Prowl had been feeling affection and love for Breeze Burst from the beginning. 'Sire, huh? ...I think I like that.' He thought, a warm and fuzzy feeling spreading around his spark. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to the top of Breeze's forehelm. "Goodnight, my sweetling." He whispered, gazing at Breeze Burst, his sparkling with fondness and love. Huh, the more Prowl thought about it, he didn't feel restless anymore. He was actually content. Prowl dimmed his optics and sighed, the embrace of recharge creeping up his frame. This was going to be an interesting new chapter in the book that was Prowl's life, but he was prepared to be the best sire he could be, especially if that meant seeing this sweet little femme grow into a wonderful young bot. In his optics Breeze Burst didn't think of him as a friend, Breeze Burst thought of him as a parent, and Prowl was quite certain that he could deal with that.