Silverstorm awoke to a loud crashing sound from far down the hall. She sat up from her carrier's berth in a tired haze. She rubbed her tired optics with one hand as she climbed off of the berth. She looked around the room to see that Jazz wasn't there with her. She headed out of the room and looked down the hall to see bots and femmes roaming the halls. Silverstorm than headed down to the rec room to see if one of her creators were in there but when she got there she saw other sparklings playing in a playpen. She slowly backed out of the room and headed to the command room. When she got there Prowl and Optimus was talking to some femmes about battle plans. Silverstorm went over to Prowl and sat down next to his feet without being noticed by the bots in the room.

"So most of the sparklings creators are either offline or missing," Optimus stated in a weary tone.

"Ya and that is why we thought it would be best if they stay here with you," Elita One replied.

Silverstorm sat playing with her toy until Prowl's leg brushed up ageist her. Prowl looked down to see that she was staring up at him with a pleasant smile. Optimus and the two femmes looked down to see her sitting there with the toy.

"Who is this," Chromia asked as she picked up the sparkling.

Optimus and Prowl shared a look just as Silverstorm started to flip out. Chromia than handed the sparkling to Elita One which handed her to Optimus than to Prowl. Silverstorm stopped struggling and started to play with her toy again.

"She is Silverstorm and she is mine," Prowl replied.

Both of the femmes looked at the SIC as if it was a joke.

"You're kidding right," Chromia asked as she poked the sparkling.

"No," Prowl replied as Silverstorm curled up into Prowl's chest.

"Are you the carrier or sire," Elita asked with a kind smile.

"Sire," Prowl replied.

"Who's the Carrier than," Chromia asked with a smirk.

Prowl chuckled which made Silverstorm look up at him. "Well it's," Prowl posed to look over at Optimus who looked like he was about to burst out laughing, "Jazz." There was as long moment of silence.

"You're lying," Chromia stated as she pointed at Prowl.

"No I'm not," Prowl stated as he looked down to his creation.

"Yes you are," Chromia replied as she crossed her arms.

"He's not," Optimus replied with a chuckle.

"Prove it," both femmes replied.

"Fine I'll call Jazz," Prowl replied as Silverstorm looked around the room in awe.

There were more bots in the room that she was use to but it amazed her that there was so many bots in one room. After a few minutes her carrier walked in and kissed her sire. Silverstorm laughed at being shushed between her creator's frames. The two femmes that were talking to her sire seemed to be very surprised at her creators' actions.

"How's my favorite two bots doing," Jazz asked as he took Silverstorm from Prowls arms and she squealed in delight.

Silverstorm kept patting Jazz's spark chamber and then putting her audio up the spot she patted to lesson to Jazz's spark beat. It was a fun game to play as the older mechs talked to each other. And then something caught her off guard.

"I guess that would be a good idea," Prowl replied as Jazz and the femmes left the command room.

Silverstorm was confused as her carrier took her into the rec. room and was placed into the playpen with the other sparklings. She didn't know any of these sparklings and she sure didn't want to play with them. She wanted to be with her creators but why were they ignoring her? Didn't they like her? Or were they just too busy to play with her? She was pulled out of her train of thought when a small hand gabbed her pedal.

"Who are you," Silverstorm asked in clicks and whistles that sparkling and younglings used to speak to each other.

"My name is Nova what's yours," the sparkling replied with a smile as he pulled his had away.

"Silverstorm," she said back as she studied Nova with a carful optic.

"Do you want to paint with me," Nova asked as he pointed over to the many paints that were set off into a corner of the playpen.

"Ahm… Ok," Silverstorm replied as they got up and started to paint.

Around noon Jazz went into the rec room to get some energon and to check in on Silverstorm. When he saw he her covered in paint just like three other sparklings in the pen. Jazz couldn't help but smile as he watched her play tag with the others as they made a bigger mess.

A/N: Sorry for not updating lately but one of my characters in one of my other stories wouldn't leave me alone. Silverstorm was getting mad at me so I had to help the poor sparkling. And if you people would like to help me name the other sparklings please let me know. Please Review.