My mused changed her mind again. This chapter is for those that like fluff, Prowl, and Jazz. Please enjoy.

Elita had been trying to calm Optimus through their spark bond well before she reached to playroom to no avail. From the sounds of his wails resonating down the hallway just outside the door, it was apparent why. He was one inconsolable sparkling mech right now. Rushing into the play room, she found Bumblebee trying to do exactly that as he paced, gently rocking Optimus, patting his back, trying anything to calm him.

"LITA!" he screamed, spotting her and nearly flinging himself out of Bumblebee's arms straight for her.

Thanks to the scout's reflexes he held Optimus securely enough until Elita could take her sparkmate into her anxious arms.

"Shh, I'm here now," she cooed, wrapping both arms around the sparkling, holding him close.

Optimus hiccupped, choked, sobbed, hiccupped some more while trying to talk to her in sparkling talk. Small hands clinging to her chest armor, trying to get as close as possible to the warmth of her spark. Big tears streamed down his face.

"Oh I know it was bad but you need to calm down now, Optimus. You've got yourself all worked up," she smiled, kissing the top of his helm, stroking his back. He continued to hiccup and choke. But his wails began to die down in volume.

"The Earth saying is true, Mom always works best," Bumblebee smirked.

Elita playfully glared at him for the comment. Then she noticed how quiet the room was. Ironhide wasn't crying? She glanced over to see Chromia sitting on the couch with Ironhide in her arms, face buried in the crook of her shoulder.

"How's he doing?"

"He decided it was best to recharge," Chromia smiled, one hard caressing Hide's audio receptor.

"They didn't like the lights going out and the explosion just sent the both over the edge," Bumblebee said, dropping into the nearby chair suddenly feeling a bit exhausted from dealing with on overwrought sparkling. Frag! They're hard work!

"Don't sit down now," Elita ordered, continually stroking Optimus' back. "They may need you at Jack's lab. Apparently Jazz has gone missing and might have gotten caught up in that explosion."

"Oh no! We can't lose Jazz again," Bee exclaimed worriedly, getting to his feet and heading for the door.

As soon as he was out the door he transformed and raced through the halls. With as fast as he was on wheels, it didn't take him very long to reach the lab section of the base. There he transformed into his robotic mode, deciding to run the rest of the way. Prowl would most likely get upset since driving through the halls was forbidden and Bee didn't want the mech anymore upset than he already might be.

Up ahead, he spotted them all standing in the hall outside Wheeljack's lab. Sunny and Sides were gently placing Wheeljack on a stretcher while Ratchet was doing his usual griping at them. Bee visibly winced when he noticed the engineer was missing part of his legs. He knew all to well what that fell like having gotten his own legs blown off.

Hang on…where was Jazz? Magnus looked as if his cerebral processor was going to overheat from thinking too much. Bee couldn't see Prowl's face but his backside looked a lot stiffer than usual. And Ratchet was only concerned for Jack's care. However, none of them seemed too concerned about Jazz's absence.

Bumblebee was about to question what the frag was going on when Prowl turned slightly upon hearing the young mech's arrival. Bumblebee's mouth dropped wide open, his vocal processor glitched. He almost couldn't believe his optics! There, in Prowl's hands was a silver armored sparkling, feet dangling, blue optics worriedly looking around, small fists held close against his chest.

Jazz didn't like feeling so vulnerable and was trying to pull his legs up into his chest to feel more secure. Only he couldn't. The black and white mech's big hands that were firmly around his waist were in the way. Not knowing what to do about his predicament, Jazz started whimpering softly, his bottom lip trembled, tears filled his optics.

"Prowl, you should try cradling him in one arm," Ratchet suggested, noticing how uncomfortable Jazz looked. "He'll feel more comfortable. Sparklings don't like their feet dangly like that for too long."

"You might too feel more comfortable too have him next to your chassis," Sunny helpfully added with a smirk. This was so cool! He and his brother were so loving this! This was the first time they ever got the one up on Prowl. This was better than dirt on Ironhide!

"Yeah, Prowl, didn't you ever hold us when we were sparklings?" Sides teased.

"No," he replied flatly, situated Jazz in the crook of his left arm. Primus, this felt so awkward. What he said was and wasn't true. Sure he's held their hands to help them walk or lifted them up only to pass them to another. He'd actually never held a sparkling like this before! "I was responsible for making sure everyone followed a strict set of rules and regulations around you sparklings."

"Not sure it worked," Sunny giggled. "We're as deviant as ever."

"You're alive, aren't you," Prowl countered, staring down Sunny.

"Let me hold him! Can I?" Bumblebee jumped in finally got his vocal processor working. He moved up close, putting his face near Jazz. A little too close. The sparkling mech reared his head back, optic covers blinking rapidly. "What happened? Primus, he's so cute! And look at how tiny he is! He's gotta be a quarter of Hide's weight and what…half of Optimus height!"

Prowl groaned, rolling his optics at the young scout's enthusiasm. Honestly, Bumblebee was getting as bad as Jazz when it came to sparklings! When…or if, judging from the mess in Jack's lab all might be lost, these mechs are returned to their mature selves and Elita's gives birth to Optimus' sparkling then Prowl was going to have to work over time on making sure certain rules were obeyed.

"Please, can I hold him?!" Bee reiterated.

First loud booming noises now lots of loud voices all too close to him. It was all too much! Jazz held his arms in tight and curled up his legs, warbling and turning away from the yellow and black mech's face. He tried to press himself into the armor of the mech holding him, the mech whose loving spark made Jazz feel so safe.

Magnus recognized Jazz's distress levels were increasing. He'd seen it in all the sparklings just before they started their audio piercing cries. He couldn't handle that right now. His processor was aching already. Too many questions with no answers.

How long was Jack going to be out of commission? Did he find a solution to their problem yet? Who was next on the list to become a sparkling?

"Bumblebee, back off," Magnus chided, physically moving the young mech back. "Help Sunny and Sides get Wheeljack to the Med Bay. Ratchet, keep me informed of Wheeljack's recovery. I need to get to the command center, Teletran's beeping me."

"I'll go with you."

"No, Prowl, you need to stay with Jazz right now."

"But…"

"No buts. Magnus is right," Ratchet seriously said. "From my initial medical scan, Jazz has an elevated spark rate, his anxiety level is high. He's obviously been traumatized by whatever happened in there. You probably won't be able to set him down as you are his only source of security right now."

A small hand latched on tightly to part of Prowl's armor. Soft blue optics looked up him. There was recognition in them. And love. Only not the love from a lover but the unconditional love a sparkling often has for their creator or caretaker.

It was spark moving, literally for Prowl. His cerebral processor had often boggled unable to calculate why Jazz was so obsessed with sparklings. Looking into the optics of his sparkmate now he finally understood why and smiled.

Jazz smiled back.

"Let's get a moving…Pops!" Sunny snickered, making his brother and Bumblebee laugh as they started moving with Wheeljack in toe.

Prowl sighed in resignation, putting a protective hand around Jazz, holding him closer. Even Magnus let out a short laugh before quickly composing himself and following the others. There was no stopping Sunny now. Normally, that would just piss Prowl off and Sunny would be spending many, many long hours, or days, in the brig. But Prowl wasn't going to let anything ruin this moment with Jazz. He'll deal out the punishments later.

Up next: More daddy moments for Prowl or Jazz gets to play with the other sparklings or both. Playing it safe. Depends on what the readers want and what mood my muse is in.