This chapters dedicated to Prowl and Jazz fans. Next chapter the real fun begins.

Prowl had to laugh at the mortified looks on Sunny, Sides, and Bumblebee's faceplates as they ran for their very mechhood and the future of their interfacing with femmes. They thought the cranky CMO was bluffing until his saw blades roared to life. Prowl had to make sure to keep Jazz's optics covered so he wouldn't get frightened from all the commotion. He already felt his sparkmate's little body trembling the moment Ratchet raised his voice at the deviants.

Ratchet had to threaten to remove vital parts of the three young mechs anatomies to get them out of his Med Bay. He had too much work to do and didn't have time for their antics nor did he want them to harass Prowl and Jazz any more than they already have. Ratchet even shut and locked the door just to make sure they stayed away too.

"Just get him comfortable on one of the Med Beds," Ratchet suggested, heading to where Wheeljack lay heavily sedated. "I need to tend to Wheeljack before I take a look at Jazz. There are some thermal blankets in the storage closet over there if you want one for him. It might make him feel more secure as well."

"Thank you, I'll do that," Prowl nodded politely.

With Jazz still nestled snuggly in the crook of his arm, Prowl marched over to the designated cabinet and pulled out a thermal blanket. Then he headed for the nearest Med Bed and carefully sat Jazz down on his mini-pint size aft. The mech was being extra careful. Bumblebee was right, Jazz was such a tiny sparkling compared to the two brutes called Optimus and Ironhide.

(beep?)

"It's just a blanket," he said, holding it up for Jazz to see. "Nothing scary about it."

Jazz looked apprehensive so Prowl slowly unfolded the blanket, making sure not to make any sudden movements. It actually tortured his spark to know Jazz was in that room during the fire or whatever was going on after the explosion, presumably terrified, not knowing where to go with no one to turn to. He was going to do anything to keep Jazz calm.

"See," Prowl smiled. "Just a blanket. It's soft too." He rubbed a corner of the blanket against his cheek, watching Jazz's reaction. "Would you like to feel it?"

He held that same corner of the blanket before Jazz. The sparkling looked at the blanket then up to Prowl. Optic covers blinked slowly, a quizzical expression on his faceplates.

"Go on. It won't hurt you, I promise."

Ever so slowly, Jazz leaned forward and rubbed his cheek against it, mimicking what the big black and white mech had done. Oh, wow! It was so soft! Wide, surprised optics looked up at Prowl, a small mouth dropped open.

(warble!)

"See, I told you," Prowl chuckled softly.

Jazz giggled wildly. Tiny hands enthusiastically pulled on the blanket until all of it was bunched up on the bed. Then he hugged bundled blanket nuzzling his face in it, giggling and blowing raspberries.

Prowl smiled contently, meticulously wrapping part of the blanket Jazz wasn't hugging around his small frame. It wasn't easy covering a moving target but patience and persistence prevailed. He even managed to get Jazz to lie down.

Only small feet bucked and kicked the blanket off. Jazz sat up and beeped up at him, with attitude.

"You don't want to be covered up?" he asked, leaning his face close.

Ratchet had looked up from his work when he heard the familiar sounds of muffled raspberries, a sign of a happy sparkling. A smirk spread across his faceplates as quietly observed Prowl interact with Jazz. He'd managed to look up just in time to see Prowl lean down and gently pressing his forehead against Jazz's.

Miniature fingers wrapped around part of the blanket and rubbed it against Prowl's faceplates. The mech's optics dimmed as he smiled fondly down at the sparkling before him. And Jazz smiled back at him.

A spark warming moment for anyone to see.

And it was such a rare display of emotion for Prowl. He always had a calm demeanor no matter what the situation was, relaxing with friends or during an intense battle with Decepticons. Only raised his voice at the twins, but then so did everyone.

"I always new you weren't such a tight aft," Ratchet commented, after he has quietly traversed across the Med Bay.

"Jazz could always bring out the best of me," he replied, straightening back up but not taking his optics off Jazz, a hand smoothed over the top of the sparkling's head making him purr softly.

"You would make a good father."

Prowl snorted, "Please, don't tell Jazz that when he gets back to normal. He's obsessed with sparklings enough as it is. He doesn't need anyone giving him ideas."

Jazz turned his attention back to blowing raspberries into the blanket, rolling on his back and kicking tiny feet up in the air. Ratchet poked a finger at Jazz's belly making the sparkling giggle.

"Still," Prowl sighed, keeping a protect hand near the sparkling to ensure he didn't roll of the bed in his excitement. "I finally understand why he's obsessed with them. Their love is pure, untainted, unwavering. I never really experienced that until now."

"What did you expect when the twins and Bumblebee were sparklings?" Ratchet laughed. "You were their least favorite because you always caught them doing something they weren't supposed to. To them, you ruined their fun. Pfft, they still think that do this day."

"None of us knew how to handle sparklings," he countered, sad optics meeting the CMO's. "I did what I thought was best to protect them, even if that meant from themselves. It didn't bother me that they'd run from me into Optimus, Ironhide, or Jazz's arms. As long as they were safe I was content."

"And now?" Ratchet asked as Prowl focused back on Jazz.

"I'm not sure," he whispered. "I…wish for…more."

Ratchet laid a reassuring hand on Prowl's slumped shoulder.

"Life is full of second chances, my friend. That little bundle of joy is your chance."

Prowl nodded, his spirits lifting up a bit.

"Now, let's see how Jazz is doing," Ratchet said, lifting Jazz up to exam him.

To both their surprise, Jazz screeched loudly in protest, kicking his feet wildly, wiggling his body trying to break from Ratchet's hands. Why did they do that? He was having fun?!

"Jazz, that's not very nice. Behave," Prowl softly scolded.

"Don't worry," Ratchet chuckled, ignoring the sparkling's protest. He started a more thorough medical scan while his optics checked for visible injuries. "I've dealt with worse than this…from mature mechs. Quite recently actually."

Prowl held a laugh in. He had to.

He'd only seen it once, maybe twice, in all the time Prowl knew Jazz. But he could never forget that scowl. Especially now. Only difference was that it looked more adorable on a sparkling Jazz as he glared at Ratchet.

Jazz growled to get his point across as the CMO slow turned him around and examined his backside. Silver hands strained and Jazz grunted to break from the big mech's grasped.

"Here, take your brat," Ratchet finally smiled. "He's fine. He's obviously feeling better now."

Of course the instance Jazz was back in Prowl's arms he was the picture of pure innocence, smiling happily up at the black and white mech.

"So…what do I do with him now?" Prowl asked.

"Take him to meet Optimus and Ironhide. And do it now before Bumblebee and the twins bring those femmes and their little brutes into my med bay to see Jazz. I have a lot of work to do. I want Jack up on his feet later today."

"Very well. Please, keep me informed of Wheeljack's progress," Prowl said then started to leave.

Jazz started beeping frantically, little hands reaching back and grabbing in the air.

"What? Oh, you want this?"

Small arms opened wide in anticipation as Prowl grabbed he blanket and then hugged it tightly. Again, Prowl smiled contently. He was going to have to watch himself in front of the twins. They were probably going to record and document everything Prowl did with sparkling Jazz and use as ammo later.

"Come on Jazz. Let's go see if you can outshine Optimus and Ironhide in the cuteness department, like you usually do."