Disclaimer: All Transformers characters belong to Hasbro. Any made up characters were created by me.

Summery: (G1) After having Sunstreaker and Sideswipe accidentally land on top of Prowl after a miss attempt of doing their Jet Judo no one knew how that really affected Prowl from the inside. But when Prowl started to not show up for meetings one day, it is his bonded brother, Jazz, to discover the reason.

Parings:
Jazz and Prowl (like a brotherly bond even though they don't share the same creators) – Sometimes is bond makes others believe their bond is on a mate level when clearly it's not

blah – thinking
'blah' – Comm. Specking

Always There
by Yami-Yugi

Chapter 2

"Prowl did what?" Bumblebee and Spike asked together very confused.

"Prowl literally attacked Ratchet and all Ratchet was doing was trying to fix him after being out numbered by those three new seekers." said Sideswipe.

"Yeah now he's in his own brig." said Sunstreaker.

"Wait, they put him in a cell still injured?" Spike asked confused.

"Well First Aid was afraid Prowl might attack him as well." said Sideswipe.

- - -

"Jazz, are you sure about this?" Optimus asked as he and Jazz headed to the brig.

"I know Prowl would never attack Ratchet on purpose." Jazz said "Something else is wrong with him, not just being injured."

"You're getting another bad feeling again Jazz? Or dose it has to do what happened to Prowl last mouth that you have to give him a part of your spark?"

"I can't really explain it Prime. I just know."

They arrived at the brig, Ironhide was on duty. He looked up from his post when he saw them. "Ironhide," started Optimus "How's Prowl doing?"

"He's been quiet ever since he got here." the old warrior spoke "Hasn't made a peep." Durning all this, Jazz walked deeper into the brig until he reached the cell the SIC was in.

"Hide, let me in." said Jazz in a serious matter.

"You can't be serious. Prowl might attack ya like he did to Ratchet." said Ironhide.

"He won't man. Now let me in. He needs me Hide."

Ironhide looked confused. "Just do it Ironhide." said Optimus "Jazz may be on to something."

"Okay if you say so Prime." said Ironhide. With that Ironhide keyed in the code to open the door to the cell. Jazz went in slowly. Optimus and Ironhide watched.

"Prowl…?" Jazz started as he went over to him and slowly put a hand on his shoulder.

"What do you-…!" he snapped as he turned towards the voice.

"Hey, it's me bro. Chill out."

"…Jazz…" Said bot could feel his spark reaching out to his.

"What's got you into so much trouble, Prowl?"

"…"

"Hey…" he started, switching to a soft whisper only Prowl could hear. "You can tell me? I won't hold anything against you."

"…" He was silent, because he knew Optimus and Ironhide were watching. Jazz could sense it.

"This…may sound odd, but could you…leave the room?"

"No way! What if he goes stir crazy again?"

"…You sure you'll be alright, Jazz?"

"Yeah. I know he won't hurt me, I just…know…"

"Alright. Ironhide, lock the cell and let's leave them alone. I have a good feeling Jazz will be able to get through to him better than any of us will."

"But Prime…"

"Just do it, Ironhide. Jazz knows what he's doing. If it's the only way to help Prowl, I want it done." Ironhide nodded, knowing Optimus was right. He sighed and went back over to the cell.

"Alright, Jazz. If you can help 'im out, we'll leave. I'm locking ya in as a precaution."

"I know, Hide." He nodded and closed the cell again.

"I hope ya can help 'im, for his sake." Jazz nodded and waited for them to leave. Once they had left, he turned back to Prowl.

Prowl was lying on the recharge bed that was there. He was still a wreck, still injured from the attack. It looked like the injured SIC was in a light recharge when Jazz gently placed a hand on his shoulder. Prowl blotted from recharge, ready to attack. At that moment Jazz notice Prowl's optics, they were a bit cracked and scuffed up. "Easy Prowl, it's just me." Jazz spoke calmly.

"J-Jazz...?"

Jazz smiled. "Yeah. What's got ya outta tune, bro?" he asked softly, in a brotherly tone. Prowl felt around and brought his hand up to his optics.

"…I-I…I can't see… My optics were injured in the fight."

"No wonder you attacked."

"Attacked who? Did I injure anyone?"

"Yeah… You attacked Ratchet."

"What!" he said bolting up. "…Th-that's what happened… H-how I ended up in here…"

"Take it easy man…" Jazz said, helping him sit up more comfortably.

"…Do…Do the twins know?"

"Know what? That YOU of all people ended up in the brig?" Jazz laughed. "Yeah… You freaked everyone out, attacking Ratchet like that."

"Slag… I hope I didn't injure him too badly."

"Nah. Well, I better tell Optimus and Ironhide that you're alright. We were all worried about ya."

"…" Jazz smiled and pulled him into an embrace.

"Hey man, now that we know what's wrong, we can fix it and forget this whole mess." Prowl nodded and pulled away from the hug. He felt his eyes again and then grabbed Jazz's hand.

"I'll need help…"

"I'm there for ya, man." Jazz helped him stand up and guided him up to the cell. "Hang on. I have to let Ironhide know to let us out." 'Jazz to Ironhide, come in Ironhide.'

'Jazz? Yer alright?'

'Yeah, I'm fine. Can you come let us out?'

'Did you figure out what's got Prowl's circuits crossed?'

'Yeah…he needs Ratchet.'

'You sure about-…'

'I'm fine, Ironhide. I'm mentally stable and my processors work fine,' Prowl cut in, having felt around for his communicator with his free hand.

'Good to hear from ya, Prowl. I'm glad yer alright. You had us scared that you'd gone rouge.'

'Just come let us out…'Jazz said a bit frustrated. He braced Prowl a bit more comfortably. "He didn't mean anything by that. He was just worried like everyone else," he spoke softly in that brotherly tone again. Prowl nodded and they waited for Ironhide to come let them out. Ironhide soon arrived. He was still a bit unsure but unlocks the cell door anyways. "Okay, buddy. Let's get you to Ratchet," Jazz said, gently leading Prowl out of the cell. Ironhide step aside to let them by.

"Sorry 'bout lockin ya in there, Prowl. It was for your safety and ours," Ironhide said.

"I understand..." Prowl spoke softly, trying to look towards Ironhide's direction. Ironhide smiled and watched them leave. As soon as they were gone, he closed the cell and went back to duty.

- - -

Every Autobot that the two past on their way back to the medical bay stopped what they were doing then they saw them. Some whispered things about what had happened. Others started to figure out the way both Autobots acted towards each other. Prowl, even thought he couldn't see at the moment could hear most of what they were saying. He "glared" at them, especially the ones talking about his relationship with Jazz. He could feel their silent laughter. "Ignore them, Prowl." Jazz whispered "They don't know what their talking about." He sighed sadly, but nodded.

- - -

The two soon arrived back in the med bay. Ratchet was just finishing up something when he and First Aid saw them. "...Jazz? He didn't attack you?" First Aid spat out.

"...You better have a good reason for attacking me..." Ratchet glared. Prowl slowly glanced down at the floor.

Jazz could sense his embarrassment and put his arm more comfortingly around him. He gently rubbed his arm. "Hey man, it's no big."

"What happened to cause you to react like that?" Ratchet asked a more concerned tone in his voice.

"...My optics..."

"That explains a lot. Let's see what I can do." He walked back over to what he was doing and started to clear off the table. Jazz guided Prowl inside. First Aid was still a bit unsure and still a bit scared. He skirted away when they got close. "Okay," Ratchet said. Jazz helped Prowl lie down. He took hold of one of his hands to let him know he was still there. "Okay, Prowl. It's just me. No one else is going to do anything. I'm just going to repair your injuries." Prowl nods weakly. He tensed a little as Ratchet slowly and carefully examined his optics and felt around them. "What happened out there? Could you see who it was before you were injured?" he asked.

"..."

"Prowl...? Who was it?" Jazz whispered.

"...Megatron's three new seekers..."

"You mean the same three that cornered and attacked you?" Ratchet asked. Prowl nods. "How did they manage to damage your optics like this?"

"..."

"It's okay Prowl... He just wants to know so he can help..." Jazz whispered. Prowl sighs. Jazz gave his hand a comforting squeeze.

"...I... I don't...want to talk about it..."

"But how would I know how to help if you don't tell me what happened?" Ratchet asked. Prowl was silent in thought, thinking of how best to explain. He could sense Jazz supporting him and sending comforting pulses to his spark. Some how remembering the attack led to another familiar memory of when he was just still just a sparkling. His mother and father will still around and he remembered the three flyers attacking him and mocking him.

"...It was them..." he suddenly spoke quietly to himself, not realizing that he spoke out loud.

"Was who, Prowl?" Jazz asked.

"...It's nothing..."

"...You're sure?" Prowl nods. "...You really don't want to talk about it?" he added, now whispering. "You can tell me anything, alright?"

"...It's nothing...just old memories..."

"Alright," Jazz smiled.

Ratchet sighed irritably. "Could you at least explain how it happened? You don't have to go into detail. Just tell me what caused the damage." Prowl nods and weakly told the medic of what had happened.

"Mostly one punching me in the face..." Prow; explained weakly "After that it was hard to tell..."

Ratchet nodded. "That helps enough." Prowl sighs again, thinking back to those old times. Jazz just gave his hand a comforting squeeze again. Ratchet gently lifted open Prowl's helmet. "Okay, Prowl. I'm going to shut off your sight completely so I can repair your optics."

"...I can't see that much anyways..."

Ratchet laughed a bit. "At least you still have a positive attitude." Prowl sighed again. Ratchet more accurately examined his optics and carefully removed the lenses to replace them with new ones. All the while Prowl thought back to the old days. The image of the new seekers became clearer and clearer as he did. They where the same seekers that he remember when he was just a sparkling, now grown up as much as him.

It's them! I knew it! It's the same slag bullies from before! This upset Prowl the most for back then he was just a very young bot and his father would been there to protect him.

Jazz could sense the emotions in his spark and took hold of Prowl's hand with both of his. "What's wrong, Prowl?" he whispered.

"...It's nothing..."

"You sure you don't want to talk about? I wouldn't tell anyone..."

"..."

Jazz was silent for a moment. "I see..." he said. "We'll talk later." Ratchet was still checking Prowl. He carefully finished repairing his optics and reconnected everything before carefully closing up his helmet.

"Okay Prowl can you see now?"

"Yeah...thanks Ratchet." He just nodded and started work on his other injuries. Prowl saw Jazz still by his side smiling at him. Prowl smiled just a little.

"Those new seekers of Megatron's sure did a number on you." Ratchet said as he worked.

"Yeah..." Jazz sighed.

"..."

"Alright, Prowl. You're free to go." Prowl nods his thanks and was help up by Jazz.

"C'mon, bro," he smiled as he led him to his quarters.

- - -

On the way there Jazz started to speak again. "Prowl, what is it that you didn't want to say back there?" he asked. Prowl sighs and glanced down at the floor as they walked. "Something's bugging ya..."

It wasn't long when they reached his quarters when Prowl finally decided to speak. "I knew those three seekers, Jazz..." he said softly.

"...How?" he asked curiously, helping Prowl lie down on his bed.

Prowl sighed again. "...They used to bully me back on Cybertron...when I was a sparkling..."

"Oh man, Prowl! So...that explains why they attacked you today. They remembered you." Prowl sighed with a nod. "Hey, it's okay man," Jazz smiled, putting a hand on his shoulder.

"It makes me miss my father..." he said softly.

"What dose this have to do with yer old man?" Jazz asked.

"My father was a flying type..."

"Aww, man..." Jazz said, now understanding it all. He climbed up into the bed next to him, pulling him into an embrace.

"Sadly he went MIA when I was still a sparkling..."

"I'm sorry, Prowl..." he said sadly. He pulled Prowl against him in a tighter hug.

Prowl sighs again. "Don't tell any one. I don't want the whole Ark to know." he said softly.

"It's between you and me pal."

"Also Ironhide..." Prowl said. Jazz looked confused. "Ironhide was an old friend of my father's..."

"Oh... I won't tell a single spark." Prowl smiled a bit. Jazz smiled back. "How about some serious R and R?" he said, cuddling against Prowl.

"I guess it won't hurt..."

"You need it, Prowl," Jazz smiled, resting his head on Prowl's chest. "It's an order from your older brother."

"Wait just a astrosecond, since when you're my OLDER brother?" Prowl asked.

Jazz laughed outright. "Guess I better reverse that chord." Prowl couldn't help but laugh a bit. "Anyway, I still say it's time to rest," Jazz said seriously.

"Interesting that you of all mechs can be serious." Prowl said.

"I mean it, Prowl," Jazz glared, tilting his head up to look right at Prowl.

Prowl laughed a bit. "Yes, I know..." Jazz smiled and rested his head back down. He slowly drifted off into recharge; all that worry taking its toll on him. It took awhile until Prowl himself went into recharge as well.

- - -

Jazz didn't know how long he was in recharge when he was awaken by some whimpering. He groggily looked around, lifting his head up. The whimpering was very near. He knew where when he felt the immense sadness and loneliness in his spark. That's when he laid his optics on Prowl, who was still in recharge but it didn't look like it was a peaceful recharge. "...Prowl...?" he whispered. He was very concerned, knowing the tactician never showed emotion that much. Prowl was still in recharge, whimpering a word at times. "...Prowl?" Jazz asked a bit more loudly.

"...M-Mama..."

Jazz's optics widened. "Mama? Prowl! Hey, you alright man?"

Suddenly Prowl bolted from recharge, looking scared out his processors. "Mama!"

"Hey man! What's with you? You're acting mighty strange there, man." Prowl tried to cycle air through his intakes to calm his raging processor. "Prowl, you alright?" Jazz asked in a serious manner, his optics looking right at him with worry.

It took awhile for Prowl to calm down when he remember Jazz was there. "Yeah...sorry if I woke you..."

"You sure you're alright? You weren't having a very pleasant dream cycle."

"...Yeah...sorry about that..."

"It's cool. What were you dreaming about?" he asked gently. "It wouldn't have anything more to do with your father would it?"

Prowl shook his head. "Not really...mostly my mother..." he said softly.

"Something must have happened..." Jazz sighed sadly.

Prowl sighs sadly. "...Yeah..."

"Would it help to talk about it? I'll listen and I won't tell anyone."

"...I guess..." Prowl said "It's something I don't normally talk about lately..."

"Well, you've already told me about your father. You can trust me. We're brothers," Jazz said as he took Prowl's hand into his.

"...Well..." Prowl started slowly. He was unsure where to start. Jazz just sat up with him and waited, ready to listen. "...It happened some time after my father went missing..." Prowl started slowly "The Decepticons were slowly rising in number..." He tried to repress a shutter through his fame of just thinking it even though his door wings twitched. Jazz put a hand on his shoulder. Prowl sighed again. "Me and my mother were home when it happened... When the Decepticons attack the city I lived in..." Jazz's optics grew sad, but he was silent as he listened. "Mother told me to hide somewhere safe, I was still very young at time so I didn't know what was really going on then."

"...She...she didn't have time...to hide herself...did she?" Jazz asked sadly, head hung low. His spark now started to feel sympathy pain.

Prowl shook his head sadly. "...No..." he said.

"I'm really sorry, man," he sighed, pulling the tactician into a tight hug.

Prowl sighs sadly again. "...That was the day I lost her, Jazz..."

"Its okay, Prowl. She's in a better place, looking out for you. You got me now, brother. Besides, I know your father is still out there somewhere."

"...I know...I can feel it in my spark..."

Jazz smiled a bit. "You'll be alright, man." Prowl sighs sadly again. "She'd want you to be happy."

"...Yeah I know...It's just hard sometimes..."

"Losing a loved one always is, especially that young."

"...If it wasn't for Ironhide and some other friends of my father's I would have none to care for me back then..."

"Good thing 'Hide did come along then. I'm sure he took great care of ya."

Prowl nods slowly. "Yeah..."

Jazz smiled. "Well, why don't you try to go back to sleep. I won't go anywhere, I promise."

"I know." Jazz just smiled and waited for Prowl to settle back down. It wasn't long until Prowl finally got back into recharge. Jazz sighed happily before rejoining him in sleep.