A/N: Its been forever since I posted anything here! Sorry guys for the long wait but my life is not mine anymore, lol. Requested by Searece, here the next chapter done from an RP between her and I. Hope all yall like it!

Fandom: Transformers

Universe: IDW/G1/Movieverse

Characters: Prowl, Jazz, and OC Wovensteal

Pairing: Prowl/Jazz

Warning: cute sparklings

Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers, their products of Takara and Hasbro. Wovensteal is not even my OC either she belongs to the great writer Searece.

After months of nothing here is the next chapter to Energon Goodies & Sweets. It was an RP between me and Searece, Wovensteal is her OC.

Wovensteal looked up as she fearfully gazed at the carecenter. Glancing to her right, she shrunk as she met the cold optics of her adoptive 'creator'. She felt it as she was pushed to go forward.

"C-crea'er, I-I dun wanna go!" She whined slightly, quietly.

"You have to, Wovensteal." said the creator, walking forward to sign his adopted creation up to be taken care of. The femme who kept track of the sparklings smiled and called a caretaker to guide the tiny femme to the play area. The femmling was put inside the large room, where her fear immediately worsened - even as she ran (or more like stumbled) to a place that held few others. She did didn't even have a loving set of adoptive creators, and she most certainly did not want to be there!

Prowl and Jazz sat at one of the tables, chatting. Prowl saw Jazz notice something on the other side of the room, following his gaze brought him to the sight of distressed femmeling. Jazz remarked,"Reminds me of ya."

"Was I really that bad?"

"A little, but I got ta ya. Let's go ask her to join us 'fore those bullying Combaticons do!"

"Alright." Prowl agreed, he scooped up his energon sweets. They trundled over to the femmeling, her wide optics were set on them.

The tiny Cybertronian whimpered slightly as they came closer to her, seeming to be friendly. She wasn't buying it, though; both sets of her 'parents' had installed a sense of fear and distrust of most others in her - even as young as she was. Wovensteal was quite a bit older than she looked, even if she didn't act like it, though.

'Why did creator leave me here? To deal with bullies's all by myself?!' She didn't think it was fair, and she felt abandoned. Again.

The sparkling pressed the shift-able armor on her helm as close to it as she could, accidentally making herself look more vulnerable.

"Are you alright?" Prowl asked her as they approached her.

Wovensteal didn't respond right away; she just looked at them. Her strange mouth-guard moved slightly as she opened and closed her mouth behind it a few times, before she managed to talk (it sounded more like a quiet squeak, though), "Y-yes. I f-fine."

Prowl looked down at his sweets and then back up to Wovensteal. He held them out, offering them to her,"Would you like them? We had some already, but I am willing to share some with you."

"Oh! I-I couldn't possibly-!" Wovensteal paused, cutting herself off from talking. She gently raised her hand towards the goodies, hesitating at taking one. Looking at the goodies, Wovensteal felt more than heard her tanks grumble. She carefully reached out and grabbed one of the sweets, watching Prowl and Jazz all-the-while. There were six audible clicks as the catches on her mask retracted one by one. She pulled it off of her face, which revealed the light green of her faceplates hiding underneath it. The small femmling hesitantly started to chew on the goody, reveling in the sweet taste. She was scared; it wasn't clear why.

"We aren't bullies, we're nice really." Jazz urged assuring. Prowl nodded in reply. He understood all too well what Wovensteal was feeling, and he wanted to make her feel better. With a small smile gracing his lip plates, he commented, "My creator gave them to me to share with anybody who became my friend, would you like to be ours?"

"Ah, I see. I'd really like to be your friend." Wovensteal liked these two mechs; they were nice to her. "Could I have another goodie?" She asked, trying to be polite. She slowly stood up, only to stumble and start falling- almost landing on her face.

"Woah! Careful!" Jazz said as both he and Prowl grabbed for her arms. Prowl scanned her small frame, searching for anything that indicated that she was possibly injured. Seeing none, he relaxed his tense doorwings.

Seeking something to keep her stable, her small hands automatically latched onto their arms. "S-sorry," she murmured. Tiny flicks of the armor on her back drew Prowl's and Jazz's attention. 'Yes, I'll be more careful nest time.' She thought. Letting out an inaudible hiss of pain from forcefully pressing her doorwings against her back, the small femme wished she had forced them to relax instead. The strained cables were weaker than they usually were thanks to her mistake. Though, it did not make much of a difference to their usual state.

"Are you sure?" Prowl asked, concern flickering in his optics.

She looked up at him after picking her mask back up. "Why so concerned 'bout a femme you don't even know the name of?" They were slightly shocked at how her words sounded: hurt and bewildered. Her stance shifted away from them, slightly; and the doorwings fluttered into sight, away from hiding on her back.

"We were just trying to be nice to somebot who looked distressed, we did not ask to be lashed out like that." Prowl's wings twitched as he started to feel slightly frustrated with female's unwillingness to cooperate with either of them, and he was slightly shocked at her reaction too. He kept his usual passive mask on, yet he knew Jazz would instantly see the twitching his wings did when he became annoyed or irritated. Even though he hardly knew Jazz, Jazz quickly learned his quirks and subtle ways he expressed himself through the body language of his wings.

Jazz looked slightly bewildered as he glanced to both of his fellow sparklings. He wasn't too sure what was going on, but he figured it had to be tied to the small femme's past - whatever way she was treated at her own home - and her odd actions. When he saw his new white-and-black friend's doorwings twitch in irritation, he bit his lower lip and carefully reached out towards them both. Jazz's left hand softly touched Prowl's right elbow, while his right hand extended towards Wovensteal. Wovensteal shied away from Jazz touch, before the black-helmed bot asked, "We're sorry we didn't introduce ourselves sooner. I'm Jazz, and this is Prowl. What's yur name?"

The now-quiet femme responded as best she could, "It's okay. I'm Wovensteal." She sounded almost as if she were crying; you could almost hear the thought's going around in her head: 'I've just lost my chance at having friends here... What do I do?'

"Well, if you want to, you can come and sit with us. We would be happy to have your company." Prowl suggested. He extended out his like Jazz, offering it to her. Jazz nodded, his visor shining brilliantly with excitement at the prospect of the femme joining.

As Wovensteal placed her mask back on her face, she heard the catches snap back on. She looked back at the two mechlings watching her for her response. "Are you sure?" She whispered, before bringing her hands up to grasp theirs'.

"Yes we are." Prowl answered with a small smile towards her.

"Indeed, we're sure!" Jazz added brightly.

"Oh, okay, then..." Wovensteal seemed to smiled at them as they pulled her from her slouched standing position to another place.

Prowl had a feeling this could be the start of something bigger between the three of them.