Okay, here is the next chapter! I'm sorry it's taking me so long but my classes don't let me even breath! Next month I'll have total liberty to work and all the fics! But I don't want to rush them or I'm sure I'll screw something up! And I'm sure you guys don't want that... RIGHT!?!?! XD

I was gonna put two chapters in one but I didn't like how it looked so I just cut it and the next will be posted... later... next month XD

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"What do you mean he doesn't remember!?"

"Would you calm down! What other meaning could there be!?"

Ratchet yelled back at Jazz. The medic was tired. Tired, angry and worried. Apart from Prowl having a concussion, and after having done at least twenty blood tests for Prowl, he had known that the barbaric levels of drugs that for some sick and unknown reason were in his systems could, if not would, cause memory loss. But he had tried to convince himself it wouldn't happen, not to Prowl, and the shock of being proven wrong had been too much.

The medic ran a hand through his dark brown hair and left it at his neck feeling all the muscles there ache. He needed sleep. He needed it bad and he needed it now. But no patient of his had shook him as bad as the kid had. He had barely known the others or their injuries had been from a real accident. What had been done to Prowl... it was inhumane.

He would still see the boy's battered and broken body when he closed his eyes. He had washed his hands over and over again but he could still feel his warm blood running through them when he had been brought in.

An hour had passed from when he had spoken with the younger man. After silently applying a small sedative, the boy had immediately fallen asleep once more. His body was still not fully healed. And any rest he could get (even if it was forced), would do him much good.

In all honestly, Ratchet hadn't wanted to touch the subject of 'What happened'. He didn't even know where to start or how to tell him what. He knew he wasn't exactly the type of person one would want to receive these kind of news from. He knew he had no tact and he didn't want to upset the boy any farther.

He had then proceeded to call Optimus, who was with Bluestreak , and Jazz who he was sure had broken many speed limits to get there. They had all wanted to burst into the room and see Prowl for themselves, but Ratchet had literally dragged each of them into his office to talk.

To say that they were shocked by the clear fact that Prowl had absolutely no memory of what had happened to him was the statement of the year. It hadn't occuerd to them and Ratchet had never told them, in case it was a false alarm. He hadn't wanted to give them one more thing to worry about.

Jazz was the one taking it the hardest.

He and Prowl had been best friends since they had memory. Jazz had always been the trouble maker of the two and was very over protective of his friend. His protective nature had led him to become an enforcer while Prowl, the most tranquil and reserved of the two, was studying literature.

They were opposites in every way. Where one was outgoing the other preferred to avoid any and all social events. Jazz was cheerful and easygoing while Prowl was quiet and logical. During their growing up, Jazz had constantly worried over his friend, seeing as he had no interest in mixing with the outside world, always preferring on staying locked in his apartment. It had gotten the younger man into many troubles as he was completely oblivious to certain things. Some thought his innocence and naivety was cute. Jazz did not. Specially when something like this happened to him.

To have some piece of mind, Jazz had convinced Prowl to join the dojo he went too when they were kids. That way he knew his friend would be able to protect himself. It hurt that he had been proven wrong in such a way.

Jazz sighed, rubbing his hands over his face. The night Prowl had disappeared had been his promotion party. Guilt filled him as he remembered the party. His friend had told him he was leaving but Jazz had been having to much fun to do anything but pout and wave a good bye before jumping back on stage with Blaster and starting to sing karaoke at the top of their lungs. "If Ah'd payed more attention... dis wouldn't 'ave happened."

Trying to make up for his mistake, Jazz had taken the case and combed the whole city for his friend with the help of his team and lover who was head of the Missing Person division. He hadn't slept, had stopped eaten to the point where his friends would trap him in a closet and threaten to force feed him if he didn't do it himself. When he received the frantic call from Ratchet saying that someone had brought Prowl in, he froze. He hadn't known whether to cry, scream or laugh. Prowl was finally home. And most importantly, he was safe.

"What do we do now?" He asked in a solemn voice. He had hoped Prowl could give him some insight into who the bastards were so Jazz could personally go and arrest them. After beating the shit out of them that is.

"One of you should tell him what happened, cause I'm not sure I'd be able to stay calm if I tried." Replied the medic.

"What difference would it make!?" Burst out suddenly a tearful Bluestreak who had been unusually quiet since they had gotten in Ratchet's office. "Isn't it better that he doesn't remember?! This way, he's being spared the awful memories of what they did to him, I- I'm glad he doesn't remember... "

The three adults looked at the teenager with saddened eyes as he became quiet and started to shake, quiet sniffs and hiccups coming from his clenched mouth.

Optimus silently came up to the teen and hugged him tightly, trying to offer as much support and comfort as he could. Bluestreak, quickly grabbing onto his t-shirt and burying his face in it, let out all the frustration and concern he had held in for the last two months.

Bluestreak was Prowl's adoptive baby brother. His parents had abandoned him right after he was born outside an orphanage and had been adopted when Prowl was four years old. After their parents died six years later, they had been taken in by Optimus who had been twenty at the time and a close friend to their family.

Bluestreak loved his brother and always followed his advices and warnings. It had saddened him when Prowl had decided to live by his own when he reached eighteen and moved out. But he would always visit and Prowl never complained or kicked him out. To the teenager, Prowl was one of the few who understood him. He was very talkative and while many rudely shut him up or told him to talk less, Prowl was always willing to listen to anything he said.

Two months ago, when he had been called by Jazz to ask him if he knew where his brother was, Bluestreak had known right away that something was wrong. Two weeks later when it was obvious his brother had disappeared had left the poor boy shattered. He hadn't know what to do. He didn't go to school and stayed home trying to help in any way even if Optimus told him there was nothing he could do.

Jazz's hands clenched into fists at the sight of the younger boy breaking up in Optimus's arms. Bluestreak and Prowl were to Jazz like his little brothers. And no one, made his little brothers suffer, unless they were suicidal. He would catch these bastards and make them suffer ten - no - a hundred times more!

"It's okay Blue, everything is over now. Prowl is safe. But we have to tell him." Optimus said in his always kind and gentle voice.

Optimus had taken care of both the brothers when their parents had died. He loved them both. Many people had said it was wrong for someone so young as him to take in the two siblings. But there just hadn't been anyone else, and Optimus was not about to let them get dragged into an orphanage where they would probably be separated.

"W- why?" Came the muffled inquiry.

"'Cause if we don't, he'll just bug us till we tell 'im and Ah'd rather he know so he can keep an eye out fer trouble."

"But -"

"No Bluestreak. Jazz is right." Ratchet intervened. "This is something Prowl has the right to know. And we can't just deny giving him the knowledge of what happened to him." He let out a heavy sigh. "But I can't say I'm not glad he doesn't remember. As Bluestreak said, he won't have to to go through the process of healing his mind. These kind of things... I've had cases like this... what's left of the person..." He trailed off, looking past the three men, expression grim as he remembered the lost look in his patients eyes and the screams when they'd have nightmares. Family and friends were the ones that would take care of the person, so Ratchet had never had to personally interact with one of them. But Prowl was part of his family, and now he knew the pain his patient's family had gone threw. "I wouldn't know where to start helping him. No, Bluestreak is right, it's actually a blessing that we doesn't have a single memory of it."

Optimus and Jazz shared a worried and helpless look. Putting it that way, they hoped Prowl never had to face his memories. But now they were back to nothing. Since the start of the investigation, they hadn't had a clue. There was nothing, no location, no prints, no security footage, no witnesses! It was like whoever had taken Prowl had appeared and vanished into thin air.

"So we tell him what we know." Optimus concluded. "What then?"

"For starters, he has to be discharged, I wish I could keep him here for ever. I don't feel like letting him out there again after this."

Jazz nodded, understanding where the medic was coming from. In all honestly, Jazz's first thoughts had been to lock the younger boy someplace safe and keep him there. If Prowl hated him for that then so be it. If they had had theculprit under lock and key, he might let him out. But they knew nothing. Prowl's kidnapper hadn't contacted them, hadn't even let anyone know they had him. Worst of all, it killed Jazz not knowing the WHY!

Letting out a frustrated sigh he asked; "When can we see 'im?"

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One more thing! I don't know what job to give Optimus!! I was thinking on a police officer like Jazz but I didn't like the idea so much, then came principal at Blue's school but that sounds dumb... it has to be something cool and Optimus like but I can't think of anything!!! HELP MEH!!!! X3

Anyway... We get to see a bot of history from each person. Age will be posted in the next chapter.

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