A/n: Hey ya'll what's up? So I had to rework this story in my head, coz at first I wasn't going to use Galloway but Eunice Pacheco gave my a great idea, so a cyber-high five to you. Anyways, I will stop talking...like...

now.

Disclaimer: Don't own TF but I own Nightfire aka Nathaniel

Chapter 3

Have you abandoned me?

Jazz woke up from his recharge when he recieved the message. There was sadness, feeling of abandonment, unloved, in the deeper meaning. He felt his spark tighten and all he wanted to do was to hold whoever it was in his arms.

But why did his spark hurt so much?

Did you even care about me? That's when Jazz realized that the sad, spark messages he was getting was from his sparkling. His sparkling, Nightfire, was still alive. Alive, hopefully well, somewhere.

I did not abandon you, my sweet sparkling. Your Sire and I love you more than anything. He sent a message back, hoping to get a reply. He rubbed his helm, debating whether or not he should tell the others that Nightfire is alive. By Primus, he wished Prowl was here with him.

Will I ever see you and Sire?

Jazz smiled. Of course you will.

Jazz felt his sparkling's spark warm up to his words. Jazz smiled at the feeling, knowing his sparkling had hope in seeing his Creators again and Jazz, himself, pushing on the orns until he can see Nightfire again. Prowl... Prowl immediately came into Jazz's thoughts. Prowl was still on Cybertron, leading a team and holding on to whatever is left on the war-torn planet. He knew that he had to let his spark-mate know immediately that their mechling was still alive.

Whenever you need me, just open up your heart and I will answer , Jazz said.

I will

_(Jazz Transition)_

Jazz wanted to skip and jump with joy. After his unexpected, sparkful chat he had with his Nightfire, he wanted to search for him. Leave the Ark quietly, not let anyone know where he went, search for his sparkling and when he finds him, let everyone else know. He didn't notice that he was out of his quarters, wondering around the Ark with a smile on his face. When he snapped to it, he found Ratchet staring at him.

"What?" he asked.

"What's gotten you into a good mood?" Ratchet asked back.

"Well," Jazz started, his spark was starting to flutter, "I, uh, I got a spark message from Nightfire." Ratchet's optics widened. "Nightfire is alive."

"Are you sure?" Ratchet hugged Jazz.

"Yeah," Jazz said. "I spark searched him. I know it is, I just don't know where he is exactly. I didn't have much to go by which means he doesn't know much of how to work things."

Ratchet smiled. "I'll be sure to give him a look over."

_(Jazz Transition)_

Jazz told his entire team about his little chat with Nightfire, and to be honest, he felt overwhelmed. Optimus promised that after they find the spark, they will search for Nightfire, and Jazz was thankful for them voluntaring to help him.

:Jazz to Prowl:

:Hello Jazz, I'm a bit busy: Came the SIC, ninjabot, response. Jazz couldn't help but frown at the response but also smirk to himself.

:Too busy for your spark-mate?: There came no response from his mate. :Well, stop your paperwork and listen. Nightfire is alive:

:He's what?!:

Jazz heard the confusion mixed in with complete happiness and joy; which was rare coming from Prowl. Prowl was all about the mission, his duty, and keeping the Decepticons at bay-before Nightfire and even after. After when Nightfire was sent away, Prowl focused deeply on his work and the team's; he showed affection to Jazz in private, before he would show it openly in public. : Our sparkling is alive:

Prowl's giggle and cry came over the comm. :Where is he? Do we know of his location?: His spark-mate was starting to through questions from every angle.

:All I know is he is alive. He somehow spark-messaged me. I'll look deeper when he does it again:

:Let me know immediately: Prowl somewhat pleaded with him as if Jazz was going to not allow him to see his sparkling.

:Of course I will, love:

_(Jazz Transition)_

Smokescreen didn't know how long he was in recharge, but he did, however woke up a bit cramped and what the human's called the 'sun' was rising in the sky. It was probably ten in the morning, maybe more than that. Smokescreen noticed Bumblebee across the lot, they stopped at a used car shop. He reved his engine, trying to get his fellow scout's attention so he could get some answer of what was their plan for the day so they can hurry up and find the Allspark.

Bumblebee reved his engine back. "What?" he sounded a bit grumpy.

"What are we up to today?" Smokescreen asked. "I want to find the Allspark quickly."

Bumblebee was silent for a few nanokliks. "I will find this Sam Witwicky and you will scout the area of any Decepticons. And if you spot any, comm me and I will show."

Smokescreen reved again, agreeing to the plan.

_(Jazz transition)_

Epps opened the door, he let the boy sleep in and called the school that Nathaniel might be in later on. He smiled at the sight; Nathaniel was sprawled over the bed, his upper body was hanging off the edge, his pillow was on the floor, his mouth wide open and he was just snoring away. In a sense, it made him sad because he knew the boy barely slept at home and if he did it was very little; in a different sense, it was a funny sight. Lennox peeked through. Epps called him the other night, telling him that it was indeed time for them to help Nathaniel know who he really is.

Both of the soldiers quietly moved in the room. Epps and Lennox went as close as they can without giving the boy any feeling that there was someone in the room with him. The two soldiers looked at each other with a smile. And at the top of their lungs, they screamed. It was a misunderstatement to say Nathaniel was woke up startled. Nathaniel woke up, screaming himself, falling off the bed. His heart was racing in his chest. He looked up at the two adults, whom were laughing their heads off.

Nathaniel rubbed his head. "What time is it?" He frowned at the both of them.

"It's ten o'clock. I called the school and told them you'd be in later," Epps said. "We are going to the base, learning starts today."

Lennox laughed. "Try not to fall getting changed, Nathan." And with that, they left.

_(Jazz Transition)_

After getting ready, the three went off to the base. Nathaniel followed closely behind Epps and Lennox when they were entering; he could hear the two explaining the rules while he was zoning them out and looking around. They came to a large room, telling by the looks of it, it looked like it was a 'what-you-would-do-in-the-field-practice'.

"So, let us begin, shall we," Lennox said with a smile on his face, completely dumbfounding Nathaniel.

"So what's first?" he asked.

"I want you to focus," Lennox said. "Try revealing any pass memories. Anything that would help you out."

Nathaniel raised an eyebrow. He was expecting them to help him find if he can turn into a robot, but starting with a memory was something of a surprise. He didn't argue or question, he closed his eyes, relaxing himself and let the memories flow in.

He stared into the optics off the white and black ech. The mech had a smile on his face plate as he played with the sparkling's fingers. "Mah sweet little sparkling." He smiled.

A black and gold mech came beside the white and black mech, giving a kiss on his lips. "I think his designation should be Nightwatch. It seems suitable."

"It seems suitable, but I want something that fits him, Prowl."

"Nightwatch fits him," Prowl pushed on the name but Jazz wasn't going to cave in so easily.

"I like Blaze and Nightfire," Jazz voiced out his opinion of names.

Prowl pondered them for a nanoklik, as he looked down at his newborn sparkling. "I do like the Night names better. Nightfire or Nightwatch?"

"Nightfire fo sure," Jazz smiled.

"Nightwatch," Prowl argued jokingly. Jazz passed the curious sparkling to his Sire, the sparkling cooed up at him. Jazz smiled at the sight. "Nothing will ever harm you."

Nathaniel slowly opened his eyes, finding the two soldiers looking at him. He felt his heart tighten at the memory, at the names of his...Creators. If that even sounded right to call them that. Jazz and Prowl...those were the names. Those were his Creators. His Sire and Carrier. His name...they argued about his name, but at the end it came to Nightfire.

Nightfire.

Nightfire, the sparkling of Jazz and Prowl.

"Did it work?" Epps asked.

"Yeah,"Nathaniel said slowly. "It...did." He felt the stares from the two. "I-It was a memory. A memory of when I was born, I think, my Creators held me and debating on what to call me. Jazz and Prowl were their names." He paused. "My name is Nightfire."

"Did it-"

"No," he cut off Lennox. "Last night, I talked to one of my Creators, Jazz. He told me that they are searching for me."

Epps and Lennox didn't say anything else. There was a moment of silence between the three as Nathaniel was thinking things over. On the first note, he was glad that he wasn't the biological son of Galloway and glad he didn't have to take on the abusive ass hole. Frag him. Second, he was really a robot. That, one must admit, is pretty cool, even though he looks human. Third, he had a way of communicating with one of his Creators...Jazz. He did wish he can communicate with the other, or talk to them together...even seeing them would be great. Fourth, he accessed an old memory, probably one of his many first memories, of his Creators and of where he comes from. And lastly, he knows his designation. He smiled at that thought. He was Nightfire, and to him it sounded perfect to him.

"I want to be called Nightfire," he said. "Just between us for now, I would like to use my real designation."

A/N: I just finished this chapter, so yeah. I was going to post three chapters today but I;m tired from work. But hey, relax. My brain shall not sleep!