Chapter IV

Jazz kept trying to apologize to Dina. He must have said it at least forty times, and forty times Dina said no. They were walking back towards the lake to get the girls back home and promised them that they would find a foster home and get adopted. The plan was to have the boys in the same school as them so they could have more friends than the last year. Prowl laughed at the sad attempt by poor Jazz and his multiple times at saying sorry. He turned to Isis.

"We've haven't officially met, have we, Isis?" he smiled. Isis acted polite and smiled back.

"Then how do you know my name?" she said as they walked.

"Sorry about this, but when we kissed I sort of gathered a few of your thoughts," Prowl blushed.

"Anything embarrassing?" Isis said, raising an eyebrow.

"I don't think so," Prowl smiled. "The most embarrassing one I found is when you fell face-first into a cake. You were uh…eleven?"

"Twelve and I was pushed," Isis corrected. "Don't ask me what's more embarrassing than that. Trust me, you don't want to know."

Prowl nodded his head and both looked at Jazz still trying to make Dina forgive him. This time, he was on his knees. Isis leaned over to Prowl.

"She definitely forgives someone after this," she said. "She called him cute, so that helps Jazz in a way. Now, if Jazz makes his apology good, sweet, and longer than five syllables, she'll say-"

"Fine, I forgive you," they heard Dina say. Isis balled her fist and whispered, "Yes!" Jazz stood up and hugged her. During the hug, he picked her up and spun her in a complete circle, almost scaring her, but she laughed anyway.

"Oh, thank you, thank you!" Jazz emphasized. Dina said, "You're welcome" and they walked the rest of the way, holding hands.

"Aww, it's too cute!" Isis said. Dina cocked her head around and stuck out her tongue. Jazz chuckled and turned her head back around. He freed his hand and wrapped it around her shoulder.

"Are there female Autobots?" Isis asked Prowl.

"Not many," Prowl said sadly. "Megatron didn't like how the femmes went over to the Autobot side. Soon he figured out that they were having natural-born Autobots. He started a homicide against them."

"Did you and Jazz go out with any?"

"Nope." Prowl popped his lips on the p. "But I know an old veteran who found his spark mate. Unfortunately, he had to wipe her memory so Megatron wouldn't get a hold of a secret project we were working on. He's regretted it ever since."

"Uh, rewind a bit," Isis said. "Spark mate? Wh-What is that?"

"It's the same concept, but humans call it love-at-first-sight. Except it's ninety-eight percent correct."

"And the other two percent?"

"Messed up entirely."

"Oh." Isis tired to sound as interested as she could, but it wasn't convincing. "Ever wanted to meet one?"

"Not really," he admitted. "Some have told me that they're nothing but trouble. But I did meet one who was very nice. Too bad she wasn't my age. She was way too old." He paused for a second or two. "But Jazz met one his age. He spent most of his time with her until she just…changed and didn't want to talk to him anymore."

"Poor guy," Isis sighed. She looked at how happy Dina and Jazz were in front of them. They were talking and laughing like good friends. "I guess being with Dina makes him feel better, then."

"She does kinda look like Moonlight, his old girlfriend," Prowl said. "Well, you know if she were human."

Isis laughed softly and leaned over so her head was on Prowl's shoulder. Prowl reacted and his arm was across her back and grabbing her right arm and hugged her that way.

"We need to get you a name," she said. "I think you look like an Anthony. Tony for short."

"Tony?" Prowl shrugged. "I guess it's fine. What about Jazz?"

"That can be a nick-name. So his actual name could be Jasper."

"Not bad."

"It's a small talent of mine. I'm good at making names for people and things," Isis bragged. A thought ran into her head and she spoke up. "Do you guys need help at learning about humans and Earth by any chance? I don't think Dina or I could be of much help."

"We'll just, uh…what's it called, Internet?"

"You're gonna surf the Internet? Well, make sure you choose wisely, I don't what you ending up on any porn sites."

"Any what?"

Isis whispered into Prowl's ear and he started blushing and his eyes became wide. "Oh," he said. "I…I had no idea and certainly no intention."

"You'll keep your word at that, won't you?" Isis begged. The last thing she and Dina wanted was having perverted friends.

"A cyber-ninja always keeps his word," Prowl promised.

"Cyber-ninja?" Isis' eyes went wide. "No wonder you were jumping trees so fast. Is Jazz one, too?"

"He's actually completed his training," Prowl said sadly. "He's a bit better than me, but I'm teaching him something that I've been able to master before him; processor over matter."

"See? You don't speak like that when you're on Earth," Isis said, interrupting. "Here it's called a mind. So you say 'mind over matter'."

"Mind over matter…" Prowl whispered to himself. "I'll have to remember that."

Isis smiled and looked up to see smoke. "That's our stop," she said. She turned to look at Prowl. "Why don't you take those glasses off? I bet your really handsome!"

Prowl held his visors to his face. "I'd rather not," he said. Isis groaned, hoping Prowl would obey and take them off if she did so. "Sorry, I've never been without these. I don't know what it might do to me."

"You mean you have glasses on even when you're a giant alien robot?" Isis said in almost a sarcastic tone. Prowl nodded and Isis suddenly felt stupid. "That's kinda lame."

"Hey, I didn't design myself," Prowl joked. "And I don't want to change myself now."

"Amen."

xXx

Author's Note:

Dina: Isis, can you do me a favor?

Isis: Sure!

Dina: Slap Jazz for me.

Isis: ...Pardon?

Dina: Slap him! Hard! In the face! I'm still not over that kiss!

Isis: But I thought you liked that kiss.

Dina: ......Just do what I tell you...