Prowl and Jazz stood before the computer console of Iacon Central Hospital. Normally you only had to enter the designation of the patient you wished to visit and the computer would show you the location but they didn't know the sparkling's name.

"Now what?" Jazz sighed.

"Let's try the information counter," Prowl suggested, pointing to his left.

Jazz nodded and half walked-half danced to the counter. "'Scuse meh, m' mech, we'd like ta visit a sparkling but we don't know his name," he said with one of his famous charming smiles.

The dark blue minibot was not impressed. "Do you have any idea how many sparklings are there in this hospital?"

"Ah brought him 'ere yesterday."

The mech shook his helm in exasperation. "That only reduces your search to 15 sparklings."

Prowl stepped forward. "He's a Praxian. How many Praxian sparklings are there in this hospital?" he asked with subtle sarcasm.

"Oh. Second floor, Sector D, room 201."

They thanked him with a nod and followed the hospital map.

The name tag of room D201 read

Sunstreaker (patient)
Sideswipe (his twin – DO NOT SEPARATE!)
Unknown Praxian sparkling

Overseeing medic: Fixit /

Ratchet tEh haTChEt

Jazz snickered at the nickname written in messy sparkling glyphs and pinged the door open. The first thing he saw was a red sparkling doing a handstand to amuse the other two occupants of the room – a bright yellow mechlet and the little grey Praxian. Without hesitation Jazz also did a handstand and walked in on his servos.

"Hey there," he grinned at the red mechlet.

"Hey," the sparkling grinned back. "You're cool!"

"Why, thank ya! Ya seem pretty cool yourself. Ah'm Jazz, by the way," he winked and dropped back on his pedes.

"Sideswipe." The red twin followed his lead. "That's my twin Sunny," he indicated the yellow sparkling.

"Don't call me that!" the brightly coloured mechlet glared at his brother who sat down next to him despite having a free berth for himself. "My designation is Sunstreaker, bitbrain."

Jazz smiled at Sunstreaker and turned to the doorwinged sparkling sitting on the third berth. "Hey there, lil' one. Remember meh?"

The mechlet nodded and offered a shy smile.

"There's somebot who's been lookin' forward ta meeting ya..." the black and white enforcer winked and turned to Prowl, who had been standing unnoticed at the doorstep. The sparkling's optics brightened in shock, his doorwings rising and mouth falling open. Pretty much the reaction Prowl had had seeing him yesterday.

"This is Prowl," he introduced his partner, who was looking at him helplessly, unsure what to do.

The sparkling suddenly reached out with both servos and made a grabbing motion.

"He wants ya t' pick 'im up," Jazz translated.

The elder Praxian tensed. "I have never held a sparkling."

"C'mon, Prowler, it's not rocket science. Ya let 'im put his servos 'round your neck, put one servo under 'im to hold his weight and use your free servo for additional stability."

Grateful for clear instructions that were easy to follow Prowl came closer and lifted the mechlet up. The grey Praxian immediately clung to him. It was awkward at first but, much to Prowl's surprise, after a while it felt natural and... quite pleasant actually. Following an unknown subroutine, he instinctively rubbed the space between the quivering tiny doorwings to soothe the distressed mechlet.

"D'awww..." Jazz's grin threatened to split his face in two if it got any bigger.

Sunstreaker promptly grabbed a datapad and began sketching furiously. "Don't move. Don't you dare moving!" he warned.

Prowl decided to oblige him.

"So, lil' one, ya got a designation?" Jazz asked.

The mechlet only clung tighter to Prowl. Sideswipe shrugged; Sunstreaker didn't even bother looking up.

"Hmm, what shall we call ya?"

The mechlet flicked his doorwings: I don't care.

"Oh, I know!" the red twin smirked. "Turbo-puppy! He even looks like one! Oww, Sunny, what was that for?"

"Don't mind him. He's adopted," Sunstreaker remarked and inspected his datapad for damage caused by its contact with his brother's helm. Satisfied that he found none, he resumed sketching.

"How would you call him, glitch-head?"

"Hmm... Silverstreak."

"That's actually a very nice designation, if ya ask meh," Jazz declared. "What d' ya think, lil' one?"

He was answered with an indecisive flutter of grey doorwings.

"Oh, well. How 'bout ya, Prowler? How would ya call yar sparkling?"

The black and white Praxian didn't take long to come up with an answer: "Blues."

"Blues?" Sideswipe whispered. "What kind of designation it that?"

"One that goes rather well with 'Jazz', idiot," his brother muttered.

"Oh," the red twin nodded in understanding. Then it clicked. "Oh! Yuck, I'm gonna get some energon. Call me when they're done with the mushy stuff!"

Mushy stuff indeed, Jazz agreed. It did feel like he was going to turn into mush any click. Prowl had just implied that he would consider having sparklings with him... That meant Prowler would be willing to bond with Jazz (and make Jazz the happiest bot on Cybertron, cliché as it sounds)! A brief thought flashed through the saboteur's processor – was it possible to die of happiness? Because Jazz sure was dangerously close to finding out...

Being too young to have a subspace pocket, Sideswipe could only choose between drinking his cube where he was or carry it back to the room. He went with the first option, and dropped the empty cube into the recycler. He automatically grabbed a cube for Sunny before remembering that his twin was supposed to drink that yucky special enriched whatnot, also known as weird green slime. With a shrug he headed into the game room to see if he could have some fun before returning. Luck was with him that orn – one of the consoles was free. Sides quickly claimed it for himself. The console contained a vast selection of games for all age groups: tactical, logical, mathematical, puzzles, racing games, shooting games, construction games, chemical reactions simulator, piloting simulations... Not that Sideswipe was interested in any of those. He picked his favourite fighting game at the toughest difficulty.

"Sideswipe?"

Left, left... Dodge! Aaand low kick! Ha, take that!

"-wipe, are you listening?"

"Mhm?" No... nonono, not there! BLOCK IT, YOU GLITCH! Uff, that was close...

"How is your brother?"

Round one winner: Sideswipe. Oh yeah, Sideswipe's the king! Oh, someone was asking him about Sunny. Slag it, couldn't they see he was busy? "Better. His tank still aches sometimes but he feels much better now. Finally charged last night." There. Now leave him be, he had a game to win. Round two was starting.

"...Praxian sparkling? Do you know his designation?"

What now? JUMP! Meh, lucky glitch. Something about Praxians and designations? He couldn't quite remember. 'Streak' like in Sunstreaker and... some colour? No, Greystreak didn't sound right. A music style! Something to go with Jazz... "Blues-Streak or something..." Drop-kick!

"Bluestreak?"

Yeah, sure, whatever. Just leave already! He was losing, slag it! "Mhm..."

"Thank you. I'll stop by later, alright?"

Fraggin' finally... DODGE, YOU AFT-HEAD! No, that doesn't count! He'd been distracted! Not fair!

Too bad the computer wasn't accepting complaints.