As the weeks wore on, Chromia settled into her life in the Autobot base and starting getting along with bots more, even Ironhide, although they still had a few spats now and then.

She was on her way to another day of training bots when she bumped into Prowl, scattering a few of the datapads he was carrying.

"Sorry Prowl" Chromia said sheepishly, helping him pick up the datapads

"It's fine, Chromia." Prowl laughed, "It's just my reports to Optimus. He won't mind if some of them are cracked." He handed her a datapad from the top of his stack, "Would you mind giving this to Jazz for me when you see him?"

"Love letters?" Chromia grinned wickedly, trying to turn the datapad on and discovering it was locked with a passcode.

"Glitch, please." Prowl rolled his optics, "Like I would put my love letters in your servos."

Chromia laughed at Prowl's unusually sassy remark as Optimus came around the corner. He spotted the stack of datapads and said, "Prowl, I can take those." Prowl handed them to him complacently and Optimus asked, "Have you found anymore WC signals?"

"No." Prowl said glumly, at the same time Chromia asked, "What's a WC?"

"Wandering Cybertronian" Prowl explained

"It's been nearly a month since we found one, and that was you and your femmes, Chromia." Optimus sighed, "I would hate to believe it, but you femmes may have been the last Autobots, which would mean there are only about forty of us left."

"Primus." Chromia shook her helm

"Luckily the Well is still at full functioning and giving sparks to all of the Cybertronians being born." Prowl said, trying to lighten the mood, "It won't be just the forty of us forever."

"True." Chromia agreed. She said goodbye to the two mechs and continued on to the training room.

Jazz and Ironhide were already there, and Ironhide was in the middle of training Smokescreen while Jazz watched.

She crossed the room and handed him the datapad, "Here. It's from Prowl."

"Thank you, darlin' " Jazz opened the datapad and typed in the security passcode as Chromia watched Ironhide and Smokescreen.

They were goofing off a lot more than actually training, and the way they acted reminded Chromia of an older and younger brother. Ironhide grabbed Smokescreen in a loose chokehold and noogied his helm, grinning as Smokescreen tried to get free.

" 'Hide" He laughed finally, "Leggo, I can't get out."

"Naw, kid" Ironhide smirked, "I ain't lettin ya out; you gotta get out yourself."

As Smokescreen continued to struggle uselessly, Chromia turned to Jazz, who was still reading, "Aren't they cute?"

Jazz smiled, his visor still trained on the screen, "Smokescreen's practically 'Hide's little bro. He looks up to him a lot." He finished reading the datapad and shoved it and his servos in his subspaces, still wearing that happy grin.

"What'd it say?"

"What'd what say?" He replied distractedly

"The datapad."

"Oh." Jazz grinned, "Chromia, you're single right?"

Chromia's mouth dropped open and about a thousand thoughts ran through her processor, "Why?"

"Because if you are" Jazz chuckled, "Then I can tease you mercilessly about how I have a date tonight and you don't!" He began turning cartwheels and handsprings, singing, "I got a date with my hot boyfriend toooooniiiiiight!"

"Really?" Chromia laughed as Jazz cartwheeled in a full circle around her and sprung up off his servos to stand beside her, "That's great!"

Jazz's visor shone happily, "Yup. He finished his work early, so now he's all miiiiiine" He hugged himself and said to her, "You and 'Hide can handle the training room for the night, can't ya?"

"Sure." Chromia smiled as Jazz fist pumped, "Damn, you're really excited, huh? It's just a date."

"Prowler and I don't go on too many dates." Jazz was now examining the condition of his armour, wondering if it was too late to go get a polish.

"Why is that?"

Jazz said nonchalantly, "He's busy. I'm busy. People look at us weird while on said date."

"Bastards." Chromia said automatically and then sighed, "That must really suck, Jazz."

Jazz shrugged, "It bothers Prowler more than it bothers me. I really couldn't give less of a frag what people think."

"Good." Chromia clapped Jazz on the back, "I hope you guys have a wonderful time."

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Jazz stuck around for another hour, bouncy and impatient for the day to be over the whole time, until Ironhide and Chromia finally told him to quit bugging them and go get ready for his date.

He flew out the door of the training room, shouting back, "I'll see you single pringles later!"

Ironhide and Chromia glanced at each other, uneasy since they hadn't been alone together in a while, and Chromia couldn't help but wonder when Jazz said "single pringles" if Ironhide was included in that as well.

"Wanna spar?" He asked, interrupting her somewhat disturbing train of thought.

"A chance to humiliate you again?" She teased, "How could I ever turn that down?"

Ironhide grinned, "Not this time, femme. I've been practicing."

"Have you now?" They began sparring, ducking around each other's blows and blocking. Eventually, Chromia got behind Ironhide, fully expecting him to mess up and try to reach behind himself. But instead, he dropped into a crouch and kicked her legs out from under her, and surprised, she toppled over on top of him.

Chromia winced and rubbed her nose from where it had banged against his chassis and looked up into his startled blue optics. Their frames were parallel to the ground, and his arm was curled around her waist from when they had fallen.

She could feel his intakes hitch as he said, "Well. That wasn't what I thought would happen."

She raised an optic ridge, "What did you think would happen if you knocked my legs out?"

He flushed, "Honestly? I thought you would dodge it somehow. Or maybe fall over backwards."

"Ah"

There was a silence for a moment and then, "...You're still on top of me."

"Scrap." Chromia turned a little blue and rolled off of him, "Sorry." She stood and said awkwardly, "I'm gonna go, um, work with the training dummy."

He grinned at her discomfort, but just nodded. Who knew Chromia could get so embarrassed?

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When they day was finally over, Chromia said goodnight to Ironhide and began walking back to her quarters. About halfway there, she remembered she had left her ankle plates in the training room from when she had been rolling her ankles.

She returned to the darkened room, and realized quickly that there was someone in there, in the dark. She flipped on the lights quickly, revealing the bot training at the punching bag.

It was Jazz, his back to her. She sighed, relieved and said, "Hey Jazz."

"Hey." He replied quickly, throwing another punch at the bag.

She went to grab her ankle plates and then stopped, remembering something, "Jazz...aren't you supposed to be on a date with Prowl?"

He let out a shaky laugh, leaning his helm against the punching bag, "Supposed to be."

Confused, she went up to him and a put a servo on his shoulder, and he jerked around to look at her. And Chromia saw that Jazz, happy, sparkly, upbeat Jazz, had tears slipping silently down his faceplates.

"Jazz!" She said, shocked, "What happened?"

He wiped the tears away from his optics, doorwings drooping, "Me and my big fat mouth."