Title: Holding Out For A Hero Bonus Scene #1- Youngling
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairings: Jazz, Mirage, Youngling Prowl, various others - some canon some not.
Warnings:
Universe: WW and G1 mix
Disclaimer: I, in no way, shape, or form, own the Transformers© franchise or the characters it contains. They belong to Has/Tak, No infringement intended.

Summary: Just what is involved in raising a youngling who just happens to have highly sophisticated logic processors and a super tactical computer in his head?

HOFAH - Bonus Scene # 2 – Youngling 2 - This takes place abouta ½ vorn after the first bonus scene

Jazz was lounging in a chair on one side of the round conference room table. He'd gone as far as to actually put his feet up on the table as he leaned back in his chair. Just another thing to annoy the Prime's Third, whom few if any in Op's liked anyway. Jazz knew the feeling was mutual.

Maybe if the two parties had started out on better terms things would have been smoother between them. Maybe. But Jazz had his doubts. Two deca-cycles into his new post and the Third had learned that Prowl, a youngling only half way through his youngling stage was running sims. And not just any regular sim, but Op's Level Two sims. Jazz had been sent to the brig for insubordination when confronted about it and Prowl had retaliated to his Guardian's incarceration by pulling a small prank on the Third. The relationship between the Prime's Third in Command and the entire Special Operation's Group - especially including Prowl - had been a slow spiral to the Pit from that point on a half vorn ago.

Apparently for Prowl, the Pit had been reached an orn ago and the youngling had unleashed a doozy of a prank on Prime's Third last joor. In some ways Jazz was surprised the youngling had lasted this long. It was certainly a testament to the patience Prowl would one day wield as an adult. That Prowl, a youngling with the highly sophisticated processor he had, had tolerated the situation he had found himself in for half a vorn was impressive indeed. Prowl's retaliation while spectacular pointed to one fact really; that everyone tended to forget that Prowl - highly advanced processors and battle computer aside - was still at spark just a youngling.

Mirage sat near Jazz, a politely neutral expression on his face. Directly across from them were Prime himself, as well as the Prime's Second and Third. Halfway around to the right, between the two main groups was the Op's Commander and halfway around to the left was the CMO Ratchet. Three of the five Command officers were busy in a heated discussion and ignoring the two Op's Captains. Prime and his Second were letting it all go for the moment.

"You're enjoying this" Mirage whispered quietly to Jazz.

"Absolutely. I told him in the beginning that he was welcome to try entertaining Prowl himself. I just didn't think he take me up on the challenge. And if he was going to except the challenge you'd of thought he would've been more constructive about it."

Mirage interrupted in the natural pause Jazz had offered. "He probably didn't understand that keeping Prowl's processor entertained is really a challenge. I'm sure he saw your comment as you being sarcastic and disrespectful."

"Ok, fine. Maybe I misled him… a bit. But rote drills? I mean really, pit, can you think of a better way to give that youngling's processor too much time to think? Denying Prowl the sims and replacing them with dull drills are exactly what led to all these pranks for the past half vorn.

"Yes, but dots in his office?

"I'm surprised Prowl didn't break out the heavy artillery sooner."

Mirage hissed "were lucky he didn't break out the heavy artillery period! Twenty dots in that confined space is bad enough."

"It was only eighteen. Prowl said according to his calculations any more than 18 and the mech would have had busted audios. And he wasn't looking for damage…serious damage anyway."

"Yes, well the superficial damage is bad enough."

"Mirage, you gotta be impressed. I am. The Commander is. It took some time to re-configure eighteen dots for motion activated detonation. Dots are pressure activated when we place them. Prowl had to rig them for wireless activation as well as motion detection detonation. Not to mention he had to gain access to the section of the armory where we store them. Huh. I guess this explains why he was so well behaved this last orn. He was busy."

"You're being impressed is not going to help our situation."

"You're just upset he launched his attack before you left on your next mission.

"And the little Glitch doesn't know how lucky he is that I depart on that op as soon as this meeting is over. That his war against one of the Command Officers has put me under the scrutiny of The Prime himself does not please me."

"Relax Raj, look at Prime. He knows what's been going on. Prowl is about to have his access to the sims returned to him and his education handed back to us."