This is a one shot in response to a request from flamingmarsh. They put in a request to show the reactions of others on the base if Prowl and Jazz were hurt. This was what I came up with. Sorry it took so long flamingmarsh. I hope you and others enjoy it. It's entirely from one mech's POV. I'll let you figure out who that mech is.

Please, enjoy.


The attack had come from within. Perhaps a spy amongst our ranks or a saboteur. The bomb was meant for my brother. I was relieved to find that he wasn't anywhere near his quarters at the time of detonation. If he'd been an ordinary bot he'd have been in deep recharge and blown to bits. But then my brother and I were anything but ordinary.

Alas, while my brother had been spared. Many others were not.

Since it was late at night, much of the residence section of the base had been full of recharging mechs or femmes. The officers' quarters closest to my brother's and mine room took the most of the damage. Ratchet was thankfully recharging in his chair in his office like always. Ironhide our resident weapon's specialist was in the femme's section of the base with his femme, Chromia. Shade our head of special operations was away on a mission.

They were unharmed.

However, we lost our military tactician, chief engineer, and security director. Our city commander, Ultra Magnus was buried like many others with severe injuries. Ratchet's working on him now in surgery. He's confident the mech will survive. As will the others that were pulled from the debris, including myself.

I happened to be in the hallway heading to my quarters when the explosion erupted. Luckily I was still far enough away to avoid the blast but close enough to not entirely avoid the destruction. And not injured badly enough to be taking up valuable space in the medical bay.

"Sir! You still need tending too!" First Aid exclaimed, leaving his current patient.

"I'm fine. I will return when you are less busy. Besides, they could use the help searching for the others," my tone authoritative leaving no room for debate from the young medi-bot.

With that I left the medical bay and headed for the residence.

The base was still on high alert with security guards sweeping every room for another possible explosive device. The more sensitive areas of the base like the command center and our officers were already been cleared. I heard Ironhide's distinct voice in the distance barking out orders at them to make sure they didn't miss anything.

I continued on, entering the residence.

Smoke's pungent scent hung heavily mixed with the smell of dried energon. Dust wafted slowly through the air. Beams of light from the mechs and femmes still searching the debris danced across the area.

The section was unrecognizable. Twisted metal littered the area. Strong support beams jutted out and were horrible misshapen. The very ground creaked and moaned beneath my feet making me question the stability of the area.

Frankly, I'm amazed there were any survivors!

I looked up at the familiar voice I saw my brother.

Of course he'd be. Where else would he be during such a crisis?

I swiftly made my way towards him.

"Megatron, shouldn't you still be in the medical bay?" Optimus asked, concern deeply expressed in his optics.

"I'm fine and I'm here to help. Has everyone been accounted for?"

"All but two," my brother replied solemnly and I felt the sadness…the guilt from within.

"Who are they?" I asked softly.

"The youngling mechs, Prowl and Jazz."

"Then let us find them," I replied, firmly squeezing his shoulder for reassurance. "They may be a pain in my aft and two of the most meddlesome younglings I've ever met. But I see why you and many others care for them so much. They're pure of spark and give us hope for the future."

Optimus gave me a look.

"Don't be so surprised. Just because I don't show my feelings like you do, doesn't mean I don't care," I remarked.

"Thank you brother," Optimus sighed then led me carefully up a pile of debris. "I figure if we find one of them we'll find the other."

"I've noticed they're inseparable despite the fact they are opposites."

"Much like you and me when we were their age," he pointed out.

I nodded with a smile.

Then we set out to do our task and started clearing the debris with our hands. Between the two of us, being probably the two strongest mechs on the base, much of the heavier wreckage was easily handled and disposed of. It didn't take long for word to go around the base that Prowl and Jazz were still missing.

I heard the whispered prayers from many as more and more volunteers showed up and continued to help well into the morning hours. Their concern was evident in the tone of their voices. And to be honest, I was somewhat surprised the troublesome duo had affected so many.

Their plight worried my brother the most. I know he felt guilty for having them on the base. I warned him time and time again that younglings had no place on the base. Yet, I too was worried. No bot deserved to die at such a young age. And I found myself praying to Primus as well.

"Optimus!" I whispered, moving gently when I thought I heard a muffled cry.

"I heard it too," he spoke softly back, standing beside me. Then he got on his hands and knees and shouted at the mess. "JAZZ! PROWL!"

"Jazz here!" came a very faint muffled reply. "Hurry, Prowl's hurt!"

My brother and I went into action with desperation.

"Get Ratchet if he's available!" I ordered the nearest mech. "Form a line so we can clear this debris! Hound, keep scanning for structural integrity, we can't risk more of this mess collapsing onto the little mechs."

"Scanning now, Megatron. Jazz's life signs are weak but steady, energy levels low. Prowl…he's barely registering!"

"Let's hurry!" Optimus ordered and we hurry we did.

Together my brother and I pulled away piece by piece of the younglings' metal entombment. For several agonizing klicks it seemed we weren't getting any closer until we saw a small hand suddenly appear through a gap.

"Jazz!" Optimus exclaimed, grabbing hold of the youngling's hand.

"Hurry, I can't wake Prowl up," the youngling wept.

"Megatron, give me a hand."

"I see it, Optimus," I said, together we lifted the final heavy beam. I made sure I had a good strong grip on it. "Get them! I can't hold this for long."

I didn't need to tell my brother twice. His upper body disappeared into the hole. Then he came up a few moments later with one unconscious little mech in one arm and an exhausted little mech in the other.

A roar erupted from the crowd of volunteers.

And I watched as my brother quickly took the little mechs directly to Ratchet. Knowing my brother, he'd spend his time worrying for the mechs so I took it upon myself to set about supervising the clean up. I even had Ironhide work on assigning new temporary quarters for us.

I laughed to myself. The mech wasn't happy with his assignment. He'd rather be blowing drones up instead of doing such tedious work. Yet he did his job well as always. Everyone did. And it wasn't until the next jour, after a good night's recharge that I saw my brother smiling as he worked diligently in his office, sparing a moment to tell me the wonderful news.

It seemed the little mechs were going to be ok.

For some reason I ventured into the medical bay. Perhaps because what Optimus said was true that Prowl and Jazz are close despite being opposites. My brother and I often do not see optic to optic yet we are still brothers and love each other as such.

"Ah, here to finally get your scratches and dents tended to?" Ratchet questioned.

"I'm fine. My repair systems took care of them," I responded, moving over to the recharging younglings. "How are the little ones?"

Ratchet shot me a surprised look. I merely huffed at him to just get on with it.

"Jazz's leg had a severe break so thankfully, he won't be running around annoying the slag out of us for a few jours," the CMO answered. "Prowl is stuck in here until his winglets completely heal. I was lucky to save them."

A monitor beeped somewhere in the room, capturing Ratchet's attention.

"Excuse me," he said then hurried away.

I watched him heading over to Magnus before returning my gaze to the younglings. One of them was awake and looking at me in dismay.

"Don't be so surprised, Jazz," I smiled. "I may be a grouch but I'm not a sparkless fragger as many would believe."

The little mech nodded then started looking around until he found Prowl on the medical birth beside him.

"Is Prowl ok?" he asked, trying to sit up.

"He will be according to Ratchet."

"I was scared when I head the explosion," Jazz shuddered, tears flowing freely down his faceplates. "Prowl said not to worry that he knew what to do."

"He protected you from the falling debris, didn't he?"

Jazz nodded, trembling.

"He's a true friend. One day I'm sure you will be able to repay him."

"Yes, Sir," he wept, wiping his tears.

Suddenly Prowl started crying in agony sounding very much like a distressed sparkling. When I looked over I could see he was in great pain by the way he lay on his side, clutching the thermal blanket with his hands.

"Ratchet!" I shouted, moving to hold the young mech still.

"Little fragger woke up too soon," the medic grumbled.

"Just do something for the pain, disconnect the sensor relays of his wings or something!"

"I can't do that, his winglets are still healing and any loss of sensor input no matter how short can permanently damage them. But the fact that he can feel the pain in them is a good sign. It means I was successful in reattaching them. There, he should recharge without pain for the rest of the morning."

Indeed, the cries died down. So did the tremors through the young mech's form.

"Is he ok?" a soft voice meekly asked.

"He's fine Jazz. He just needs to recharge so don't disturb him, ok?"

"Ok, Ratchet."

"Now, if you'll excuse me I'm going to go finish my report. Optimus is anxious for it."

I watched the CMO leave before turning my attention back to Jazz. The little mech was still crying, the desire to help his friend evident in his concerned gaze. I decided to help him by gently lifting him and laying him beside his friend so they could share the medical birth.

I know it was an uncharacteristic show of compassion on my part but I felt compelled to do so. These two young mechs seemed to draw that out from mechanisms, warming the hardest of spark such as my own. Well except for Ratchet. He gets crankier when Prowl and Jazz and playing near his medical bay.

"This way you both aren't alone," I smiled to Jazz, carefully covering them both up. "And if Prowl wakes up in pain you'll be there for him."

"Thank you, Megatron Sir. Will…will you come back to see how we're doing?"

"I'm not sure," I mused. "I have a busy schedule today."

"I understand," Jazz sighed disappointedly.

"Perhaps, I will come by later and make sure Ratchet is treating you well. If he doesn't, I'll make him."

"How Sir?"

"I'm the only bot around that could scare him," I winked making him giggle softly. "No recharge."

Jazz yawned as he nodded and quickly fell into recharge snuggled up beside his friend. And I turned to leave only to see Ratchet standing there with his arms folded across his chest, amused grin on his face.

"So Megatron, you're not such a sparkless mech after all," he commented, handing me a datapad.

I growled at him, yanking it out of his hand.

"My mistake," he chuckled and turned around. "Give that to Optimus for me. Thanks. And for the record, I'm not afraid of you."

After one last look at the innocent younglings I left thinking that my brother was much wiser than he looked. True it was a danger to have younglings on the base. Yet, the reward of having them around for morale far out weighted the risks.

Oh Primus, I'd better not tell Optimus that. He'll think I've turned soft!


Next update with be the request from DitzyMusicLover. Also, I'm still accepting special requests for more one shots if anyone is interested. One condition, the little rascals must be younglings in your request.