The next orn Prowl sipped his morning cube losing himself in the wonderful caring emotions that Jazz kept sending and Prowl in return sent his own love back. "Prowl."

Prowl shot up rubbing his helm sheepishly "Sorry Creator did you say something?"

Sharpshot eyed his creation worriedly "I have called your name five times Prowl. Are you alright?"

Prowl smiled as Jazz teasingly nudged Prowl's side of the bond "I am perfectly fine."

Sharpshot didn't seem convinced "Well we are going to see a medic for your annual check up anyway." Prowl nodded reassuring Jazz he was fine.

They entered the hospital finding it odd to here cursing and the sound of something clanging off metal. "You could be the Governor of Iacon for all I care but this is my med bay slag it so you do things my way!"

The angry voice was soon put to a red and white medic that was certainly not Praxian.

The gruff voice said "Next."

A Praxian femme walked out of his bay rubbing a dent in her helm carrying a datapad glaring at the floor. Sharpshot said "Excuse me I requested the top medic to check my youngling."

The red and white bot crossed his arms "You're looking at him."

Sharpshot stated "But you are not Praxian!"

The red and white bot rolled his optics "Tell me something I don't know."

Sharpshot was temporarily stunned, the CMO said "Look I'm here on transfer and I've had Praxians giving me grief all orn from jarred doorwings to this attitude that I'm not Praxian therefore I'm not a good doctor. Well I've got news for you, your head Praxian doctor called me in whilst he's on leave so either let the youngling be scanned or get out."

Prowl fought the urge to laugh. After being around Jazz he found this sort of behaviour hilarious where his Creator was appalled.

Prowl scooted forward into the med bay ignoring his Creator's calls for him to return.

The CMO shut the door and picked up a scanner "OK kid my names Ratchet and for this orn I'm your medic. Any complaints?"

Prowl shook his head "No sir."

Ratchet started scanning "Good youngling. Why can't more Praxians have your attitude?"

Prowl shrugged a little "Maybe they just aren't comfortable with other Cybertronians."

Ratchet paused looking at Prowl suspiciously "What did you just say?"

Prowl mentally smacked himself when he realised he's let his shortened speech slip around someone who wasn't Jazz. "Nothing sir."

Ratchet waved a wrench in front of his nose "Look kid I'm not stupid I heard you talking like a regular mech and all I wanna know is where you learnt to. Cause I'm pretty sure your old man doesn't talk like that."

Prowl shifted "I am not sure what you..." Seeing Ratchet's glare he sighed "I learned it from a friend who thought I sounded funny. But please don't tell my Creator."

Ratchet continued scanning Prowl's systems "Relax kid I won't. Doctor/patient confidentiality remember? So who is this friend out of interest? I'm guessing he's not Praxian."

Prowl looked up "How did-" Ratchet gave him a 'duh all Praxians speak proper' look "Oh. No he's not Praxian."

Ratchet opened Prowl's arm components checking the circuits "He from Iacon?"

Prowl moved so Ratchet could access his doorwings "No."

Ratchet briefly looked them over then motioned Prowl to lie down "Not Iacon then, Kaon maybe?"

Prowl complied as Ratchet looked through his inner workings "No."

Ratchet moved to his spark chamber "Well I suppose he could be-" Ratchet dropped his wrench "Your bonded?"

Prowl sat up closing his chest up "No wait Ratchet it's not what it looks like!"

Ratchet gripped his wrench angrily "I knew slagging Praxians were paired up early but this is ridiculous! Younglings aren't even supposed to be able to bond! I'm gonna tear your Creator a new one."

He marched towards the door, Prowl tugged his arm "Wait! Stop! You don't understand my Creator doesn't know!"

Ratchet stopped looking at him "Why wouldn't your Creator know you're bonded to your intended early."

Prowl's doorwings drooped guiltily "Unless there's more to the story?" Prowl stared at the floor.

Ratchet sighed leading him back to the berth "Kid I think you'd better tell me the whole story."

Prowl shook his head "No! I can't! You'll tell my Creator!"

Ratchet placed a comforting hand on his shoulder "I promise I won't tell him anything you don't want me to."

Prowl was still uncertain whether he could trust a complete stranger or not so Ratchet added "Of course if you'd rather not tell me I could always tell your Creator you're bonded."

That was all the incentive Prowl needed. "Well you see I met Jazz a long time ago..."

Ratchet whistled lowly "Wow kid. Of all the mechs that catch your optic it's the smooth talkin' Polyhexian."

Prowl nodded optics trained on the floor, Ratchet sighed "Well it could have been worse. You could have met the pit spawned split spark twins Sideswipe and Sunstreaker back in Iacon. I swear those two live to cause me grief. But I have to say you picked an interesting one, Jazz is a youngling with a spark of gold."

Prowl perked up "You know him?"

Ratchet smiled "Ask him yourself."

:Jazz do you know anyone called Ratchet?:

Prowl waited and was responded with :The Hatchet? Course I do! I met him back in Polyhex say hi to him for me. Oh! An' tell him I'll pay back tha' cube someday.:

"He says hi and he'll pay you back that cube someday."

Ratchet chuckled "Yeah that's what he said then as well. Stole it right under my nose to give it to a hungry sparkling."

Prowl smiled "He doesn't steal he borrows what he can't afford."

Ratchet snorted "Oh Primus he's corrupted you."

Ratchet packed up his scanning equipment "Well you're one hundred percent and other than that congratulations you're the youngest bonded pair in history now scat!"

As Prowl left Ratchet called out "Oh and kid, if you ever need someone to talk to whilst I'm here. My doors always open."

Prowl looked back "Thankyou and my names Prowl, not kid."