Everything Happens for a Reason
Chapter title: What's Yer Name?
Author: Lover-of-all-Pairings
Pairings: No pairings yet
Ratings: T
Warnings: None
A/N: I just want to say thanks for all of those who have read my story, and also to those who have either reviewed, followed or favoured. I just wanted to get this out before Easter, and I was lucky my Beta Reader had time to read over my work, so I thank you "AspenDragonLord" very much for beta reading this chapter. Anyways, I hope you all enjoy a great Easter and holiday for those who have them.
Enjoy this chapter and hopefully I can get the next chapter up soon!
"... All slave bots had it hard, working overtime and getting paid very little. Children that were part of the slave caste never went to school as it was too expensive and the parents never could get the money to buy their freedom, much less send their children to school..." The teacher read off the bored, his voice excited as he taught what he knew.
Prowl was not very interested in history, even though it was good to learn about how Cybertron became what it is today. Didn't mean he liked learning it. Good thing that the lesson was going to finish soon. Bluestreak was drawing squiggles that meant nothing on a blank data pad, although now he seemed to be getting bored with it. His little doorwings fluttering and he giggled; now hitting the pen against the data pad, earning a glare from the teacher, which made Prowl quickly stop the sparkling.
The sparkling looked towards his mother in question, wondering why his mother stopped his fun. Prowl smiles and picked up another pen, drawing a little building on the page, hoping that Bluestreak would join in, which he did with a smile.
"Now! You have a test coming up next week, and I hope that you all get above 50% in your test..." The teacher continued on about what was expected and what maybe in the test, but it just flew right past Prowl as he ignored what the teacher was saying, he knew he would get above 50% like he did in all his tests. No need for the teacher to go on telling him how to do a test he was sure he'll pass.
The bell rang and everyone got out of their seats and quickly left for the next class. Prowl was the last one to leave as he had to gather all his equipment and make sure he had a strong hold on Bluestreak before leaving. The teacher left the classroom after him and locked the door, quickly heading down the hall to the teacher's staff room on this level.
The white and black Praxian strode down the busy halls, before he could reach the stairs he bumped into someone. Knocking everything the other bot was carrying to the ground.
"Oh, I am so sorry; I should have paid attention to where I was walking. Please, let me help you." Prowl said, pushing Bluestreak onto one hip and holding his equipment carefully, he leaned down to help pick up the fallen data pads on the floor.
"Don' worry, I got it," The mech that Prowl bumped into quickly pushed him back up and gathered the data pads himself. Standing back up and looked to Prowl with a grin. "Hey, I'm Jazz." A little laugh made Jazz look down to see a little sparkling in the arms of the bot in front of him, he smiled at the sparkling. "Hello there, aren't ya a cute one?"
"Thank you, his name is Bluestreak." Jazz looked up towards the Praxian when he spoke.
"Really? Well what about ya, what's yer name?" Jazz asked, looking down to the sparkling as he pattered his head.
"Prowl."
Jazz ran the name through his processor a few times, liking the sound of the name. "Well it suits ya," His optics widen suddenly as he realized who the mech in front of him was. "Hey, I know ya. It was ya who was-"
"I think it would be best if we were going, I would rather not be late for my lesson, and I doubt you want to be late either." Prowl quickly nodded and walked away briskly, leaving to his next lesson.
Jazz stood stumped for a few seconds before he shook his head and grinned, looking towards the Praxian mech that just vanished upstairs. He gave off a laugh and shook his head before he continued down the now empty halls; he was late for his class.
Once the lunch bell rang, almost everyone was sprinting out of their lessons and to the court yard to join their friends and hang out before going back in to continue learning for the rest of the day before going home. Jazz was a bit confused on where to sit, looking around the busy court yard, it wasn't until his new friends called out to him did he feel a little more comfortable.
"Come on over here Jazz!" Iridium yelled over the loud noise.
Jazz jogged over and sat down next to Darter, he grinned at them. "So... I met this mech and his name is Prowl."
Silence answered him, until Indium broke it, "You're not serious, Do you know what would happen if bots found out you were hanging out with him?" the green mech whispered.
"I wouldn't call it hanging out, more like we ran into each other. Why does it matter?" Jazz asked.
"Well, if the other bots found out we were handing out with a 'whore', they would start teasing us too and then we would be proclaimed as 'whores' who also join in with what Prowl does." Darter said with shame, not wanting to believe what he was saying.
"Do you guys believe that this... Prowl is a..." Jazz couldn't finish the sentence; he also couldn't believe that Prowl's used-to-be friends think so low of him. So, the mech has interfaced at such a young age that a little over half of the school has not even kissed someone. And not only that, he got sparked up and has now got a child and still has 2 years of school left. That's harsh!
"He never told us anything! He closed us off and soon, he started getting bigger! That's when we found out he was having a sparkling. We assumed that he interfaced with someone like everyone else thought!" The femme of the group said.
Electro continued, "We still don't know the real story, he just shut us out. But that was also most likely when he needed us most." His voice turned depressed and sad at the thought.
"But WHY did ya leave him?" Jazz asked, he looked on with shock, not believing what he was hearing. They just left him, but why? He was sure that they didn't just leave him because he was sparked.
No one answered.
"We can't tell you Jazz, we can't tell you why." Darter said.
"What! Why not? Ya left a poor sparked mech by himself, but ya can't tell me why! It could not have been because he interfaced!" Jazz glared. So, his supposed new friends abandon mechs when in need. Would they do that to him as well? Leave him when he needed them?
"You would not understand-"The femme started, but was cut off.
"I won't understand? Of course I won't understand! Ya left him! What kind of friends are ya? Ya know what? Don't answer that. I'll find Prowl and I will help him like ya'll were supposed to do." With that said, Jazz stomped away.
Darter looked on with shock before his expression turned to anger. "Look what you guys did! We lost a perfect bot to join our group." The others just glared at him and continued with their lunch.
Jazz was not happy. He found out his friends… or well now, not friends, leave a bot in need. Is that what they do these days? Leave their friends because they had interfaced with someone? He got that it was disturbing and that Prowl was way too young. But Prowl was pushing them away. There had to be a reason.
The mostly white mech continued to stomp down the empty hallways, as he heard the screams of laughter and yells of joy from the others outside. The bell would ring in about 15 minutes; he had plenty of time to do something. Soon he reached a large door, a light blue in colour, as crystals covered it in figures of faceless bots he didn't know. Then he opened the door and came to a halt.
The very large room filled with data pads on shelves that were lined in a row and even computers. There was a large counter over the left side of the room with a door behind it. This was most likely the library of the school, much larger than his other one, and also much quieter. There was not many bots here but he did see a few here and there, some in groups as they studied for test or just to get better.
Now, he knew he was not much into reading, but he couldn't help but feel that this is where he was supposed to be. Jazz walked briskly to the back of the library, passing shelves of books and looking at a few as he walked by. He wasn't looking where he was going until he banged into something low and tripped.
"Ouch!"
Startled, Jazz looked behind him while pushing himself off the floor, seeing a black and white mech with low hanging doorwings and a sparkling in his arms, leaning over to cover him. A stack of data pads sat beside him as well as one in front of him, the mech looked up seeing Jazz he gasped and quickly tried to collect all the data pads.
"Whoa, mech. Hang on. I'm sorry to disturb ya... Prowl." The mech snapped his head up when he heard his name, he froze, not knowing to do or say. "I... Hey, we need to stop bumping into each other like this," Jazz laughed awkwardly, still Prowl did not answer "Um, do ya mind if I joined ya and little Blue there?" Prowl could only nod slowly.
Jazz smiled and sat down next to Prowl, Bluestreak giggled and bounced on the spot. The older Praxian put his data pads back on the ground and straighten up, looking anywhere but at the mech who joined them. The two older mechs sat in silence while Bluestreak wiggled in his mother's arms to get free. Prowl let him go and Bluestreak crawled away to the other side of the walkway to the other shelf in front of them.
"So..."
"Yes."
"I... Uh, what are ya doing out in tha back o' tha library?" Jazz asked.
He didn't answer.
"Um... So, who do ya hang with?"
Prowl narrowed his optics, but still didn't answer. He looked towards Bluestreak, watching carefully for what he might do.
"Bad question," Jazz looked to Prowl and hummed. Silence was the only thing heard, not one of them spoke a word, keeping silent until a thought ran through Jazz's processor. "I moved here from Polyhex, mah mum died when I was young, I hardly remember her. I have two younger brothers, and mah dad works at a music instrument shop, selling all types and even making his own instruments. He taught me how to play, sing and dance, to love music in all its forms. It is a part of me, something that I could never lose and would not want to lose."
Prowl listened quietly, confused with what was happening. Jazz comes up, asks questions and then starts talking about himself, dear Primus; he didn't think Jazz was that vain. A laugh interrupted his thoughts and turned to see Jazz laughing, but at what, he didn't know.
"I thought ya would be nervous to talk about yerself, so I decided to go first." Jazz grinned.
"Thank you." They both sat there quietly, Prowl sighed and then spoke. "I grew up in Praxus, my father is still in Praxus, working with the council there to help make the city a better place and my mother also works for them, but from home so she can still be there for me. I am an only child, but I have cousins that I grew up with when I was in Praxus."
Jazz smiled, he was going to get to know this Prowl... and Bluestreak. He was also not going to leave him like his friends did, no, he was going to stay and he was going to become friends with Prowl. He doesn't care what others think, he will stay, he was always going to stay and he didn't care how long it would take for Prowl to understand, because he was not leaving.
"Jazz?"
Both Prowl and Jazz looked up to see 4 other bots standing there, one a femme, and the others mechs. Once Jazz saw who they were, he growled. Prowl quickly looked away while grabbing Bluestreak, waiting for them to say something else, but the room stayed silent except for the few bots in there to either read or go on the computers. Then the silence was broken when the femme spoke.
"What are you doing here?"
A/N: Another chapter done, I like it so far, has changed a lot from what I had originally thought it would be like. But, it still is ok. Anyways, did I spell Polyhex and Praxus right? I don't really know, but I think that is how they are spelled.