Everything Happens for a Reason

Chapter title: Why?
Author: Lover-of-all-Pairings
Pairings: No pairings yet
Ratings: T
Warnings: Um, some yelling and arguing. Name calling. (If that is what you want in the warnings)
A/N: I just want to say thanks for those who have kept up with my story, it is great to see that you guys enjoy it. This chapter wan't beta read, as my beta is busy. So sorry for any mistakes, I tried to beta it myself.

Anyways, on to the chapter!

The silence stretched on for what felt like hours, which mostly was only a mere few minutes. It wasn't until Jazz growled that the long time silence was interrupted, "Wha' am I doing here?" His optics behind his visor narrowed. "Being here for Prowl. Where YA guys should 'ave been tha whole time!"

"We didn't abandon him," Indium said quietly. "It would just be bad for us to spend our time with a sparked mech who is well... Under age for things like that."

"Doesn't matter! It was wrong and cruel!" Jazz yelled.

Prowl hunched more over himself, not liking that his "old" friends and new one were fighting... Well, about him. He did not want to be the cause over break ups between friends, he didn't want the guilt of that. Prowl cuddled the whimpering Bluestreak closer, "Jazz." He begged in a whisper. "Please don't do this, you have a choose to have lots of friends... I don't want to be the cause of taking that away from you."

"Hush now, I am protecting ma new friend from loner-ship. Ya deserve ta have a friend who ACTUALLY CARES about ya, just give meh a minute to... show 'em how it feels ta be abandon." Jazz said with a smirk.

"But, you can have better friends then me. We don't even really know each other." Prowl said quietly. "And they are not cruel, just don't want the whole school to hate them because they were friends with me."

"No excuse."

Prowl smiled shyly, he thought his friends would have done something like this when he went through... that troubling time. But he felt like his spark was ripped out of his spark chamber, crushed into the ground and shoved back. It hurt so much that his friends never stayed and quickly left, telling him that he was the one who left them with all his silence. But he never really blamed them, as when the bullying started on them, they left him quickly to get away from it. He wouldn't want to be bullied because one of his friends got sparked up, but he would never leave them either, but no one was the same.

"Hey! We are talking to you here." Iridium shouted, her green optics narrowed.

"Well, I don't want ta talk ta ya." Jazz crossed his arms. "I think ya should leave, ya were never really Prowl's friend, and ya not gonna be mine either."

"You can't tell us what to do, we were Prowl's friends first! But he got sparked up from some stupid mech and he decided to shut us out! You think he had it hard!" Darter yelled. "We had to watch him go into depression and hide from us, his ONLY friends! Well, if you want to stay with someone like HIM! SO be it, stay with the Whore!"

After that was said, the whole group left, leaving Jazz growling lowly and Prowl with his head down. Bluestreak warbled, wanting the angry, sad and upsetting feeling surrounding them to go. The Praxian kissed his sparklings head gently, humming softly to keep the little grey sparkling happy.

Jazz cried out in frustration, "What is wrong with those guys?" he shouted. He didn't understand it, their argument made no sense.

"They didn't want to get caught up with my problems." Prowl answered.

"Why are ya defending them?" Jazz growled, that was another problem, the black and white Praxian always, ALWAYS, defended them. Saying that it was him who caused the problem, he was the one that made them leave, he was the one who made them not want to be his friend.

"I know it is hard-" Prowl was cut off by an angry shout.

"Hard for what? To help ya through tha carrying stage? To be there when a horrible thing in life has taking something special from ya? That should be saved for someone you love or at least someone ya consider a friend. To help ya get through life when ya found out ya were sparked?" Jazz argued back, "What is so hard for them to do any of that? Ya were the one in pain, not them."

"It was HARD for them, not knowing what to do!" Prowl shouted back. "To be useless, to be afraid that they would also get bullied and punished for doing nothing! They didn't need to go through that, they didn't need me ruining their lives! I deserve to be alone!"

"Yeah, but everyone deserves a second chance. Don't ya think that?" Jazz frowned.

"Some bots don't."

"But why? Why do ya think ya deserve this? What about little Blue here?"

Prowl didn't answer, he stood up from his spot, almost crushing Bluestreak to his chest, even leaving the data pads he was reading behind. Leaving Jazz in silence, not even turning back as he quietly left the library.

Jazz sat for a few minutes, rethinking of the events that just unfolded. What really just happen? It was so confusing, friends saying they were friends, but they are not and then admitting that they left them. And that supposed bot they left blames themself because...? They don't know?

Why does school... or well life in general, have to be so confusing? Why couldn't it be simple, like just forgive each other and be friends again. But no, of course not, life has to be hard and confusing and there has to be all these little things in the middle and it just builds up to become bigger things that are almost impossible to fix, even less, fight back.

Now, he doesn't even know if he is friends with Prowl. Oh well, maybe he might see him tomorrow. He doesn't have any of the next classes with Prowl, so seeing him today will be hard, even more if Prowl tries to avoid him. So, tomorrow it is, he will try to talk to Prowl tomorrow and hopefully, it doesn't end up like what just happened now.

The bell rand in a loud and obnoxious way, causing the mostly white mech to groan and pick himself off the ground and out the large doors to his next class. Almost dragging his feet all the way to class, bumping into other bots the whole way.

Prowl walked home slowly from a long and confusing day at school, even worse then any of the other days. He knew he was the one to blame for leaving his friends, he caused the rift. And now he was doing the same thing to his supposed new friend, Jazz. He wonders how long the friendship will last.

Bluestreak giggled in his arms, his little grey doorwings fluttered as he watched the wide fascinating world around him. The older Praxian smiled, "You should feel lucky Blue, you are so innocent to the world around you." The sparkling laughed, bouncing in his mothers arms.

Prowl turned a corner and bumped into another bot, apologizing straight away. When he looked up to see that he walked into Indium, he went rigid and silent, not knowing what to do or say.

"Oh! Um... P-Prowl, nice to... See you." The silver mech said shyly.

"Indium." It was all Prowl could get out of his mouth, seeing his used-to-be crush in front of him was a bit much. He never even got to ask him out before the... Incident.

"I... Um, have to go. Nice seeing you again." Indium started to walk away until a hand grabbed his arm, looking back to see Prowl holding him, trying to speak.

Finally, Prowl got the word out of his mouth. "Why?"

Indium dropped his head towards the ground in shame, he didn't want to have this conversation with Prowl, especially by himself. "You know why Prowl. School can be a cruel place, also Darter thought it would be safer for us. I didn't want to leave, but my sister insisted." The silver mech sighed, "It was great being your friend though." And with that, he left quietly.

Prowl growled, safer his aft. They left so it didn't make them look bad, he still didn't blame them though. Maybe he should get checked, it must not be healthy to be blaming yourself all the time, he has seen it in movies. The main character would blame them self and then they start to lose friends, but some stay to get rid of those worthless thoughts. But he couldn't help it, they just kept coming back.

The Praxian sighed again, and continued on his way home. Better get there soon or he would hear it from his mum all night about getting home earlier, "It not safe out there Prowl." She would say, it's not that dangerous. He could handle himself, he has before. Of course that led to difficult situations, but he still handled himself just fine.

As soon as Prowl and Bluestreak walked into the door of their home, the loud voices of many and quiet music in the background hit them. Prowl groaned, knowing what dreadful things are going to follow after he walks in. The questions are going to go flying.

"Prowl, my dear." Prowl's mother walked towards him with a gentle smile on her face, placing a hand on his back and guiding him away from the busy room on the right. "I hope you had a good day at school?" Was asked by her soft voice to which he answered with a nod. "Good, good. Now, you wouldn't mind going up stairs for awhile, maybe put Bluestreak to sleep?"

"Okay, mother." The younger Praxian walked slowly up stairs, looking back towards his mother only for her to smile and usher him to continue up the stairs. He shrugged his shoulders and continued on his way until he reached his big silver doors, crystals decorated in circular patterns. Walking into the room, Prowl places his sparkling on the floor near the toys. Bluestreak laughing as he crawls towards small figurines of soldiers.

"Hmm... What to do?" Prowl hummed to himself, searching the room for things to do. Looking to his left, his optics caught a stack of game boards. All of them were strategy games, and he wouldn't mind playing one now, but all of them were two or more player. And his mother was at the party downstairs, so playing one would be boring.

Sighing, he decided to read one of the many datapads that held even more stories. Picking one up from the stack on his desk, he strode over to his berth and sat down leaning against the wall. Switching the datapad on, he picked one of the stories from a list of seven. It was the 5th story in the series, 'Murdered: Soul Suspect'. It was good so far, about a detective who died and now is trying to solve his own crime. Different then other crime stories, but still good as it's own.

A knock sounded at the door, moving his gaze from the datapad an towards the door. He saw a femme walk into the room, a good friend of his. He knew he didn't have many, most likely none. But this friend was not from his school, which was good and bad at the same time. Good because it meant that she would not leave because of bullying, but bad, because he didn't see her a lot lucky to see her five time a year for a few days. As her family are on the other side of Iocon, they stay here in one of the guest rooms.

"Hello, Prowl." She said with a smile, looking passed him at nothing. "How have you been these pass months? I heard that you have a sparkling." The green femme said, walking pass a light that highlight the purple highlights of paint of her frame.

"Ivy, it's nice to see you." Prowl smiled, she was a very good friend and never judged. Then again, Jazz never judged either, he seemed like a good friend. But he was scared to become his friend, school friends never stay long if it would ruin their reputation. The sound of Ivy talking interrupted his thoughts.

"I would say the same, but seeing you does not work well with me. But hearing you, you don't sound very good." Ivy commented. "Has something happened?"

Prowl thought about telling the green femme about Jazz, but he really didn't know what to say about him. He put his datapad down and pushed himself up from his berth, he looked over to Bluestreak, who was now slumped down on the floor. The older Praxian smiled, picking up the little sparkling and setting him in his own berth, which was surrounded by bars to keep that who sleeps there in. "Not much, just the same as always."

"Really now," The femme said with a smirk. "So, what about that mech you had a crush on? Hmm... Have you asked him out?"

"About that... um." This was another bad thing about having a friend from another school, they were not seen often, which means they don't know what has happened in your life.

"I bet he was handsome, well you think he is. So, did you... Wait, what do you mean about that?" The femme narrowed her pale blue optics, still staring at nothing, it was a bit creepy sometimes that she just looked at nothing. But she was blind, so he doesn't judge.

"Well, I get unwanted attention from others at my school, my friends left so the didn't get it. But there was another mech." Silence answered him.

"You are being bullied." Prowl gasped, she didn't have to say it so blunt. "Okay, crush gone, but what about this new mech." And the femme was smiling again. Her moods changed so much, so quick. It really confused him sometimes, he wonders how she can do that, be serious and then happy and joyful in a few seconds.

The Praxian shook his head with a smile, walking back over to his berth, making sure he grabbed Ivy's hand on the way to help lead her over so she could sit. "He seems nice, I mean. He stood up for me and always tells me that would show me what a good friends is." Prowl said with a dazed smile. "He even tells me how I should not blame myself and how my friends are the ones to blame for leaving me in the first place." A sigh the escaped him. "But that's just it, school is rough, and t not get involved in someone else scrap, you have to get away."

"Whoa, calm down there, no need for cursing." She said with a laugh. "But, you seem confused there. You do know that you have a crush on him."

Prowl smiled, but then frowned at the last sentence. "I do not have a crush, I don't know him."

"So, it's like those romance stories that my mother reads to me, about how a mech or femme is in trouble and another comes to their rescue." Ivy sighed dreamily.

Prowl huffed, "You need to get out of those romance stories, because that's not what's going on." He did not like Jazz, he just met him, liking him would be illogical. You have to get to know the first, but then again, he was so kind, it was hard not to like him.

"Yeah, you keep telling yourself that." Ivy pattered his arm, before pushing herself up. "Oh! I almost forgot, you never told me about Bluestreak."

Not only does she chance emotion in two seconds, but also topics. She just couldn't seem to keep her mind on one thing, but he was grateful for the change of topics. "Well, he is a few months old now, already sitting up..." Prowl continued on proudly, even though for someone who was rich and powerful, and also someone with a family status like him. Getting sparked and having children at his age was a disgrace, but Bluestreak would never be a disgrace.

"Ivy! Come on, it's time for din-" Oh Primus, is that a sparkling?" A Femme said with shock, after disturbing the friendly chat. Prowl frowned, this was not going to end well for his family, at all.

A/N: And there it is, finally done and hopefully you guys enjoyed it. Also hopefully that I get the next chapter done faster, I have no excuses except for that I am slow with coming up with ideas. I just write what comes to mind and hope for the best that the story just flows.

And Ivy is another OC, you won't see her much as the story is more seen at school and stuff. Also Ivy, is only going to stay a few days before she leaves back to her own home. And the name, I know, not the most creative, but she was only going to play a small part, and it was also the first thing that came to my head.

Also, that series of crime stories that Prowl was reading was a cameo of the game 'Murdered: Soul Suspect', if you like crime, mystery, ghost games. That is the one to go, I just got it and have already finished it, it wasn't very long, but the story itself was great. If you play games, you should get it. A basic summery I could make, would be: Solving crimes is not the easiest, trying to solve your own crime is not any easier. Detective Ronan O'Connor's life is brought to an end when a brutal killer confronts him during a burglary. The detective now finds himself trapped in the afterlife, his only escape from this dark nether world is to bring his killer to light.

The game is fun, and when I saw the summery, I had to buy it. Basically, you are Ronan O'Conner and you are a ghost. No one can see you except for a few. You can walk through walls, possess, read minds, influence people to do something, kill demons, etc. It's really fun, what makes it cool is that you are a dead detective trying to solve your own crime. Even though the game is short and some things are just useless, also the controls are confusing. The story was pretty good.

And that's when I get excited, I can't seem to stop talking, you guys most likey don't care as you are hear to read. Anyways, I hope you liked this chapter, and also sorry for taking so long to get it get it out. I was busy writing other ideas that did not envolve this story.

Sorry for that long note, I sometimes tend to babble, but I try to curve it. Anyways, thanks for reading and hopefully the next chapter comes soon :D