Hey Everyone! This is Chapter 9! I hope you all enjoy! I only own the sparkling that Ratchet and Optimus have.

Units Of Time As I Use Them:

Klick : Minute

Cycle : Hour

Joor : Day

Orn : Week

Decacycle : 3 Weeks

Metacycle : Year

Jazz and him had interfaced after they had gotten home from the club and now he couldn't get any recharge. Prowl gently stroked his beloved's helm and watched as his bonded was peacefully in recharge. He knew his life couldn't get any better. He was bonded to the one bot he had loved for more metacycles then he could count.

His had rescued Jazz's carrier and sire, he was back with his team, with his work family and personal family and soon he was going to have a little sister. Prowl couldn`t wait. He couldn`t wait for the day he and Jazz had a sparkling.

Jazz slowly came out of recharge. "Morning love." His lover looked up and smiled. "Morning. Have you been up this whole time?" "Yes… I couldn't recharge." "You ok?" He nodded. "I am fine."

He smiled at him. "Did you have fun at the club last night?" He nodded again. "I did. I really enjoyed the song you wrote. It was beautiful. I could easily see that our parents had a good time. Jazz… Your parents are so proud of you." The saboteur smiled.

"I know they are. It is just that I had forgotten what it was like you know… I haven't seen them since about a metacycle after I first joined the team. I had forgotten what it was like to have or to earn the approval of someone so close to you. Someone like… family."

The tactician nodded. He had never forgotten what it was like. Since the day he joined the team he knew he was respected by both his parents and had the approval of both of them. He couldn't see what that would be like for him, but he could see it had taken its toll on his bonded.

"Anyway! We should get going we both have shifts soon." The SIC laughed and walked with his bonded to work and then they headed off in their own direction.

1 decacycle later…

"Carrier?" Prowl walked in to the medbay and saw that his carrier was kneeling on the floor. "Carrier?"

Prowl skidded to a halt next to his carrier. "Carrier what is wrong?" The medic pointed to the device sitting on top of the table. "You want the scanner?" Ratchet nodded and then groaned in pain. The SIC quickly grabbed the scanner and Ratchet told him how to use it. "What is the second code number on the list?"

"Uh… 7." Prowl was slightly concerned since he had never heard his carrier use so many nasty words in one sentence "How much do you know about sparkling birth?" "Enough to work with an emergency case but there are way more bots qualified then me. Why?"

"Don't you fragging dare faint on me… But you are going to have to deliver your sister." "Are you fragging kidding me!" "No. You, me and Bumblebee are the only ones left on base right now. Even if I commed your sire right this second, the sparkling would be here before he got back." "You think I can do this?" His carrier smiled real quick at him. "I trust you, Prowl."

Prowl helped his carrier on to one of the medical berths. He pulled out the equipment he would need. As he was setting up he was accessing his memory files and was glad when he found the one he was looking for. Who knew that one joor that extra medical class would come in handy.

2 cycles later the tactician had managed to deliver his carrier's sparkling. He cleaned her up as he spoke. "Carrier… She is so perfect…" The sparkling chirped. "No… I'm your brother."

She chirped again as the SIC walked toward his carrier. "Carried is right here little one." He handed the sparkling to his carrier. "Did you and sire pick out a name for her?" The medic nodded. "We decided yesterday."

Prowl looked from his little sister to look his carrier in the optic. "And? What is her name?" "Prowl, meet your sister Jemma." Prowl smiled and realized he couldn't take his optics off her.

"While you feed her, I will comm sire." Ratchet nodded. :Sire?: :Yes Prowl?: :Are you guys on your way back?: :Actually we are about to walk in to the base.: :Can you and Jazz come to the medbay?: :Sure on our way.:

The comm was ended. About 10 klicks later the medbay doors opened. "Hey, what's going on?" "Optimus… the sparking came early…" "You mean…" Prowl stepped out of the way. "Actually with the help of our oldest creation our sparkling is perfect and healthy."

Optimus smiled and hugged his oldest creation tight. "Thank you." The SIC nodded and smiled at his sire. Jazz walked over and leaned against his bonded. "So that is the newest family member. She is cute. What is her name?"

"Carrier and Sire decided on the name Jemma." Jazz smiled. "She is adorable. Wait a klick. Since when did you learn to deliver a sparkling?"

"The academy… I needed an extra credit so I took an extra medical class. I thought that I had made a big mistake all those metacycles ago, but I am now glad that I made the choice I did." Jazz nodded. Prowl smiled and waved at his creators.

He then left the medbay with his bonded. They wandered back to the SIC`s office. "Prowl I need to talk to you about something." The SIC nodded. "Anything." However, he wasn't ready to hear what Jazz needed to say.

"You are kidding right?" Jazz shook his helm. He assumed his bonded would be upset or scared, not angry. "How long have you known?" "Since the meeting 3 joors ago." "Did Optimus suggest it?"

Jazz could see the anger in his beloved's optics. He looked at the ground. "No. I volunteered. He tried to talk me out of it, though." "When." "When what?" "Don't start with me Jazz. You know exactly what 'when' I am talking about."

Jazz sighed. "1 Joor and 14 cycles." "Unbelievable." Prowl started to pace with anger. "Do what you want Jazz. But don't expect me to be here when you get back." With that he stormed out of the office. "Prowl wait!" He didn't stop, he kept going. "Slag it Prowl I said wait!" He walked in to the rec room and grabbed his energon.

He finished it faster than he thought he could. He threw away the cube. "PROWL!" He didn't stop, he went right past Jazz. He went to his office again and locked the door when he realized Jazz hadn't followed him.

"I take it that Prowl didn't take it well." Jazz sighed and looked over at Ironhide. "I expected him to be upset and or scared. I wasn't expecting him to be angry." "What happened?" Jazz looked over at Wheeljack and Skyfire and he sighed. Ironhide spoke up.

"There was a meeting 3 joors ago. Optimus wanted Jazz to help him get a team together to go spy on the Decepticons." The inventors nodded.

"Jazz volunteered to go and Optimus tried to talk him out of it. However Jazz was more than willing and in the end Jazz won. He apparently just told Prowl and as you both just saw… He didn't take it too well." Jazz sighed and sat with his friends. He didn't know what to do anymore.

Prowl paced back and forth in his office and could care less if he put a whole in the floor. Sure they had both gone on 1-2 joor missions but it never had anything to do with spying on the Decepticons. The SIC quickly realized that if he didn't do something about his anger he was going to do something stupid.

He started to pace again. Now what would stop him from doing something stupid… He had an idea come into his head and then he left his office without another thought.

He walked in to the medbay and saw Optimus holding his little sister. Ratchet was carefully cleaning up the medbay on the other side of the room. Prowl held out his servos for his sister and she chirped happily and reached for him. "Can I have her please?" "Why?" Prowl didn't want to explain himself so he decided to ask again.

"Can I have her please?" Ratchet came over and placed a gently servo on his oldest creation. "What is wrong?" He looked at his carrier with stone cold optics." "How many creations do you want by the end of this joor?" The medic instantly caught on. "Two." "Then please let me have her."

Ratchet nodded at his bonded and his bonded hesitantly gave his oldest creation his little sister. Prowl turned to leave knowing full well that Ratchet would come by later and talk to him.

"Orion! Don't!"

Ratchet sighed as his bonded started to talk. Ratchet didn't know exactly what had put his creation in this state but knew from experience to not question his creation's motives but rather see him after a few cycles and see if he wanted to talk.

"What is wrong with you?" Ratchet knew his bonded was going to get reamed out. The tactician stopped in mid stride and spun around on his one pede.

"What is wrong with me? You disgust me! That is what is wrong! You talk about family and how this team, this family can't afford to lose a bot to carelessness or stupidity, whichever you care to call it. Yet you are willing to send my bonded, your creation-in-law, your TIC, your best spy out to get killed?"

Ratchet wasn't surprised when Optimus kept going. "It was his choice Prowl!" :Babe, shut it! You aren't going to win!: :We will see about that.: The medic groaned.

"OH! So we are going to get in to a debate about choices and freedom? I have an idea… How about you join him! Get yourself slapped around by a Decepticon and see how Ratchet feels! You had him keep this from me. When were you going to tell me? When were either of you going to tell me? Knowing you, I assume never. Well actually… you would have told me AFTER he left, when all I could do was sit around and hope and pray to Primus that he could come back."

Optimus sighed. "But I will tell you one thing. You are currently the MOST insensitive piece of scrap I have ever known!" "Prowl, please…" "Don't worry. I am done." Prowl stormed out of the medbay.

CLANG! "OW! What the frag was that for?" "I warned you, you scrap helm! I told you that you wouldn't win and do you stop? No! You kept going! How does that make you feel, everything that your creation just told you."

"I feel like scrap… I should have tried harder with Jazz, I should have told him to talk it over with Prowl… He's not going to apologize for that is he…"

Ratchet laughed a little. "Not likely and at the moment I don't really blame him."

"Can I ask you something serious, though?" "What is it?" "What did he mean when he asked you how many creations did you want by the end of the joor?" Ratchet sighed. "Prowl is broken and he asked for Jemma because he knew she would keep him online."

"I don't understand. I'm not a medic but I thought that it was our spark and energon that kept us online." Ratchet nodded.

"You are right. But Prowl was grasping at, what humans call, straws." "Meaning?" "Meaning if we didn't give him Jemma he would have tried to join Primus early."

"You mean…" Prime suddenly realized what he had done. He choked out the rest of his sentence. "You mean he would have tried to offline himself." Ratchet nodded. "But how do you know that Jemma will help him?"

"By having Jemma, he has to think about her, and only her. He will temporarily forget about his pain and be happy again." "This isn't the first time it has happened… Is it…" The medic shook his head. "Sadly, no…"

Optimus sighed and headed for the medbay doors. "Where do you think you are going!" "To say sorry…" "Do you want to get reamed out again?" "No." "Do you want to stay online?" "Yes."

"Then I strongly suggest that you leave him be. After a few cycles I will go talk to him and when I do I will let him know that you are looking for him." Prime nodded. "In that case I still have a family to keep together." Ratchet waved as his bonded left.

He sighed and went back to work. With Prowl having the sparkling with him, at least the medic didn't have to worry about losing her. He also knew that as long as his sparkling was with his oldest creation that his old creation would live to see another day.

"No little one. I do not want to hurt sire. I am just mad at sire. Sire hurt my feelings. She chirped for a few moments and then yawned. "Recharge well little one." She curled in to her brother and fell in to recharge.

A cycle later Prowl heard the chime for his door. He slowly stood and checked the camera outside the room before he unlocked it. He pressed a button and the door opened. "I was expecting you carrier. I knew you would come by sooner rather than later."

"Your sire is looking for you." The SIC scoffed and then sat back down. "And he also knows exactly where to find me." Ratchet sighed. "What happened this time?"

Ratchet sat in one of the chairs in front of the desk and the door slid closed. "Jazz told me that he has known for 3 joors that he was going on this this this this suicide mission!" "When does he leave?"

"A joor and a half." "You were right. That isn't a lot of time or notice." The SIC looked at his little sister sound asleep in his arms. "Part of me wonders if he does it because he knows it scares me. Part of me wonders if he is trying to give me a spark attack."

Ratchet smiled a little. "I'm glad you feel this comfortable around her." Prowl nodded. I wouldn't be surprised if I spent most of my free time with her." The tactician could tell that his carrier was trying to lighten the mood. "Are you trying to spoil her?" "And if I was?" Ratchet smiled and then his face got serious.

"If you 'need' her tell me and I would be more than happy to give you some 'extended' sparkling sitting duty." Prowl smiled. "Thank you." The medic nodded.

"Your sire wants to say sorry when you are ready to hear it." He nodded and watched his carrier leave. He locked the door behind his carrier and smiled at his still recharging sister. "I love you Jemma and even though you are only a joor old you have already saved my life. Thank you."

Author's Note: Hey! I hope you all enjoyed this chapter I decided to up the word count. Instead of doing a 1,000-1,500 word chapter, I moved it to 2,500-3,000 word chapter! Hope you enjoy the more content to read! Please review! Until next time!