Hey everyone, I let a friend of mine read this in RL and she pointed some things out to me. Which I will now point out to everyone who is reading this… To start, this does not follow any episode or take after any episode of transformers prime. Second off, I am sure you have noticed that some of the characters I am using do not follow the "norm" for the said character. However I write them how I picture they would act. That is kind of the point of writing this, right. We write it because we don't like something about it. Whether it is a plot idea or a certain pairing, we re-write it because we don't like it and we want to fix it. Anyway I just wanted to point that out to anyone who reads this, now or in the future. ANYWAY! ON WITH CHAPTER TEN!

Units Of Time As I Use Them:

Klick : Minute

Cycle : Hour

Joor : Day

Orn : Week

Decacycle : 3 Weeks

Metacycle : Year

Prowl had been waiting two orns. He spent a lot of time at home and a lot of it was spent forcing himself in to recharge. He threw himself in to his work and didn't listen to anyone including his own carrier when he had woken up in the medbay more than once in the past two orns.

He would say a quiet thank you and then he would do the same thing over again. Ratchet sighed as he watched his oldest creation leave his medbay for the 6 time in the past two orns. He had seen Prowl in here pretty much every other day. He was pulled from his thoughts when the door slid open.

It was Jazz's team. His smile fell as quickly as it had appeared. One by one he fixed them up and then they silently left. The medic knew something was wrong. The last bot was Wheeljack. He had gone with the team so that he could use his invention to quietly get in and start to spy.

"Where is he?" Wheeljack sighed and looked at the ground. "I'm sorry Ratch…" "Is he dead?" "I… I… I…" He sighed. "I really don't know. That is the honest truth. Who is going to tell Prowl?"

"I will… But I highly suggest you stay hidden until you are told otherwise." Wheeljack nodded. "I told him I would come back for him but he told me no. He stayed so we could get away…"

"But you and I both know that Prowl is going to only see one thing… That he was right… Have you told Optimus yet?" "Not yet… I am supposed to do that next…"

"Don't worry about it. I will do it." Wheeljack nodded and left the medbay quietly. Ratchet sighed and left his medbay. He walked quietly down the corridor.

He didn't know what he was going to say and he even though he didn't have a battle computer like his oldest creation he knew that, 1. There was no easy way to say what he was going to and 2. He knew with all of his spark that Prowl would be angry and leave to find Optimus.

Whether he would kill his sire or beat the scrap out him with his words and or servos, the medic didn't know. The only thing he did know was that if he was not the one to tell his creation, he knew more than his bonded would be in trouble.

He hit the chime on the door and a cold voice barked 'go away whoever you are.' He hit it again. "Who the frag is it!" "Your carrier, it is just me Prowl." "Fine…" The door slid open.

Prowl didn't look up when his carrier walked in, when his carrier sat down and didn't look up when the door slid closed either. "Prowl… I'm so sorry." The SIC looked up at his carrier. He was confused… He couldn't think of what his carrier might have done to upset him.

But he let his carrier continue. "Jazz's team came back today… Jazz wasn't with them…" Ratchet looked up when his creation said nothing. "Where… is… he…?" "Wheeljack told me that he stayed behind so the rest of them could escape."

The tactician smiled softly. "If you can excuse me, I have work to complete." Before the medic could answer he was already out the office and down the hall. He stormed in to his sire's office.

"I dislike you, you useless piece of scrap. I hope you are so happy! I told you this would happen! I have no respect for you as a leader and I for sure have no respect for you as a sire! I hope you rot in some ditch for all I care."

"You are not allowed to talk to me like that!" "Really? That is okay. Make you a one sided deal. As soon as I walk out that door you won't have to worry about me again, because I refuse to be a part of your life!" Prowl stormed out of the office and the base.

Prime sighed as sat back in his chair. He knew that Prowl hadn't meant what he said but he also knew the his SIC was angry and was hurting. About 20 klicks later he answered his comm.

:Orion?: :What is wrong Ratchet?: :Have you seen Prowl?: :Yeah, He stormed out of the base 20 klicks ago saying I wouldn't have to worry about him anymore because he didn't want to be in my life.: :You might want to go after him.:

:Why would I do that? So I can get offlined too? No thank you. He left on his own free will.: :There is only one small problem with that.: :I am listening.: :Jemma is gone.: :What does that have to do with me going after Prowl?: :He took Jemma you slag helm!:

Optimus groaned after he ended the comm. This city was too big for him to search through. He leaned back in his chair and sighed. He now knew he should have flat out told Jazz no.

The sparkling chirped and chirped. She was hungry. Prowl held her close and fed her. She finished and yawned she chirped again. "Why did we leave? Carrier and Sire don't want us around right now…" She chirped sadly. "I promise to take good care of you as long it takes." She chirped once more before falling in to recharge. "I know I miss them already too…"

2 orns later…

"What has Ratchet so bummed out?" "Prowl left." Wheeljack nodded. "He took Jemma with him." "Poor Ratchet. To him it is like he has lost both his creations in one joor." Optimus nodded.

"Optimus!" "What is it Skyfire?" "We have an incoming transmission." "From?" "Unknown. It is heavily codded." "Put it through." "Dear Primus…"

"Sir… I don't have long before the cons see that this is being used." "What can we do to help?" "Two cons are willing to let me go on the grounds that you allow them to join us. Or at least let them help us. They want to be the good guys." "Do you believe them?"

"I do, sir. They have been kind to me and have kept my torture to an all-time low with the promise that I bring this to you." "Very well. Have them release you and come back to base with them and we will talk it over in finer detail." "Thank you, sir."

Optimus commed Ratchet. :I think we have a way to get Jemma AND Prowl back.: :I am listening.: :Jazz.: :I don't understand.: :Jazz is alive. I just got a transmission from him and I agreed to the terms of his release.: The medic groaned. :Which were?:

:Two cons will release him and help him escape on the grounds that they are allowed to become one of us or at least help us. They don't want to be cons anymore.: :And what exactly did you say?:

:Well I don't know which two cons are wanting to help us but I told Jazz to have them release him, they would all come back to base and we would talk it over in finer detail.: :I am willing to try if it gets my creations back.: :I thought you would look at it like that.:

The comm was ended. A cycle later Optimus and Ratchet were standing at the entrance when they finally saw Jazz and the two cons come in to view.

"Jazz!" He smiled and waved. "Is it okay if the two of you talk with Optimus and I tend to Jazz?"

The other two nodded. Ratchet and Jazz walked away and headed toward the medbay. "So, Starscream… Knockout… Why exactly do you want to be ex-cons?"

Jazz climbed on to the medical berth and Ratchet reached for his scanner. "I don't have any internal injuries… I was actually hoping I could talk to Prowl…" Ratchet sighed. "He and Jemma aren't here anymore." "They… are with Primus?"

Ratchet shook his helm. "No. But none of us know where they are… they have been gone since the joor we found out you were still with the cons." "He just took Jemma and left?" "Yes. But not before he said some nasty things to his sire." "I plan to go find them."

"I hope you have better luck then the rest of us." Jazz nodded and with that he set out. He had an idea of where he would find Prowl and Jemma but he figured he was better off being wrong alone then being wrong in front of everyone.

Starscream spoke up first "I don't like having the scrap beat out of me." Then Knockout added, "I am a good doctor and I like to race. I have a thing for it. But I don't like getting my paint job ruined because I decided to do something legal in my free time, away from my tools." "We don't like it anymore and we would like to do some good."

Optimus sighed. "Very well… We will give this a try and see how it goes. Try and kill any of us and you both will see your last joor online faster then you would hope." "We understand. We just want to be in a better and nicer environment." "Are you bonded?" They shook their helms.

"More like… What is the word I am looking for Knockout?" "We are more like friends with benefits." Optimus nodded. You can stay in a complex not too far from base and I expect you to report to me every morning at 8am sharp. Is that good?" They both nodded. "Good. You are both dismissed." They bowed and left.

:Yes Ratchet?: :Jazz has gone looking for Prowl and Jemma.: :Okay, let me know if you hear anything.: :Okay.: The comm had ended. Optimus looked at the pile of data pads on his desk and sighed. He had spent every day for the last two orns looking for both his creations and with no luck. He leaned back in his chair.

He felt the rush going through him again. Prime knew that if anyone could find Prowl it was Jazz. He also knew that if the TIC found the tactician that his sparkling would be him. He knew that his oldest creation would not leave his little sister alone.

"PROWL!" He got no response. He wasn't going to give up though. He needed and wanted his bonded back. "You know it is nice when you have amazing inventors as friends." Jazz turned around and looked up to see Prowl on top low rise cliff.

"I am glad I found you." "You think I will believe you that easy?" "You just got out of Decepticon hands?" "Not exactly… Two cons made a deal for my release." The SIC laughed. "Really? And what would the deal be exactly?" "Two cons were willing to let me go and help me escape if Prime was willing to hear them out and let them become the good guys."

"Where is Jemma?" "None of your business." "Is that really anyway to talk your bonded?" "You think I believe you?" Jazz sighed. "Prowler… We have our bond, can you not feel me through that. You should be able to sense it." "I have tuned you out." "Why would you do that?"

"I thought you were dead. I yelled at my sire and said some nasty things. I have destroyed my life and now you want to come back, stand here in front of me and pretend that nothing has happened?" Jazz shook his helm and managed to climb the cliff. Jazz smiled when he saw Jemma peacefully in recharge.

He commed Ratchet. :I found them both.: :Thank Primus! Are they hurt, is Jemma hurt?: :Jemma is perfectly fine. Prowl seems fine, but I think spark is hurting bad.: :How soon can you all be here?: :About 15 klicks if I can convince Prowl to come back. If not I will bring Jemma back myself.: :Thank you, Jazz. I owe you a lot.:

The comm was ended and the TIC sat next to his lover. "You have your carrier scared and said and hurt. You know that right?" Prowl only nodded. "After everything I have done do you think I could just walk back on base, give Jemma back to Ratchet and that be the end of it?"

"I don't know. I know that Ratchet is concerned for you. He loves you. He doesn't want to see you suffer. As for Optimus, he knows you didn't mean what you said. He knows that what you said was said in anger." "That isn't the point." "Then what is?"

"The point is that I should have stopped you. You should have told me the moment the meeting ended and I promise on Primus that if you ever do something that stupid again I will not flip out on you next time, I will do something worse."

"What would that be?" "I will tie you up and not let you leave the house." "Oh no! Not the house! AHHH!" Prowl couldn't help but laugh. "You are so horrible. Play that card while I am trying to be serious." "Do you forgive me?" Jazz laid his helm on Jazz's shoulder. "I did a while ago. But I am still hurt."

"I would like to spend some alone time with you but we need to give Jemma back to your carrier." The SIC nodded. The TIC held out his servo. "I am ready when you are."

The tactician pulled his sister in to his arm and held her close. He used his free servo to get help from his bonded. While Jazz was comming Ratchet, Prowl spoke to his little sister. "Remember when I told you that Carrier and Sire would what s back one joor?" She chirped happily. "Well that joor is today." She chirped again and nuzzled her brother's arm.

"Ratchet is expecting us." "You might want to take Jemma then." "Why?" "Because when Ratchet tackles me in a hug. I don't want her hurt." Jazz nodded and held out his servos. Prowl placed Jemma carefully in Jazz's arms. She snuggled close and fell back in to recharge.

"PROWL!" The SIC jumped when he heard his name being yelled. He looked up just in time to see Ratchet running at him. He pulled his oldest creation into a hug. "Where did you go!" "I have missed you too Carrier." "Please don't ever do that to me again."

The SIC nodded. "Where is Jemma? " He left go and saw Prowl pointing at Jazz who was holding a recharging Jemma. "Jemma…" Prowl cooed. She chirped and onlined her optics. She immediately saw her carrier and reached for him. Jazz gave Jemma to Ratchet and he was smiling.

The tactician slowly backed away. "Babe…? What is wrong?" Before he could get an answer the TIC saw what was bothering his beloved. Optimus was coming toward them. "I will see you around Carrier." "Prowl wait!" Jazz silently pleaded with his bonded to just hear what his Sire had to say.

"I am very sorry…" "But I-" "Let me finish." Prowl nodded. He was shocked though. It shouldn't have been his Sire saying sorry, it should have been him.

"I forgive for everything that you said to me. I understand 100% why you said it. You were beyond mad at me and until Jazz returned you thought I had sent your bonded straight to his death."

He took a deep breath before he continued.

"I hope you still want to work for this team, and you can if you still want to. However I am not happy that you took your sister but I am glad that you kept her safe and took excellent care of her." His creation nodded.

His creation stuck his servo out. "See you first thing tomorrow sir." Prime laughed. "I am looking forward to it."

Ratchet and Optimus headed back to the base and Prowl walked with Jazz back home. "That was not so bad was it." The SIC smiled and pulled his bonded in to his arms. "Hey! Put me down!" "Never!"

He headed for their home in a sprint with a groaning Jazz in his arms. "This isn't so bad is it." The TIC groaned again. "I need to learn to shut up." The tactician laughed a little and his bonded smiled up at him.

Author's Note: I hope everyone enjoyed this chapter and if you see something wrong that you would like fixed for the next chapter leave it at the end of your review OR you can send it to me in a PM. Until next time!

P.S.

I hope I haven't lost any readers by doing this. I realize that some actions by the characters aren't normal for them but I decided to add a bit of drama. If you chose to stop reading this, I will understand.