Hey Everyone, I realize that this is a short chapter and I know I said in the last chapter that I would understand if anyone stopped reading this and I still do stand by that. But I had about 8 people reviewing this story. (some were reviews others were pm's) But now I only have 1 reviewer. Have I really offended you all that much? If so please tell me and I will take this story down. There is no point in me keeping it up if no one is going to read and only one person is going to tell me what they think.

Units Of Time As I Use Them:

Nano-klick : Second

Klick : Minute

Cycle : Hour

Joor : Day

Orn : Week

Decacycle 3 Weeks

Metacycle : Year

"I do not know if it is more that you need to shut up, but you should for sure watch the words you say." "Okay Okay. I promise to watch what I say can you please put me down now?"

"Sure." The saboteur smiled. "…when we get home." The TIC groaned and muttered under his breath.

They reached there home and Prowl placed Jazz on their berth, climbed on next to him and started to kiss him.

"Prowl…" Jazz placed both his servos on either side of his beloved`s face. "Prowl. I know that both you and I want this and in fact we both really need this very much. But before we continue… You need to know something."

"Hm?" Jazz did not have the heart to tell his bonded. He did not want to hurt Prowl again, not twice in one joor. "I love you so much." "I love you too."

The two bots interfaced for the rest of the night and were up first thing the next joor. "I know that Ratchet is going to want to do his scan now. That he has his sparkling back and he knows that his oldest creation is safe."

"Do you want me to be there with you?" "I will not force you but if you want to come I would love to have you with me." The SIC nodded and held a servo out for his bonded.

"Ratchet will likely want to do it as soon as he sees you so why don't we leave now and that way there is time before our shifts start." The TIC smiled and took his bonded's hand. "Sounds like a good plan to me."

The two bots headed for the base and walked in to the medbay. "Hey Carrier!" The medic turned around and smiled at his oldest creation. "I was wondering when the two of you would show up."

"I came here willingly knowing that if I did not, you would hunt me down and drag me here by my audios if you had to." All three of them laughed.

Ratchet used his scanner and looked shocked when it beeped. "Carrier? What is wrong?" "Jazz… You're carrying." The saboteur nodded. "I know." "How can you be so calm about this?"

"Because I am not ashamed of the sparkling's sire." All the tactician could manage was one last question. He was on track for a crash. "Who would that be?"

The TIC looked up at his bonded and smiled. "That would be you, Prowler. It happened the night you came to the club with our creators to hear me sing." Prowl nodded and then fell to the floor with a thud.

"How long have you known?" "That I was carrying?" The medic nodded. "I had a feeling a few cycles I before I left for my mission. But it wasn't until Knockout scanned me, did I know for sure."

Jazz looked down at the floor. "Is he going to be okay?" "Once he gets over the shock of this he will." A few klicks later Prowl came back online. "You tried to tell me last night, didn't you."

The saboteur nodded. "I tried but at the last nano-klick I got scared that you would take off." Prowl stood up and started to leave.

"Where are you going?" "I have a certain bot to find and thank." Jazz smiled and nodded. The SIC left the medbay and headed for Wheeljack's lab.

"Hey! It is good to see you back!" The SIC nodded his helm. "Thank you. Do you happen to have any cans of that clear paint you made with Sunstreaker in mind, left?"

"I think I do. I think I have four. But I am confused. You have never been concerned about your paint job. Why now?" "Actually it isn't for me. It is a thank you gift a bot that is." "I am so confused."

"I just found out that Jazz is carrying my sparkling. Thanks to Knockout, not only is Jazz alive but so is my sparkling. Knockout is the one concerned with his paint job."

"So you want to give it to him as a thank you." "Exactly." "Go ahead it is behind you on the bottom shelf on the unit with no doors." "Thank you." "You are welcome and tell Jazz I say congratulations."

Prowl nodded, took what he needed and left. He walked to Prime's office and knocked a soft come in was issued.

Prowl entered and put the two containers he had in his servos on the floor. "What is with the cans?" "They are for Knockout"

He pointed to the mech that was had currently stopped doing his cleaning job. He looked up when he heard his name being mentioned. "What is it?" "Paint."

"I haven't done anything wrong! Please not the paint job!" "The paint isn't a punishment Knockout. It is a thank you gift." "Eh?" "It is a thank you for saving Jazz and my sparkling." Optimus was surprised. "Jazz is carrying?"

The SIC nodded. "Congratulations." "Thank you." "Both cans are filled with clear paint. It is scratch-resistant paint. For you… I thought that this would be the best thank you gift."

Knockout nodded. "You are welcome and thank you for the paint."

The tactician nodded, bowed and left. He was happy to know that Jazz was carrying and he was even happier that it was his sparkling.

He went back to the medbay to see Jazz talking with his Carrier. "Hey babe! How did it go with Knockout?"

"It went good. I gave him two cans of the scratch-resistant paint that Wheeljack made with Sunstreaker in mind." The medic and saboteur laughed.

"And I bet he loved that." "He loved it a lot, carrier. Oh, Jazz! Optimus and Wheeljack say congratulations about the sparkling."

The TIC nuzzled the SIC chestplates. "I love you, Prowler." "I love you too, Jazzy." The medic groaned. "Get a room for, Primus sakes!"

The lovers laughed and left the medbay. They went back to Prowl's office and decided that they both would work on sorting the pile of data pads that was sitting on the tactician's desk.

Author's Note: If someone other than Sapphire x Diamond, doesn't tell me that they want this story to stay up by June 25th 2012, then I will remove it. That is nine days. There is no sense in keeping an incomplete story up here if no one is going to read it.