SO! Hello again! It is nice to see you all so soon! Tehe! Anyway Here goes chapter 18! WOOT! Hope you all enjoy!

Units Of Time As I Use Them:

Nano-Klick : Second

Klick : Minute

Cycle : Hour

Joor : Day

Orn : Week

Decacycle : 3 Weeks

Groon : Month

Metacycle : Year

:Comm talk:

::Bonded Talk::

{Flashback }

P.S. I do not Own Transformers! But I do own all the sparklings and Jazz's parents. : )

Adora bowed and left moments later Jazz came in. "What was my carrier doing in here?"

"That is none of your business, Jazz. You clearly came in here for another reason, other than that. So what exactly can I do for you?"

"I have been assigned a mission with the team and the twins."

Prowl kept working. "And why exactly are you telling me this? I am not part of your team and what you do on duty is your business unless it proves to poorly affect your work. Then it becomes my business." The SIC kept working and kept his end of the bond closed. He did not bother to look up even when he felt the waves of anger rolling off the TIC.

Jazz hit the desk hard and Prowl did not even flinch. "Slag it, Prowl! What the pit is your slagging problem! You have treated me like scrap metal all joor."

Prowl cut him off. "Have I treated you like a Decepticon?"

"What?"

"I asked you, Have I treated you like a Decepticon?"

"No."

"Then I have not treated you like scrap metal Jazz. If I were to treat you like that you would have compared yourself to a Decepticon prisoner, which you did not. So! This conversation is over! So unless you have something DIFFERENT to talk about, I suggest you leave and get ready for your mission."

The tactician went right back to his stack of data pads and the saboteur stood there shocked. He turned to leave and stopped when he reached the door. He looked over his shoulder and spoke softly and calmly. "I love you Prowler… I will always love you." He turned back to face the hall and left the office without another word to be spoken.

The Tactician kept working until there was a soft knock on the door. "Come in." Prowl finished the last data pad as the door slid open. "Someone wanted to see there sire." Prowl looked up and smiled at his daughter.

"Hi, sweet spark, where you well behaved?"

"She was angel."

"That is good to hear."

Jazz`s creators handed Linley over to Prowl. "Thank you for letting us watch her." Prowl smiled at them.

"Thank you. With your help I got my work done much faster." They smiled, bowed and left the office without another word.

"Ready to go home, sweetspark?"

She chirped happily. Prowl stood and left his office. He quickly stopped by his parents quarters but they never answered the door. Prowl sighed softly and headed for home. He was dreading going home. He did not want to face Jazz right now. He did not want to fight with his lover right now. He knew it was unrealistic to expect Jazz to stop taking dangerous missions but Prowl knew that have a sparkling was going to mean sacrifices.

He did not know what made him angrier; the fact that he expected Jazz to accept what he had asked, the fact that Jazz used the excuse that it was part of his job description or the fact that Jazz did not want to even consider what he had said about the dangerous missions.

Prowl knew that Jazz was right. It was part of the job description. But Prowl also knew that if Jazz had talked to Optimus that they could have worked something out between the two of them.

Prowl entered the house and called out. "Hello? Anyone home?" No answer. Prowl took Linley up stairs and put her in her little berth and left the door open a crack. He went in to the kitchen to fetch his evening energon and noticed a data pad that was laying on the counter top. He started to read it. 'Prowl. I have left for the mission. Know that I love both you and Linley. I will see you when I get back.'

Prowl sighed and finished his energon and went to his berth to get some recharge. He knew that tomorrow would be a long joor.

3 metacycles later.

Prowl woke up and looked out his window. He had a great view of the entire city. He could even see where Jazz`s house still stood, abandoned as far as he knew. He never saw anyone enter or leave. After about 13 groons Prowl decided it was time for him and Linley to move. Jazz had never come back. He had never heard a word. No one had heard from him. Prowl could not stand to live in that house, but at the same time he could not bring himself to get rid of it either. So there it stood. Everything from his life with Jazz, locked up in a house that he had not stepped a pede in groons.

18 groons after Jazz had been gone Linley had started talking. Prowl spent his time divided. He spent half of his time doing his work and the other half of his time teaching Linley 'big bot words' as she called them. After two metacycles of Jazz being gone Linley had started walking. Once she started she never stopped. She kept going and going. "Sire look at me!" She would call before she would run in circles before falling over because she would be dizzy.

However Prowl became even more concerned when she start walk in to things rather than go around them. It started about 6 groons ago.

{There was a loud crash. Prowl spun around on his pedes and saw his daughter on the floor, rubbing her helm and he noticed that the lamp had fallen over. "Sweetspark you okay?" He called skidding to a stop next to her.

"Yeah, I no see it though."

"What can't you see, baby?"

"I do not know what went boom."

"You can't see the lamp in front you?"

Linley shook her head. "Am I in trouble Sire?"

She looked she was about to cry. He pulled her in to his arms and picked her up. "Not at all sweetspark, But we should get you to Ratchet so he can look at your optics."

"Grand-Carrier!"

Prowl had a feeling that Linley was going through exactly what Jazz had when he was little.

"Grand-Carrier!" The medic turned around and smiled at his grand creation.

:Why are we here today?:

:She knocked over a lamp this morning.:

:So?:

:She said she did not see the lamp. I am thinking that like Jazz she is losing her sight.: The comm ended.

Prowl held his little femme while the medic looked at her optics. "Hmm." He pulled out an energon pop. "Linley, can you see what I am holding for you?"

"See what?"

"Linley can you turn your helm to the side? It does not matter which side sweetspark."

Linley turned her helm. "OH! Energon Pop!" Ratchet smiled and gave it to his grand creation.

:And?:

:She will have to get a visor like Jazz. The sooner she gets a visor the longer her true optic sight will last.:

"Will it fix her optics?"

"No but the visor will alter her vision so that she will be able to see exactly what is in front of her."

"Then I guess we are off to see Wheeljack."

"Sire? Will I get to see Jacey and Jaylon?"

"We will see sweetspark. If not we can always see them later okay?"

"Okay."

Ratchet waved as the two of them left. "Sire?"

"Yes, Linley?"

"What is a viser?"

"You mean a visor?"

"Yes."

"A visor is a piece of technology that will help you see much better."

"Will it hurt, sire?"

"Not at all sweetspark."

They enter Wheeljack`s lab and saw that he was drawing. "Uncle Jackie!"

Wheeljack laughed. "Hey Linley!" He turned around and was a little confused to see Prowl holding his femme rather than her walking.

"What is going on?"

"I need a viser!"

The SIC laughed. "She needs a visor. She walked straight in to a lamp that has not moved since the day she started walking on her pedes."

"Ouch. That must have hurt a bit."

"She did not cry at all. She was scared that I would be mad though."

"What colour does it need to be?"

"Ask her, though if you are going to show her colours you will need to have her look at them through the side of her optics. She can't see straight ahead."

"Understood."

"Linley I am going to leave you with Uncle Wheeljack and I will come back in a few cycles to check up on you, okay?"

"Okay. Loves you!"

"Love you too, Linley."

Prowl went back to his flat to clean up the mess. He did not want Linley coming back here and being upset thinking she was going to be punished. It only took him about 15 klicks to clean it up and fix up everything. The SIC decided that he would go get some work done. While his little girl was with Wheeljack he could get some extra work down.

A few Cycles later Prowl had finished the last data pad. He was not ahead in his work. But at least he had managed to catch up. He headed for the lab to see his daughter. He was curious to see what colour she had picked. The door opened and Wheeljack looked up. Linley was sitting on a table with her back to him.

"All done sweetspark. How do you feel?"

"I can sees! I can sees!"

Wheeljack laughed and pointed behind her.

"Look who came to see you, young one."

She turned herself so she could see where her uncle was pointing! "Sire!" Wheeljack helped her off the table and she ran to her sire. "Do I look pretty, sire?"

"Sweetspark you look absolutely beautiful."

He looked at his little femme's visor. "What colour is this, baby?"

"Uncle Jackie says it is called Light Baby Blue. I picked it because it is pretty."

:I showed her the colours I had and the colours I could make and she picked that one.:

:That is okay.:

"Thank you for your help."

The inventor nodded. "I was more than happy to help." Prowl nodded and turned to leave with his daughter in tow.

"Can we go see Jacey and Jaylon?"

"Sure. Let's go."}

The tactician snapped out of his daydream when he heard his daughter calling him. "Sire?"

He went in to his daughter's room. "What is wrong, baby?"

"I can't find my visor."

"Did you hit it off the table while in recharge?"

"I no know." He saw it peeking out from under her berth.

"I see it, Linley." He reached down and picked it up. "Here you go."

"Thank yous." He smiled at his little femme.

"Are you ready to spend the day with Jemma, Jacey, Jaylon and Uncle Wheeljack?"

She nodded her helm as she clicked her visor in to place. It had taken her a while to get the hang of it but with 6 groons worth of practice she was pretty good at it. However she found it uncomfortable to recharge with it on.

"Let's get going. We do not want to keep everyone waiting do we?"

"Nope."

Prowl held out his servo for his daughter to take and she gladly took it. He led them inside and down the corridors. They knocked on Wheeljack and Skyfire's door. It slid open a klick later. "Come on in, Linley! You are just in time."

"Bye Sire!"

"I will see you later, sweetspark." He waved as his daughter went in to his friend's quarters and the door slid closed behind her.

:Prowl?:

:Yes Carrier?:

:Can you come to the medbay?:

:Sure, on my way.:

Prowl walked down the corridors and entered the medbay. "What did you ne-"

"PROWLER!"

The SIC moved out of the way just in time to avoid be knocked over by the TIC. "Seriously? You called me away from work for this?" The tactician groaned, turned on hi pede and walked out of the med bay. His silence was short lived when he heard his name being called again.

"It is nice to see you too." Prowl scoffed and entered his office. Clearly Jazz did not get the message because nano-klicks later he entered the office as well.

"I have missed you."

"That is nice."

"Seriously? I get the same treatment now as I did when I left?"

There was a soft knock at the door. "Come in."

The door slid open and there was Linley smiling. "Sire?"

Jazz gasped. Was this their little femme? He sure had missed a lot if she was. "Yes, sweet spark?" Prowl asked calmly, not wanting to scare her.

"Can stay with Jacey, Jaylon and Jemma after class?"

"Does Wheeljack know?"

She nodded. "He told me I had to ask yous first."

"Yes, you may."

"Thank you sire."

Jazz got down to the young one's level. "What is your name?"

"My name is Linley. Who are you?"

Before Jazz could answer Prowl spoke up. "He is old friend of mine. He is no one you need to know at the moment. I am sure Wheeljack and the others are waiting for you to go back."

"Yes Sire." She looked at her sire's friend one more time. "Bye sir." She bowed and left. Once the door slid closed Prowl spoke again.

"You will stay away from her!"

"Slag it Prowl, that is my daughter too! You can't keep me from her!"

"Yes I can. I out rank you! If I give you an order then you are to follow it, UNDERSTOOD?"

Jazz had tears flowing from his optics. "Why are you doing this to me?" Jazz spoke barely above a whisper.

"You have been gone for 3 fragging metacycles! You missed her first words, you missed her first steps and you missed when she was so scared because, like you, she has lost some of her vision! Slag it Jazz. It is not far to Linley that you get to just walk out of her life and then expect to come back in 3 metacycles later and assume nothing will change! You promised me the day she was born that you would not leave me a single sire. And the day after she was born you left and I have not heard a single thing about you in 3 metacycles! I do not see how it is fair to me for you to just be able to ditch your responsibilities whenever you fragging feel like it!"

Prowl had tears flowing from his optics at this point and he did not care. He continued to freak out at Jazz.

"Why should I allow you in to her life? Hm? So you can walk right back out again and then I have to be the one that has to deal with her broken spark? That is not how it works Jazz! You are either a parent or you aren't! When you left for that mission 3 metacycles ago you made your choice and now you have to deal with it."

"Prowl… Please do not do this to me… Do you not think I have suffered enough? The whole time I was gone you and Linley were on my processor. I could not stop thinking about you." He stopped to catch his breath.

"I regretted telling you that I was going to still go on dangerous missions. I am sorry that I did not tell Prime to back off. I am sorry that did not try harder to contact you-"

"What did you say?"

"I regret not trying harder to contact you?"

"No, before that."

"I am sorry that I did not tell Prime to back off?"

"Yes, that."

"What about it?"

"Prime forced you to go on a 3 metacycle mission?"

"He did not know that it was going to take 3 metacycles and he did not force me to take it he strongly suggested that I go with me team. I was more than happy to sit it out. But Prime said it would be best if I went."

Jazz noticed Prowl was getting very angry. "Am I still in trouble?"

"That depends."

"On?"

"It depends on whether or not you are telling the truth."

"Come! NOW!" Prowl left his office and Jazz was right behind him. He had told Prowl the whole truth and he hoped and prayed to Primus that this would at least have Prowl think about allowing him to see his little femme.

He left Jazz in the med bay with Ratchet and went to get his sire. He was so slagging mad. He had spent the last 3 metacycles being mad at his bonded and now he finds out it may have been his sire's fault.

After calmly talking to his sire, he managed to get him to follow him to the med bay. They both entered the med bay. "Okay. I want this from the top. I want to know EXACTLY what happened 3 metacycles ago."

Ratchet spoke up. "What does this have to do with me?"

"If I offline either one of them, you will have easy access to fix them."

Optimus explained about the mission and anything else the SIC asked. "You lied to me?" Everyone looked at Ratchet. "You told me it was Jazz's idea! You told me it was Jazz's idea to go back to his missions that he was going stir crazy from doing nothing all the time."

Prowl looked at Jazz. The saboteur looked like he was ready to kill Prime too. Prowl sighed and left the med bay and went back to his office. About 5 klicks later there was a knock on the door.

"Come in." The door slid open and Jazz came in, tears soaking his face. After the door slid closed behind him he slid down to the floor and sobbed.

"Jazz?"

"Prowl… I… I am sorry. Please do not take my family away from me. Prowl I lost you once, I can't lose you again. Please do not make me lose Linley either."

Prowl went over to the saboteur and gave him a hug. "Kiss me."

"What?"

"Kiss me like you would, after not being able to see me for 3 metacycles."

Jazz instantly caught on. He put his servos on either side of the tactician's face and pulled him in to a kiss and his kissed him with more passion than was thought possible. The TIC then wrapped his arms around his lover's neck and held him tight.

"I have missed you so much, Prowler."

"I have missed you too Jazzy."

A small smile crept up on their faces. Prowl stood first and opened the bottom drawer of his desk, which he always kept locked. He pulled out a medium sized box and handed it to his lover. "What is it, Prowler?"

"A small part of me hoped you would come back. The same small part of me that loved you and wasn't mad at you… They are video clips and pictures all transferred to data pads. They start the day you left and they end about a week ago. They are all about Linley. You wanted to know what she has been up since you have been gone. That is everything life changing that creator should be able to see their child go through."

Jazz opened the box and took out the data pad with the oldest date on it. "I can't promise you any time with her tonight. Besides… I thought you and I could spend tonight together. But starting tomorrow… You can have all the time in the world with her."

"You mean... I get to spend time with Linley?" Prowl nodded and Jazz tackled him and kissed him. Prowl moaned when Jazz touched his door wings. "You have a lot of build-up, Prowler."

"Yeah, I know."

"Why is that?"

"Because the only thing that can help me, disappeared for 3 metacycles."

"I can take you right here."

Prowl groaned. "Lock the… door."

"That… Can be arranged." Jazz smiled.

Author's Note: SO! I hope you all enjoyed this second chapter. Leave a line or two and let me know what you think! I am hoping to write more soon. Until Next Time!