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Phoenix's eyes fluttered open weakly. She was no longer strapped to the table, instead she was chained to a wall, but at least Scalpel was gone. Everything was on fire, the places where scalpel had cut her were the most painful and she guessed that the energon had given her a chemical burn. She was also thirsty. Really thirsty. Wishing for some water, she returned to complaining in her head about the various injuries. At least it was dark so she could not see the extent of her injuries and freak out.

An odd clanging noise disturbed the silence in the room. Stiffening, she stared hard into the gloom and could make out a large foot. It was probably another prisoner, although Jazz hadn't mentioned any Autobots that the decepticons had captured.

"Hello? Who's there?" She called out. Another clanging noise and the foot moved backwards.

"My designation is Prowl, Second in Command of the Autobots and Head Tactician." Prowl?! That was Jazz's brother he had mentioned once or twice, the one that was supposed to be missing. "What is your designation?"

"Um, my name is Phoenix and I'm a um human."

"Nice to meet you Phoenix, considering the …. Regrettable predicament we seem to be in." Another silence fell over the room.

"Your brother is my guardian." She told him. There was another clanging sound, maybe he was also chained to the wall like she was.

"You have seen Jazz? Is he okay?" The voice seemed to become sharper and more interested, it also sounded less formal than it had before.

"I think so, I mean we got attacked by some decepticreeps so I don't know if he is injured or not."

"And…you are his charge?"

"Yeah, we did the whole vow thing although we can't make a whatsamacallit …a sparkbond."

Prowl's POV

Prowl had been trapped in the decepticon warship for a long time now. His chronometer had been broken by either scalpel or shockwave, leaving him with no perception of time. He estimated that he had been on here for a few vorns now.

He knew they were on earth as Scalpel had gleefully told him at some point. The native lifeform, the human showed up as being severely wounded on his almost broken scanners, it would probably offline without the correct medical attention. To hear the human say it was his brother's charge …Prowl did not know what to think about that. He wasn't even sure that was possible, or allowed, but the human seemed to be telling the truth, so he had to try and prevent it from offlining if he could.

He wished he could feel his brother through their sparkbond, but that pit-spawn Shockwave had placed some kind of dampener on him he guessed, as he hadn't felt Jazz since the experiments had started.

"So this planet is earth. What is it like?" He wondered if talking would keep the human from offlining. He had to try anyway.

"Oh, its um, well I don't really know how to describe it if you've never seen it."

"What are humans like?"

"Well, I'm halfway between Jazz's ankle and his kneecap, so I don't now how tall you are, but we are probably quite small in comparison. We aren't made of metal, and we don't live very long. Jazz said it was one vorn or something." He could tell the human was small and organic from his scans, but he needed to keep her talking and only one vorn?! By Primus, that was an incredibly short lifespan. "How long have we been here?" the human suddenly asked.

"I do not know, my chronometer is damaged."

"Oh." Another silence. "What colour are you?"

"I was black and white, but I imagine I probably don't look that good right now. What colour are you?" The human laughed as his question and he didn't understand what was so funny.

"Humans? We are all kinds of colours, mainly a very pale pink flesh colour, but we have different eye colours and hair colours." The hair must be the material on top of its head.

"Why are you laughing?" Prowl asked, perplexed at its amusement. Surely all humans had colours? Nothing was colourless.

"You don't generally ask humans what colour they are, it's an odd question." It was Prowl's turn to be silent, but just as he opened his lipplates to speak, a loud alarm went off outside the room.

"What is that noise?"

"I believe that is the warship's alarm, warning the decepticons of any intruders."

"Could it be Jazz?"

"Possibly." Prowl answered, daring for the first time in what felt like decavorns to hope that he could see his brother again.

Jazz's POV

After having Ratchet fix him up as best as the medic could, Jazz had left immediately for the co-ordinates and found a decepticon warship in a place known as 'Death Valley, Nevada.' It had been hidden with a cloaking device, and that fact that no humans lived here as the environment was too extreme for them to survive in.

The ship had been fairly easy to infiltrate, and he had used his small size to crawl through a vent. After spotting the nearest access point, he had hacked the main framework and downloaded the co-ordinates of Phoenix's location, only to find that Prowl was in the same cell as her. Shock ran through his processor.

His brother was on board? Why hadn't he felt him? How long had Prowl been there for? What had Shockwave done to him? His thoughts were interrupted as the alarms went off, having sensed him hack the mainframe. Moving fast, he escaped back into the vent and set off along the direction that would take him to Prowl and Phoenix.

When he was above the cell, he blasted a hole in the roof and jumped down. The light coming in from the vent showed that Phoenix was in a critical condition, and Prowl was not much better. Both were in danger of offlining soon if he did not get them out, although by the look of them, it was going to be a lot harder getting out than getting in.

"Jazz!" Phoenix said, smiling up at him.

"Heya Phoenix, hey Prowler."

"My designation is Prowl." Prowl's voice sounded odd, as though he might be about to cry.

"Ah know, ah know. Let's get ya guys outta here. Prowler, can ya crawl?"

"I believe I can."

"Good." He used his blades to remove the chains from his brother and then from Phoenix. There would be time for reunions later, after they got off this pit-spawn of a ship. Jazz gave Prowl a leg up into the vent, and hearing the sound of approaching decepticons, he gently picked up Phoenix, who yelped in pain.

Climbing through the vent, he and Prowl crawled as fast as they could to the nearest point where they could exit the ship. Jazz hoped that no decepticons were outside the ship today and that they were all preoccupied with searching the ship for the infiltrator.

He scanned both of them again, Prowl was running so low on energon it was a miracle the mech had not fallen into emergency statis already and his charge was in danger of offlining as well.

"Stay awake for meh, both of ya."

"Acknowledged." Prowl replied wearily and Phoenix made a noise of acknowledgement as well. "We are almos' there now."

At the exit point, Prowl more fell than jumped out of the vent.

"Can ya transform?"

"No." Prowl replied, and Jazz took his brother's arm and placed it around his shoulder so Prowl could lean on him. They walked as fast as they could away from the decepticon warship and took shelter behind a large boulder. Jazz had a cloaking device, but Prowl did not, so he attached the device to Prowl as well. It would shield them from the decepticons.

Phoenix had collapsed and Jazz commed Ratchet and the others, hoping they would get here soon. He pulled out some medical equipment from his subspace, Ratchet had taught him how to do an emergency energon transfusion and he would have to do that with Prowl to stop his brother from offlining.

"Ah need to do an energon transfusion on ya." He told Prowl, who was too tired to protest. He did the transfusion, which left him weaker, but brought Prowl's energon levels up to just above 15%, which was an improvement over the previous 6%. As for his charge, he knew little about human medicine and treatment so he would have to wait for Ratchet. He could take revenge on the decepticons later, what mattered now was that she was safe.

Prowl leaned against Jazz's shoulder and Phoenix curled into his hand even more. Far off in the distance, there was the sound of a wailing siren.