A/N: I'd just like to thank everyone for reading/favoriting/reviewing this story, I'm so glad you guys are enjoying it and as it's been a super long time since I uploaded, I've uploaded two chapters for you all today that I hope you enjoy with some more Jazz/Phoenix/Prowl bonding and I've thrown Ratchet, Optimus and even Elita in for good measure – Elita will be making a few appearances throughout this story and she plays quite a key role (even though she has to be dead to do it, sorry! )

I'm also hinting at a sub-plot for one of the characters that will be running alongside the main plot so virtual cookies to whoever guesses which character that is! (It's pretty obvious though lol) Anyway, I hope you enjoy these long awaited and well deserved chapters, and thank you all for reading!

DISCLAIMER: I own nothing to do with Transformers, the only thing I own are OC's (mainly Phoenix)

The Brig, Jazz's POV

Jazz was not enjoying his brig time at all, Ironhide of all mechs had been left on guard duty just to make sure he didn't hack the brig door controls and escape again. And Ironhide was not in the best of moods with him.

"You're a fragging idiot, you know." The black mech growled at him.

"Ah know."

"And you chose to go against protocol to endanger a human youngling."

"Ah know tha' as well." Jazz replied and Ironhide stood up and growled.

"Then why the frag did you do it?!" Ironhide roared and Jazz raised one eyebrow at him and shrugged. "You glitching, afthead Scraplet! Answer me youngling!" Jazz sighed and insepected his servo, pretending to be bored before opening his mouthplates to speak.

"Mah spark has this…. Connection ah guess to her." He replied, tapping the metal over his spark chamber.

"After knowing her for less than a day."

"Yeah." Ironhide sighed and when he spoke again, his tone had a lot less venom in.

"I suppose that makes sense. I felt the same with Chromia when we met and then later with Arcee and Bee. It's odd though because she's not exactly compatible with your spark as she's human for Primus' sake."

"Ah thought tha' too, but it's there all the same." Ironhide nodded, before going still, obviously receiving a transmission.

"Ratchet says we can go visit the human."

"Alrigh' then, let's go." Ironhide opened the door to the cell and Jazz made to leave, but Irnohide stopped him with a gentle arm to the shoulder.

"Jazz…"

"Wha'? Wha' ain't yah tellin' me 'Hide?" Ironhide sighed, and his optics filled with age-old sorrow that Jazz had seen many times, but never directed at him before.

"You are aware that humans cannot reattach limbs like we can?"

"Yeah. Point bein'?" He asked causually, but his spark was leaping in its chamber erratically.

"What scalpel did.. the energon has burned away her left arm and it was irreparable. Ratchet had no choice but to remove it and replace it with a metal one. The human has not gone into shock over it, but there is no telling how she will react later." First Jazz felt only sorrow for his human charge, but it was quickly joined by anger at Scalpel.

"When ah get mah hands on tha' crab, ah'll send him straigh' to the unmaker." He told Ironhide who nodded and nudged Jazz towards the door.

"Let's go then." He said, and led Jazz into the medbay where Prowl was sitting talking with Phoenix. She still looked beaten up and bruised, but there was colour back in her cheeks and she was talking enthusiastically to Prowl who also looked a heck of a lot better. The only thing out of place was the metal appendage on his charge.

"Jazz!" Phoenix said joyfully when she saw him and Jazz sat down, offering her is palm which she climbed into and hugged his index finger.

"Hey there li'l lady. Prowler." He said, nodding to his brother who inclined his head in return. It was still weird to be in the same room as Prowl and be unable to feel anything at all form the bond. "How are ya doin' sweetspark?"

"Oh I'm good and look at this!" She said, moving her metal arm. "I'm part metal now, like you and it works just as good as the old one. It's like it was always there, except it feels just a tiny bit weird. Ratchet made it, he's awesome!" Ratchet made a 'hmph' noise from where he was watching, but Jazz could tell he was secretly pleased. It was rare that he got praise for his actions.

"And how are yah Prowler?"

"Prowl please, and I am recovering although work has yet to be done on my spark chamber."

"I'm doing as best as I can, but it's just completely illogical and if I do one thing wrong, it could put him in danger of offlining." Ratchet said, looking down at his scans in frustration. Shockwave had barely left anything untouched.

"Shockwave only does things that are logical though, right?" Phoenix injected, remembering what Jazz had told her about the 'bot.

"Indeed young one. My theory is that he has tried to re-wire Prowl for a purpose of his own design. As that is probably of a flawed and immoral nature I do not know what it would be." Phoenix sighed and leaned back in Jazz's hand against his finger.

"You can figure it out though right?"

"I am doing as best as I can." Ratchet answered honestly, but he did not know if he could. Jazz looked down at Phoenix's metal arm and noticed the Cybertronian symbols in it. Perhaps Ratchet had done it? Although, if Ratchet had then it was a very old language as he did not understand it. He nudged Prowl and gestured to it, but Prowl shrugged, showing that he did not know the meaning either.

"Ratchet, wha' dialect did ya use on Phoenix's arm?"

"What? I have done nothing to Phoenix's arm. I have no idea what you are on about." Phoenix was watching them closely, but offered no opinion on the matter. Ratchet came over to investigate. He looked down, before gasping and dropping the medical tool that he held, backing away and looking at Phoenix as though she was Megatron for Primus' sake.

"What? What is it?" Phoenix asked, evidently worried by the mech's reaction. Jazz brought his charge closer his spark as though Ratchet might snatch her away and placed his other hand around her protectively. Prowl regarded Ratchet with an oddly curious expression.

"That's not possible." Ratchet finally said, after regaining his senses.

"Explain." Prowl almost ordered, optics hard.

"It is an ancient language, far older than most here. Even Ironhide, who remembers the Golden Age would not recognise this. Its beginnings can be found dating back to the very dawn of Cybertron itself, before the Seven Original Primes – all the way back to when the first few sparks onlined."

Jazz felt a sense of awe rush over him. He knew Ratchet was the oldest of them all, but he had assumed the mech to be around the same age as Ironhide, perhaps a little older. For Ratchet to know the language, the mech must be from before the Golden Age which was eons and eons before he had even first onlined. Prowl must have also came to the same conclusion, for he looked a little dumbstruck as well, which never happened to Prowl.

"Wha' does it mean?"

"The 'bot said it was a name." Phoenix answered softly and they all turned to her.

"Which 'bot?"

"She said her name was Elita-1, and she also gave me a bracelet." Phoenix held up her left wrist and they could clearly read Elita's designation on it, showing she was under Elita's protection. Jazz and Prowl shared glances, wondering what this could mean. "What does the name mean?" She asked Ratchet, looking up at him. The mech hesitated a second before replying.

"It does not have an accurate translation in neither Cybertronian nor your primitive tongue, but the rough would be ….." He said something to Prowl in Praxian and Prowl thought over it.

"It means something like Raging fire-breather of the North as that is the closest word you have to Predacon."

"So, ah Phoenix then? Raging Phoenix of the North?" Jazz said and both Prowl's and Ratchet's optics dimmed as they searched the creature and Ratchet nodded.

"Yes, a good translation, although that does not encompass the entire name."

"Compared to you guys, we have really basic names don't we?" Phoenix questioned, pleased with the translation of her name glyphs.

"Indeed, each Cybertronian ever sparked has their own separate name glyph with its own unique meaning. When we came to earth, we chose human names that suited the best although they do not quite work. The real name is far more intricate, as is our language." Ratchet explained, obviously in full lecture mode now. Phoenix nodded, realising just how basic and breakable humans were compared to cybertronians. "For example," Ratchet was saying, "Jazz's translation would be 'Soul of Music' or something similar."

"Tha's me! Life an' soul of the party!" Jazz declared, looking pretty pleased with himself, leaving Prowl to raise an optic ridge at him. Phoenix smirked at him as well, whilst Ratchet just groaned and rolled his optics.

"Hey Ratchet, when can I leave this med-bay?"

"Certainly not today! I need to keep an eye on your injuries which means no sneaking her out Jazz." Ratchet said, pronouncing each word with emphasis. It was Jazz's turn to roll his optics now.

"Sure thing Hatchet." Ratchet sighed and aimed a wrench at his shoulder plating.

"Ow man!"

"Nicknames."

"Frag you….Ow!"

"Language." Ratchet reprimanded and Jazz glared at him, mumbling something under his breath about 'slagging medic and his slagging wrenches.' Phoenix giggled at him and he grinned back, Prowl watching on. "Ironhide's back, so you can get out of my med-bay." Ratchet said, pointing at Jazz who started to whine.

"But Ra-atch, I ain't even been here tha' long man!"

"No buts, and I don't care. I need to work on Prowl and Phoenix needs to rest. Out, now." Still whining and moaning, Jazz handed Phoenix to Prowl and Ratchet practically kicked him out the med-bay, throwing a wrench after him that hit its target with a resounding 'THWACK!' Ratchet chuckled quietly to himself and went back to his work.

"Is he evil or what?" Phoenix muttered. Prowl looked down at his brother's charge and a hint of a smile appeared at the corners of his mouthplates.

"One can never be too sure about Ratchet when he is in a mood youngling, and you would be wise to remember that."