A/N: Well, I know it's late, but I just finished twenty four, so I decided to update this like I said I might yesterday!

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Anonymous BW FG: (CH 3) DAWW thank you!

(Ch 2) I'll have to look it up! Thank you!

Bluebutterflywitch: NO! Give him back you monster! XD I thought it was nice touch cause everytime I write him, he's always trying to get optimus's signature or something XD

Ironhidsduaghter: Bluestreak's gray with a sorta red like belt. He has a red cheveron on his pretty face XD Prowl is black and white, with a red cheveron as well.

Autobotschic: Don't be mean to Smokey! he deserves it, but Bluestreak might beat your aft! XD

Prowl woke up to a loud crash. His little frame shot up, and glanced around. He couldn't really see in the dark, but he could make out a huge black shape running out of the room. He looked over to his Gray's berth, but it was flat.

"Gray?"

"I'm okay." Bluestreak's voice came out fuzzy, and distorted from the hallway going to their room. "I'm fine. Go back to recharge."

Prowl laid back down, but his optics remained online. Something was wrong. "Gray?"

"I'm okay, Prowl. Don't worry. I'm just… getting some energon."

Gray didn't sound okay. Prowl sat up, and climbed off his berth. He slowly walked to the door, and peeked out. Gray was leaning against the wall with his helm bent towards the ground. "Gray?"

Gray's helm turned to Prowl, his optics dim, and his intakes quick. "Prowl, I'm fine. Go to recharge, alright?"

"No feel good?"

"I'm fine. Recharge."

Prowl frowned. "No."

"No?"

"No." Prowl nodded standing in the doorway still peeking out.

"Prowl, please go to recharge. I'll be fine."

"Lie." Prowl shook his helm.

"It's late, Prowl, you need recharge." Gray stood up, and staggered towards Prowl. "Come here." Gray's optics flashed before he fell over.

Prowl's optics widened. "Gray?" He slowly walked up to the fallen form. "Gray?" He brought her servos up, and started shaking the massive form. "Gray? Recharging? Gray?"

Bluestreak groaned as his optics onlined. What was he doing on the floor? He felt a nudge from his side. He glanced over, and his optics widened. "Prowl?"

The small black and white form scooted closer to Bluestreak. His optics flashed on, and he scurried up to get a better look at Bluestreak. "Gray?"

Bluestreak pulled Prowl close, and stood up. "I'm okay." He groaned as his helm throbbed. "Ow."

Prowl's optics flashed on. "Gray? Recharge!"

"Yeah, I was recharging." Bluestreak winced as his helm pulsed with pain again. He stepped out of the hall, and sat Prowl onto his chair at the table. "I'll be right back, Prowl. Stay there. I love you!" Bluestreak sent a smiled to the youngling.

"Love Gray."

Bluestreak smiled as he walked out of the dining room, and into the living room. He groaned again as the pain seemed to increase. He stopped in front of the unit's comm. System. "Open communications with Kaymin."

The screen flashed blue, showing the glyphs for connecting. A couple of seconds later, Kaymin appeared on the screen. "What's up Blu- Frag it, Jazz! Sit down like a real mech!"

Bluestreak smiled painfully. "Can you pick up Prowl and take him to the day center today? I don't think I'll be able to make it to work either... I have to go visit Ratchet.

Kaymin's visor lit up at the mention of Ratchet. "Is Ratchet your new plaything? Getting hott with him?"

Bluestreak groaned. Now that kaymin mentioned it. His frame was pretty hot. "I am getting pretty hot." He mumbled, not catching Kaymin's innuendo.

Kaymin's visor lit up. "Nooo?" His answer was stretched out and surprised.

"You can't pick Prowl up?"

"Huh, oh yeah. I can pick him up. Take your time with this Ratchet okay? You've covered for me lots of times, so I owe you. But if things get too bad, call me, okay?"

Bluestreak frowned. Too bad? He was pretty sure it was just a simple virus. And why did he have to cover for him? He was sick. That's all Kaymin would have to say. "Um. Thanks. I'll get Prowl ready, and then I'll head over to Ratchet's maybe he'll be able to fix whatever that's getting me down."

Kaymin sent an impressed smile to Bluestreak. "Alight. Serenade an- Jazz! Stop it!" Energon went sailing through the air. "Frag it. You're not getting anymore!" A block hit Kaymin square in the face. Kaymin released a sigh. "We're about to leave, and head your way, Blue. As soon as I throw this youngling out the window!"

The screen went black, leaving Bluestreak standing awkwardly in front of the communication system. "Kaymin's acting weird. Maybe it's just me though." Bluestreak rubbed his helm as he walked back into the kitchen, and spotted Prowl. "Serenade and Kaymin are going to take you to the day center today."

Prowl sent a concerned look to the adult. "Okay."

"You'll make friends today, Prowl. Why don't you ask younglings to sign your data pad?"

"Okay." Prowl nodded half-heartedly.

Bluestreak frowned. "Prowl? Are you okay?" Prowl nodded his helm, as he stared at the table top. Bluestreak sighed as crouched down in front of Prowl. "Prowl, I'll be okay. Is that what's wrong?"

Prowl nodded with a frown. "Gray not okay."

Bluestreak pulled Prowl into a hug. "I'm going to go see Ratchet. He's the doctor you see. He'll make me feel better, alright?" Prowl nodded. "I'll be okay, Prowl. Kaymin and Serenade will be here soon. They don't live too far away. They're actually in the building across the road. You can see it from the window. Oh! Are you hungry?"

"Hungry." Prowl nodded. Both jumped when the door opened.

"Jazz! You don't just walk in!" Kaymin stomped in. "Sorry, Bluestreak. Apologize, Jazz."

"Sorry!" Jazz jumped onto the chair across from Prowl.

Bluestreak grabbed a cube of low grade, and sat it down in front of Prowl. "There you go, Prowl." Bluestreak turned to Kaymin, and Serenade. "I'm sorry for causing you two trouble. I'm sure I'll be better by tomorrow."

The two smirked at each other. "Oh, we're sure you will. Unless something bad happens, like somebody coming out of nowhere and hitting you in the face." Serenade sent him a wink.

Bluestreak frowned, but quickly collected himself. He glanced over to Prowl, and smiled. Jazz was staring at Prowl's cube with a deep desire. "Jazz, if you want a cube, I can get you one. As long as you promise not to waste it. I don't have a lot of credits these days."

Kaymin shook his helm. "No. Jazz wasted his energon this morning, and has to wait till mid orn until he can get another cube."

Bluestreak frowned. "But…"

"Don't worry, Bluestreak. He'll be fine." Serenade smiled.

"The mech had two cubes last night. I half thought he was over energized." Kaymin snorted

Bluestreak nodded. "Alright."

Prowl downed the rest of his cube quickly, and climbed off his chair. He ran up to Bluestreak, and looked up at the gray giant. "Refuel."

Bluestreak frowned. "No. I'm not refueling this morning. I'm not really hungry."

Prowl frowned. "Refuel."

Bluestreak frowned at the commanding tone Prowl had. "Okay. I will, but you have to go to the day center."

"Show." Prowl stared at Bluestreak.

Bluestreak jumped as Prowl called his lie. "Alright." Bluestreak went to the storage, and grabbed himself a cube. "See?"

Prowl nodded as he ran up to the door, and grabbed his backpack. Serenade smiled down at him. "Does he usually walk, or do you carry him?"

"It varies." Bluestreak winced as his helm throbbed. "You have to ask him."

Serenade smiled down at Prowl. "Do you want to walk?"

Prowl raised his hands up to the femme. Serenade smiled as she picked him up. "You're cute."

"Thanks." Prowl answered.

Jazz quickly jumped off the table, and climbed his Sire's legs. "Carry me!"

"You always pull my audio horns!" Kaymin complained

"Nu-uh!"

"Good-bye, Bluestreak. I'll bring Prowl back after class! You know if Ratchet doesn't beat the scrap out of you." Serenade waved as she walked out of the unit.

"Have fun, Blue. Don't let anybody hurt you!" Kaymin smiled, following after Serenade with a youngling hanging off his audio horns.

Bluestreak waved at them as they left. He let out a groan as the door shut. He walked up to the table, and picked up Prowl's empty energon cube. The scent of the energon made him sick to his tanks. "I can't refuel. I'll just end up purging."

Bluestreak threw the cube into the recycling unit, put his cube back into the storage, and walked into the living room, where he flopped onto the couch. "I have to see Ratchet, but I'm so tired." Bluestreak offlined his optics. "A joor of recharge won't hurt." Bluestreak quickly set his internal alarm, and went into a light recharge.

Prowl listened to the family communicate. Jazz seemed to cause his guardians trouble. If he had ever done that, he would have gotten in trouble with his old guardians. Jazz continuously moved around his Sire's frame, climbing over the shoulders, onto the helm, sliding back down to the legs.

Through all that, the bigger mech continued walking. Almost like he didn't have an over hyper youngling using him as a jungle gym.

Serenade giggled as Jazz wrapped his legs around Kaymin's neck, and hung off him backwards, restricting Kaymin's intakes.

Prowl's processor began running at one hundred percent capacity. There was a seventy three percent chance Jazz would fall. If Jazz stayed like that for more than a couple of kliks, there was an eighty seven percent chance he could kill the mech he was hanging from. "Stop!" Prowl's voice came out commanding, and cold.

Jazz pulled himself up onto Kaymin's shoulders, and stared at Prowl with a bright visor. Serenade and Kaymin both went silent, waiting on some kind of friction between the two to start up. Jazz only stared though. The group got almost to the entrance of the center before Jazz even moved.

Jazz climbed off Kaymin, and walked beside his carrier, staring up at Prowl. "Why?"

Prowl stared down at Jazz, confused as to what the mech was questioning.

"Why did ya want me to stop?"

Prowl's stare never broke from other youngling. "Numbers."

"Numbers?" Jazz gave Prowl a strange glance. "You're dumb!"

"Jazz!" Serenade scolded.

"He is!" Jazz yelled back.

Prowl ignored Jazz and Serenade's argument as they walked into the youngling day center. Serenade and Kaymin greeted Seabreeze as they walked in. Kaymin stopped to talk to her a little longer as Serenade took the two younglings into her class room.

"Jazz corner." Serenade ordered as she put Prowl firmly on the ground.

"What?"

"Jazz! You can't call another youngling dumb! I want a good mech. Not a mech who insults other bots! Corner, now!"

Jazz scowled at Prowl as he stomped over to the corner when he plopped down on the ground. Prowl stood where he was as Serenade walked over to her desk. She sat down with a sigh, and picked up a data pad.

Bluestreak groaned as he sat up. His helm was killing him. He checked his internal clock and groaned. He missed his alarm. He had been in recharge for twice as long as he planned. He walked up to the communication station, and sat down. "Start communication the Praxus community clinic."

The communicator beeped for a moment before a femme popped up on screen. "Oh, hey! It's you."

"Hi. I need an appointment with Ratchet as soon as possible."

"Is the youngling okay?"

"It's me actually. Nothing serious."

The femme nodded. "Alright. We have a slot open right now, if you can get here."

Bluestreak nodded. "That's good. I'll be there as soon as I can."

The femme smiled as she ended the communication.

Prowl sat across from Jazz during their group arts and crafts. Jazz wasn't happy at all. The two had gotten paired together by Serenade, who felt the two could use some bonding after that morning.

Prowl stared straight ahead at Jazz, disregarding the anger he felt radiating off the usually happy mechling.

Prowl weighed his options. Gray had told him to get bots to sign his data pad, but he wasn't sure. There was a thirty percent chance Jazz would ignore the offer, a twenty percent chance the mechling would throw the data pad, and a fifty percent chance Jazz would start screaming and yelling at Prowl, and then afterwards, actually breaking the data pad.

Prowl picked up his favorite data pad, and passed it to Jazz. "Sign." It was worth a chance.

Jazz growled at Prowl. "Now ya just think you can boss me around!"

"No." Prowl shook his helm and watched as Jazz lifted the data pad up, and slammed it down on the table. The data pad bounced off the table, and hit the ground. Jazz lifted his foot, and stomped on it. Prowl heard the sickening crunch, but remained stoic.

"I don't want to have anything to do with you. Ya can't tell me what to do!"

Serenade had only heard Jazz's yells, but she had already known something was wrong. She quickly made her way across the room, and frowned at Jazz. His face was scrunched up, fists were clinched, and his breathing was labored. "WHY AREN'T YOU GETTING MAD?"

Prowl simply stared. He couldn't control himself anymore. "Ninety three percent chance you'll hit me. Four percent chance you'll cry. Two percent chance you'll run away. One percent chance you won't hold a grudge."

Serenade stared at Prowl with shock. She jumped as Jazz's fist slammed into Prowl's face. "JAZZ!"

Prowl crashed to the floor, but didn't bother to get up. "Ninety nine percent chance you're not done."

Jazz leaped at the black and white youngling, only to be caught by Serenade. "Jazz, STOP!" He froze in the femme's arms.

By this time all optics had turned to the two. Younglings were half off their seats to help Jazz. Others were seemingly glued to theirs, not wanting to get involved.

Prowl stayed where he was, laying on the ground staring up at the white ceiling. The numbers just came out. He couldn't control them. He got nervous.

"Jazz, go to your Sire's room, and calm down. Prowl, stand up." Serenade's voice came out aggravated. Prowl remained where he was. He didn't want to get up. "Prowl, I said get up!"

Prowl slowly stood up. Serenade crouched down next to him, and checked his face where Jazz hit him. "You're fine. Go to the corner."

Prowl ignored her again as he walked up to his data pad. "You can't take that wit-" Serenade stopped as she saw the data pad completely broken. "I'll get you a new one, but right now, go to the corner."

She couldn't replace it. "Gray."

Serenade stood up. "Come with me to the hall, Prowl. You're not in trouble, just follow me."

Prowl slowly followed the femme out into the hall. She picked him up, and sat him on a bench beside her door. "You can cry if you want."

It was illogical to want to cry. It wouldn't bring back his favorite Data pad. It wouldn't bring back the four signatures, or the pictures Gray drew on it. "Don't want to."

"You look like you do, youngling." Serenade sighed. "I'm sorry about what Jazz did. He doesn't like being told what to do, and when you yelled at him this morning, he didn't know how to handle it. No youngling has done that to him before. He's used to being liked, and beloved by all. He's not used to the feeling of one of his peers yelling at him."

"Dangerous."

Serenade's helm fell to the side. "What was?"

"Seventy three percent chance falling. eighty seven percent chance he could kill the mech."

Serenade's optics widened. "You wanted to help earlier. You were worried?" Prowl nodded. Serenade sighed. "I'm sorry for how Jazz handled the situation he was in. I'll have him apologize. Now, into the corner with you!"

Prowl nodded, as he climbed off the bench and back into classroom, plopping down in front of the corner.