A/N: This was originally going to be a oneshot, but since we're still in the youngling part of the story I'm putting it here and edit it to fit into the story line a little better. ! XD

REVIEWS!

Bluebutterflywitch: XD He saw the road to freedom to get out of the craziness he's suffered through! XD Jazz is adorable. I love him! I would! I would keep him! XD Kaymin doesn't have the guts! I don't know. Wrenches might be used on the little ones, but they might be plastic XD. CALLING NUMBER 64! So close! XD

Anonymous BW FG: Gotta make sacrifices, right? I understand! As long as whatever you do makes you makes you happy, then I'm happy! You would be an awesome friend -Hugs!- It means alot that you liked my stories. Thank you!

Autobotschic: XD -Stops laughing suddenly, and glares.- You have things that belong to me. I want them. -snaps fingers. Bluestreak, Kaymin, and Serenade appear behind me- Let's be mature here, and hand over the sparklings.

Kaymin Smirked- She can have Jazz.

Serenade glared at Kaymin- She can sparkling sit!

Bluestreak frowned- Prowl! come back!

Zrexheartz: THANK YOU! XD

Bluestreak leaned against the counter. He smiled as Prowl's helm would fall slightly, but the small bot's sheer will power would force him to lift it up quickly. "Are you tired, Prowl?"

"No."

Bluestreak giggled. "Okay."

Prowl sat at the table, his helm bobbing up and down as he stared at the television, his favorite show that Bluestreak recorded played different episodes on repeat to entertain the small mech.

Bluestreak had a lot of tests to grade, and Prowl refused to go to recharge without his "Gray". It was the cutest thing Bluestreak had ever seen. Right after Smokescreen recharging with a deck of cards. Okay, the two were neck and neck.

Bluestreak looked down at the data pad in front of him and began marking the answers giving a smiley face on the right ones, and a star on the ones they needed to redo for half credit back. He glanced back up at Prowl who was now standing on the chair to keep himself awake.

"You can recharge if you like."

"No."

"Okay." Bluestreak smiled as he turned his attention back to the data pads.

"Have one?"

Bluestreak glanced up at the black and white youngling. "A data pad?" Prowl nodded. "Well, you can't have one of these, but you can go grab one of yours."

Prowl nodded as he climbed off the chair and ran into the living room. Bluestreak smiled as the youngling froze right in front of the television, and stood there a second before he frowned at himself. He quickly grabbed one of his data pads, and stole another glance at the television before he ran back into the kitchen area. "Show."

"What?" Bluestreak asked.

Prowl pointed to one of the stars. "Draw."

Bluestreak laughed. "You want to learn how to draw a star?"

Prowl nodded. "Yes. Show Jazz."

"Jazz?" Bluestreak laughed as he remembered the drawing Kaymin had showed him. There were spiky circles on the page, and he kept claiming them to be stars. Jazz had drawn them on his faceplate. The perfect pallet. "Jazz isn't very good at drawing them, is he?"

Prowl shook his helm. "Told him."

Bluestreak laughed. "What did he tell you?"

Prowl shrugged. "Didn't care."

"So you're going to show him how to do it right?"

Prowl nodded.

"I'll teach you. Watch me, and then trace it, and try it on your own."

Prowl nodded, and watched as Bluestreak showed Prowl how to draw it, then he grabbed Prowls servo with the stylus in it, and traced it with him. "Now, trace it by yourself, and try it when you feel comfortable."

Prowl nodded, and walked off with his data pad. He climbed onto his chair, and began the process of drawing the new shape.

Bluestreak smiled with pride as he turned back to his stack of data pads. Bluestreak stared at the stack for a moment. "Wait." Bluestreak frowned as he counted the data pads. "Thirty?" Bluestreak groaned. "Kaymin!"

Kaymin groaned he felt a familiar stab to the side. "Jazz, you have your own berth!"

There was another jab.

"Jazz!"

And another.

"Slag it!" Kaymin rolled over. "OH MY PRIMUS!" He fell off the berth, and landed with a crash. Bluestreak glared down at the mech as Serenade rolled over.

"Kaymin, shut up!." She groaned.

Kaymin glared up at Bluestreak. "What the frag?"

"Thirty tests?" Bluestreak whispered harshly.

Kaymin stood up quietly, and tip toed out of the room. Bluestreak followed after with stomps of his own. "Shh!" Kaymin growled. The berthroom's door shut and Kaymin sighed. He walked over all of Jazz's toys, and sat down on the couch. "What the frag? Why are you here so late?"

"I brought your half of the data pads. If I have to stay up all night, so do you!"

"Where's Prowl?" Kaymin glanced around.

Bluestreak pointed behind him. Prowl sat at the kitchen table with a data pad. "What's wrong, Kaymin? Are you nervous?"

"No."

"I can talk louder. I hear once Jazz is up, he's up."

Kaymin glared. "You wouldn't."

"I will! You have fifteen tests to grade, and I'm not doing it for you!"

"Shh!" Kaymin sighed. "Fine. Just don't wake up Jazz. Or Serenade. She's Unicron himself."

Bluestreak smiled. "They have to be done by class tomorrow. Grades are due and those are going on this term."

"NO!" Kaymin covered his mouth quickly. The unit was silent as Bluestreak held in a laugh. Kaymin sighed as there no sound of Jazz or Serenade waking. "Tomorrow though?"

Bluestreak nodded.

"Sire? What are ya doing? PROWL!"

Kaymin jumped. "Slag!"

"PROWL!" Jazz yelled again. "WHAT ARE YA DOING HERE? Are ya here ta play? Can we play?"

Prowl glanced up to Jazz. "Star."

"Huh?" Jazz puffed up with Pride. "Ya want ta see my awesome stars again, huh?"

Prowl shook his helm.

"Ah know ya said they were ugly, but ya were obviously jealous! Ah can teach ya to draw one if ya want!"

Prowl turned his data pad around, and showed Jazz his own stars. They were almost as well drawn as Bluestreak's, but had the tell tale signs of being drawn by a small mech.

Jazz's optics widened. "Woah! SIRE! LOOK AT HIS STARS!"

Bluestreak laughed as Kaymin groaned. "Jazz go back to recharge!"

"Recharge? At a time like this? STARS! AH NEED TO DRAW STARS! AH FEEL IT SIRE! I GOTTA DRAW! AH GOT A NEED! AH NEED TO FILL THIS NEED!"

Kaymin facepalmed. "You have got to be kidding me! You have no need."

"AH NEED TA DRAW STARS!" Jazz dramatically fell to his knees. "AH'M GONNA DIE IF AH DON'T!"

Prowl watched Jazz closely as he fell to the ground. He wouldn't die just because he couldn't draw stars. Stars didn't have that power. If they didn't why was Jazz acting like he was going to die. It didn't make any sense!

Bluestreak's optics widened as Prowl's optics began to flash. "PROWL!"

Bluestreak sat on a berth next to Kaymin. Each had a matching dent on the helm. Ratchet glared at the two. "What the frag? Huh? Why the frag do I have to wake up to idiots like you, and a glitched youngling?"

"Jazz did it." Kaymin pounted.

"You're going to blame a youngling? Really?" Ratchet glared as Jazz sat in a chair with Prowl smiling.

"Hey! Can Ah make mah optics do that too?"

Ratchet glared at the youngling. "No!"

Bluestreak laughed weakly. "I'm sorry about this."

"Not sorry enough!" Ratchet glared. "Get your afts out!"

Bluestreak got up with a frown. "This is your fault, Kaymin."

The four walked out of the room, and Kaymin glanced back. "That was Ratchet?"

Bluestreak nodded.

"I wouldn't date him either."

Bluestreak giggled.

Prowl ran up to Bluestreak and raised his servos up. Bluestreak smiled and picked the youngling up. "Are you ready for recharge now?"

Prowl shook his helm as they left the building, and began walking down the street. "Home?"

"Yes, we're going home."

Prowl frowned, but nodded. "Okay."

Jazz ran up beside Bluestreak and looked up to Prowl. "Can ya teach meh to draw stars?"

Prowl nodded.

"Then can ya teach meh ta do the light trick with ya optics?"

Kaymin frowned. "Jazz!"

Jazz ignored kaymin. "It looked cool! Is tha how ya recharge?"

Bluestreak frowned as Prowl tapped his face. "Yes?"

"Turn."

"Huh?" Bluestreak glanced around thinking he forgot where he was going. He frowned when he realized they were nowhere close to where he was supposed to turn. "No. We don't turn yet."

"Home. Turn." Prowl frowned and began to wiggle in Bluestreak's arms.

"What are you doing?" Bluestreak kept his grip on Prowl as the youngling struggled a bit more.

"Go alone."

Bluestreak stopped. "Kaymin, you two go ahead."

Kaymin glanced down to Jazz. "Alright. Be careful, Blue."

Bluestreak nodded, and walked over to a bench. He sat Prowl on his lap. "Did you go home alone a lot, Prowl?"

Prowl nodded.

"Is that the street you took?"

Prowl nodded again.

Bluestreak sighed. "That isn't your home anymore."

"Not home?" Prowl frowned.

Bluestreak smiled. "Your home is with me. We're family."

Prowl pointed at the street. "Not home?"

"No." Bluestreak shook his helm.

Prowl nodded. "Not home."

Bluestreak smiled, and stood up with Prowl in his arms. "Not home." Prowl wrapped his arms around Bluestreak's neck. "Now let's go to our real home, and finish grading tests."

Bluestreak stood still for a while staring at the street. "I never been to that side of town before."He glanced down to Prowl who was halfway into recharge. "I don't think I want to either." He silently turned away from the street, and walked down the street to his own unit, and Prowl's new home.