A/N: Another one shot that wouldn't have another place to go if it didn't get put in here now. XD

REVIEWS!

Autobotschic: I can whoo her over! I have more high grade than you do! Oh, and Optimus Prime. XD Now hand over the overly adorable younglings!

Bluebutterflywitch: XD Kaymin. Poor mech. XD Well, at least Serenade didn't wake up. That would have been the pit! Ratchet. He'll never get a date. XD CALLING 65! Did I mention I started on number 60?

Serenade stared down at Jazz. "Listen up, Little mech. I don't want you causing Bluestreak any trouble. I don't want you to go climbing around on his stuff like you do ours, got it?"

"Yes, Carrier." Jazz smiled.

Serenade nodded. "Be good." She bent down, and gave Jazz a quick squeeze. "If I hear you caused any trouble, I'm going to make you scrub our unit!"

Jazz giggled. "Okay!"

Serenade turned to Bluestreak. "Thanks for letting him stay over."

"It's okay." Bluestreak smiled. "He's so cute I couldn't say no!"

"You think all younglings are cute. I worry about you." Serenade laughed. "I'll be here sometime tomorrow to pick Jazz up."

"Wha' if ah don't wanna go home?" Jazz asked with a smirk.

"Then I'll drag you back!" Serenade glared. "Then, in the dead of the night, I'll let the Sparkeater come and EAT YOU!"

"NOO!" Jazz yelled.

Serenade smiled. "Be good." She sent one last warning before she kissed the mech on his helm, and left.

Bluestreak smiled to Jazz. "Prowl is... somewhere." Bluestreak frowned. "Prowl!" He glanced around before he smiled at the small mech in the living room. "He's engrossed in his television."

Jazz's optics widened. "AH LOVE DIS SHOW!" He ran to the living room, and jumped onto the couch next to Prowl. He pointed to the screen, and smiled. "Ah wanna do that when ah get big! Ah wanna be a spy!"

Prowl turned to Jazz. "Don't wanna."

"Why not?" Jazz frowned. "Ya get ta sneak around, and get info!"

Prowl shook his helm. "Nervous."

"Ya gotta get past ya nerves!" Jazz pouted. "Who am ah gonna be a spy with if ya're not gonna do it?"

Prowl shrugged. "Don't know."

Jazz sighed as he turned to Bluestreak. "Ya wanna be mah spy partner?"

Bluestreak laughed. "I'm not too good at being quiet."

"Ya hafta be quiet?" Jazz sighed. " Ah can't be quiet!"

Prowl patted Jazz's shoulder. "I teach."

Jazz smiled "Alright!"

Prowl grabbed Jazz's servo and tapped it. "No."

"Wha-"

Prowl repeated the process. "No."

Jazz stared at Prowl. "Tha-" He was cut off by Prowl covering his mouth.

"No."

Prowl's optics widened and his frame went rigid as he quickly pulled his servo back. Bluestreak covered his mouth as a strand of sticky slobber stretched between a smiling Jazz's mouth and a disgusted Prowl's hand.

Prowl began to fidget as the slobber strand broke and fell onto Jazz's face, and his arm. He quickly began looking for something to wipe the slobber off on. "I'll get you a rag, Prowl." Bluestreak giggled.

Jazz smiled at Prowl with pride as he wiped his face with his arm. "told ya it wouldn't work."

Prowl frowned at Jazz. "Mean."

"Mean? Ah was just showin' ya!"

"Nasty."

Jazz frowned. "Ah'm sorry!"

"Okay." Prowl nodded as he held his servo away from him. Bluestreak quickly came around the corner with a wet rag, and began wiping his servo off. He folded the rag before he began on Jazz's face and arm.

"No more spitting, okay, Jazz?"

Jazz nodded. "Okay."

Bluestreak smiled. "Good. Prowl, I think it's best if you don't touch Jazz's face. You might get more icky slobber on your servo."

Prowl frowned. "Okay."

Bluestreak stood up. "What do you two want to do? You wanna keep watching your show, or maybe play a game or something?"

Jazz smiled. "Ah wanna watch our show!"

Bluestreak nodded. "Alright. You two stay in the unit, alright. I don't mind if you go around inside, but don't leave, okay?" Prowl nodded along with Jazz. "Good, I'll be at the table, if you need anything."

Bluestreak sighed as he left the two and set up all the data pads he had to grade. He smiled as he looked up at the door. "Jazz."

Jazz turned around, right in the process reaching for the door's open button. Jazz smiled. "Ah'm just playin'!" He quickly turned back and ran into the living room. Bluestreak laughed as he sat down at the table, which had a perfect view of the door. He's had more than enough experience with Smokescreen to know to keep the front door in view at all times.

Jazz jumped back onto the couch. "Wanna play spy?"

Prowl shook his helm as he slid off the couch, and grabbed one of his data pads. "No."

"Wanna sneak out?"

Prowl turned to Jazz. "No. Bad things happen."

"What do ya mean?"

"When I was with my creators if you snuck out you got locked up." Prowl grabbed a second data pad and walked over to the couch again. He sat the data pads down, and climbed up. He positioned himself on the couch, and passed a data pad to Jazz. "Let's draw."

Jazz frowned. "Drawing is boring."

Prowl frowned and climbed off the couch again. He grabbed a ball, and passed it Jazz. "We can play with this."

"Boring." Jazz answered.

Prowl frowned. There was a ninety six percent chance that Jazz was going to turn down everything he offered unless it was to sneak out. "No." Prowl glared.

"No what?"

"Not sneaking out." Prowl sat down on the floor, and grabbed the remote for the television. "Not again."

Jazz frowned. "Fine. Ya don't have ta." Jazz slid off the couch and walked over to the entrance of the living room and peeked out. Bluestreak was still sitting at the table, but he seemed pretty engulfed in his data pads. His sire was like that sometimes too. He didn't notice anything!

Jazz slowly sneaked out of the room, and did a barrel roll to the kitchen counter.

Bluestreak watched Jazz barrel roll across the floor, and tried his hardest not to laugh. Jazz peeked around the corner of the counter, and stuck his back to the counter's wall so he could get closer to the door with cover of the shadows.

Jazz reached forward to press the open button. He had it! He was going places! Oh, he didn't know where, but he was going!

"Jazz."

"Aw man!" Jazz frowned as he pouted. "How do ya do it?"

"I have optics in the back of my helm." Bluestreak answered. "I see all. I know all. And I am all."

Jazz's optics widened. "Cool! Ah wanna be all!"

"Raise a couple of yougnlings and you'll be there."

Jazz's servos went to his hips, and he glared at Bluestreak. "Ah can't raise younglings! Ah am a younlging!"

Bluestreak laughed. "Everything comes with age."

"Ah want it now."

Bluestreak giggled. "Patience, my friend. It will come. Just like silence."

Jazz frowned. "Ah can be quiet."

Bluestreak smiled. "I know. You almost snuck past me."

"Really?" Jazz's face lit up.

Bluestreak nodded. "Really."

"Awesome!" Jazz cheered as he ran back into the living room. "AH ALMOST SNUCK PAST BLUESTREAK!"

Bluestreak laughed. What cute youngling.

Prowl walked up to the kitchen table with Jazz. He glanced up at Bluestreak, and tapped his leg. "Yes?"

"Hungry." Prowl announced.

Bluestreak sighed. "Jazz."

Jazz glanced back as he reached for the door again. "Aw."

Prowl glanced back at Jazz. A frown evident on his face. "Bad things." He reminded the bot.

Jazz frowned. "Blue, what happens if we sneak out?"

Bluestreak stood up as he finished his data pad. "Well, sometimes there's scary bots who can take you. If you're not careful then you can get hurt, and without an adult you know well, you might not be able to get the proper care you need. There's a lot of things that could happen to a youngling."

Jazz frowned. "Could ya get locked up?"

Bluestreak frowned. "I suppose you could."

"Would ya lock us up?" Jazz asked.

Bluestreak glanced over to Jazz. "Why would I do that?"

Prowl's helm fell to the side. Jazz smirked at Prowl. "Prowl said his creators lock him up! Ya're his creator!"

Bluestreak looked over to Prowl. He felt his spark break. Right there at that point in time. It just shattered. "Jazz, Prowl had different creators before me." He sighed. "Prowl's old creators were bad bots. They did mean things." Bluestreak glanced over to Prowl. "But Prowl, I want you to know I'd never do anything mean to you."

Prowl glanced up at and Bluestreak, and nodded. Jazz frowned. "So you're not Prowl's creator?"

"I'm his surrogate. A replacement."

Jazz frowned. "Oh." He looked over to Prowl, and latched onto the young praxian. "Ah'm sorry!"

Bluestreak walked over to the storage room and pulled out two cubes of low grade, and a regular cube for himself. He sat the cubes down at the table, and smiled at Jazz who was still hugging Prowl. "Here's your energon!"

Jazz released Prowl, and jumped onto a chair. "Can ah have the big cube?"

"Gray's." Prowl answered as he climbed onto his chair. He scooted the big cube to Bluestreak's place, and passed a small cube to Jazz. "No touch."

Bluestreak laughed. "Thank you, Prowl. I love you!"

Prowl nodded. "Love Gray."

"I LOVE ENERGON!" Jazz yelled as he tipped the cube over his mouth, and started chugging.

Serenade stared at the apartment that was usually so clean. It looked like it was hit by an storm, or Jazz. She turned to worn out looking Bluestreak. "Have fun?"

"I think I gave him too much energon."

"Oh, did I forget to tell you to give him energon early so he doesn't get all hyped up?"

Bluestreak glared at Serenade. "yes."

"My bad." Serenade shrugged. "Where is Jazz?"

"He's recharging with Prowl." Bluestreak yawned. "I take that back. He's behind the kitchen counter trying to sneak out of the unit."

"AW!"

Serenade laughed as Jazz came out from behind the counter. "Blue is good isn't he?"

"Yeah." Jazz pouted. "Ah wanna be like him! Ah wanna know all!"

Serenade raised an optic ridge. "Really?"

"Yeah." Jazz nodded. "Ah wanna raise a youngling and learn everything!"

"No, you don't." Serenade answered. She looked up to Bluestreak. "Thanks. Kaymin and I had a wonderful rest with this unicron spawn away."

Bluestreak laughed. "No Problem. I wouldn't mind to do it again sometime."

Serenade smiled. "Say thanks, Little man."

"Thanks!" Jazz smiled. "Ah had lots of fun!" He sat down on Serenade's pede, and wrapped all four of his appendages around her leg.

Serenade sighed. "Bye, Blue."

"Goodbye, Serenade."

Serenade drug her pede across the floor, and eventually out of the unit. Bluestreak laughed as the door shut. "Hungry."

"Woah!" Bluestreak jumped as he glanced down at Prowl. "You scared me!"

"Sorry."

Bluestreak laughed. "Alright. Energon!"