A/N: Early surprise update! hey-O! XD

The cashier at Walmart thought me and my brother were married. I had to explain we were siblings and that I had already sold my soul to Prowl. That was awkward...

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Ratchet sighed as he took his leader's vitals. "Your sparkbeat has dropped by 5 percent."

Synchro nodded grimly. "I have been feeling pain from my spark as well. A fitting end for a mech like me."

Ratchet leaned back in his chair, and shook his helm. "Your kind mech? You do not deserve to die such a slow death." He glanced over to his data pad. "Especially one that will end so painfully."

Synchro shook his helm. "I do deserve it." He released a sigh as he unplugged the cord closest to his spark. "Prowl will be taking over my position. I've been teaching him for that very purpose." Ratchet's face turned to surprise, and disapproval. "Do not worry, Ratchet. I gave him a choice. He could have refused if he wished. If he had, then Charger would have been put in charge."

Ratchet sighed. "I still wish I could do something for you."

Synchro smiled. "You can. You can continue looking after Prowl, Smokescreen and Bluestreak after I'm gone. I would like to know that they are in good medical servos."

Ratchet stood up. "I would love to." He offered a servo to help Synchro up. "I wouldn't rather do anything else."

"Bullscrap." Synchro laughed. "You would rather do at least ten other things."

Ratchet smirked. "Beating the scrap out of you would be one of them."

Synchro nodded to Ratchet as he turned to leave. His door wings stood up with pride, and he stood nice and tall. You couldn't tell the mech was slowing dying.

Prowl stared out his office window. He still hadn't see Bluestreak. Jazz was supposed to be returning. That was no consolation to the series of events.

Prowl sighed, and turned away from his window. A small smile came across his face as he spotted an old data pad. He turned it on and smiled at the signatures. There were many. All of them were from bots he had met while living where he was.

Prowl had learned after he had gotten all the signatures, and grown older, that one could tell a lot from a signature. He could tell from Bluestreak's that he was very impressionable, easily entertained, and lonely.

The last one was what hit Prowl the most. He had always thought that there was no way a bot that was surrounded by so many could possibly be lonely, yet there was Bluestreak's signature. The glyphs strewn across the data pad showed it clearly. There was always the small chance it was wrong, but Prowl had seen the other signs as well.

Prowl's door swished open, and the black and white bot strolled in. "Ah'm back, Prowler!"

"That's great, Jazz." Prowl mumbled as he continued looking through the signatures.

"Whatcha lookin' at?"

Prowl switched the data pad off, and glanced up at Jazz. "Nothing. What may I do for you, Jazz?"

Jazz frowned. "What's wit you?"

"Nothing."

"Don't sound like nothin'" Jazz sat on top of Prowl's desk. "I know when nothin's wrong, and this ain't nothin'."

"I am simply worried about Bluestreak."

Jazz frowned. "What's wrong wit Gray?"

Prowl frowned at the name. "His designation is Bluestreak. And I just haven't seen him in a couple of orns."

"Don't sound like Gray." Jazz smirked. "Let's go visit da mech!" Jazz jumped off the mech and smiled. "That'll fix whatever's got ya down!"

Prowl shook his helm. "I have work to do."

Jazz frowned. "Ya work can wait!"

Prowl sighed. "I," Prowl looked away. "I do not want to see him. Synchro told me that he would ask for help if he needed it, and that I shouldn't worry about him."

"Don't mean ya can't see him." Jazz frowned. "He's ya sire. You should visit when ya want to. Don't leave him alone."

Prowl frowned. "Alright." He stood up, and pushed his chair in. "I do ask that you do not bring Sentinel up though."

"Sentinel?" Jazz frowned. His visor lit up. "No!" His voice dropped with surprise. "That was our Blue?"

"Yes. I didn't know until after the mission was halfway over."

Jazz let the information sink in. "No wonder ya're worried."

The two left Prowl's office, and walked down the hall.

Synchro leaned back in chair, and flipped on the radio. "We're still waiting on the meeting to end, but by the time it's over, we're expecting there to be a new Prime."

Synchro frowned. They were covering the conference. Supposedly, a lower caste mech from Kaon had gained an audience with the council. It was suspected that the mech was the one who was in charge of the bombings.

"It was very unusual seeing such a low caste mech gain an audience. Apparently, Alpha Trion was the one to get it for him."

Synchro's frown deepened. Alpha Trion? What would he be doing communicating with a low caste from Kaon. That didn't make any sense.

Synchro sighed as he turned the volume down. "If there's going to be a new Prime, I better get on his good side."

Bluestreak laid on his berth with the lights off. He was still thinking about what his sire had said. He did want to get out of this dark place, but his processor just kept replaying the event in his helm. No matter where he turned, there was a reminder of what he had done.

A knock echoed through the room. Bluestreak ignored it. He continued laying where he was; his optics duly lighting a small area around him.

The knocking continued. They started off soft before whoever it was started banging.

"Jazz!" The muffled voice of Prowl filtered through. The knocking stopped, but soon started again. This time it made a pattern. The pattern continued, and continued. Finally the door just swished open.

The lights flicked on, but Bluestreak paid them no mind. "Mech, if ya were here the whole time ya shoulda opened the door!" Jazz's voice filled the silent room.

Silence dominated the room once more. Jazz sent a worried glance to Prowl. Prowl watched the gray figure of his sire. "Bluestreak?"

Bluestreak ignored Prowl.

Jazz walked over to a chair and sat down. "Well, ah just want ya to know we're not leavin' till ya talk to us!"

"Jazz, if he wishes to be alone we should leave."

Jazz remained where he was sitting. "No, if we just let our sparkling have his way, he'll turn rotten."

Prowl sent a confused glance to Jazz. "He isn't our sparkling."

"Well, he's sure acting like one!"

Prowl looked back over to Bluestreak. "Bluestreak, we're going to leave now. When you're ready, come by and see me, alright? I'm worried."

Jazz frowned. "See ya later, Prowler."

"Jazz, you're coming with me."

"Nope."

Prowl sighed. "Do not bug him, Jazz." He slowly left the room.

As soon as the door shut Jazz stood up. "Carrier told meh to tell ya 'Hi'. Sire said that he knows ya still fantasize 'bout carrier, and should stop."

Bluestreak ignored Jazz.

"If ya were just gonna beat yourself up over it, why'd ya even take the job?"

Bluestreak's frame tensed.

Jazz huffed. He glared at Bluestreak. "Pull ya self together, Mech!"

Bluestreak curled up.

"Don't ignore meh! I'm serious! If ya don't pull yaself together who's gonna take care of Prowl? Ah'm not!"

"Get out."

Jazz jumped at the fuzzy voice that came from the gray mech. "What?"

"Get out."

Jazz glared at Bluestreak. "No."

"GET OUT!"

Jazz frowned. "Why should ah?"

"Please, get out! Get out! Get out! Get out!" Bluestreak's frame shuttered. "I just want to be alone!"

"Ya think bein' alone's gonna help?" Jazz questioned. "Ah don't. Bein' alone just leaves ya with yaself. There's no worse enemy than yaself, Blue."

"I don't care."

"Whatever." Jazz sighed. "Ya can call meh if ya need any help. I don't mind helpin' ya, Blue. Just don't hurt yaself. But hey, if ya like it here then just forget it." Jazz slowly left the room, turning the lights out as he left. He jumped when he spotted Smokescreen standing beside the door.

"He's not doing any better is he?"

"I don' know." Jazz shrugged.

"He disappeared one day, and came back like that." Smokescreen sighed. "I'm pretty sure Prowl and Synchro know what's wrong, but I'm left in the dark. I can't help if I don't know what's wrong."

Jazz shook his helm. "Ah don't think the mech wants any help."

Smokescreen smiled. "That's Sire. Offers to help anytime he's needed, but he doesn't like asking for help. He's always been like that."

Jazz nodded. "Ah think he's just stubborn. Nothin' good comes from a stubborn mech."

Smokescreen smirked at Jazz. "This coming from experience."

"Yep!" Jazz smiled. "I'd leave him alone for a bit. Ah think ah kinda upset him."

Smokescreen nodded. "I will. Synchro said to leave him alone as well." He pushed himself away from the wall before walking away.