Hello, everyone! It's been so long since I've posted anything! (Sorry!) I hope everyone is staying safe and doing okay during this time. I'm grateful to be working from home now, and (quite happily) I've been able to write a bit during the quiet times on the clock! So, enjoy!

Chapter 9

New Morning

"What time's it…?" Chromia asks, wandering in and blinking at Auri on the couch in the living room.

Looking up from her data pad, Auri giggles softly. "It's my normal time to be up."

Chromia dumps herself on the couch with a groan. "Sun's not even up… You… Ironhide… not the sun."

"It'll be around before very long," Auri says gently, trying to assess the older femme's mood. Chromia wasn't cranky, but neither was she quite her usual self. "Would you like me to get you an energon?"

Chromia looks over, and her expression softens to a smile. "Sure. I'd like that."

"Okay." Auri heads over to the cupboard.

"Sorry about the grouching."

"I know you're not into early mornings," Auri reassures her. "Or Ironhide leaving super early for stuff."

"Or bad dreams," Chromia adds.

"What about?" Auri asks softly.

Chromia shrugs and shakes her helm. "Drugs… Soundwave…"

"He treated you so…" Auri pauses, sprinkling a little spice in the energon and trying to find the right words to sympathize.

"Glitch-fraggin' horrendously," Chromia supplies with a mild tone.

"That about sums it up," Auri says, adding another spice. She stirs the energon and then brings it over, settling on the couch beside Chromia.

"Thank you, sweet spark," Chromia says, cuddling her and accepting the cube.

"You're welcome," Auri answers, resting against Chromia. "Does it…" she says slowly, "Does it bother you that he was good enough to rescue me as a sparkling, but didn't trouble himself to treat you decently?"

Chromia sips her cube and winces. "Ugh… uh, that's… a tricky question." She sets the cube aside. "But… we can talk about it. Honestly, I don't think he treated you very well, leaving you abandoned alone for long periods of time, but then, he was in a tight situation, having to go here and there for war stuff where he couldn't very well take a blue-optic sparkling along."

Auri nods slowly. She'd never felt abandoned. It was because Soundwave had implanted false memories of him being there; non-consensual memory-tampering was wrong, illegal in most solar systems, but it had been kind in a way. She only remembered being safe and looked after. She hadn't felt scared or alone.

"The… thing is," Chromia says quietly, "…you were a tiny, helpless sparkling who would have died if he hadn't rescued you. Almost anyone would rescue a sparkling. They might not keep it themselves, but they'd rescue it, pass it to some caretakers. I would rescue a red-optic sparkling in a spark-pulse. Adults, on the other hand, we have less compassion for them. To Soundwave, I was a blue-optic, the enemy, and we tend to objectify the enemy. I… wasn't really a person to him. I was an opportunity he took."

Auri nods softly.

"I've taken opportunities before," Chromia murmurs. "Never as cruelly or as devastatingly or to the extent he did, but I've seduced and betrayed red-optic sparks for the Autobots' gain and welfare more than once. –Not since meeting Ironhide, mind you- but before him. It's a war… most things aren't wholly right or good. I would have chosen differently if I could have, but we do what we think we have to at the time. Sometimes it's awful."

"It'll be over… sometime," Auri says softly.

Chromia smiles at the hope. "Yes." She kisses Auri tenderly on the helm.

"How is the energon?" Auri asks.

Chromia looks at the cube, and Auri peeks over.

"Oh…" Auri says with understanding.

"Yeah, those two spices do not go well together."

"I thought I had the right ones." Auri sighs and then chuckles. "At least I'll be moving in with two mechs who know how to mix up fantastic cubes."

"I'm sure Prowl would be happy to give you lessons," Chromia says with a twinkle in her optics that makes Auri giggle.

"Or I could live luxuriously and enjoy having him bring me energon in bed," Auri teases back.

"Which would give him good opportunity to spill a bit on you, whereupon he could get a cloth and-"

"I see where this is going." Auri's cheeks warm up as she remembers Prowl toweling her belly last night after they washed dishes.

"Uh-huh," Chromia says with a smile. "Been there, done that. And several other things, too. There's a lot of fun to be shared with your mech. Lots of little games to play together."

"It usually takes a minute or two for him to switch gears, but Prowl is quite good at playing games," Auri says fondly.

"I believe it."

Auri gets up and reaches for Chromia's cube, and Chromia passes it to her. "I'll get you a plain one," she says, heading back to the cupboard.

Chromia watches her. "Are you walking alright?"

"I'm a little stiff from rough-housing with the mechs last night."

Chromia knows what Auri means –the pillow fighting—but she still smirks a little.

"I knew I needed to take it easy at one point, but then I forgot in all the fun and excitement," Auri explains.

"I know how that goes." Chromia tilts her helm. She hates to bring up the subject, but as Auri's guardian, she feels she must ask, "Are… you going to go see Ratchet?"

"And get scolded?" Auri teases.

Chromia shrugs, never in the mood to joke about Ratchet. While she's learned to respect the old medic instead of fight him, she still doesn't like anything to do with med-bay.

"I'm not quite that achy," Auri tells her, coming over with a cube of plain energon. "I'll have Prax give me a little checkup and see if he thinks I should go."

"Okay," Chromia says.

Auri smiles as she hands Chromia the cube and settles by her again, reflecting as she snuggles that her mornings will be different from this before very long. Good, but different.

OoOoO

I wake up kinda half-confused because while Prowl and my Starlight are with me, the bed feels different, the light is different, the air is different, the blankets, everything except Prowl and Starlight. Then I wake up a little more and remember that we have the actual house now. Our new home. Our new home for Auri to join us in before very long.

Putting my helm up carefully, I peek around. Prowl is still asleep, happy sleep, all restful and peaceful. I think he must like this room even in his sleep. It doesn't have any bad memories in it like his old room has. His old room has bad memories in it and they bother me sometimes. I don't want to think about them here.

Starlight is still asleep, too. She got very tired, so excited about the party and the house last night.

I like this bed. It will fit us all perfectly. I know Prowl and Auri will want the bed all to themselves at times, but when they have Starlight and me with them, we will still be comfortable.

I'm not completely comfortable because I'm hungry, so I creep out from under the blankets and crawl off the bed, then go tiptoe across the floor.

The sunlight is pretty and bright in Prowl's office and mini living area, and I stand still to admire it for a little bit before I go through the next door into the main room. Such a house!

Sunny is completely asleep and sprawled out on the couch, which I wasn't expecting. I thought he would have gone to his own home with Sides. But then I hear a sound, peek around, and Sides is at the counter, mixing up an energon.

"Hi, Prax, good morning," he whispers.

"Good morning," I whisper back, slipping over.

"Hungry?"

I nod, and he gives me a good energon cube, sparkling with flavors.

"Not as good as Prowl's mixed energon but passable," he tells me with a smirk.

I sip and swallow. "Definitely substandard," I tell him, grin on my face, so he flicks a towel at me, and I dodge, halfway silently snickering. Then I dip a finger in my energon and flick it at him.

"Don't play with your food," he orders, chuckling.

"My house, my rules," I quip back.

"Prowl's house," he corrects with a grin.

"Prowl is sleeping. I shall reign supreme in his absence." My words make Sides chuckle again, but there's something held back in his expression. I don't think he really liked my words. "It's very tasty energon, actually," I tell him, being sincere now and smiling so he will smile back.

He does the smile. "Thank you," he says.

I look over at Sunny. He's still asleep despite Sides and me getting a little noisy in our sillies. "How long do you think he'll stay asleep?" I ask.

"Not as long as Prowl," Sides says, looking at his brother, that deep fondness showing in his optics. "But probably a little while more."

A small tapping sounds at the front door, and I go to let Auri in.

"Hello," I whisper to her in the bright fresh air, the door open, letting dust in. "Sunny, Prowl, and Starlight are still asleep."

"I'll be quiet," she says, smiling up at me and slipping in.

"Are you okay?" My words happen instantly, worried. She is limping more, other movements stiff.

"I kinda overdid it last night, pillow-fighting," she says, and my spark breaks up. She started that pillow fight, but it was Sides and me who ganged up and started her fighting one on one with the competitive mechs. Tears make my optics blurry. "Oh, Prax, it's not your fault," she says because she sees what I'm thinking.

"It is partially!" I say, trying not to cry.

"Hey," Sides comes over and puts his arm around me like I'm a little sparkling. "Relax. We're all at fault. We were having fun and didn't think about anyone being sore in the morning. Auri didn't think of it, and even Prowl didn't think of it. And Prowl's the one who should have really thought of it."

I snuffle and work to calm down because being upset won't fix things. I have to think properly and calmly and be a healer so I can help Auri feel better. Or assess how badly sore she is and take her to Ratchet if that's what I have to do. I feel like I have betrayed her and myself by causing harm through thoughtlessness, but I have to remember that I was not my very self under the stress of last night. I'm still learning me. I'm not perfect, but I can try, be better next time.

Auri puts a cloth up to help my face, and I dry my optics. My wings settle. I focus. Praxus, healer.

"Where does it hurt most?" I ask, giving her the cloth back to wash and reuse later. "What kind of ache is it?"

She tells me, and I think about it, try to visualize what I might know from memory. Ratchet can visualize so much. I can do just a little bit. It's hard. I don't have a lot of images, and I see better with my fingers than with memories, and it's hard to connect memories of lessons sometimes.

"You wanna go to the other room with the other couch?" Sides offers.

Auri looks to me, and I nod. "Yes. Let's go. We'll sit, and I can look."

Sides follows us, and I think he feels bad about Auri being sore, too. He wanders away and checks out the room, though, once Auri settles on the couch and I start helping her remove a little armor on her shoulder and back so I can feel out the pain in her muscles. Now I can see what I couldn't visualize. My fingers touch and tell me things I couldn't figure out without help. I sense the kinds of pain she feels, and I feel out how it runs when I have her move her arm a little.

"You definitely overexerted this area," I say, drawing with my finger for her to feel. "Some salve will soothe it and help it mend. I don't think Ratchet really needs to see you unless you're still in pain later today."

"Okay," she says.

The salve is cold on my fingertips and I let it gather heat there a little so it won't be unpleasant to her warm shoulder. I smooth it on gently, pressing softly in some places. It has a nice peaceful fragrance that eases the senses along with the sore muscles. That's why it's my favorite. I think it's nicest. It goes on her shoulder and also on her lower back. Her leg doesn't ache as much, but it goes there, too, just to be safe. And on her left wing-connector (a squirmy place to touch). That is Sunny's fault, I think. I'm very careful of wings, and so is Prowl, so I don't think either of us caused that strain. Also Prowl was very careful with her. Sides was pretty careful, too.

Sunny wanders into the doorway and stops, looking at Auri and me.

Auri says "good morning" to him, and he echoes drowsily as he looks toward his brother and back at us.

"Did you get run over by a truck?" he asks Auri.

"It's more like I got ran over by a patrol car and a golden Lamborghini," she says, a smile in her voice. I can feel her amusement with her answer.

Sunny's optics flick toward the bedroom door and then down. "I'm sorry," he says quietly.

"I'm not," Auri tells him. "It was a great deal of fun, and you two were careful enough that I'm only a little sore. I'm not even sore enough to go see Ratchet, you see?"

"Just Ratchet's apprentice?" Sunny says, quirking an optic-ridge the way he does.

Auri giggles. "Oh, Sunny. I'm okay."

"If you say so," Sunny decides. He sips an energon. "Where's Prowl?"

"Still sleeping." Sides says this with a bit of a smile.

Sunny chuckles, and I know why he's amused. He's such a late-night mech that he always wakes up long after Prowl, but not today.

We talk about the party a bit while I reapply salve to Auri. We don't mention the astonishing part where I put Sunny on the floor. And it's a good thing we don't because I hear Starlight's voice in the other room shortly thereafter. Prowl's soft growly morning voice answers her.

"Prowl's awake now," Auri says, pleased that the light of her spark is now conscious. It's only a matter of time before they're together and smiling at each other.

"Give him some time to adjust to the morning in a new place," I tell her so she won't try to go see him. I'm done with the salve, and most of her armor is back on, but she doesn't need to see Prowl first thing in the morning. She loves him enough already, and anyone with optics and a spark would love Prowl first thing in the morning. His optics have a soft hazy look, and his wings are so relaxed and unguarded. He's warmer, too, more snuggly, and he smiles more easily because he hasn't remembered yet to hide his spark from everything in the world that might break it. He's safe, happy.

Starlight comes pattering softly into this room and stops to peep at us and frown at Sunny. He ignores her, and she decides to ignore him, and she comes over to me.

"Is Auri okay?" she asks, looking a little surprised.

"She's a little bit sore from playing too much yesterday," I say.

"Not wi' me," Starlight says, looking worried. "We jus play small games."

"No, not with you," I reassure her. "It was with other bots."

She starts to talk with Auri, but then Sunny heads to Prowl's room, and she starts to go after him, so I call her back. She comes halfway back to argue.

"Prowl's back hurting himself," she objects. I don't really know how to answer that, but she sits down on the floor with a scowl.

"Don't worry about it," Sides tells her. "Prowl will be fine."

She grumbles and mutters something about Sunny being a meanie, so I say "Starlight" in a stern voice. "That's enough," I tell her. "Think about nice things instead."

"You can help me make breakfast," Sides says to her, inviting and irresistible. She shifts a wing but picks herself up and goes with him to the other room, cheering up by the second with his company.

Auri is all taken care of now, armor back in place and everything.

"Thank you," she says, snuggling back against me a little.

"You're welcome," I say, putting an arm around her to make her stay longer. She rests on me then, content to stay, and it feels nice and good to hold her, her warm smaller frame against mine, sharing strength and energy. In this moment I realize something; it would be hard to have some other femme live with us, some other femme who isn't my sister, who doesn't know my spark as she does. I'm so glad Auri is the one going to be Prowl's sparkmate. Nobody else would be right.

In the other room, Prowl chuckles at something Sunny has said, and I think I should probably go see how sore Prowl is. He played harder than Auri did last night. He might even need to go see Ratchet.

"Shall we go?" Auri asks. I think she guessed what I was thinking.

"Yes," I say. I release her gently and help her up off the couch. She looks extra pretty in this room, with this lighting. I will have to paint her here. And Prowl, too. This will be a good room for painting while Prowl works and Auri studies and Starlight plays. "I love this house," I whisper to Auri.

She grins up at me with her optics full of joy. "I love it, too," she answers.

We go into the bedroom together, and Sunny is sitting on the bed where I'd been sleeping beside Prowl. Prowl is still lying in bed with the blankets partially nudged down and rumply, tossed around him. His optics have that happy haze I was thinking about earlier, and his wings are so pleasantly relaxed. The lighting in here is beautiful, too, and it makes him seem to glow as it catches on the curves and peaks of his armor.

"Good morning," he murmurs, smiling at us.

"Hi," Auri says, her voice a bit gusty with cooling fan. Her face is all warm when I look at her. Hot, actually. I knew she didn't need to see Prowl first thing in the morning.

"Starlight said your back was aching," I say, going over, blocking Auri's view. "How badly?" I ask.

"Not badly enough for Ratchet's attention, I think," Prowl answers with a half-smile for me. "Some salve and a warm shower should do the trick." He shifts to peek around me. "How are you this morning, Auri my spark?"

"Pretty well," she answers, smiling. She comes up beside me. "I was sore myself, but Praxus gave me a good massage with the best salve, and now I hardly ache."

"We should have just behaved better last night," I say. "Lay flat on your belly, Prowl."

Prowl shifts to comply, and I tidy the blankets around him so they don't look so tousled and seductive.

"It was so much fun, though," Auri says, going around to sit on the bed next to Sunny by Prowl.

"It was fun," Prowl agrees, turning his helm so he can smile at her. Her face is still all warm. It gets a little warmer.

I keep the sheet covering Prowl and then take armor off him under it to put salve on him. He and Auri and Sunny talk about the party last night. I keep quiet, focusing on the salve and Prowl's sore muscles and the readings my fingertips give me. He's a little warm, and his spark pulse is a little fast, but I know it's because Auri is right there by him talking, giggling, smiling, looking at his face with glowing optics of joy and love, all that, and I have his back armor off, so he's feeling self conscious. Silly mech. He's going to have so much more armor off in a few weeks when they're bonded. I guess it will be different then, though.

I trace the lines of his back and the flow of his energy, pressing in the salve and working out the soreness, making his back feel well again. I wish I could make the scars go away, but only time can do that. The aches continue here and there, and I follow them, taking them away.

Prowl kicks suddenly. "Prax!" he objects, wings flicking.

"What?" I yelp, startled out of my focus, pulling my hands back.

Sunny tries to not laugh. Auri does, too, her face getting all warm again.

Prowl can't figure out what to say.

"Does it hurt more here?" I ask, softly touching the armor I had been loosening. I need to know so I can take proper care of him.

"N… no." He twitches a wing. "I'm fine there. You don't need to…"

"Oh," I say, finally realizing what his problem was. I'd followed the aches down toward his behind and he didn't want that rubbed. At least not by me. "Oh," I say. "I didn't even think of that."

"Now you know," Sunny says, chuckling. Auri rubs one of her cheeks with the back of her hand, attempting to be casual about it, but that blush isn't going away yet.

I un-loosen Prowl's after-plating. "You need salve applied there, too, though. So I'll have you do that yourself when you get up."

"Okay, yes, thank you, I will," Prowl says in an excessively compliant tone. I realize three seconds later that he's dying for me to stop and change the subject to something less personal, so I'm merciful. I do that for him. But I think he's silly.

Later, when I go to med-bay, I tell Ratchet about it, and he chuckles but it's a sympathetic chuckle.

"Poor Prowl," he says, smiling.

"I didn't even think of it bothering him," I say, folding a towel.

"When there's a cute and pretty femme around, mechs can get all kinds of self-conscious," Ratchet says. "And vice versa."

"I'm not self-conscious around that cute and pretty femme," I say, but I know it's completely different. It's different when someone likey-likes a cute and pretty femme. I don't know if I'll ever meet a femme I'll likey-like, but I hope I won't be as silly as Prowl.

Ratchet chuckles softly at me. "They'll calm down once they get settled in," he says as if it's comforting.

"Well, okay," I say. I put the towels away. Ratchet is still busy running a model on his data-pad. Not ready for helping me with studies yet. "I'm gonna go see Jazz for a few minutes," I murmur. Uplink and Optimus and I are the only bots besides the medics who know that Jazz isn't completely dead, so we basically don't talk about him ever, and it feels a little weird to say his name.

Ratchet nods. I always make sure to spend time with Jazz every day. I go down halls and into the closet and through the secret door into his room where he sleeps without dreams or sense. One day, he'll start to dream again. And one day, he'll start to sense. And one day he'll wake up. He won't know exactly me, but I think he'll recognize my voice from all the talking I've done to him. I think we'll be friends.

I check his stats even though Ratchet watches them constantly. I like knowing how he's doing. I touch his helm softly. Ratchet spent years piecing his shredded frame back together, mending and making him whole again while his nearly non-existent spark waited in a synthetic chamber, almost snuffed by the wrecking of its own chamber.

Jazz is all back together, and his spark is slowly growing like a tiny crystal, increasing almost imperceptibly.

I love the stats. The infinitesimal upwards crawl of the numbers getting better and bigger. The story of resiliency, of Ratchet not giving up and Jazz's spark not giving up. My favorite part is the part where the numbers start growing more quickly. Still infinitesimal in growth, but more quickly than before. That's when I started visiting, and then Uplink started visiting. Jazz's half-Praxian spark had needed other Praxian sparks around it. Isolation hadn't been good for it. Ratchet hadn't realized it, not until he saw the numbers. It amazed him.

I love amazing things.

"Hi, Jazzy," I whisper, settling on the stool beside his berth and life-support systems. "You're doing so well, getting so much stronger, building those numbers. You're going to be dancing with us before you know it." It will be years, actually, but he doesn't know anything, so he doesn't know that, only the positivity in my words. "The new house is wonderful, Jazz. You're gonna love it."

I tell him about the house and everything in it. I tell him how beautiful Auri and Prowl are in the sunlight that comes filtering through the hazy skylights. I tell him about accidently embarrassing Prowl because I was focused on taking away aches, regardless of location. I tell him about how nice the private shower is but how I will still go to the bathhouse sometimes because there's something I like about washing with the other mechs, exposed but safe, sharing stories and soap. Also, I like having help getting my wings scrubbed and dried.

I tell him about the yummy energons Sides and Starlight made for breakfast, and how we all sat on the big bed and talked and teased while we drank. I tell him everyone's plans for the day.

The few minutes I told Ratchet I would take sort of ends up being way more than an hour, but spending time with Jazz is more important than doing studies at a set time.

I wander back to the main room of mad-bay, thinking about time, and how we perceive it. Jazz won't know how long we've waited for him to wake up. He'll feel like it was just the other day that they fought the Cons in that city. For me, it feels like I've been here for ages, but I've not even been here that long.

"Good morning, Praxus," Uplink says, disturbing me from my thoughts.

I make a small Praxian bow of respect. "Good morning," I answer, going over to where she is sitting on a couch.

"How was the first night in your new home?" she asks.

I settle down near her and tell her how good it was. Then I get distracted and go on a tangent about how the lighting in the little living room is going to be perfect for painting. Then we talk about other things for a bit until Sideswipe comes in with Starlight.

"Delivery of one half-grown femme," he says, making a grand motion with his hand toward Starlight.

She steps taps her fist lightly on his thigh armor near her head. "Silly Sides, I less 'an half tall!"

"How grown would you say you are then?" Uplink asks.

Starlight wiggles her wings up and down a little. "Less 'an half, but more 'an none?"

"You have five frame sizes that you go through and you're on your second. Do you have a guess now?"

Starlight counts on her fingers and then counts again. She shakes her whole body as she shakes her helm, but then she hazards a guess. "Am I twice grown?" she asks with doubt.

Uplink smiles. "That's a good guess. You are two-fifths of the way grown."

"Two-fits? What two-fits?"

"It's a fraction, it's kind like half, but it's a little less. You'll learn about fractions later."

"Okay," Starlight says, content. She starts to climb onto the couch, and I give her a hand. She beams at me and then tucks in against Uplink. "I still learnin' colors. An shapes."

"And you can write your name, too," Sides said.

"I write it in blue paints, cuz I a blue painted bot," Starlight declares. "An mine optics are blue, too."

"Blue is a good color," Uplink says with a twinkle in her optics, and Starlight squirms around and pokes at part of Uplink's armor that blue.

"All em colors good!" Starlight exclaims.

Sides stays around with some idle conversation to the point that Uplink raises an optic-ridge at him. "Are you procrastinating on something?" she asks.

"Him standin still," Starlight answers, looking quizzically up at Uplink.

"Procrastinating is when you don't want to do something, so you do a bunch of other things instead," Sides explains.

"Oh." Starlight gazes at him curiously. "Ya doin that?"

"Yeah," he admits.

"What's the thing?" I ask him.

He shrugs and shifts his pedes slightly. "Paint the dividing lines on a couple of the streets," he says, making a brushstroke motion with his hand.

"The yellow uns?" Starlight asks.

"The yellow ones and the white ones," Sides says with a bit of a smile.

"What bout… make 'em neon blue!?" she suggests eagerly, bouncing.

"Ah…"

"Hot pink! No, wait! Sssh-har-toots!" She tosses her hands up with enthusiasm.

"Chartreuse…?"

"Yeah!"

Sides chuckles. "I'm sure I would get in even more trouble with Prowl I if used such unorthodox colors. Maybe another time."

Starlight nods. "Next week. Fo mine party."

This makes Sides chuckle again, and then he pats her on the helm. "I'm gonna go now. See you later."

"Keep out of trouble, Sideswipe," Uplink says.

I go with him toward the door. "Did you get in trouble this morning? Like, we've been awake less than four hours."

Sides shakes his helm. "Nah, this is for that incident from last week. Prowl gave me a week to complete the unpleasant tasks."

"Ah, right." I remember that. I look at him. "Why… why do you get yourself into trouble all the time, Sides?"

"Prowl thinks it's because I don't have enough to do," Sides says. He looks at the door and then at me. "And he's fairly right. A bot can only plan and practice for battle for a certain amount of time, so we have free time. Sunny paints, and while I have some hobbies, I also think, and sooner or later I think of pranks."

"I don't like seeing you in trouble, though," I say.

"It's never- It's rarely deep or bad trouble," Sides answers. "Don't worry about it," he tells me as he goes out the door, but I still have to worry a little bit because he's my friend and I tend to worry just a little bit about my friends. I have to worry about Prowl. And Auri, Starlight, Jazz, Sunny… well, lots of bots. Not to mention the sparklings that Prowl and Auri are going to have!

"Are you worried, Pwax?" Starlight asks as I return to the couch.

I kiss her on the helm. "A little bit," I say. "But just because I love everybody so much."

There we go! Please do review! I know I've lost momentum by not updating in such a long time, but the positive comments, even just a few words, really encourage me and make me happy (something I could use in this time of isolation). I'm working on the next chapter now (more Prauri! I know this one was more Prax). I've also updated "Under Construction," where Prowl and Jazz are at university and they meet Sunny and Sides and end up in some trouble, if you want some more friendship hurt/comfort fluff.