"-and then I smashed through the stain glass window, free falling from the highest room of the tallest tower, until, mid-air, I used my trusty grappling hook to swing myself safely to the ground!"

Bumblebee clapped as he finished his story. Jazz couldn't help it as his grin softened into smile. He used to tell Bee exaggerated (and often censored) tales of his spy adventures every night whilst the yellow bot was growing up. But Bumblebee had stopped requesting for them for years now.

However after his whole ordeal, Jazz's little mech wasn't in such a hurry to grow up as he had once been.

And whilst Jazz wished that the reasons behind that change had had never had to happen, he was more than happy to indulge the young bot. He pulled Bumblebee closer into a hug from where he was snuggled against him on the temporary hospital berth.

Bluestreak clapped too from the bed besides them. That cast must've silently been driving Sunstreaker crazy, as the first thing he did once it was off, was fix Bluestreak's paint job. Bluestreak was looking a lot healthier now because of it. Even if her hands were still a little shaky.

"Hey Jazz," She said, that bright smile of hers as earnest as always. "I just wanted to say thank you."

"Don't mention it! Rescuing people is part of my job description." Jazz said, assuming that she was thanking him for the rescue of her best freind. "Besides I should be the one thanking you for protecting Bumblebee." Jazz replied, noogying the top of said bots helm.

"You don't need to thank me for that either." Bluestreak told him, swatting Jazz's hand away to bravely come to Bumblebee's rescue. "But what I meant was, that I'm grateful that you gave Prowl a chance. I know he's been kinda pissed over the whole Silverstreak situation right now but even since you two became friends he's been the happiest I've ever seen him."

Speak of the devil, at that moment Prowl chose to appear in the doorway.

Prowl marched straight towards them. He gave Jazz and Bumblebee a sharp nod before turning his laser focus back on Bluestreak as always.

Prowl must've thought Bluestreak was looking better too as he no longer looked like he was about to single handedly take on the entire Deception at the sight of her burned body.

Not that Jazz was in any position to judge after his reaction to what Megatron did to Bumblebee.

In fact if Prowl wasn't aware of how of a hypocrite it would make him, Jazz was sure the tactician would've done exactly that.

"How are you feeling?" Prowl asked his younger sister.

"Better." Bluestreak replied in honesty.

"Good." Prowl nodded. "I must head back to Command for our morning meeting." He said with a deliberate look in Jazz's direction.

"Come on mech!" Jazz argued. "We still got fifteen minutes! Which is plenty of time for Uncle Jazz to fit in another story!"

Prowl opened his mouth, no doubt to argue something along the lines of not being early was basically the same as being late, when Bluestreak beat him too it.

"Please Prowl!" She begged, blinking up at him with her bright blue eyes. "I didn't get much sleep last night so a story would totally help with sending me right off into a nap!"

Prowl must have found hismelf unable to argue against her logic, or more likely her baby blue eyes, as a moment later he sighed.

"Very well. We can stay for one more." The head of tactics conceded.

Jazz turned to hide his smile. He wasn't sure if Prowl knew just how much Bluestreak knew she had him wrapped around her little finger. The girl could probably get away with murder.

Careful of her injured body, Prowl perched himself next to her on the bed. He reached out a hand before clenching his fist, snatching it back. Bluestreak enclosed her own fist around it, leaning against his body. Prowl froze, as though afraid that even letting out a vent could hurt her. and Bluestreak and Jazz could no longer hide his smile. Prowl may refer to himself Bluestreak's older brother, but in reality, he was much more like her creator. Once this shit-show of a war was over, if Prowl ever wanted to have kids of his own, then he would make a wonderful parent. Hell, he already was.

And since Ratchet wasn't conscious to tell them no, Jazz pushed the two berths together. It was still a but of a snug squeeze to fit all four of them on the joined beds but no-one seemed to mind.

"Hey did I ever tell you two about the time I saved Prowl from Skywarp?" Jazz asked once everyone was comfortable.

The kids shook their heads.

"If you are referring to the time that Skywarp dropped me then it would have been unlikely for that fall to kill me." Prowl said, crossing his arms. "Besides I recall having to save you twice."

"Well feel free to jump in to correct me at any point." Jazz said with a sarcastic lilt.

"I shall." Prowl replied matching his sarcasm right back as Jazz started spinning the story.

With the kids snuggled between him and Prowl, Jazz could almost convince himself that they were a little family. Even though he knew that in reality, family was something Primus would never allow him to have.


A/N: HAPPY TRANSFORMERS ONE RELEASE DAY! Xxxxxxx