A few vorns later

"Jazz! Prowl! I don't care if Wheeljack lets you sleep in during the holidays when I'm not home get up!"

Jazz whined from his spot curled up in Prowl's side "I don' wanna get up."

Prowl kissed his helm affectionately "Do you want Ratchet to come and get us?"

Jazz shuddered "Nah man a wrench to the helm in the mornin' is no way ta wake up."

Prowl smirked "Oh? What about this?"

He tickled Jazz's sensitive wiring making the mech squirm in laughter "OK OK! I give man!"

Prowl sat up "I thought you would." He stood up stretching his stiff joints.

Jazz pouted "Ah still can't believe ya grew bigger than me."

It was true in the vorns since they had been living with Ratchet Prowl had grown into a bigger frame than Jazz and was now studying to be a tactician for the Autobots whilst Jazz was training to be a saboteur and special ops mech in training, considering he used to steal to survive it was a good choice.

Prowl and Jazz shared a room in Wheeljack and Ratchet's apartment above their workshop and home clinic combo, when Jazz asked if the two were together Ratchet threw a wrench at him and Wheeljack laughed.

To this day they still didn't know for sure since the pair never showed any signs of affection beyond friendship but argued like a bonded couple most of the time.

They were both surprised when Ratchet had told Wheeljack to let them share a room right off the bat, when Ratchet arrived three orns later his reason was 'Well your both already bonded. But I warn you two if you get sparked up any time soon helms are gonna roll'. They didn't doubt his threat but still they chose not to mention that they hadn't even thought of having sparklings yet never mind later on.

Prowl was declared dead in Praxus, when he read through the report Smokescreen had managed to get his Creator had stated in the interview "Wherever Prowl may be I hope he's happy." Which made Prowl nearly cry with happiness knowing his Creator still cared about him.

When Jazz and Prowl had grown into their mech bodies Ratchet had enrolled them into the Autobot academy where they spent three quarters of the vorn studying except when they went home at holidays. Jazz loved helping Wheeljack tinker with explosives, whilst Prowl was just content being around his mate and make shift family. Even though they shared a room at the academy the pair were often busy with assignments and lessons, so it was nice to kick back and just be together once in a while. Even if he did have to put up with Sideswipe and Sunstreaker's antics when they stopped by every decacycle to visit Ratchet.

"Whatcha thinkin' 'bout Prowler?"

Prowl shook his helm "Nothing Jazz."

Ratchet yelled "You have to the count of three before I come up there and drag you down myself!"

Jazz sighed dramatically "Well we better get down there b'fore the Hatchet rebuilds us inta energon dispensers."

Prowl wrapped his arms around Jazz's waist from behind getting a content purr from the future saboteur "Love you."

Jazz leant back kissing the tip of his nose "Love ya more."

"YOU HAVE HALF A SECOND LEFT!"

They laughed making their way to the workshop.

"Hey Prowler?"

"Yes Jazz?"

"'M starvin."

Prowl laughed dragging his bond mate downstairs.