Jazz sat in the corner of the room he had been put in with four other sparklings. They all seemed to know each others they played with the toys that had been provided by some of the femmes to keep them occupied. Jazz was wondering when Prowl would show up and take him away from this place and take him home. The other sparklings seemed to not want to play with him either. "Why can't I be with Prowl," Jazz thought to himself.

"All right younglings time for bed," a femme said as she walked into the room. All of the sparklings started to settle down for the night. After she had seen that all of them had gotten into the makeshift beds she had left.

Jazz got out of his bed when he knew all the others had fallen into recharge. He wanted to find Prowl and wanted to know why Prowl didn't want him anymore. Jazz had crawled into an air vent to not be seen by anyone and it was the fastest way out of the building. Once outside Jazz had wandered away from the building to try to find Prowl. After about two hours Jazz had declared himself lost in the big city of Iacon. At least until he spotted a familiar red frame. Jazz had started to fallow the mech to see if he knew where Prowl was. He had spent about an hour trying to keep up with the mech. He had stopped trying to fallow him when he went into a large building that only military bots would go. He sat there waiting on a nearby bench for the mech to come back out of the building. After a while Jazz had started to swing his peddles back and forth and watching the other mechs and femmes walking in and out of the building. Jazz then noticed a mech was watching him sit there. Jazz had no idea who the mech was but desired to ignore him. A little while later Jazz saw the red mech come out of the building holding some stuff in his left arm. Jazz ran over to the mech and clung to his leg, startling the mech.

"Hay, I know you," the red mech said as he picked Jazz up with his free hand. "How did you get way out here?" Jazz look the mech in the optics without a response. "I guess that it doesn't really matter at this point," the mech said as he walked away from the building.

Prowl looked over to where Bluestreak had hid for cover near a mostly destroyed wall. Smokescreen had ran after his younger brother in fear of him being injured and unable to move by himself. Bluestreak had been trying to keep a close optic on Prowl since the wall and had been distracted from his own safety. He had been shot but to Prowl and Smokescreen's worry they didn't know where.

"Is he ok smokescreen," Prowl yelled over the gun fire.

"Ya he's fine just a little disoriented," Smokescreen yelled back.

"Alright then lets get out of here," Prowl said as he got over to his brothers.

A/N: sorry its been a while but my computer broke and i havent got it fixed. I had this written before it broke so here it is.