Title: Sparkling Daze

Chapter: Oneshot

Author: SomethingIDontknow

Rating: K+ (This is just designed to be cute. Be happy.)

Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers, that's Hasbro's. Luckies.

Author's Note: Just a short little drabble from this afternoon. Yet another ProwlxJazz. This time, as sparklings! Possibly a series of oneshots, but don't hold your breath, I don't have much inspiration for it. Please, read and review, your feedback feeds my muses!

Jazz and Prowl as sparklings. Prowl is picked on for being different. Jazzy'll pet his sore door wings during naptime.

A battered Prowl whimpered and covered his helm with his arms. An orange and red youngling stood over him, looking very superior. He swung his small pede, kicking the sparkling praxian square between the door wings. The little bot screamed, whimpering as he tried to scramble away. The joint where the delicate structures attached to his back was highly sensitive, and the harsh treatment was threatening to start rupturing cabling.

"Hey Miss, Miss, Flywheel is beating up Prowl!"

"Flywheel, get off of that sparkling this instant!" there was the sound of pedesteps across the playground. Grinning, Flywheel pulled back to land a final blow.

"Hey, Miss Teacha said ta get offa him!" A blur of black and white flew from nowhere, tackling the larger bot to the ground. When Prowl raised his helm to see what had happened, a small, visored sparkling was throwing his tiny fists into the youngling's faceplates.

"Jazz, leave him alone!"

"But he was beatin up on Prowler!"

A tall, pink colored femme picked up the squirming sparkling, pulling up the older mech by his arm. "Flywheel, to the main office, now!" she gave the sulking youngling a shake for good measure, "I've already commed the principal, he's expecting you." Jazz scrambled down from her other arm, kneeling by Prowl. The pink femme handed off the youngling to a blue mech as the teacher ran across the playground.

The gang of sparklings and younglings gathered around their fallen comrade. Prowl had his arms around Jazz's shoulders as the visored bot helped him up. "thank you for helping me." Prowl murmured quietly, pushing his faceplates against Jazz's shoulder, trying to hide from the crowd of prying eyes. "it weren't nothing." The horned mech whispered back, "ah hit em in tha face for ya." Prowl giggled.

"this isn't anything to laugh about, sparklings." the pink femme had returned, "Jazz, I'm glad you defended your friend, but you shouldn't have hit Flywheel like that. Im afraid you'll have to go in for the rest of recess." Jazz nodded and petted Prowl's helm as he stood. "ah gotcha, Missus." he smiled back at Prowl as he was led back inside. The door winged mech smiled back tearily and waived him off.

It was naptime later that day. Jazz turned his helm to face the mat where Prowl should have been sleeping. The Praxian was lying on his tummy, one tiny hand raised to stroke the edges of his doorwings. "they still hurt?" Jazz asked quietly. Their teacher was dozing at her desk, but there was always a chance of getting caught. "yeah." Prowl whispered back, "he kicked 'um pretty hard. Still sore." "Rubbin' 'em make it feel better?" Jazz asked. Prowl nodded.

The horned little bot shifted from his mat, creeping over to Prowl's mat. When the little Praxian opened his mouth, Jazz hushed him with a fingertip. He pointed over to the dozing femme. Prowl nodded and lay his helm back on the mat. Moving to lie beside his friend, the visored bot stroked his little fingers over the joint in the middle of the Praxian's back. A soft breath of a sigh escaped little Prowl. Jazz smiled and rested his helm on his free arm as he applied gentle pressure to the sore joints. The blue optics watching Jazz dimmed as Prowl began to fall asleep. "night, Prowler." he whispered. "ahnight, Jazzy." the little black and white breathed back as his optics powered down.