I don't own Transformers/Beast Wars. Nor do I intend to use this in any way to earn money; honestly it's just my try at getting back into the writing scene after so long away.

Pairing: Prowl/Jazz (might stay as them or change later on I like Jazz to be with the twins mostly, but I am not sure it can really work out for this fic, so you can tell me what you think in your reviews!), Ratchet/WheelJack/Ironhide, Sideswipe/Sunstreaker (for sure, perhaps Jazz later on if I can manage to work it in, though it might not work out.)

Rating: MA because at some point this WILL involve a lemon scene and it contains mentions of underage sex.

Warnings: Mentions of underage sex, like WAY underage. I in NO way endorse that so please don't flame me for it. It's just part for the story. Um, yea so in advance I want to say sorry I haven't written in almost 2 years, and I am not asking for a break because of it, but I am not sure this will be the best thing ever; first it has no beta, and I REALLY suck with spelling and grammar. Second I think I have a problem with POVs, and staying in them, and third, The last thing I tried to write (thou haven't posted out of fear of being booed out of fanfiction dot net) I was trying to not be just about the sex part and show details and stuff, but I became so obsessed that I think I put in TOO much detail, I don't know. So I am trying to find a balance, which is like why there is this long warning trying to explain that, so yeah anyway I hope it's not TOO horrible, though it probably is.

Summary: One day Prowl and Jazz take their sparkling Bumblebee to the park to play with his new and strange playmate, Bluestreaker. His sire had told him they would be playing and that's all that he cared about. After that he ended up as Blue's baby brother, and his to older caretakers, Sideswipe and Sunstreaker, this is there life on the hard cold streets up to and including into the start of the war where he finally seen his original Carrier and Sire again for the first time.

Oh and for the sake of the story and because I don't actually know the answers to what the true measurement would be in former speak, when the story starts out it's about a Vorn before the war breaks out, and these are there ages. I don't know yet if I will actually do the writing on their life on the streets, I might do a few chapter shots, in flashback mode to play them out, or maybe half and half, I haven't decided. We will just have to see. You can tell me what you think in your review.

Bluestreaker: about the mind set and age of a 7 year old

Sideswipe and Sunstreaker: about the age of 11

Bumblebee: about the mind set and age of a 4 year old

A/N: sorry probably should have told you this earlier, but for me the units of time go something like this:

Nano klick - 30 seconds

Klick - 1 minute

Joor - 1 hour

Cycle - 1 day

Mega cycle - 1 week

Orn - 2 weeks

Vorn - 83 years

I am sure there all messed up, but for the sake of this single story, those are the time frames, if anyone knows the actual time units you can drop me a line and I will fix them up if there all wrong. Hope you all enjoy the chapter!

Lost Sparks

Chapter Five:Broken Bonds

Jazz's POV

I want to laugh as another bot tries to help Prowl from his hunched over position. They think it's physical, and in a way it is, it hurts so much and I wince and turn my auto receptors down when another scream tears out of my bonded vocalizer. I know he had already done the same when I first started to scream, it hurts to know it's real, that you're not just imagining it, that the med bots can't make it better. I scream out as another wave of pain hits my spark. I know there is nothing to be done, but still I turn to Prowl and plead, it's not fair I know, but I can't help it. I don't want this, not at all.

"Prowler, please, we have ta go get 'em. Ah can't bear this, he has to be alive, with so much pain, just has to be. That means he has ta be getting further and further away. Ah can't take it, Prowler, Ah need mah sparkling. Please!" I beg him again, the same as I did the day we were released and went looking for him. We spent over an orn looking for him in and around the area surrounding the park, and just like the Autobot scouts had said, there was no sign of them or the younglings that had been with them at the time. We gave them the nicknames we knew of, and their resident spy said he would try to find something out about them and get back but that had been an orn ago. All in all Bee must have been away from us for almost six Orns. With each passing cycle the pain gets worse, and I know what I must do, for my mate's sake if nothing else, but the very thought of it kills me. Still, as I turn to stare pleadingly at my mate, and see him doubled over as well, I know it must be done. I could tell him, but really there is no point in both of us agonizing over this. No, I will take care of it alone, tonight. After he finally falls into recharge; neither of us have been getting much of that lately.

What with looking for Bee, and then meeting with the Prime and every bot he thinks might be able to help us. Meeting the Prime any other time would have been wonderful but now I wish I never knew the mech. It's just one more reminder that Bee is not here with me. That my sparkling is gone. There can be no mistaking the pain, the bond is breaking, and it's killing us with it as our sparks try to hold onto the dying thing. I would gladly follow our sparkling anywhere, including deactivation, but Prowl, he had so much more to do and see. I can't let him die here. With a sinking feeling, like I was betraying our sparkling and my mate, I let out another tortured scream when another wave of pain hits. He doesn't answer; doesn't need to. If there was anyway to be tracking them down, we would be. I hear the door slide open, over another pained groan from my mate. I don't bother to glance up; it's probably just another med bot trying to be helpful. Normally I would at least make an effort to lighten the mood, but at the moment the pain was all too much.

"You know, you would think your model would be able to more aptly discern who has just entered the room. If not, I would think of starting; could come useful during the upcoming war," Was the slightly deadpan teasing voice of the Autobot's resident spy. I jerked my head up at the same time I heard Prowl curse; apparently he had tried to jolt out of the berth to get to the other Mech and ended up collapsing under the next wave of pain coming from the bond. The Mech, whose name we still hadn't received, pretended not to notice as he helped him back into the bed. He had sent the med bots packing when he entered the room.

"Did you find them? Did you find Bumblebee?!" Prowl was short and to the point as always, and this one time, I couldn't fault him. Primus please let him be found. Still, he should be carrying Bee if he had been found. So I didn't really need the slight shake of the mechs head to know the answer would be in the negative. I wanted to wail in despair all the same, and my mate's pained groan was the only thing stopping me really. The gentle hand on my shoulder did throw me slightly though. I was about to snap that he could keep his sympathies to himself, that my sparkling wasn't dead, when he started to speak again.

"I didn't find him yet, no, but that doesn't mean anything; after all, he is a sparkling. I have, however, heard a rumor or two about some younglings making hell over in Iacon. Now I don't have any names, but they are said to look like two of the younglings you described to me. Primes given the order, I will be taking a shuttle first thing in the morning. I just figured you could use an update on what was happening to find them," The green and grey Mech explained to me, and I sagged in pain and sorrow again. I wanted my sparkling back so badly. I was about to thank him for the information when Prowl spoke up instead.

"How long?" He asked, obviously in pain.

"How long what?" The Mech asked, slightly confused, to which I didn't blame him. I had no idea what Prowl was asking either.

"How long can the Prime keep giving up resources to look for one sparkling? How long till he starts putting other missions first?" He asked with a gasp, and I realize he is right with a gasp of my own. They're fighting a war; how long could the Prime keep sending his soldiers out to search for one sparkling? How long before this avenue of help was gone? We had nothing left, our unit, our jobs; our everything had been in the city the cons had destroyed. We had been staying here, in the Prime's main unit's stronghold. The medic who was originally taking care of us had agreed that we needed to be monitored for a bit longer, and as there was nothing left in the city, and we had searched everywhere, we didn't say anything when the Prime ordered us to be taken with. He had seen us personally, and apologized for not knowing beforehand about the attack to spare us the pain that we were now going through. Then he came and brought the Mech in front of us along with us about half an orn after they had finally settled down and made a strong hold out of the underground bunker. How long did we have left before we were shipped out to some civilian area?

"I don't know how long the search can continue in its entirety. Still, we will always keep an optic and audio out for them of course. The Prime, and everyone here actually, care for the life of ALL sentient life, and that most definitely includes your sparkling. We will always do what we can to make your sparkling come home. I promise, at the very least, I will. Still your right, we're in the middle of a war, and eventually we will need to put the search on a back burner. You needn't worry yourself about such a thing at the moment though. Our current order is to help you search for your sparkling, and until those orders are rescinded I will do them to the best of my ability, as will the rest of my team." The Mech tried to calm us down, and it worked, to a fashion; but Prowl was right, this couldn't last forever.

I don't know what we would do, we had nowhere to go. I was starting to panic, catching in shorter and shorter amounts of air, when another bigger hand pressed against my chest, and holding it steady, a strong voice told me to just move with it. It was slowly working, and shortly my breathing was under control once more. I didn't need to glance up from the big red and blue arm to know who it was. I had just freaked out in front of the Prime.

"Seems we had the same idea then; you may go get ready for the morning, and I will finish informing them of what they need to know. Dismissed." Optimus Prime told his third in command, who just gave a grin and slid silently out of the room.

I didn't know what to do or say, and then it didn't really matter as another scream was ripped out of my vocalizer. The bond was breaking, and if I didn't do something soon, neither of us were going to make it. I let him settle me back down into the bed. When he went to pull his servo away I grabbed onto it tighter. He was the Prime, he carried the matrix. He was the strongest Mech there was, and the matrix accepted that, so I grabbed on tighter because I needed something to ground me down into reality. I don't know if he understood or not but he just sat down quietly on the edge of the berth near my head and held onto my hand. Then I did the most horrible thing in my life, I sobbed and cried out in pure pain as I snapped our bond to our sparkling. I heard Prowl scream out as well, and hoped with my entire spark that he would forgive me.

Still, a moment later the pain died down, and then just went numb. I just grabbed on tighter to the hand and continued to sob. I couldn't feel my sparkling. The stretching was gone, everything was gone. It was over; we would never feel our little Bee again. I could hear Prowl sobbing as well, and I wanted to go to him, I did; but I didn't have the strength to get up. Turns out I didn't need to, because the Prime just went and lifted Prowl up like he weighed nothing and brought him over and laid him down next to me. We spent hours sitting there with the Prime, just crying over our sparkling. I don't really remember when Prowl fell into recharge, but the Prime did nothing but continue to lightly pet both of us and we finally started to fall to our bodies' needs. The last thing I remember seeing was bright blue optics watching over me.

The first thing I noticed when I woke up was that I was hooked up the energon line and that I was alone in my berth where I had fallen into recharge with Prowl at my side. The second thing I noticed was that the Prime was sitting in a chair going over reports quietly while still watching over both me and Prowl.

"What do we do now?" I asked him, because I honestly didn't know the answer, and I needed one so I could give it to Prowl when he asked.

"I don't know if your sparkling will be found or not, but either way you will survive, because now that's the only way your sparkling will. He will live on in memories when you tell others about him, and his life. How he made yours all the brighter for having been in it," he tells me, and I almost hate him for it. Almost, because I know he is right, but I don't want to hear that. I want this all to be just some nightmare that I will rouse from as soon as my recharge cycle is over. Still, I didn't know what to do with myself, let alone with my mate. Our family was split, our work destroyed, and I didn't know how to fix that.

"What do we do?!" I ask again, because I still don't know. We have no unit, no job, no family, nothing. I tell him this as I plead for him to make it better. He sighs and slips his reports into subspace before coming to me again. I grab onto his servo as it reaches out for my arm. I so desperately want for some bot to make this all go away, and if any bot could then the Prime could. He just looked at me for a moment, and then sighed again before holding onto my servo tightly.

"You and your mate will begin training once your health is back up to my chief medic's standards. You will learn everything you can and you will do as you are told when you are told to do it. You will not do side searches behind my back for your sparkling. However, if you manage to follow those rules, I will of course be glad to continue to help you on your search for your sparkling as much as I am able. Does that sound agreeable to you?" The Prime asks me, and I want to do a lot of things but, as the world seems intent on teaching me as of late, you don't always get what you want.

"It is, thank ya, Ah promise Prime, Ah won't let ya down," I tell him, knowing he didn't have to let two civilians into the army. He could just send us away and tell us that he will let us know if he hears anything about our sparkling. I don't think either Prowl or I would survive that, being stuck doing nothing but waiting to hear if our sparkling was found or not. With a gasp that got me the Primes undivided attention again, I remembered Prowl's earlier question.

"How long can we search for meh 'Bee? Ah mean, completely searching without stopping?" I ask, desperate to know myself how long Bee had before the search would be shelved.

The Prime sighed but he once again took my servo.

"I wish I could say forever, really I do. The thing is, and I know you don't want to hear it but, I do have a war to fight. I will always leave the word out to help all those in need of helping. That is why I am fighting this war, for all those who are too weak or unable to do so themselves. Jazz, I sent our spy out to look for your sparkling's sitters in Iacon. There was some things going down over there, but if they don't come back with something, or some other lead to search down, I can't, in good conscious to those who are dying on the front lines, keep my spy's looking for one sparkling. However, if the timing is favorable, and there are leads, I will of course have them followed. I am sorry, I know you don't want that, but it's the best I can offer," He tells me, and I know I should be more upset, but I just sort of feel numb. If they don't have any leads, my sparkling could be lost forever. I know he is waiting for something.

"Ah, that's, thank you, Ah know you're doing everything dat you can. Thank you. Really. How long till we know what your spy knows?" I ask, finally unable to think of anything else to say.

"That's what I am waiting here for. While it will take a while for him to actually get back here, we have built a new communications device; so as soon as he gets the info he needs, he will comm. back to me. It actually shouldn't be that much longer, and then you will know for sure one way or another what's happening. Jazz, I really do wish there was more I could do to help you." I believe that was the first time I had ever heard the Prime mutter since I first met him.

I was about to answer him when another beat me to it.

"We thank you for whatever you can do for us, Prime. We appreciate everything you have done so far to aid us in finding our sparkling. I promise we will do everything we can to repay you for what you have done for us," Prowl answers before I get a chance; and I snap my head to my mate, wondering how long he has been awake, and if he will ever forgive me for what I have done.

I was about to inform him of Prime's offer to join their side, and that I had said yes, when something made a beeping noise. I started to look about for what it could be when the Prime smiled and tapped his arm, and a miniature vid screen popped up, showing the upper half of his resident spy. I was slightly confused for a minute as to what I was seeing, before it started to actually speak.

"Hey Prime, I managed to catch up with some of the shadier mechs up here, and it does appear as if it was two of the three younglings with Jazz and Prowl's sparkling. Yellow and quiet and red and obviously in charge; however, no bluish type Mech, and no mention of a sparkling." I was about to interrupt that they had to keep searching obviously they had found the younglings and so Bee should be near! Before I could, the Prime held his hand up to keep me silent.

"Well, just get the younglings. I am sure they would be more than happy to give the sparkling back now that the troubles have died down. I believe that they likely were trying to keep him safe," Prime spoke into the screen, and when I heard the sigh from the line, the image, much to my startlement, moved its head about as if it were a live transmission.

"It's a no go, Prime. I already tried that. The mechs were forthcoming about the younglings actions, since apparently it was being done without their permission. You know how little streeters allow that type of thing to go unpunished. I followed as much of the trail as I could, and honestly, Prime, it sounds like they were cleaning house. Even if they did have a safe place here, they were selling, getting credits, and stealing some things. Good news is some of the things stolen are for a sparkling, so that probably means their sparkling is still alive, but after their last theft of med supplies, they went to ground; and good. Nobot has seen anything or heard anything for them since. They disappear better than I do, and that's saying something. They're long gone from here; or at least that's my belief. I've already checked all the local ways out of town, and a few not so local ways out; and nothing. I will look at a few other places, but my guess is they're long gone from here by now. Just wanted to report in."

The Prime then nodded to the vid screen, and it nodded back, before the transmission was terminated; and I was going to cry out that that can't be it, when he looked to me.

"I will inform you if he calls back with any different information regarding your sparkling. I am sorry, I know that wasn't what you were hoping for, but at least you know he is still alive, and they apparently are taking care of him. That's a start. Now I must get to some meetings, and I believe you have something to speak to your mate about, Jazz. I will see you both later hopefully." He patted my leg before walking out of the room; before I could so much as cry, let alone demand for more.

"What? What does he mean, Jazz?" My attention snapped to Prowl, and I remember what the Prime offered me. With a sigh, I turn to face my mate; no time like the present to try and get everything out of the way at once.

"He offered us the chance ta join the 'bots. Now Ah know ya don't like it, says it's killing either which way, but Prowl, Ah don't much see a way around it. Ya know Ah would follow ya to the pit an' back again but Ah am gonna join. He says if we were ta find some leads, and long as we didn't do it behind his back, he would continue to help us look fer 'Bee. Prowler babe, we have nothing left, if we don't take it, we have NO way ta look fer our lil Bee, then what?" I explain in a rush. Primus knows he is likely already mad at me for snapping our bond to Bee, but he never liked the idea of joining a side in the war, not even the slightest bit. I can just imagine how this might make it all the worse because of the way Bee was taken from us.

"I agree we should do everything we can, not only to find Bumblebee, but to help the Autobot's. The Prime has done so much to help us; and the Cons, well they have taken EVERYTHING from us, so yeah, we should help. Still, I don't see how either of us will be of much use; I mean, I know next to nothing about how to fight a war. I will admit you might be better suited to surviving a hard life, but even so; war? How could we possibly be of any use?" I was so shocked by what he replied. I guess the wait was so long that Ratchet took that as my inability to answer, and decided to do it for me as he moved into the room to check on our vitals.

"Assuming you're serious and Optimus is as well, you would be trained in whatever field you test out best in. It would be more Optimus and Ironhide's field of tests, but I would bet my left servo that your mate there would do well in intelligence, pit you probably both would. Your mate there has an interesting background from which to pull from. And, if I recall correctly, all Praxians are made with built-in storage in their CPU, to better equip them for longer and more diverse learning. Like I said, however, that would be more along Ironhide and Optimus area; they would test you out, then put you through the ringer to get you into shape," he explained as he went about checking everything was ok before nodding and clicking our files shut.

"Seems your vitals are all returning to normal; so I think one last cycle in here to be sure that everything is working properly and you should be allowed to be assigned quarters and things should start to move faster if you both decided that this is what you plan to do after all. Oh and, word to the wise, if you end up in my med bay ever again for no good reason I will save the cons the hassle and send you to the matrix myself. Clear?" He stated the last bit, before stalking out of the room and into the bigger main area of the med bay.

With a wide optic stare I look to my mate, and was about to ask whether I should fear for my safety or not when I noticed he was no longer on the berth, but was slowly making his way across the room to my side. With a grunt, he let himself collapse onto the berth next to me. I was about to ask him what he was doing when he pulled me close and kissed me quite solidly on the lip plates. With a moan and a groan of pain, and pleasure, I was all too happy to respond in kind.

"What was that fer?" I ask when he finally pulls back from the kiss. He let out a feint sign and leans his forhelm against mine.

"So you would believe me when I told you I am not upset about what you did. It had to be done, to save both of us. I just wish it didn't have to happen, and I am sorry I made you do it for me. I should have snapped the bond myself or both together. Instead, in my wish to stay connected for as long as possible, I caused you pain, and for that I am sorry, Jazz. It was never my intention to hurt you, ever," He explained, before leaning in for another quick kiss.

With a whimper I push as much as I dare into the bond and the kiss at the same time.

"He is alive, Prowler, he is; and we will get em back. We just have ta stick with it. Sooner or later we will get em back! It's the promise of a lifetime, babe," I whisper into his audio while stroking the back of his healm.

For the first time it doesn't sound just like a fake something being said to make either one of us better. We would do all that was necessary to get to our sparkling, even if it meant we had to walk straight into the pit and back out again.

End of Chapter:

Wow, a bit of a longer one, and they will hopefully stay that way. Sorry about any wait you may have suffered through so far, and don't forget to thank my awesome beta bas_math_girl for making this readable to you. Any and all spelling errors are mine, as is any grammar mistakes, please forgive them.

Besides any errors you found I hope the chapter was pleasing, and it's been decided, it will go event by event, showing their life growing up on the street, instead of just in flashbacks. Not to worry though, I will try to keep it balanced between the two parties, and I will keep the fic going for as long as it seems others are interested in it. Yea, that was my shameless way of begging for a review to let me know what you think so far. Of what you think should happen and would like to see.

Preview of Next Chapter: The twins and Blue settle into life as Bumblebee's new Family.

*I believe it to be quite noteworthy that I managed to snag bas_math_girl as my loyal beta! Do be kind and go check her fics out!*