Disclaimer: All Transformers characters belong to Hasbro. Any made up characters were created by me.

Summery: (AU G1) What if there was no such thing as Autobots or Decepticons? No divider between the races of Cybertronians? A time where a Cybertronian can chose where to live and what they do? Where a young mech came to Earth to follow a dream.

"blah" – Normal human speak
blah – thinking

The Golden Age of Peace
by Yami-Yugi3 and Hikarigirl18

Chapter 1

Earth is a planet full of opportunity, many alien races knew of this. One race who knew it the most was the Cybertronians from the planet of Cybertron. Even though Cybertron was their home planet, the robotic beings also liked Earth and most made their home on the green planet. But some Earthlings were a bit racist against the peace loving Cybertronians, mostly calling them machines when they were just as alive as was any other being. Even so, the Cybertronians still came to Earth.

- - -

It was a nice beautiful day on Earth when the shuttle from Cybertron arrived. Once the shuttle doors open, its passengers got off. The last one was a young black and white mech wearing a visor over his optics. He smiled happily as he took in the scenery. His name was Jazz, and he came to Earth to live out a dream. That dream was to be a famous musician. Sure he loved Cybertronian music but he loved Earth music more, so he felt he needed to live on Earth to make his dream real. But first Jazz needed to find his friends that were already was living on Earth. "Yo! Jazz, my main bot!"

Jazz looked towards the voice to see two mechs, one orange and red while the other was blue, coming towards him. "Hey Blaster, Soundwave." Jazz greeted his two friends.

"How was yer trip?" the orange mech called Blaster asked.

"It was great. I just love Earth! Look at all this beauty!" Jazz said happily.

"Yeah man, it's a good place to live."

"Blaster," started the blue mech called Soundwave, who never talked too much. "It's time." Blaster and Jazz looked confused then Blaster looked like he finally realized what blue tape deck was talking about.

"Oh yeah..." Blaster laughed a bit "I guess we should go. Old Ratch might not be able to contain them for long."

"Ratch? Who's that?" Jazz asked.
"The local Doc," Blaster said with a smile "Oh maybe you should get a check up while we're there."

Jazz looked surprised. "A check up?"

"What's the matter Jazz? Afraid of check ups?" Blaster asked with a smile.

"Primus no."

"Then you are afraid of medics?"

"No. I'm just confused. Why do I need a check up?" Jazz said as he followed his two friends into the Cybertronian city called Metroplex.

"All new arrivals have to get them," explained Soundwave.

"Oh, I get it."

- - -

It wasn't long until the three arrived at the medical bay. It was split into three rooms, a waiting room, the main medical room, and the room for the more critical patients. Jazz heard shouting from the main medical room. "Primus! Rumble put that down or so help me I'll rebuild you into a toaster!"

Jazz got worried. "Who was that?" he asked.

"That's the Doc." said Blaster "Don't worry Ratch is a nice bot, got a bit of a temper but other then that..."

Jazz was currently looking around the clean waiting room until he spies two young mechs sitting near by. They had the alt form of a Dustan. One was a blue color with a pair of yellow chevrons, while the other was grayish and black with small red chevrons. Suddenly the door opens and a white, green, and red mech came out. "Oh there you two are." Jazz noticed that every time the mech spoke his ear fins flashed.

"Jack! If its Blaster and Soundwave get them in here!" the voice from before shouted.

The mech sighed. "You two better get in there." He said "They are driving Ratchet crazy."

"Yeah I guess so." said Blaster. Jazz watched as his friends go inside. The mech looked at him.

"Never seen you around before," he spoke "You're new here?"

"Yeah the name's Jazz." Jazz introduced himself.

"Nice to meet you, my name is Wheeljack."

"Jack! I need some help!"

Wheeljack sighed, before he looks at Jazz. "Why don't you have a seat?" he suggested. "Once we have someone available we'll start with your check up."

"Wheeljack!"

"I'm coming Ratchet! Hold your circuits!" Wheeljack shouted back. He then looked at the two mechs that was there to. "We're almost done. He'll be out soon."

"Thanks Wheeljack." The blue Dustan said with a smile. Wheeljack nods before disappearing back into the main area.

Jazz watched until he was out of site. He soon found a seat next to the Dustans. "You're from Cybertron?" the black and gray one spoke curiously.

"Blue, that was rude," spoke the other as he looked towards Jazz. "Sorry about my little brother, he likes to talk."

"Hey, its okay dude." said Jazz "You guys are waiting for your check ups too?"

"No, ours been done. We're just waiting for our older brother. He needs more care then us."

"Oh. The name's Jazz."

"I'm Smokescreen and this is my little brother Bluestreak."

Jazz was about to say something until Blaster and Soundwave came out with a group of little mechs in tow. "Ah come on Soundwave, I wanted to stay longer." The small blue one whined.

"You caused enough trouble for Ratchet today, Rumble." Soundwave said seriously.

"We'll see ya later Jazz after your check up." said Blaster "Later."

"Later." Jazz said as he watched the two leave. At that moment a white femme came and looked towards him.

"Jazz?" she asked.

Jazz stood up from his chair. "That's me." He said.

"Ratchet let's you work, Snow?" Smokescreen asked in surprise.

"Yes. I'm perfectly all right to work even if your brother doesn't think so." The femme said with a smile.

"He's just worried 'cause you're with spark, Snow." Bluestreak said with a smile.

The femme smiled back. "If Wheeljack didn't tell you, he's almost done."

"We know Snow." said Smokescreen.

The femme nodded as she looked back at Jazz. "Okay Jazz." She said with a smile "Follow me please."

"Sure thing," Jazz said as he followed her into the medical room. He found out the room was quite big with a couple of berths here and there. As he followed the femme, they passed Wheeljack and a white mech running system checks on another black and white mech. Jazz noticed the femme and the mech held hands for a short bit before letting go and continued towards an empty berth. Jazz also noticed the black and white had a bigger red chevron than Bluestreak, and he too had a Dustan alt mode.

"Have a seat," the femme instructed.

"Sure." Jazz said as he easily hopped up on the berth. The femme smiled and started to hook him up to diagnostics machines. "He's their brother then." He said.

The femme looked up then smiled a bit. "Yes. How did you find that out?"

"He has the same alt mode as them." Jazz said "He's your mate huh?"

The femme smiled again. "Yes, he is. How did you figure it out?"

"Well mostly from what Blue and Smoke said back in the waiting room..." Jazz then smiled "And just a couple of minutes ago I saw you and him hold hands."
The femme smiled again. "You're very good at putting stuff together." she said.
"I like to observe my surroundings."
"You and Prowl would get along." she said with a smile.
"Prowl?"
She smiled again as she looked over at the mech being worked on. "My mate." she said.

"Oh," said Jazz. He saw one of the monitors showing the condition of Prowl's spark. Jazz got worried when he saw how weak its pulse was.

"He was sparked with a small weak spark when his mother had a bad virus. That's why he's worried about me." The femme spoke. She smiled at the confusion on Jazz's face. "I saw the worried look on your face when you looked at my mate's spark monitor." She explained.

"So, is he okay?" Jazz asked.

The femme nods. "He's fine, it's just his check ups take longer and more care that's all."

"There Prowl, you're all done." The white mech said as he unhooked everything "That new anti-virus upgrade is a bit stronger then your old one."

"Thank you, Ratchet." Prowl spoke as he slowly got off the berth he was on.

"It's my job and besides your family now. Got to make sure my daughter's mate is in good heath." The white mech said. Prowl nods. "SnowCat, once you're done I want to run a check on you. Also how that spark is doing."

"Of course father." The femme said.

"Your brothers are waiting outside for you." said Wheeljack.

"They worry about me." said Prowl.

"Cause they're yer family." Jazz said with a smile. Prowl gave this confused look. "The names Jazz." He said as his smile got bigger "I'm new to Earth."

"Nice to meet you, Jazz. I'll see you back home Snow. Be careful."

"I will," she smiled. "No go on. I don't need you and father BOTH being overprotective…" Prowl just looked at her with a serious look before giving her a kiss goodbye and leaving.

"Overprotective? That's a bit much…" Ratchet almost growled.

"…Well…it's the truth… Just because I'm with spark and what not…"

"We just don't want anything to happen to you or it." She just smiled before turning off the machines and unhooking them from Jazz. "You check out just fine. You're good to go now. Take care of yourself."

"Thanks SnowCat. See ya 'round."

"See you, Jazz," she replied as he got off the berth and left. She cleaned everything up and went over to Ratchet.

"Wheeljack, you're in charge of any new patients for a bit. I have family matters to deal with."

"Alright," he smiled in reply as he went to tend to just that. SnowCat went over and laid down on the nearest examining berth. Ratchet smiled down at her.

"Have I-…"

"Yes, thousands of times. Me too. I know how impatient and excited you are about becoming a grandfather," she smiled back. He held her hand in a loving gesture before hooking up a few things and running numerous scans. SnowCat sighed a bit, trying to be patient. He WAS overdoing it just a bit. She shivered a bit as her chest plates were opened. She had expected it, but still… it was almost an invasion of privacy, even if it was her father. She sighed uncomfortably as he again, overdid the scanning and rescanning and checking.

"The good news is Prowl's condition didn't get exchanged to you or the sparkling."

"Good. He'll be happy to-…"

"WHAT IN PRIMUS!"

"Father? Is something wrong?" she asked, getting worried. She tried to sit up and get a look at what was going on.

"…Th-there's… It's…"

"Is there something wrong with me? Is the spark okay?"

"…Everything's…fine… Y-You're…carrying…" he stared. Ratchet couldn't finish from the shock of his discovery.

"For Primus sake's dad! What's wrong?!" she shouted.

"…Y-you're carrying…twins… There's two sparks…"

"Twins!" she exclaimed, half excited, half shocked.

"…Twins… You'll have to be VERY careful from now on."

"…Oh…thank Primus… Twins…" she sighed happily. She relaxed and let Ratchet finish before closing her chest plates and carefully sitting up. "Prowl will be so happy."

"Yes, he will. You be careful going home. Don't transform and don't rush home either. Maybe I should-…"

"Relax, father. I'll be alright. I know how to take care of myself, alright?"

"I know, but…"

"I'll be alright, Father. I'll be careful and I'll walk or get a transport." She went over and hugged him. "Love you. Don't stay too late."

"I won't. Go on and tell Prowl the great news." She smiled as he let her go. She left the office and walked carefully home. She was buzzing with happy pulses and excitement.