A/N: I had this idea while I was working on the next chapter for Sound from the Spark, you could call it a late Valentines day fic if you want to. If a lot of people want, I could turn this into a multichapter story instead of just a oneshot. I'm all for it but I want to hear what you guys think. And if you guys have other pairings you want to see I could write in here. Its just Prowl-centric at the moment.

The OC's are just there to progess the plot so they won't have a big parts. I really hope that I kept them in character.

Fandom: Transformers

Universe: G1/Movieverse

Characters: Prowl, Jazz, Sideswipe Sunstreaker

Pairing: Prowl/Jazz

Warning: slight slash and fluff

Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers, they belong to Hasbro and Takara. Except for the OC's

He kept his face passive, only his quivering, doorwing nubs gave away his distress to his creators. His sire tried to set him down on to the ground, he refused to budge. His tiny arms clung to the thumb. His creator intook some air and calmly stated,"Come now, Prowl. Is that how you should be acting in public. I understand that you are adamant in not wanting to go to the care center, yet it is necessary. Desist this behavior immediately."

"Slider, maybe we could take him with us? I'm sure our bosses wouldn't mind."

"You know we can't, Tiltor said we would lose our jobs the next time."

"Yes, I know. Prowl, do as Slider says. Go on, we will be back in few cycles. Try to enjoy yourself and make some friends with the other sparklings."

"But-"

"Be a good little mech and listen to what Pacer says."

"Yes creator." Prowl muttered as he let go of Slider's thumb. He hopped off of his palm and onto the floor. He stopped for a second as Slider said,"Prowl, wait. I have something for you."

He pulled out something from his subspace and handed it to Prowl. He commented, "For being a good little mech, here's some energon sweets straight from Chases'. Don't eat them all at once, and if you find a friend I'll give you more tomorrow, but remember Prowl, you must make at least one friend today."

Prowl's optics light up and his doorwings trembled, yet he kept his face passive. He replied,"I will creator! Thank you!"

With the energon goodies in hand, one of the caretakers took him the playpen. Various mechlings ran about, screaming and laughing without a care in the world. Their shrill cries made his doorwings quiver due to the high-pitched frequency they made on his doorwings' highly-sensitive sensor net array. From behind, he picked up movement from two mechlings, before they crashed into him. They sent him barreling over onto his back, yet he held tightly to the treats from his creators. He let out a whimper in dazed confusion as the floor collided with nubs.

"Ow!"

"Your an idiot Sides, y'know that." Two mechlings came into his visual relay. They hovered over him, the yellow one had a sneer formed over his face and his arms were crossed.

"Ah your just saying that Sunny, ya know you love me!"

"Don't call me that!"

"Ha ha, whatever you say Sunny." A red and black mechling named Sides said to the yellow one who he called Sunny, standing next to him. Sides focused his attention on Prowl, commenting in the process, "Hey, you okay? Heh, You look like you're overcharged or something."

"I am fine." Prowl stated. Sides lent out a hand to help him up. Prowl just stared at it for a moment before reaching for it. Sides chuckled,"I'm Sideswipe. This is Sunny, or Sunstreak, 'cause he doesn't like that name. What's yours?"

"My designation is Prowl."

"Well 'Prowl' if you ever need our help in teaching a bully lesson, we're here to help."

"As long as it doesn't mess up my creator's paint job, I don't want to have him paint me over again." Sunstreaker scowled as he eyed his frame over once. Sideswiped laughed, "Course it won't happen, Sunny! You have me! Anyway, Prowl see ya later, we got some stupid seekers to bother!"

"Don't call me Sunny!" Sunstreaker growled as they both walked away from Prowl. Prowl gazed down to his energon sweets. Could he really consider them friends? They didn't really stay to talk with him more. With the way things were going, Slider wouldn't even give him one single energon treat tomorrow.\. He was just about to take a deep intakefull of air when he heard a smooth, high-pitched voice next to him. He glanced up to see a mechling with similar color scheme as his watching him; yet he wore a visor over his eyes and part of his lips quirked upwards, "So yer the new bot? Designation's Jazz."

"Jazz? My creators gave me the designation of Prowl."

"Prowl, huh? I like it."

"You do?"

" 'Yep I do. Saw them too knock ya over, it musta hurt."

"I-It did." Prowl grumbled as he continued to watch Jazz. Jazz came up close to him and started to massage the tips of the nubs. He muttered,"I'm sorry that's what ya had to experience for yer first time here. This place ain't too bad, though I'd watch myself for the bigger mechlings."

"I hope you are right about that it."

"Stick wit' me and ya'll be fine, I play with Orion and the nicer ones. They won't hurt ya." Jazz commented as he gently stroked circles on the nubs. Prowl's frame lessened from its rigid position as he relaxed into the touch. Prowl mumbled, "Your nice Jazz. I like you, I hope we can be friends."

"I think we already are." Jazz giggled as he released the wings. Prowl thought for a moment then said, "Since we are friends now, would you like to share my energon treats?"

"I'd love to!" Jazz beamed at Prowl. Prowl couldn't help but smile back as the Jazz's positive attitude was contagious.