Once he became a Carrier, Jazz understood what his Creators meant about having a Creator's intuition. It's bad enough having the intuition with one creation, but two was even worse. Both of his and Prowl's creations were keeping something from them, and it truly bothered them a lot. Bluestreak seemed upset, it has been for a bit, but he won't talk to him or Prowl about what is making him feel down. Prowl had checked if it could be some bot from work that could possibly be picking on Blue, though if it did have anything the two of them would be the first to know. Bluestreak is an Enforcer, lower rank but does one Pit of a job. Jazz and Prowl would have come to the conclusion that it may be a family problem, he may be worried about Rhythm and the situation she's in, but that doesn't seem to explain of how down he looks. Last resort is something is going on between him and a certain mech who has been trying to court him.
On the other servo, Rhythm seems tense. Jazz and Prowl were watching over Galvatron while Rhythm was out with the others, when they received a call from Kup informing them that there was an incident on Archna-7, they contacted Bluestreak and headed to Iacon. When they got there, they went to the I.S.F.C- Iacon Science Facility Centre- where Rhythm, Sentinel and Optimus were being cared for and quarantining. The rooms that the three of them were in were spaced out for privacy, tests were being conducted to make sure their system wasn't damage. Rhythm was the first one to be released after some time in the quarantine, thank Primus that everything was fine. Jazz's spark sunk when he witnessed Rhythm hesitating to hold Galvatron when she got home, it took some telling her that she was infected with anything organic that could be passed to another bot. Rhythm had taken Galvatron from him, held him close to her and cried. Jazz knew the feeling of grieving; he lost a lot of friends and family in the war.
"Let's go get some recharge," Prowl said, snapping Jazz out of his thoughts. When Jazz didn't say anything, Prowl looked at him. "What's on your processor?"
"Our creations."
Prowl gave a nod of understanding. "I'm worried about them too. Sadly, they are not younglings anymore, that's when they always came to us."
Jazz missed those days. "So, now, we go to them."
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FanfictionRhythm's creators always told her to stand tall in every situation. After the loss of Elita and threats from Sentinel, she feels like her life has been thrown in a blender.
