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Origin

Tital: 'Origin.'

Rated: K

Genre: General

Characters: Jazz, Smokescreen, FirstAid, Arcee, Bluestreak, Bumblebee

Description: Jazz is a Decepticon youngling sicretly taking care of five neutral younglings hiding in between-space of Decepticon base's walls. But when the Autobots overtook the base he joined in the hiding not able to leave his friend behind. Yet, soon Autobots will find out about the unofficial inhabitants of their new territory.

Note: Let it be a teaser... If I get enough or reviews I will publish more. I NEED TO KNOW IF PEAPLE LIKE IT. It will not be a long story, so the one's who enjoy 'Soundwave's secret' do not fear - I will be working on it too.

Thanks to The_Broken_Bird who helped me to prepare this story.
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"Jazz?" A quite whisper came from darkness flowed by a sound of crawling and a dim glow of yellow optics.

"Go back."

Smokescreen blinked and ignored the quick reply, getting even closer to the figure sitting in the darkness.

"Have you learned something?"

The red optics of the older mechling did not leave the gap between the wall - the only source of light in the interspace used for wirings and tubes, each serving a certain purpose of the base,"Only that those 'Bots ain't got idea of time organisation..."

"That means..."

"The time between their shifts is always different."

"So..."

"We'll have to improvise."

Smokescreen raised his optic ridge, despite of the darkness managing to see the unhappy expression of his friend,"Isn't that what you always do?"

Jazz signed,"This time Ah might need some help...Lets go."

The mechling lifted himself up - as much as the narrow space and cables let him do so - and they both headed through the hidden parts of the once-Decepticon base.

They crawled, climbed and slide passing rare gapes in the wall revealing huge peds of the new owners of the base.

Several days passed since the Autobots took over the place. As long as Jazz and others managed to see, 'Cons almost had handed it over, abandoning the area as soon as the realization of a certain failure came upon them.

Yet Jazz could not leave. His friends had been living in this tunnels for a quite long time already, while he despite his age being in the soldier ranks would secretly provide them with energon. When the Autobots came, he joined other younglings in hiding behind the walls. They wouldn't have survived outside...

"Hey there, we're back." Smokescreen whispered his greeting entering a wider square-shaped area.

"Shhh. Bee and Blue are asleep." His sister, Arcee, sat on the floor with the youngest memeber of their group leaning under the gentle touch of her servo.

"Smokescreen did not listen."

"He never does, Aid." Jazz answered with a smirked at the sleepy comment of their second oldest. FirstAid was leaning his head at the wall, Bluestreak - their young praxian friend- asleep in his lap.

"Any luck?"

"Not much. But Jazz has a plan." Smokescreen grinned again his joyful look making FirstAid feel even more tired. The white-opticed mechling with a seriousness so looking alien to his young frame looked at their oldest. Smokescreen noticed the silent dialogue and his grin fell and he seated himself close to his sibling.

"We need that energon, Jazz."

"Ah know, Aid. And we're gonna get it."

A sudden sound of footsteps and a short dry cough made their quite space silenced even more, as each of their frames automatically tensed. The footsteps passed by and Jazz relaxed knowing that there had not been any reason for worry.

"Don't worry, they can't find us here."

He squished his bigger frame between Smokescreen and the femmeling letting them lean at him.

And so the four youngling and two sparklings sat in between the wall unknown for the elder 'Bots minding their own business.

Unknown for now...