A/N: So it has officially been ages since I've posted a fic, I believe it was sometime around January I last posted. But at last I have a new story!

This first chapter is mainly about giving the back story for the rest of the fic, as I didn't use the actual transformers continuity for this whole "beginning of the war thing."

Disclaimer for the entire story: I don't own any of these characters, if I did then Transformers would probably be very different XD

Without further ado please enjoy the story.

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*~*~*~Chapter 1~*~*~*

Prowl didn't do relationships. Simple as that. His battle protocols instantly scrapped any hope for romance, and sometimes even friendship, that he had. As soon as a mech or femme-although they were few and far between- showed an interest in him romantically or otherwise, his processor couldn't comprehend it. He wanted to hold their servo and he wanted to just sit back for a day and just lay about with them. But he couldn't. His body reacted on its own accord, and not in the positive way.

When he tried to explain it to the bot in question they got confused and didn't understand how he couldn't just relax. They always thought it was an elaborate hoax that he had concocted in order to get out of having to speak to them. Every single time. Friendships were there one day and gone the next. And his heart had been broken more times than he cared to count.

It wasn't his fault he had been designed for logic and facts as opposed to spontaneity. After having his heart broken yet again Prowl had decided that enough was enough. He shut himself off from all feelings of affection and just immersed himself with his work. Fully focusing on benefitting the autobot cause in any way he could.

A few years later when the war was still young, a fresh set of autobot recruits showed up. And in amongst them was a loud mech with a white and black finish, the large red autobot symbol stamped clearly on his chest. But what really made him stand out was the shining blue visor that covered his optics. The mech was loud and care free and so Prowl instantly pegged him as being a slacker and assumed they would never get along.

So to say the least; Prowl was astounded by how hard a worker the mech could be. And not only that, but he was one of the best bots they had in the army, and soon enough he was Third in Command of the autobot forces, behind Prowl who was Second in Command.

Over the years the pair grew closer together, as close as Prowl could allow at least. But something about the mech was so enticing to Prowl, he wanted the outgoing bot, and that was an odd and confusing thing in itself. Prowl had never in his life ever really wanted a mech before, as a friend or otherwise, but something was different, special even, about the saboteur that he couldn't quite figure out. And he desperately wanted to know.

As more time passed, the war took its toll on everyone. Jazz became less outgoing, although he was still one for a good party and joke. While Prowl himself became totally, 100% dedicated to his work, barely finding time to grab a quick energon cube and often going days without any recharge.

The little amount of time he had previously spent socialising with other mechs was quickly replaced by paper work, and he soon found himself without anyone to talk to or to spend his rare free time with. On a whole Prowls life became very lonely, very quickly.

However one thing that constantly surprised him was Jazz. Even though Prowl rarely saw the mech, anytime he did spend with him, Jazz was always there with a huge grin on his faceplates and instantly providing some companionship for Prowl. It was a nice thing to have in his life, something that kept him going in a way. A friend.

So when Jazz was suddenly sent to Earth without Prowl, well, Prowl didn't know what to do. He became even more lonely and reclusive if possible, and many mechs began to assume that Prowl wasn't even capable of having emotions. Which wasn't entirely true. They'd just been sent away to earth...

*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Many, many years later, the memory of Jazz had almost completely faded from his processor. Almost. So the day he heard of the plans to travel to Earth, he had been silently overjoyed. He knew Jazz was on Earth, he would finally have some companionship or even, dare he say, friendship, once more in his life.

The day he arrived on Earth he was greeted by all the other bots which had already been present prior to Prowls own arrival. As Prowl took in the new and alien surroundings he didn't notice someone approaching him until a body suddenly smashed into his own.

Prowl was caught unaware and the force of the body against his own caused him to stumble and trip, landing on his aft on the hard ground with a loud 'oomph'. He looked up with confusion on his face, trying to see who had caused him to land in such an undignified manner.

Lying on top of him cackling away while hugging his waist tightly, was none other than Jazz. Prowl smiled minutely at the sight and hesitantly wrapped his arms around Jazz in reciprocation. The duo remained in that position, holding each other after all these year, until someone ruined the moment by loudly, and obnoxiously, clearing their vocaliser.

"Guys as much I enjoy watching this, uh, reunion or whatever, there are decepticons nearby and we really gotta get a move on soon before they notice us." The voice belonged to Cliffjumper, and it caused Jazz to tense where he was sat, a reaction Prowl hadn't expected and was curious to know the reasoning behind. Setting the matter to the side of his mind, Prowl calmly unwound his arms from Jazz and gently nudged the mech still draped across him.

"Jazz. I would appreciate it if you moved off me now please." Prowl said in his usual, monotone voice. Jazz looked into Prowls optics for a second- and was that a flash of disappointment Prowl saw behind his visor?- before nodding his helm slightly and standing up, quickly offering a servo down to Prowl himself in an effort to help him back onto his feet.

Prowl took Jazz's servo after a moment's hesitation and suddenly found himself uncomfortably aware of how much he'd allowed one mech to touch him in the space of 10 minutes after years of going without such physical contact. He awkwardly cleared his vocaliser and thanked Jazz politely before turning to Optimus, who was silently standing at the sideline.

"Prowl, it's good to see you after so long." The Prime said by way of greeting.

"A pleasure to be by your side again, Optimus." The semi-truck smiled at him slightly before turning to address the rest of the Autobots around him.

"Alright everyone, transform and roll out!"

A/N: Tahdah, so what did you think? I really do hope you enjoy this story and the next chapter will be up soon!