Author's note: XD I couldn't help it! I just had a rather brilliant idea XD and so this is the result XD This will definitely be a multi chapter fic XD and will be rather a lot of fun XD But I'm definitely hoping to do the 'human' Autobots XD as they attempt to adjust to their new lives XD don't worry! we'll have mech action too ^_^ I just wanted to have fun with them as humans XD or at least holographic humans XD I would love to know if you have any pairings or situations would would like to see! Suggestions welcome! ^_^

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Perching on the edge of the desk, white teeth glinted in the strong almost sterile light that filled the office, his warm chocolate brown skin contrasting well with his grin. Pushing his cool sunglasses that rested down over his eyes back into place, he was leaning back slightly on his other hand as he was turning his head just enough to be able to gaze down at the man seated behind said desk, one that was looking at him with something close to a scowl. "Ya cute like that Prowler." Winking, Jazz was pushing himself upwards, shifting along the edge of the desk before reaching out a hand to slide long slender fingers back through the silky raven locks. However before he could, a strong grip curled around his wrist and pushed it away.

"I find no reason for us to… do this." His hand waved around him at the human size office and the fact that both of them were holograms. "There is no point in such charades."

"Prime thought it a good idea and so do I!" The small grin suddenly turned into a wide smirk, Jazz bobbing his head slightly, dark braids bouncing slightly against the nape of his neck, dark eyes sparkling with life and a new animation that showed just how much he enjoyed experiencing the 'human' lifestyle. "Come on, Prowler, yah gotta appreciate the fact that we can live instead of just surviving."

"This is not living."

"Pessimist." Jazz snorted softly, rolling his eyes and turning to gaze out the window at the beautiful vista beyond the glass.

"I am a realist. This experiment is a fruitless waste of not only resources, but valuable time." Piercing blue eyes narrowed slightly, lips pressing together into a harsh line, staring out the window for a moment and not being able to appreciate the view for its beauty. Nature was not something Prowl quite got along with.

"Why can't yah appreciate what we have? What this chance gives us?" A hand gestured to the scene outside the large windows, his chocolate skin glowing with warmth, the earring in one ear flashing slightly as he was pushing the glasses back up his nose slightly and back into place. "Why can't you see it, Prowler?"

"Because Jazz, there is nothing to see."

"There is! Slag it, Prowlie."

He got a glare for referring to the tactician as that, but Jazz just plain ignored it. "If there is no more you need to discuss, I would ask if you could remove yourself from my office, I have work to finish."

"I ain't goin'."

"I am warning you, I am not in the mood for your games." Blue met brown. "Leave."

"Nope."

"Get. Out."

"Not goin' to happen, til yah promise."

Prowl's jaw gritted sharply, his expression showing that Jazz was definitely trying his patience something fierce. "What must I do for you to remove yourself from my office?"

"Promise to try 'being human'."

"That is impossible."

"You know what's impossible? You." A finger poked Prowl's uniformed chest, stepping forwards so that he was right in the other's face, though shorter, Jazz wasn't about to let the other intimidate him. "The Holographic grid was built so that we could interact with the humans that have welcomed us to their world, so that we could live here in Cyber City and be a part of the community here. We could interact with the world, show that we are willing to greet the humans on their terms, show that we are willing to learn and understand their culture. This is peace… this is harmony. We still have our Sector, we are still bots, we haven't lost who or what we are, but we are discovering that there is more to life than just that."

"We can get along perfectly fine as ourselves."

"You don't get it do yah? Cybertron is fuckin' gone! This is home. Adapt or die. I would rather adapt and slagging enjoy it then cling to something that won't work in the long run."

"Do not lecture me."

"Well then stop being such an ass."

"You have no right to come in here and insult me."

"I know it hurts." His voice was quiet, his head turning away to gaze out at the scene before him, it was beautiful, but not like Cybertron had been before the Decepticons had destroyed what was left of their home. "It hurts everyone knowin' that we failed to protect our world. That's why were trying to make this work here, Prowl. The humans could decide tomorrow they want us gone… force us to leave and we both know what will happen then. No home, we won't survive long."

"Jazz…"

"We all need ta try, Prowl. Try ta understand humans… try ta understand their ways so that we do not run the risk of that coming to pass."

"Fine." Prowl's shoulder's slumped, his blue eyes gazing at Jazz from beneath dark lashes, the handsome features showing that he was still very reluctant to do as requested, but he would do what he had to for the Autobots. "What do you suggest I do?"

"I would suggest maybe learnin' ta smile."

"Jazz." It was a warning growl, a low rumble escaping the handsome human before the dark skinned Special Operatives Agent.

"I know!" A hand suddenly curled around Prowl's wrist and was suddenly dragging him towards the door, Prowl protesting silently but would not give Jazz the pleasure of knowing he was winning.

Through a maze of corridors, Prowl was being tugged along, much to the amusement of both the humans and also the other holograms. This was unbearable… embarrassment sent a tiny flush running up along his cheeks, his teeth catching his lower lip as he was being drawn around by the leather clad Jazz. His eyes dropped, head dipping and suddenly found himself staring at a rather sexy rear, taut and just the right size to fit in his hands… a good squeeze… Prowl bit the inside of his lip sharply. What the hell was he thinking about Jazz of all people? But that rear was… nice. Some part of him was whispering…

"Are yah starin' at my butt, Prowler?" Head tipping up and back slightly, dark eyes were teasing Prowl as a slender pink tongue swept across his lower lip, dampening it making Jazz look like he was almost pouting.

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Right… and I'm the Queen of Sheba."

"Wha…?" Puzzled blue eyes blinked sharply at that, suddenly drawn from that rear to those lips and… He was not going to go there! He was not… humans, organics… he respected them greatly but the thought of being attracted to a human was… but this was Jazz… The one mech that could get Prowl fired up on all cylinders.

"So cute."

"Femmes and small sparklings are 'cute'." Prowl's lips pressed together as they finally stopped in what appeared to be the cafeteria, Prowl tugging down on the edge of his uniform, smoothing it down and feeling the weight of his real sidearm and handcuffs and felt secure. He was an officer of the law and he would carry the implements of such. "I am not."

"Fine, you're sexy as hell and got the most seductive little pout." A finger touching against Prowl's lips lightly.

"Your comments are inappropriate. May I remind you…"

"Though I miss the doorwings… You just want to pat them when they droop, stroke them from tip to hinge. Watch them flutter… "

"Jazz."

"Prowler." Jazz chirped back with a grin, "You keep up that pout and I'll just have to kiss it."

"Stop flirting with me."

"Is it working?"

"No."

"Yes it is."

"Stop being so irritating."

"Stop being so gorgeous, then I might stop being so irritating."

"Just fuck him already, we don't need to see you two hanging all over each other everywhere… its sickening enough we have to play organics…"

"Well I would get him to, but yah see… I just can't seem to take him anywhere at the moment." Jazz quipped back at Sunstreaker who was crossing his arms and clearly not being happy that he was stuck in army fatigues or at least what passed as some. The Spec Ops Agent definitely remembered hearing the whine of Sunny clearly saying it 'clashed with his hair' or something to that end.

"This conversation is highly inappropriate and it is not going to happen."

"Who said it wont?"

"Me."

"Then don't be so sure about it." The dark skinned hologram grinned, suddenly tugging Prowl's head down so that their noses touched. "Give me three orns, Prowler and if I don't have you on my berth by then… giving me the best damned 'face I've ever had. I'll do anything you want."

Prowl couldn't help but smile at that one. "And trust me, I will be the one winning that bet."

"Coffee." Something warm and strong smelling was held up under Prowl's nose, the man inhaling deeply, those soft dark lashes brushing against his cheeks as his eyes closed as his hands were drawn up around the warm mug. "Enjoy."

"…I never win…" Prowl whispered as he watched Jazz's swaying aft moving away from him. "But sometimes… I just don't want to."

Prowl WILL get addicted to coffee XD LOOOOOOOOL And Jazz XD