Title: Broken Promises

Rating: T

Pairings: Prowl/Jazz

Disclaimer: Transformers belongs rightfully to Hasbro

So a new story for you all to read. I hope you enjoy it!

Italics (Memories)

Stellar-Cycle (7.5 months)

Klik (1.2 minutes)

Deca-cycle (3 weeks)

Orbital Cycle (1 day)

"Do you promise Jazz?" Prowl asked.

"I promise ya' Prowler," smirked Jazz.

Prowl pulled his hands away angrily, his doorwings rising up stiffly. "This is serious Jazz," he hissed.

Jazz dropped his smirk looking away guiltily. "M' sorry," he spoke softly.

Prowl instantly regretted snapping at him, doorwings drooping. He didn't want to fight with Jazz just before he left. He was actually hoping to avoid that altogether. Looks like that plan backfired. Prowl moved closer bringing his arms up and wrapping them around the black and white saboteur.

He felt Jazz respond, laying his head on the tactician's chest, just above his spark. "I'm scared for you Jazz," he whispered his fear. "I hate seeing you hurt. I hate that Optimus is taking you away from me like this."

Jazz pulled away, but not enough to break contact between the two. To Prowl's surprise he retracted his visor, enabling him to look into the optics of the other. It was rarely that Jazz did this, only on select occasions, but those were sparse within the time he had known the third in command.

"Ya know what I hate the most?" Jazz asked sincerely. Prowl opened his mouth to answer, but Jazz didn't give him the chance. "I hate bein' away from ya'. It feels like I'm missing something in 'ere," bringing his hand up and placing it over his own spark chamber.

Prowl brought one of his own hands up on the saboteur's chamber, feeling the warmth under his fingers and palm. The gentle pulse of the spark against the plating made him instantly forget about everything around him. It was just him and Jazz, the two of them standing there together. The war and everything they fought for and believed in disappearing altogether, This was their own world, their own fantasy away from what was real life stress and drama.

KNOCK KNOCK

To their disbelief, that fantasy fell away like shattered glass. Both of their heads swiveled towards the source of the noise. The door to Prowl's quarters slid open and Ironhide's head popped into view, looking between the two before speaking.

"Time ta' go Jazz," he said before leaving as quickly as he came.

Prowl looked away from the closing door back to Jazz seeing the visor back in place. He brought up a hand and cupped the saboteur's cheek, to which the mech leaned into it. "Promise, you'll be careful Jazz."

Jazz stared at him in silence for a few kliks before lifting up his hands and placing each on the tactician's cheeks. He then pulled Prowl's head forward placing his own lips over Prowl's, in what was to be their first kiss together. They had only gotten together as a couple just recently and already they were being torn apart from one another.

Reluctantly, Prowl pulled away placing his helmet against Jazz's so that their foreheads touched one another's. "Take care of your self Jazz," he spoke softly.

Jazz gave him a smile. "I will and Prowl…" pulling away as he started walking towards the doo. He stopped and looked back once more. "I'll be watin' for ya'." With that he disappeared, leaving Prowl alone within his empty quarters.

Prowl started online as the dream replayed in his processor over and over again. It had been one stellar-cycle since he had arrived on earth and learned of Jazz's fate and the battle of Mission City.

Ever since Jazz had left Cybertron with Optimus Prime, Ratchet and Ironhide, Prowl had been worried constantly. He tried to hide it from the others who were left under his command, but even they could see past his stuck-up-the-aft attitude. It had been hard for him to do his work and not let his processor go over different possibilities for Jazz to get hurt.

After what felt like a lifetime for Prowl, Optimus Prime had sent out a message and he and the rest of the autobot's jumped at the chance of a new life. Even though a lot of them were sad to be leaving Cybertron, since it was their home planet. But most would agree that the planet was dying and would continue to do so unless something happened to give it life.

Prowl's team, which consisted of Wheeljack, Perceptor, Sideswipe, Sunstreaker, Mirage, Hound, Bluestreak and Hoist, was the first to set off from Cybertron. Red Alert's team would set off shortly after, followed closely by Ultra Magnus's team.

The journey to earth was one of the longest travels he had ever been on. It had taken them a deca-cycle to reach the planet called earth and Prowl was more then happy when it came into sight.

Finally he would be able to see Jazz again, be able to hear his voice again and just listen to him saying his name. Prowl had longed to be able to hold the saboteur in his arms again, never letting the mech go.

But his hopes were not meant to be upon his landing on earth, kicking up a cloud of dirt. As soon as he was out of his protoform shell, his optics roamed the four standing in front of him.

Optimus Prime his commander and the autobot's leader stood tall among the other three flanking him. There was something in the leader's optics that confirmed Prowl's fears and the lack of a certain saboteur, standing there to greet him as well.

Prowl didn't say much as he and the others were ushered into the night to get alt forms, to disguise them from the humans. He barely even noticed what he was doing as he scanned a black and white dodge charger complete with police decals on the side. The twins Sunstreaker and Sideswipe teased him about his alt form, but even they knew when to shut up when there was no response back from the tactician.

The drive to their base was once again a quiet and sober affair as everyone kept their distance from the silent tactician. Once they had reached the base Optimus had Ratchet check them over in the med bay and then asked that they one by one meet him in his office.

Ratchet agreed to do so, ushering the nine inside already starting to shout at the twins who were shoving each other back and forth. They were the first to be worked on, the medic wanting to get them out of there as quickly as possible. Once the two were literally thrown out on their afts, did he take more care in checking the others out.

Prowl barely even noticed that he was the last to get a check up as he was lost within his processor. Only a shove from Ratchet startled him out of his thoughts, turning and looking at the medic confused. "Prime wants to see you in his office now" was his only explanation.

Prowl stood and left the med bay feeling the optics of Ratchet on him as he did so, knowing that the medic was worried about him. He wasn't aware of his surroundings as he walked through the hallways, allowing his feet to lead him to his destination.

Too soon he was sitting down before his commander, staring at the desk afraid to even look Optimus in the optics. The autobot leader explained the agreements he and the human's had agreed upon in their many talks. Prowl listened silently to him speak, murmuring when it was appropriate, but mostly just listened. After Optimus had explained that he went into a detailed explanation of the battle of Mission City.

Prowl sat there stiffly, doorwings barely even twitching as the details were given to him. He let out a string of curses, that had even Optimus raising an optic at him.

How could Jazz have been stupid enough to take on Megatron on his own? He knew his friend was fearless, but not even he Prowl would take on Megatron on his own without back up.

"Prowl?" The tactician looked up and waited as Optimus fiddled around in one of his desk drawers for something. He seemed to have found what he was looking for as his hand came up and he reached across the desk towards Prowl.

Prowl stared at the object within his commanders hand as the cracked glass of Jazz's visor reflected the lights from the ceiling. This was a part of who Jazz was and what made him who he was.

Prowl was sad to see it in Prime's hand, without the rest of Jazz there to be apart of it. He almost wanted to yell at his leader for taking the visor off in the first place. Didn't he know that Jazz wasn't Jazz without his visor there to cover his optics? But he supposed that didn't matter now, now that Jazz had joined the others who had sacrificed themselves for this war of their home planet.

"I believe he would have wanted you to have this Prowl," Optimus spoke softly still holding the visor out to the tactician.

Bringing a hand up slowly Prowl grasped the visor gently within his hand, running a finger down the crack, being careful not to damage it any further.

Prowl shook himself out of his memories as his internal alarm rang; telling him it was time to attend to his duties. He stood up off of his berth and moved towards his desk, which was situated in his quarters. It was small compared to the one in his office, but still big enough so that he could do work in his quarters should he want to take some of his datapads to do so.

He grabbed a handful of them, barely sparring a glance at the visor that sat on the corner of his desk. After Optimus had given the visor and excused him from his office, Prowl had become quite angry.

Once he had made his way to his quarters he had gone and punched the wall a few times, leaving nice size dents in it. His hand had gotten damaged in the process of it, which required another trip to see the medic, who was not happy the lest bit.

After that it had been a difficult process of what he wanted to do with Jazz's visor. At first he had placed it inside of his desk drawer, since a part of him was angry at Jazz. But another part of him made him take it out and place it on the desk so that he could always look at it. Often during his recharge cycle he found himself getting up and placing the visor at the top of his berth and just staring at it until he fell in to his recharge cycle.

This pattern would repeat itself over and over for a period of three deca-cycles. Prowl would find it frustrating at times, because it interfered with his work and wanting to be able to escape from the nightmare he seemed to be in.

At nights he would be would be woken abruptly from nightmares of Jazz taking on Megatron. It would be something that would keep him awake for cycles and would often skip recharge cycles just so he couldn't see the fate replaying over and over again.

The others had noticed how hard he was taking it and would often try and cheer him up, but nothing they did seemed to make much difference. Eventually they left him alone and he was left to be alone in his own thoughts.

The visor now sat upon the corner of his desk, where he could always see it when he walked into the room and when he fell into recharge at night. Prowl had slowly grown accustomed to the idea that Jazz had gone and that he was not coming back.

It hurt to think that the mech he had fallen for was no longer there to talk to after his work cycle. No longer there to make him relax as the saboteur talked on and on about mission's he went on, or something that he missed in the rec room. Being Second in Command to Optimus Prime, didn't allow him much time to interact with the others, but with Jazz he was always able to know when things happened.

Prowl had loved when the two of them spent time together, able to be himself around the saboteur dropping his cold stuck-up-the-aft tactician. That was something he didn't understand about the way Jazz worked, getting under his plating and bringing out emotions that he had locked away when he was a youngling.

The first time he had met Jazz, he had thought the mech to be unsuitable for the rank of Third in Command. He had argued indifferently with Optimus on his decision of the mech pointing out the many flaws on Jazz's record. Optimus took them all in stride and then countered with his own about how Jazz was one of the only special ops mech who would be suitable for the position because of the record he had in getting his mission's accomplished.

Prowl had bristled at his commander and stormed out of the leader's office in a foul mode, only to run into said mech not two kliks later. Jazz made to greet him and Prowl had snapped angrily back, before leaving behind a rather bewildered black and white mech.

While the other autobots loved the out-going attitude of the saboteur, Prowl would not even stay within the same room as the mech. Except when it came to officer meetings, those were always the worse for Prowl.

Whenever he was up given his report to the others, he could feel Jazz gaze on him at all times, even when he wasn't up, he could feel the optics staring at him behind that visor. As soon as the meetings were over though Prowl made quick escape of the room, just wanting to get out of there feeling it way to crowded for his liking. It had continued on like that until Jazz had tracked him down one day in his office.

Prowl was startled out of his datapad at the sliding of his office door opening without any sort of warning. Normally mechs knocked on the door before stepping inside to speak with him, but it appeared the message was not passed on to the one who walked in now.

He openly glared at the saboteur who glided in and took a seat in the chair across from him without any sort of invitation. Prowl then pursed his lips when the black and white's pedes were placed on the corner of his desk and proceeded to lean back on just two legs of the chair.

"Is there something I can help you with Jazz?" he asked still glaring at the saboteur.

To his annoyance a smirk came upon those lips and he wanted so badly to smack it off the third in command. "Yea', I wan' ta know why ya' keep avoidin' me?" asked Jazz bluntly.

Prowl stared at him blankly for a few kliks before coming up with an answer. "What makes you think I am avoiding you?"

A snort came from Jazz as his pedes disappeared off the desk and the chair was placed fully back into it's upright position. "Don give me that frag, you've been doin' it ever since I got ere. Now I wan' to know why?" He pressed further.

"I have not been avoiding you and I do think you should visit Ratchet to have your processor check out for any kind of malfunctions in any way." He said grabbing his forgotten datapad and began to read it once again.

Before he could get far though, it was snatched out of his grasp and Prowl stood up angrily, his chair hitting the wall behind him forcefully. "GIVE THAT BACK," he yelled something he rarely did, except for when the twins were in trouble.

"Not until you've answered my questions' an don't give me that slag about needin' my processor check, because it won' work on me," replied Jazz holding the datapad out of Prowl's reach.

Prowl let out a sneer at the black and white mech. "Then maybe you should give me back my work so that I may finish it. I unlike you have work that needs to be done. Perhaps you will do well to remember that since you are Third in Command and have reports that need to be worked on as well."

Jazz seemed to bristle at the idea of doing his own work and Prowl was convinced even further that the saboteur was not fit to be Third in Command. He would speak to Optimus about this again and this time he would make the autobot leader strip Jazz of his ranking no matter what.

Until then he wanted his datapad back and Jazz was not cooperating in any way. "Jazz, I hear by order you to return that datapad and leave this office immediately. Should you pull something like this again, I will lock you in the brig for not following orders."

Jazz looked to be struggling with himself in handing the datapad over, but then after a few kliks of silence he threw the datapad back down onto the desk. Prowl reached out and grabbed it, inspecting it to make sure no damage had come to the report.

He opened his mouth to berate Jazz about treating the equipment with respect, only to find that the saboteur was already gone. Prowl wondered how the mech had left so quietly without him even hearing him go. With a shake of his head he sat down once again and began working on his reports, so that he could finish them on time.

Prowl entered his office and immediately took a seat in his chair, placing the datapads in his hands on the top where even more datapads sat waiting to be done. He let out a sigh through his ventilators at the amount of work he had, knowing that they needed to be finished. Sometimes he hated being the Second in Command and the amount of responsibility it entitled orbital cycle after orbital cycle.

But in all truthfulness he would not change it for all of Cybertron.

Deciding that he should get going on his reports, he picked up a datapad noticing that it was from Ratchet and that he had news after researching deeply with Wheeljack.

Prowl had actually wondered why there were less explosions these days from the engineer, when he was notorious for at least one a megacycle. So now a little interested Prowl continued to read Ratchet's report until he stop abruptly on a sentence that stood out against all the others.

A way to revive Jazz's spark

What happened next was a dull ache that started in the back of his processor and then started becoming stronger. His optics was locked on that simple sentence as his body was frozen in that position. It wasn't long before warnings went off in his HUD indicating processor shut down.

All that was heard from the other side of the tactician's door was a loud crash by a few passing by autobots. The two looked at one another before immediately calling Ratchet, who all but yelled at them for disrupting his work in the early morning.

Author's Notes: I'm not actually sure how long this story is going to be to be honest. But it only just popped into my head one day and I started writing. So I hope you enjoyed it and please review to let me know what you think!