Trapped
by: Anvarah

Disclaimer: yep. I own all three of the Transformers movies – I bought them from the shop like everyone else. Fiona's line belongs to Fiona. Hehe

Summary: Prowl is trapped – it's up to Jazz to save him.

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Trapped

The sand itched.

Not only did it itch, it also was getting into his most delicate cogs and into the hard to reach places; between the sensitive wiring and irritating his 'veins' as humans would call them.

Shifting slightly, in an attempt to relieve himself of the organic material that trapped him as well as the weight of the mech most commonly known as Jazz; whom was lying on top of him, completely unresponsive to his attempts to rouse him.

Only this could happen to him… it had never happened to anyone else. He winced as a small shell wedged into a seam on one of his doorwings, causing a dull ache to spread across his sensor net.

Of all the places they had to go, why did it have to be a beach!?

Jazz shifted above him, groaning as he stretched his limbs "how long was I out?" he asked Prowl, who he was lying on top of.

"Three hours."

"ahh… better get back ta work then"

Jazz climbed off the top of the Autobot SIC and began to fix the damage that had been caused by his 'unscheduled' nap, humming as he went.

"Jazz, is there a reason behind what you're doing?"

"Prowler!" Jazz gasped spinning around to face him, "don't tell me ya weren't listening da other day!"

…

Jazz grinned devilishly at Prowl's confused look. He straightened and took a deep breath, all the while a mischievous gleam shined in his optics. "… Well you must know how it goes… a princess locked in a tower and beset by a dragon is rescued by a brave knight…"

Prowl's optics widened.

"You've got to be kidding me…"

"But dis is how it's supposed ta go!"

"NO."

"But Prowler…."

"NO."

"Prowllieee!"

"Jazz…"

"Well… why not!?"

"It's illogical."

"No it's not… come on Prowlie, Pleaseee!"

Jazz shot him the most adorable pout he could muster and watched silently as Prowl's resolve began to slowly crumble. He bit his lip and watched triumphantly as Prowl's iron fortress Shattered.

"Fine."

Squealing in excitement he turned back to the decorated piles of sand he had packed on top of his SIC and informed Prowl of the process.

"Now… this dis how it goes. You're trapped in a tower and I gotta rescue ya… but since we don't got a tower I gotta improvise…then after I rescue ya we ride off into da sunset.. Okay? Ya got dat?"

"Yes jazz. I understand the typical process applied to the situation present."

"Okay... now let's get ya outta here"

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It only took a few minutes to unearth Prowl from his 'prison', puffing up slightly with pride Jazz lifted Prowl into his arms, bridal style and began walking towards the deserted car-park that NEST officials had fenced off for the day.

"Jazz. You realise if you had asked me I would have gone along with your 'Plan'."

"Yeah… I know but dis way is more fun Prowler"

Prowl sighed and leaned his helm against the First Lieutenant's shoulder.

"Jazz"

"…yeah Prowler?"

"Was the duct-tape truly necessary?"

Ha ha! I thought this would be adorable. Enjoy guys! :D

R&R