TF Snuggles
Pg for innuendo
Summary: Prowl finds out the hard way that sometimes it is better to leave sleeping friends lie.
It was early in the evening at the Ark. It was pretty quiet as Prowl walked; most of the other Autobots were either patrolling or partying in the rec-room. He arrived in his quarters and was very surprised to find Jazz sitting at his desk. Even though they stayed at the same quarters Prowl rarely saw him there. He himself was either too busy completing tasks or Jazz was doing an errand. The Saboteur was leaning back on the chair, falling into recharge from the music he was listening to. How Jazz could fall asleep with music blaring in his headphones, or even in such an uncomfortable position baffled him. But then again it WAS Jazz.
Prowl left the door open to catalogue some files. He'd only be a short while and didn't think it was necessary to close it at this moment.
THUD!
The sudden noise caused files to scatter into the air. Prowl jumped in shock. He spun around to look for the cause of the commotion.
"Jazz!" He called out, spotting the off-line Saboteur sprawled against the chair on the floor. The noise or the sudden sensation should have at least stirred him into reactivating, but he remained still.
'What if he's damaged?' Prowl thought in concern. He was mentally kicking himself for not predicting that this would happen. Removing his equal from the downed chair the Officer began to check his systems for damage.
Unfortunately Jazz's unconsciousness decided to play a cruel trick. With a sleepy murmur he pulled the larger mech onto him. Prowl bit back a startled squeak.
'Oh great.' He thought with a groan. 'Now he decides to be affectionate.' While he knew Jazz to be really friendly he had no idea the Saboteur liked to snuggle. At least until now that is.
After a few more attempts to wake him up Jazz began to rouse from recharge. Prowl was so relieved he momentarily forgot that he was lying on his comrade.
"I fell asleep didn't I?" Jazz slurred tiredly. Prowl sighed in relief. He didn't seem to be damaged at all.
"Now that will teach you not to lean back on the chair..." The Officer began to warn lightly. Then he stopped, looking up at the still open doorway. There stood a very shocked Bluestreak. Or a moment Prowl had no idea why the warrior was looking at them like that. But then he noticed Jazz's arm across his lower back...
"Hey Bluestreak! How's it goin'?" Jazz greeted happily, totally clueless.
"Bluestreak don't even think-" Too late. The warrior was already down the hall. Prowl pushed himself off his comrade to pursue him, but by the time he made it to the door he gave up. He knew the talkative Autobot would tell the first ally he saw of what he'd just witnessed.
Jazz by now had caught on, laughing as he rose to his feet.
"It's not funny Jazz!" Prowl groaned.
"Oh come on man could ya blame 'im?" Jazz asked merrily. "It's not like we're givin' 'em much of a choice in wha' to think." It certainly wasn't the first time something like this had actually happened; much to Prowl's annoyance and Jazz's amusement.
"I know..." Prowl sighed. "But do they have to catch us EVERY single time?"
Jazz chuckled to himself as he helped Prowl gather the scattered papers. Unlike his comrade he wasn't too bothered by the rumours. They were best friends, and that was all that mattered.