Never the same
He had no idea how long he sat there, staring with disbelief at the now dull, lifeless optics of his bond mate.
The energon run had turned into a disaster in mere minutes.
Prowl had only had time to utter three words before offlining forever "I love you".
Jazz had no idea why this happened or what to even do with himself anymore.
"Jazz" a soft voice echoed in the near empty ship "you need to get away now". He made no move to get up from his knees or struggle when Bluestreak pulled him up and dragged him to his quarters to hopefully recharge.
Only when the door had closed did he let out a scream of such pain, agony, and anguish that all mechs onboard flinched painfully.
Tears streamed out of his optics like rivers and he banged his hands into any hard surface he could find desperate to feel anything but what he was feeling right now…….
It was a good few Earth hours before the screaming and crying toned down into whimpers. Bluestreak looked up at the twins with sad optics "do you think he'll ever be the same?" he asked softly, It was Sunstreaker who answered as his brother could only stare at his energon emotionlessly; that's all he did since their mate Ratchet passed on. "Bluestreak, no one will ever be the same" he returned to nursing his energon.
It was days until Jazz moved from his place on the floor to the berth. He couldn't cry, couldn't scream anymore, never again would he feel emotion. Life was meaningless, so that ruled out recharge, rations, and contact with anyone. He was wasting away and The Arc could only watch in agony as the once social, happy go lucky mech started to die , leaving no trace as he sunk into a deep pit of depression.
"Please come back Prowl" he whimpered "I need you now more than ever", only then did he feel himself sink into a sleepless recharge, or so he thought…
Jazz woke in a beautiful place, one he had never seen before, "Am I dead?" He thought aloud, "No you most certainly am not" a stern voice spoke beside him. He whipped around to find a very peaceful Prowl smiling softly at him. "Prowl!" Jazz threw himself into his arms, is this it? Are you here to finally take me away?" Prowl could only open his hands to show a small spark, Jazz only watched in shock as Prowl placed it in his hands and turned to walk away….. " What's this" Jazz asked confused Prowl merely kissed him softly on the lips and whisper " Things will never be the same".
Jazz felt himself be sucked back into the world of living. In his hands the gold spark glowed brightly in his hands, a final memoir of Prowl… A sparkling. He sped towards the med bay startling mechs left in his wake. He whispered the sentence over in his head " Things will never be the same" Before walking in the med bay meeting somber looking twins " what are you here for" he asked cautiously. As if on queue they both opened their hands……