Disclaimer: As per usual, the good things in life are not mine to have, but belong to someone else... in this case Hasbro, Takara and IDW and anyone else I've forgotten…
Feedback makes friends. Flames dealt with by the masters of paranoia and fire, Red Alert and Inferno.


"You hav' to be kidding me?"

"This is no joke Jazz, not unless I misread the timetable. We are due here for hand to hand combat."

"I know that Prowl, but you've seen who we've got it with, right?" Jazz didn't wait for Prowl's answer, knowing full well his friend would have committed the timetable to memory as soon as they received them. Unlike Jazz who had only just looked at it.

"Bruxis. I mean, wow… this has got to be like the best ever!"

"I fail to see the relevance. He's the most logical Autobot to take the class." Jazz slapped a hand to his face. Of course Prowl would take the logical approach.

"I know that. But I mean man, he's like a legend!"

"He holds the record for the most number of kills in any one battle, but I fail to see how such violence can be admirable." Jazz shook his head, deciding to give the cause up as lost. He knew when to step away from a fight he couldn't win; verbal or physical and he could never win against Prowl. That much he'd learnt over the year they had known each other – Prowl was the most logical mech. in their year at the Academy and there wasn't any way he could win an argument against logic.

A shadow fell across them and they looked up to see the largest mech. on possibly all of Cybertron. To their credit, neither of them blanched; a fact that earned them a sharp nod from the mech.

"Bruxis. Now get in there, we've got combat training to do." He pointed to the door leading to the training room.

At the end of the session they dragged themselves down to Medical, Jazz leaning heavily on Prowl's shoulder.

"That was a bad dream, right?"

"I'm afraid not. It was, however, a rather thorough thrashing." Prowl twitched a door wing, wincing as it sent pain lancing through his circuits.

"Man I am so looking forward to a nice long recharge."

"I agree. But I am more looking forward to some medical attention."

"I hear ya. Not looking forward to the bedside manner though."

"I can't believe how exhausting that was. Whoever knew how hard hand to hand could be?"

"We were severely overpowered Jazz." Prowl reminded his friend. They were sitting on Jazz's recharge berth in the dormitory, or rather; Prowl was sitting and Jazz was laid down next to him. Jazz waved a hand in the air as though to dismiss Prowl's explanation as false.

"Yeah, but when we've practised, it ain't ever been that hard."

"But we are fairly evenly matched for size and power." Jazz tapped his hand against Prowl's leg to some rhythm only he could hear; ignoring the slightly amused look Prowl gave him. At least, Prowl thought he ignored it. He might not have seen it – it was rather difficult to tell with that visor Jazz always insisted on wearing.

"True I guess. And I've got ways of beating ya." Jazz smirked. Prowl allowed himself a small smile.

"Yes… I can just imagine Braxis' reaction if you kissed him."