Prowl had woken up in many strange places, but this took the oilcake.
Prowl jerked up. Bits of debris littered the area and boxes lined the wall. It looked like he was in a storage closet one would find in autobot headquarters. He checked his chronometer and saw that he had been unconscious for two days.
He groaned when pain pierced him.
Think, Prowl, what happened. It came back to him like a sack of bricks. A simple excavation had turned into a deadly battle, when the con's attacked them. Prowl remembered dodging seeker's gunfire, when he saw a huge missile head right toward him before the world exploded.
The con's must've taken him prisoner.
"Autobot base to Prowl-" he said, pressing his comm.
All he received was static. Their was no connection. Prowl growled and assessed his damage. His chronometer told him that he was severely low on energon. He got into a sitting position, groaning from the pain and assessed his body.
His paint was charred black. Wires were sticking out of his legs and half of his left leg was gone. Prowl breathed through his nose and roved his surroundings. Bit a debris littered the area. Something caught his optic.
A pole. He could use that as a walking cane and see if one of the boxes would contain something useful.
Due to his legs, he couldn't walk, so he crawled. It felt like eternity. Pain messages popped up on his hud and he deleted them all.
He had almost given up, when he heard-
"Need some help?"
Prowl froze. He hadn'd heard him enter. It must be a con' however he couldn't recognize the voice anywhere. Nor did it pop up on his scanners. Prowl lowered himself to the ground, the pole a foot away as he felt a shadow loom over him.
"I know what yer thinkin'." The voice had a weird accent, one he had definitely not heard of.
Prowl didn't respond.
"Yer thinking that yah goin' to use that pole and try tah hurt meh," said the voice. Prowl's hands shot out, before the mech grabbed him and flipped him onto his back. Prowl stared at….a neutral. The neutrals yellow optics glowed, not the signature red optics that con's had. However, the most telling was that he had no sigil.
"Tha'd be pretteh rude. After all, ah did save yah."
Prowl's optics widened, he tried to move, but it was like moving a mountain with the mech's grip, before the stranger let go. Prowl scurried to a corner before he a hit a wall. The neutral stared at him, head tilted, before he sat cross legged away from him.
"Aren't ya gonna say somethin?" Asked the neutral.
Prowl blinked, pain flashing through him.
"Th-th- thank you," Prowl said, when the neutral didn't attack. Prowl's back was to the wall, the neutral blocking his path. It unsettled him. The neutral didn't respond and Prowl coughed. "Y-your home is quite nice."
He had not heard of neutrals roaming this area of Cybertron. The neutral stared at him. It was disturbing.
"Thanks," said the mech, staring at the surroundings. "But this is tha basement-"
"The basement?"
"Sure," shrugged the mech. "I didn't want them to find you, the con's you know." He leaned in close as he said this and Prowl resisted moving back. "Besides, you wah bleeding too much. Din't want ya to ruin mah carpet. I don't want guests to think I'm crazy."
Guests? Trying to change the subject he asked. "What's your name?"
"Jazz, yers?"
Prowl gulped, still unsure if this was a decepticon ploy. "Dent."
"Nice to meet yah, Dent," Jazz said, winking at him, he grabbed Prowl's hand and shook it. Prowl hissed in pain due to his injuries. Jazz, however, didn't notice...or didn't seem to care.
Jazz seemed to think for a moment before he asked, "Can we be friends?"
Jazz siddled closer to him. "I mean ah did save ya life. Does that make us best friends."
"Sure..." said Prowl uncertainty, trying to move back. These questions were strange. When was this mech sparked? All he wanted to do was leave.
"Thas good. I've never had a friend before," Jazz said, optics wistful. "So that makes you mah best friend!"
Prowl nodded, before putting on his best commander voice.
"The autobots thank you for your service, Jazz," Prowl said, authoritatively, glancing around the room. "But is it possible you have a comm. link so that I can contact the autobots. I don't want to impede you-"
Jazz smiled. "Yer not impeding on anythin'. I really liked this sleepover."
Sleepover? He was injured. Prowl tried to school his facial expressions. This mech had to be crazy. All he had to do was remain calm and find a way to leave.
"Still," Prowl said. "They must be worried."
"Well, sorry," the mech shrugged. "I ain't got no comms."
Prowl gulped and looked around trying to find a door anywhere. How did he even get in here? "Well, is their a drug store nearby?"
"Yeah," said Jazz, inspecting his nails. Prowl noticed his nails were really sharp and covered in what looked like mech blood. "But I don't need anything from there."
"Of course," Prowl nodded, optics trained on Jazz's nails. Jazz must've been incredibly strong, he imagined the neutral could cause serious damage.
"Is it possible if I can talk to someone else?" Saner preferably.
Jazz optic gleamed and he cocked his head. "Their's one mech here, if you'd like to meet him. But I didn't know you were into that."
Prowl blinked. Whatever it was, it was ten times better than being trapped with this mech. "Please, can you call him down?"
The mech shook his head. "Sorry, I can't."
"Why not?" asked Prowl, trying not to yell.
"I can't," Jazz lectured, rolling his shoulders. "Because I cut off his legs."
"Wha-"
Jazz moved closer, grabbing Prowl's neck and holding him close. Prowl could feel Jazz's claws go into his metal. "Then I cut off his arms. And then his neck," Jazz said. "Then I hid all the parts."
Prowl tried to calm himself down. It could be a fib. He looked around the room and saw the bar. "I-I think, I need some space-"
"Why?" asked Jazz, optics flashing. "So yah can leave me? We're friends, Dent! You promised me!"
"You're definition of friendship is very wrong," gasped Prowl. "I'll still be your friend if you allow me to leave Ja-"
"Liar!" screeched Jazz, squeezing tighter.
Prowl optics widened. He grabbed the bar and swung it to the mech. Jazz grabbed the bar unfazed, his strength was incredible, before he threw the bar to the side.
"Youre mah special friend, Prowl!" Jazz said, rising up. He pushed Prowl to the ground. Prowl gasped for air. "And rule one. You are never, ever going to leave me."