Jazz was in love with Prowl.
The chipper black and white saboteur couldn't have been more surprised once he realized his feelings for the uptight tactician.
Sure, Jazz got on well with everyone, including Prowl-somewhat.
But to be deeply falling for his co-SIC?
Jazz rubbed his face and decided to let his feelings stew for a few days and see if they went away.
After all, he was the 'mech's man' of the Ark; always snagging one bot or another for his voracious appetite for interfacing.
And when femmes came, which was rare, he didn't hesitate to butter up to them as well.
But to be seriously in love with one bot in particular?
And Prowl at that?
It would ruin his reputation for the best interface bot in Autobot history, if he had to stay faithful to one single bot now.
The idea was almost frightening.
Sure, Jazz had had many lovers, way more then he bothered to count, but never one of his own.
He had plenty of small crushes on nearly everybot he came into contact with on a daily basis, but true, deep love as different.
He considered telling Prowl at first, but something inside him shrunk back from confessing.
What if Prowl said no?
Usually when told no, Jazz could figure out a way to do it anyway, but you can't force love.
And right now, if Prowl told him he couldn't love him back, Jazz felt as if his spark would break.
But Jazz's new-found feelings wouldn't let him rest, and he finally relented to the inner burning sensation and went to talk with Prowl.
First, Jazz hunted up an excuse to go see Prowl, in case he chickened out and couldn't tell Prowl.
He decided he was just coming in to annoy him into taking a break for a bit, typical right?
The spy really hoped so; all he could think of was what if Prowl said no or got angry with him?
Jazz felt like he was betraying himself as he dragged his peds towards Prowl's office.
The issue of love came so easy to him that it felt as though he had suddenly changed bodies now that he found himself floundering about what to say to Prowl.
After all, he was known as the lover bot, wasn't he?
Jazz took a deep breath and told himself firmly that he could do this, it was far less scary and dangerous then leaping upon Megatron's lap while the warlord was seated on his throne and tying pink ribbons to his spare cannon on his back, then escaping before Megatron got his ugly hands around him.
But Jazz found himself feeling braver about facing the evil leader one-on-one then facing Prowl right now.
Suddenly he found himself at Prowl's door.
Gulping, he lifted his hand to knock, then remembered that he never knocked, just barged in.
Where had the inclination to knock come from anyway?
Oh well, maybe it would make Prowl more receptive to him anyway.
Jazz knocked.
Unbeknownst to Jazz, he had been acting strangely while struggling with his feelings, and had a group of very curious bots watching him from the monitors.
A very large group; in fact, most if not all the Ark save himself and Prowl were staring into the monitors in Red Alert's office, watching him hesitantly knock at Prowl's door for the first time ever.
Even when he was in trouble, and going in to be punished, he always just threw open the door and charged headlong inside.
This just added to the growing list of odd behaviors for the dapper spy, and the growing conviction that Jazz was head-over-heels for their strict military strategist seemed more likely by the klik.
The whole morning, Jazz had been more quiet then normal, and seemed very distracted, making Prime call his name four times before he responded- without much interest!
He kept staring at Prowl, though he would catch himself, firmly look elsewhere, but his visor seemed to have mind of its own and soon he would be gawking again.
Jazz even blushed when Prowl wished him good morning like he always did, and was lost for words, fumbling over his reply.
And when Prowl had asked for some help, as the energon dispenser was seemingly jammed, Jazz literally shoved other bots out of his path as he rushed to Prowl's rescue.
Jazz had always been an eager helper, but if someone else tried to get there first, he would courteously slow down for them.
And he had been humming love songs all morning.
Nothing really too unusual about that, except that his visor was trained on Prowl and only Prowl as he hummed.
Moreover, when Sideswipe had tried to make some 'friendly advances' and rubbed Jazz suggestively when he slid into the seat beside him, Jazz just mumbled something about "not now Sideswipe" Which was really unusual.
Jazz never, ever, said no to a bot trying to 'face with him, ever.
And he almost never used whole names unless it was really important, Jazz was a huge fan of using nicknames for everyone all the time.
When Blaster had tried to ask him about it, Jazz acted as if he'd been struck, and glared at Blaster like his friend had accused him of switching sides.
"I am not preoccupied with Prowl." He had snapped, then spun on his heel and marched off without another word.
The funny thing was, Blaster had never mentioned Prowl by name.
He had merely asked if Jazz was preoccupied with anyone.
The inhabitants of the Ark sure had a laugh out of the spark-breaker bot having the tables turned on him this time, but they had sobered up once the thought that Prowl might refuse him entered their heads.
It would crush Jazz, they all knew.
He was very emotional, though you would never know it at times.
So everybot held their breath while waiting for Prowl to let Jazz in.
It seemed to take forever, and Jazz seemed like he was going to explode out of nervousness by the time Prowl called from within.
"Come in Jazz."
Looking sheepish, Jazz swallowed again and pushed open the door.
His visor found Prowl at once, and remained locked in the other's icy gaze as he nearly stumbled to the chair across from the stern bot, who sat still and silently watched Jazz as he seated himself, fidgeting anxiously.
"H-hey Prowl." Jazz squeaked, and several bots snickered.
Jazz never squeaked when talking, he was always suave and overwhelmingly in control of himself during interactions with smitten bots.
"Hello Jazz. What brings you here?" Prowl said coolly, watching Jazz over his steepled fingers.
"He's torturing Jazz on purpose." Perceptor groaned as Jazz squirmed helplessly under the unyielding gaze.
"I-I, well," Jazz floundered.
"Speak clearly Jazz." Prowl commanded, not looking the slightest bit amused by Jazz's sudden inability to articulate what he was trying to say.
"Do you, would you, I mean, have you ever been in love, Prowl?" Jazz asked weakly, still staring into Prowl's blue optics.
"No, I can't say that I have." Prowl returned smoothly, and Jazz seemed to deflate a bit.
"But if given the chance, would you love a bot?" Jazz pressed, his hands pressed tightly together under the table in a begging pose.
Prowl took a horrifically long time to ponder this.
Jazz, if he had been human, would have been sweating by now.
As it was, he had opened his vents a little wider and was starting to pant desperately.
"That would depend on the bot." Prowl replied, then reached out and took Jazz's chin between two fingers and held him firmly.
Now Jazz had no choice but to stare into those intense blue optics.
"Are you in love with me Jazz?" he questioned almost coldly, and Jazz tried to shrink back, but found himself unable to move.
Jazz looked helplessly at Prowl, then his musical abilities came to his rescue.
"I want what I can't haveI want to make you mine
I don't care what it takes.
I feel this in my heart
I'll take it anyplace
I don't care if it breaks.
I want to tell you things
I never tell myself
These secrets are like hell
Uuuhh
Call me crazy, maybe I'm insane-y
Out of my mind but, it'll never faze me
If I have to, I'm not afraid to
Save my heart for you.
I'm a rebel, even if you struggle
I'ma pull you out from all the rubble
If I have to, I'm not afraid to
Save my heart for you.
Tell me I'm wrong, turn around and run
Still I'm gonna, save my heart for you.
I know you want me too
Even if it's not now
I'm gonna wait it out.
But don't you dare forget
That moment that we had
I know we both fell too
I want to tell you things
I never tell myself
These secrets are like hell
Uuuhh
Call me crazy, maybe I'm insane-y
Out of my mind but, it'll never faze me
If I have to, I'm not afraid to
Save my heart for you.
I'm a rebel, even if you struggle
I'ma pull you out from all the rubble
If I have to, I'm not afraid to
Save my heart for you.
Tell me I'm wrong, turn around and run
Still I'm gonna, save my heart for you.
Ooohh
Uhhhh
I want to tell you things
I never tell myself
These secrets are like hell
Ooohh
The first time that you smiled
So shyly back at me
I couldn't help myself.
Call me crazy, maybe I'm insane-y
Out of my mind but, it'll never faze me
If I have to, I'm not afraid to
Save my heart for you.
I'm a rebel, even if you struggle
I'ma pull you out from all the rubble
If I have to, I'm not afraid to
Save my heart for you.
Tell me I'm wrong, turn around and run
Still I'm gonna, save my heart for you.
Tell me I'm wrong, turn around and run
Still I'm gonna, save my heart for you.
Ooohh
I want what I can't have
I'm gonna make you mine
No matter what it takes."
When he had finished singing, all the bots held their breath along with Jazz, who stared into Prowl's optics with the most adoring, pleading expression on his face.
"Man, if Prowl can resist that he's got a spark of ice." Blaster muttered.
"More like no spark at all." Tracks corrected from where he stood.