Disclaimer: I don't own them
A/N: So a bit angsty for me but hey, it's the bunny's fault. As always Feedback and constructive criticism would be great :P
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It was a well known fact that Jazz was into music. Either blasting a song out from his speakers, singing or humming to himself, or dancing to a tune no one could hear, what he did on his time off spoke volumes.
When they were captured, he sang. Prowl listened to the melody and it soothed him. Although he couldn't help but notice the lack of logic surrounding his thoughts, a large part of him believed that if Jazz was singing, then everything would be all right.
By Prowls reckoning, they had been captive and tortured for almost a week when Jazz was shoved ungracefully into the cell. Prowl managed to catch Jazz as he stumbled. The sat down and for a moment there was silence. Then a song came through Jazz's speakers.
They had broken his vocals.
Ten days had passed since their capture and both Autobots were in dire need of repair. When the door opened and Jazz was thrown through, Prowl couldn't even get up to catch him. Jazz lifted himself up and slid along the floor until his back was resting on the wall. This time no sound came from him.
They had destroyed his speakers.
And that was not all. Prowl could tell that when they had taken his music, they had taken Jazz's spirit.
So Prowl did the only thing he could. He held Jazz and he sang.