Pairing: Prowl/Jazz

'Verse: G1 / IDW-ish(?)

AN: I wrote this as a gift for my friend, and that friend told me to post the story so everyone can enjoy it. So, thank my friend, Redfire_Dragon at AO3 for this fic! ^^

Enjoy!

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"You know, I have kind of a huge crush of you, and you're really not helping me out much." It was the perfect moment, and somehow it was easier to say it to Prowl's desk, as Jazz paused in comparing notes and ideas with him, tired but smiling.

Prowl didn't say anything for a while - too long.

"So, uhm, is the final plan set? " Jazz asked uncomfortably, feeling disappointed even though he shouldn't be surprised. What did he expect, after all?

"I need a few moments to run it a few times, but preliminary readings looks good." Prowl said. He sighed and sat down hard in his chair in front of Jazz. If he squinted, Jazz could make out crease in his brow and the frown tugging at his lips.

"Well…" Jazz said after a minute passed. He was bad with uncomfortable silences, just had to fill them. He was about two seconds away from telling a dirty joke or breaking into song when Prowl spoke.

"I thought that you think that I'm boring, and stiff?" Jazz just looked at him. "And weird. You once used that Ahnkmorian accent and talk about me like I'm some bizarre creature."

"Wait, does that mean you're actually considering this? I thought you barely tolerated me?" Jazz said, shocked.

"I don't only tolerate you, if I did, you wouldn't be here." he said dismissively, "Once, during a winter cycle, you said to your friends that the little alien that operates the Prowl drone was going to crawl out of my mouth and go looking for a warmer host. And they laughed. And you always make fun of me."

It took Jazz a few seconds to recall that time, "Mech, I can't believe you remember that!"

"It hurt my feelings," Prowl said simply, avoiding Jazz's gaze. He was drawing meandering lines in the desk with his finger.

"Well, I'm sorry," Jazz felt like he was flailing. All his assumptions about Prowl were quickly unraveling. "Geez, I never meant to be mean, I was trying to have fun. I think you're awesome. You know that, right?"

Prowl made a noncommittal 'mmph' sound.

"Seriously, you're a genius. And you make fun of us all the time, you're just so smart about it that we can't tell. I lo- I like it that you're so different and you don't give a damn what anyone else thinks. I wish I could be that way, I've done some really stupid stuff to get attention. I'm sorry if you didn't know, I'm just not very good at being sincere."

"Yeah… so I noticed." Prowl said. Jazz looked toward him, he was gazing up at the ceiling like he was thinking. Jazz focused on the cool confines of Prowl's guest chair and how nice it felt so that he wouldn't be tempted to interrupt.

"You really don't think I'm boring? You addressed me as Oh Boring One once during a meeting. I know that I can come across as kind of dry."

Jazz sputtered. "Prowl! You have a degree in Cybertronian linguistics, you've worked as an enforcer and detective, a master in diffusion and circuit-su, expert programmer, a great tactician, and Primus-knows what else. How could you be boring? You're the most interesting person I know." Jazz thought Prowl might be blushing, but it was hard to tell in the dim lighting.

"Don't you think I'm reckless and infuriating?" he asked in return.

"Yeah," Prowl replied. "And brilliant."

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Hope you enjoyed :)