A/N: This is a prompt from otpsituations on tumblr. XD Just .com to the end of that user name and you'll end up at their blog. It's really nice. XD

Jazz smirked as he watched Prowl getting ready for his new crystal garden. Every vorn Prowl started growing new crystals, selling or giving away the ones he started the vorn before. Jazz didn't have much interest in growing crystals, but Prowl loved it for some reason. Prowl always started them out the same way. He gathered all the chemicals, and small containers he'd need, and start the seeding process. Soon, the small seeded crystals would be moved to bigger containers until Prowl placed them in the small pools of chemicals that would help enhance their growth.

For now though, Prowl was tending to the one crystal he refused to give away or sell. It was his crystal from the Praxian Crystal gardens. Prowl's creators had given it to him as a bonding gift, and it was almost as tall as Prowl was.

Jazz stepped outside and smiled. "Whatcha doin?"

"I'm tending to my crystal. It's started cracking."

"So, whatcha gonna do about it?"

"I am filling in the cracks with more chemicals to encourage crystal to fill in the cracks. Jazz, did you need something?"

"Nah, I'm just chatting."

"You usually don't care much for crystals."

"I don't like em, but ya love em, so I can live with them."

Prowl smiled. "Cute."

"What?"

"You're jealous of my crystals."

Jazz laughed. "Whatever ya think,mech."

Jazz leaned back in his patio chair as Prowl slaved away transferring his new crystals into bigger containers of his new trial solution. Jazz stood up, sneaking away inside the unit. He pulled out two cubes of energon, and slipped back outside. He tapped on Prowl's shoulder, and passed the Praxian a cube. "Enjoy."

Prowl smiled. "Thank you."

"You're welcome." Jazz walked back to his chair, a smile still on his face as he watched Prowl turn back to his work.

After a few moments Prowl walked over to Jazz and sat on the chair next to him. "You come out here orn after orn, and watch me work on something you dislike. Why?"

"Ah think it's cute when ya work on somethin' you're passionate about." Jazz smiled. "How'd ya get into crystal growin' anyways?"

"My grandsire enjoyed growing crystals. It's something I learned to enjoy myself. It passes the time, I suppose."

"Ya get all proud when a crystal turns out nice. That's hott."

Prowl's doorwings flew up. "Jazz!"

"It is!" Jazz smiled. "It makes meh like ya even more."

"Shut up, Jazz." Prowl leaned back in chair, Cybertron's sunlight glimmering off the small and large crystals alike, flashing lights against the walls, and the two bots. "They are quite beautiful though."

Jazz smiled. "Yeah, they are."