I'm cleaning out my folder! Getting these short drabbles posted!
These are like the description says, snapshots of what transpires when another Ops mech comes into the picture and...disrupts Prowl and Jazzs relationship.

Oh, and I just realised there actually IS a Transformer already named Nightbeat...this is not him! LOL, this Nightbeat is OC.

Warnings: None

:inner comm speak:
thoughts

Nightbeat

Introductions

:Hey Prowler, don't ya think it's time ya put down the reports an' had yourself some energon? Gittin' awful late.:

Prowl's hand stopped, writing cut off mid-word as he checked the time. Jazz was indeed correct. It was late and it had been nearly a whole cycle since his last cube of energon.

:Indeed you are correct, Jazz, I think it is time I pause and refuel. And need I remind you, again, Jazz, my name is Prowl. Prowl. Not Prowler.:

I will break him of this nickname habit. Its senseless.

:Funny. Ah called ya Prowler quite a bit th' other night an' ya didn't seem ta feel the need to correct me then. 'Course, given the state of overloadin' ecstasy Ah had ya in, and with all that delicious moanin' you were doin', Ah'm not surprised ya didn't hear me. Bein' so distracted an' all.:

Prowl stared straight ahead, a horrified expression on his face.

:Jazz! This is not a private comm line, anyone could be listening!:

:Well then, maybe ya need ta get on down here to the commons room and talk ta me mech ta mech, that way Ah won't say such things over the comm line.:

Prowl sighed.

:I'll be there shortly. Try to contain yourself till then.:

:Ah can only try, Prowler:

Prowl. Prowl, Prowl, Prowl, Prowl, Prowl. Not Prowler.

Prowl shook his head as he stood and headed for the door, knowing at this point Jazz was probably sitting comfortably in the commons room, grin stretching audio to audio.

Prowl walked into the commons room and located Jazz…not sitting but leaning against the wall next to a mech he'd never seen before. Prowl frowned before remembering that a team of Ops mechs would be staying and training under Jazz for a while. They wouldn't be mingling among the rest of the crew too much, Special Ops tended to stay in the Ops wing. Only coming to blend with the rest of the base during such occasions as parties. A small handful did stray from the wing more often, like Mirage or Jazz or Bumblebee, but most stayed hidden away behind closed doors.

Prowl caught Jazz's gaze and Jazz smiled at him as he straightened and waved him over.

"Prowl, hey! What're you doing here!"

Prowl bit back a retort, it was no surprise he was here…Jazz knew he was on his way, he'd commed him.

Jazz nodded to the mech by his side.

"Prowl, Ah wanted ta introduce ya. Prowl, this is Nightbeat. Team Leader of the Special Ops unit at the Gamma 5 base."

Prowl gave a polite nod of acknowledgement and shook Nightbeat's hand when he extended it.

The taller, sleek looking dark silver and black mech grinned,

"Its an honor to meet you, Sir. And a privilege, I might add, to be allowed admittance in to your base. As well as the opportunity to study under Jazz."

Prowl frowned a touch,

"This is not my base, Nightbeat, but Prime's."

Nightbeat straightened and directed a dazzling grin at Prowl,

"Ah! But our Prime would be seriously lacking without his all knowing and hard working Second in Command."

Prowl frowned further and was about to point out just how inaccurate that statement was, side from the hard working Second in Command part, when Jazz interjected,

"Hehehe, Night, yer not goin' ta get any extra points tryin' ta charm Prowl here. He don' charm. Now come on, lets git back to the Ops wing, we got trainin' ta do."

Nightbeat looked back at Jazz, grinning, elated,

"Heh, yes, Sir!"

And the taller mech stepped quickly to Jazz's side as they turned and left the commons room.

****Authors notes***

Yeah, Nightbeat is a series of short drabbles concerning Prowl and Jazzs relationship and how Nightbeat...well, effects it. :)
Reading and reviewing is always loved!