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Summery: (G1) Jazz and Prowl wasn't always the best of buddies. But one incident on Cybertron changed all that.

Blah – thinking
'blah' – Comm. Specking

A Buddy for You and Me
by Yami-Yugi

Chapter 1

Jazz sat there with his arms cross very piss off about what all that went down in the last couple of parcets. It was suppose to be an easy operation but why did Optimus pair him off with Prowl of all bots. Sure Prowl was a higher racking then him, and in second in command while he was third. But something about the quiet tactician irked him. They were suppose to sneak into a Decepticon out post, up load their current plans, and get out. But to Jazz, the tactician was doing it very too carefully cause that's when the two were spotted by some Decepticons. Now Jazz sat in a holding cell in the main Decepticon base. He just HAD to take his sweat time... he mope angrily If it wasn't for him we weren't be in this mess in the first place. Suddenly a high pitch disrupter scream reach Jazz's audio receivers. What are those Deceptions doing? He wondered There can't be a sparkling around here. Jazz got more irked, mostly he knows the tactician wasn't in the holding cell with him. A couple of hours ago the Decepticons took Prowl to be interrogated but Jazz got jealous of it. He better not told those Decepi-creeps any of our secrets. Jazz growled softly in his voice processor And why they chose HIM? It's like they don't think I don't know haft the stuff Prowl knows. Sure, most of the Autobots high well thought of plans, CAME from Prowl, but still Jazz was still a bit jealous that he wasn't the one being interrogated at the moment. At that moment the door to the holding cell open and one Decepticon pushed the battered tactician inwards.

"Maybe after awhile, you can finally tell us what you know, Autobot." The Decepticon sneer as he closed the holding cell door and walked away.

Jazz watched as the tactician limp painfully towards another wall of the cell, away from where Jazz sat, and weakly sided to the floor, his back resting on the wall behind him. "I hope ya didn't tell them anything, Prowl." Jazz sneer, still angrily.

"...I-I'll never tell them anything...n-not even if my spark stops functioning..." the tactician spoke in a raspy weak voice.

At that moment Jazz notice the strain in Prowl's voice. "What in Primus happen to your voice?" he asked a bit concern "Don't tell me it was you that did that disrupter scream awhile ago."

"..."

"Primus Prowl, I didn't know elder bots do that? I thought only sparklings and younglings can do that."

"...Y-You're an idiot...i-if you didn't know of that..." Another thing Jazz didn't like about the tactician was Prowl's high logic processor. The very same processor that made Prowl say things like he just did. Jazz hated that. It made him feel like a piece of last century's CPUs. Jazz huffed angrily, looking away from the batter tactician.

And here I was trying to be concern for him. he thought And what dose he show me? His stupid, "I have a better logic processor then you" attitude. Out of the corner of his optics he notices the Energon shackles that were still tightly place around the tactician's wrists. At that moment Jazz notice how Prowl's shackles where so much tighter then his, it was starting to burn through to Prowl's wrists joints. That's when Jazz figured out why the Decepticons were interrogating the tactician first. Prowl was Optimus Prime's SIC, and also was a highly still tactician and warrior who put all his military know how into his fighting. So he was formidable opponent to the Decepticons. Primus...why am I being jealous and piss off at him? he thought as he turns back to the tactician that was staring at the floor, probably thinking of ways for the two of them to escape The reason his logic processors are so high so he can use them wisely when he come up with his plans. That's probably the reason he was trying so hard to get all the information we needed so slowly.

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Jazz lost count of how long he and Prowl was held by the Decepticons, and those evil bots didn't stop from trying to get information from the tactician. Jazz wince as another disrupter scream reached his audios. Primus, if they keep doing that to him, his voice processor will blow out. he thinks. It wasn't long until the Deceptions brought the tactician back to their holding cell. Jazz's optics widen in shock from under his visor when he saw the condition the Decepticons brought the tactician back in. Prowl could hardly stand, some parts of his body was covered in dings, dents, and some small wounds as he was pushed into the cell. Jazz couldn't help but stood up and race over to the tactician to steady the bot who nearly lost his footing. "Prowl, ya alright?" he couldn't help but asked in concern.

Prowl nods weakly a bit. "...Y-Yeah..." Jazz need to strain his audios to hear the SIC weak replay.

Jazz help Prowl to sit in the spot the tactician had been sitting in lately since they arrived there. "Ya gonna blow out yer voice processor if this keeps up." He said.

"...W-Why you're soo...c-concern about me...?" Prowl weakly replay "...I-I thought...y-you hated me..."

Jazz was now shock. He had no clue Prowl thought of him like he hated the tactician. "I don't hate ya Prowl." Jazz said "Okay maybe I was a bit jealous of ya..."

Prowl looked up at him, also a bit shock. "...J-Jealous of me...? I-I was...j-jealous of you..."

"Me? Why me? I'm nothing compared to ya."

"...Y-Yes you are... ...E-Everyone likes you...t-they are not afraid of you...l-like they are afraid of me..." Jazz didn't know what to say to that. "..."

"We got to get out of here." said Jazz a bit later "Did ya come up with anything yet?"

"...O-Other then waiting for Optimus and the others to find us...n-nothing really..." Jazz sighs.