Author's notes: this is my first fic in a while (about a year) so I'm not really that good at it so far, especially since I haven't really written that many fics so far.

Creative criticism is appreciated, as I still wish to get better.

If anyone finds any spelling or grammar errors, it would be appreciated to tell me since my computer doesn't have a spelling check or anything like that. Also, please tell me if I should continue this. Thanks

Jazz stood outside the Ark, the view of the barren desert greeting him. It was late, probably about midnight, but he didn't care about that, he had too much on his mind to think of simple things like recharge. He didn't even know why he was out here out of all places, surely he could think to himself in his quarters, or even the rec room for how empty it was at this time of night. But he was still outside, just staring blankly ahead. He just couldn't get what Smokescreen had told him earlier out of his processors, the implication too unnerving for him to just lay down on his berth and recharge.

*flashback*

Jazz had been sitting in the rec room, drinking his energon cube and talking with Bumblebee, Spike, and Carly about just about anything that they could think of.

"So Jazz," Carly said, grabbing his attention after he took a sip of his energon, "There's gonna be this concert Saturday, the band that's playing is really cool and I've got tickets, but I was kind of told that I've got other things that are more important apparently right now, you wanna go?"

Jazz looked at her, his usual smile on his mouthplates. "Well, I guess if ya can' go then there's no sense in wastin perfectly good tickets," he answered. "It's an outside concert right?"

"Yeah, from what I hear, the lawn is pretty big compared to other concerts we've gone to."

"That sounds cool," he replied.

At that moment Smokescreen decided to come in. He grabbed a cube from the dispencer and sat down beside Jazz, keeping his back against the wall like usual for him.

"Hey guys," he greeted as he sat down, taking a gulp from his cube before setting it down and looking at Jazz. "You owe me 15."

"What? You've got to be kidding me dude," Jazz whined, a pout on his lips.

"Not kidding," Smokescreen grinned.

Bumblebee, Spike and Carly just stared curiously at the two.

"What do you mean he owes you Smokey?" Bumblebee asked.

"Well, we made this bet on Hound and Mirage finally hooking up, he bet Mirage would be the one that asked Hound, while it turned out to be Hound, which is what I said it would be," Smokescreen explained, grinning the whole way through. "So as you can see, Jazz here now owes me 15 cubes."

"Frag, why do I never win at these bets of yours?" he yelled unconsciously.

"Jazz, watch your language, you are third in command, I suggest you act like it," a calm voice said from behind him. He slowly turned to see it was Prowl. "And Smokescreen, you know betting is against the rules, I don't know how many times I've had to tell you this, but the rules haven't changed."

"Sorry bro', keep forgetting," Smokescreen answered. "Besides, it's not my fault it was so obvious it would be Hound who asked out Mirage."

"What?" Prowl started, then stopped himself. "Forget it, I don't want to know."

Meanwhile, Jazz was just staring at Prowl, Prowl's voice music to his ears, better music than what the humans made definitely, well, to him anyway. His optics meanwhile at up that beautiful face, staring at every feature they came into contact with.

"Jazz, I want that report on the oil leekage on my desk by the end of my shift tonight," Prowl sadi before swiftly leaving the room, energon in hand, and Jazz's optics still on him.

"Um, Jazz? You okay over there?" Spike asoked the Porsche.

"What? Oh, yeah, I'm okay," Jazz said getting pulled out of reverie.

"You sure you're okay? I don't think I've seen you space out like that before," Bumblebee questioned.

"Of course he's fine," Smokescreen answered, slinging an arm around Jazz's shoulders. "He's just love struck with Prowl."

That had quickly caused a reaction from the porsche, who stared wide opticed at the mech who currently had his arm around his shoulders. "Whoa man, are your circuits fired or somethin'? He and I are just friends, nothin' more, nothin' less," Jazz tried to reason.

"Then why were you staring at him like that?" Smokescreen interrogated.

"Yeah man," Spike piped in, "You were staring at him like those chics in those romance movies, you know, all bright opticed, drooly, mushy, mushy. It's weird."

"No idea what you're talkin' 'bout guys, now if ya don't mind, I have that report to get finished for Prowl," Jazz said as he stood up, downing his energon.

"Okay," Smokescreen said, grin seeming to get wider at his next comment. "Just don't jump him when you give him that "report"."

Jazz stood staring at his freind for a few more minutes before promptly huffing and leaving the room.

*end flashback*

That had been a few hours ago, and now Jazz couldn't help but see the possible truth in those words.

Maybe I do like him, he thought to himself as he sat on a rock, not too far from the entrance of the ship. Or maybe Smokey's just being weird again, he's always like that when he just found out he's won a bet. Yeah, that's got to be it. But he still couldn't help but feel apprehension from those words that he had said...

"Just love struck with Prowl"...

Author's notes: Like it? Hate it? Your opinions matter to me, especially since I haven't written anything in like a year, sorry about that too.

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