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Note: This takes place two deca-cycles (two weeks) after Season 3.
Falling
Falling. Two deca-cycles later, and he was still falling.
Prowl, no!
No matter what he did, he always felt like he was falling.
We'll find another way!
Spinning uncontrollably. Unable to recharge. Because when he shuttered his optics he could still see it. That haunting smile. The explosion of AllSpark energy. And…
Oh, Primus… Prowl…
Then… he'd be falling. There was nothing but blackness around him. An uncontrollable descent into the Pit. Because he could have saved him.
He knew his systems would have to force themselves into recharge sometime. But he pushed it off until he just couldn't stay awake anymore, pushing himself in his work to distract himself. And as soon as his optics shuttered…
No flashback this time. Perhaps he had lived through it enough. But this time the fall was faster. The darkness blacker. No stopping. His systems nearly locked up from the fear of it. Ever since it happened he'd been walking sparkless through every solar cycle. Maybe this time would put him out of his misery. He hoped for it. Couldn't function anymore after what he'd done…
"Jazz!"
The fall stopped. He knew that voice. But… it couldn't be. He looked up to the mech holding his arm, halting any chance he may be further lost. It was him.
"…Prowl?"
The black and gold ninjabot smiled. It lit the darkness. Pulled Jazz's spark from the lifeless shell it had been encased in. "Hello, Jazz." Thin, graceful servos reached down, curling under the other ninja's chin. Jazz felt himself rise, coming optic-to-optic with the ethereal spirit. Modless, not needing them where he now was. As perfect as Jazz remembered him. "Where did you think you were going?"
"Prowl… oh, Primus, it really is you, isn't it?" Jazz gently touched the other's faceplate. "How…?"
Prowl shook his head sadly. "I've been watching you. Hoping you could stop yourself. But… you came too close this time."
"Close? To what?"
"To the bottom. Jazz, if you had reached the end, you would have ceased function."
Jazz looked away. "I don't deserve to function."
"Jazz…"
"I should have saved you!"
"There's nothing you could have done," Prowl corrected him gently. "I made my choice. I didn't want to be saved."
Jazz took a deep breath. It couldn't be that simple. It just… couldn't. "I just want you here with me…"
"I am." Prowl took Jazz's faceplate in his servos, drawing his own inches away. "Look at me. I'm right here. And I always will be." He pushed their lip components together, placing a servo on his chestplate. "You still hold a piece of my spark in your own. And it will always be there. As long as you are online, a piece of me is, too. But if you offline… if you cease function…" he trailed off.
Jazz understood, though. He held all that was left of Prowl's spark. And he'd almost destroyed it. He suddenly felt so… selfish. "I'm so sorry… I'd never…"
"I know." Prowl kissed him again. "I love you. Whenever you need me… I'll be right here in your dreams."
"I love you, too."
"Jazz, sir…"
They both looked up as an accented vocal drifted down to them.
"It looks like you're needed," Prowl smiled.
"Yeah…" Jazz muttered a little half-sparkedly.
The black and gold spirit chuckled. "I'll see you again. And I'll tell Master Yoketron you said hello," he winked.
Jazz finally smiled.
"Jazz, sir!"
"Bye, ninja-ghost," the black and white ninja kissed him one last time. But this time he knew that the smile he was given didn't mean goodbye. Rather, 'See you in your dreams.'
FIN