It wasn't one of those things that hit you in the face immediately, Sam mused. It was more subtle, only seen if observed long enough. Prowl was one of the more intimidating mechs Sam had met. It wasn't because he took on the alternate of a police vehicle like Barricade, though that didn't help much, but rather it was the air of authority that surrounded him. He was strict, very logical and spoke more like a war hardened mech than the others. Jazz had explained to Sam once that he was programmed for advanced battle strategies; therefore logic ruled most of his thinking. Prowl was entirely too serious for his own good and, for a while, Sam had never thought of him having a soft spot.
Jazz was Prowl's complete polar opposite. He moved to his own, illogical, beat and liked it that way. He was utterly fascinated with the unique sounds that made up human music and could be found listening to several different types when on break. Sam had been surprised when the silver mech had been demoted from second in command shortly after Prowl's arrival. However, Jazz didn't appear fazed. It turned out that it had only been temporary and Jazz was, in actuality, the head of the special ops division. He had explained, with a grin Sam noted, that he was a saboteur and was expected to find any holes in Prowl's defense plans. Sam had thought, for a while, that the only time they crossed was to discuss such things.
After a few months of merely observing, he began to notice small things usually overlooked. Like when Jazz would bring over a cube of energon when the tactician was bent over his work and hadn't refueled in quite a while. Or when Prowl, despite the disgruntled lecturing, would re-pair Jazz when he had done something with Bumblebee that he knew would get something knocked loose to spare him Ratchet's wrath. It didn't seem like much at first, but he began to see similarities with his relationship with Bumblebee.
Sam and Bumblebee were young and their love was new. Stolen kisses when they thought no one was looking, lingering touches and lazy afternoons relaxing in each others presence. They made no effort to hide their relationship and while Jazz and Prowl didn't either, their relationship didn't seem quite so obvious.
Sam watched lazily from a human-sized couch as Jazz approached the table Prowl sat at and wrapped his arms around Prowl's shoulders. A soft smile, one reserved only for Jazz, slipped across his face-plates. A gentle kiss was exchanged before the saboteur went on patrol and Sam wondered why it took him so long to see what was clearly obvious.
He was startled out of his musings as a familiar sensation settled on his lips. Rippling liquid that was not wet; electricity that didn't harm. It was a strange sensation that always left him wanting more. He smiled up at the rippling form of Bumblebee, glowing yellow markings and electrifying blue eyes. He could take on a human shape, but he still looked completely alien. As it should be. It was his spark energy that formed the human façade; it returned to Bumblebee's spark chamber as the yellow mech strode over and settled himself near the small couch.
"You appeared to be deep in thought," Bumblebee spoke softly. Sam let his gaze drift over to Prowl, dutifully hunched over his work, before shrugging.
"Just thinking."
III
I should be sleeping, but whatever.
Transformers (c) Hasbro I still have to buy my TF figurines like everyone else so that sums it up eh?