this was a collab fanfic between me and ma bud, Mitsuara !

hope you enjoy! :D

"Bumblebee, I hardly think that it's necessary for you to be dragging me outside."

The minibot rolled his optics, "If I didn't, Prowl, you'd just hide out in your room with that tree of yours all night. C'mon! Socialize!"

"I do not hide out in my room." Prowl scowled, "I meditate."

"Same thing." Bee huffed, dragging the cyberninja along by his arm.

"I hardly see any reason for such a-" Prowl's lip curled in disdain, "-party."

"The Elite Guard is here and Sentinel isn't getting on our afts about incompetence, and all that over slag he goes on about. Isn't that reason enough to party?"

Prowl grumbled as he shook Bumblebee's arm off of him, he sighed "Fine...what is this "party" even for anyway ?" he said shaking his head.

Bumblebee snickered "Its Blurr's creation day!"

"Blurr? Oh… you mean that fast talking blue mech..." Prowl face palmed.

"He he, yeah he is one of my best bros though! We race together."

"Bros?" Prowl asked, shaking his head.

Bumblebee smirked back at him.

Prowl shrugged "Well... I'm not looking forward to seeing Sentinel... But at least Jazz will be there " he said.

"See? It won't be all that bad, just try and have a good time!" Bumblebee smiled as he skipped excitedly down the street next to the Ninjabot.

Prowl smiled weakly, "Just... don't let Jazz give me any high grade energon."

Bee snickered, "Now there's something I'd like to see. You, overcharged."

"Don't count on it." Prowl scowled, "Where is this party anyways?" the ninjabot vented, apparently accepting his fate.

Bumblebee whispered, "It's at the energon bar." Prowl's visor widened and Bumblebee chuckled, "I'm joking! It's at the elite guard ship."

Prowl rolled his optics under his visor, he huffed.

Bumblebee mocked him, "Oh don't get your diodes in a bunch."

Prowl crossed his arms, "Excuse me?"

Bumblebee smiled cheekily, "You're excused."

Prowl pursed his lips, reminding himself that strangling one's team mates tended to be looked down upon, no matter the provocation.

The rest of the walk to the ship was spent in relative silence, relative meaning Bee talked at Prowl, while the ninja bot nodded distractedly whenever the minibot's rambling lulled.

"Earth to Prowl." Bumblebee waved his servo's in front of the stone faced ninjabot .

Prowl shuttered his visor, surprised the minibot was taking notice of his attention to him, or lack thereof.

"Yes?"

Bumblebee pointed ahead "Look! We're almost there!"

Prowl nodded, "Oh! Right."

"And when we get there, you can't just go find a corner to hide out in." Bee chirped, "No wall flowers allowed!"

Prowl vented heavily, "Let's just get this over with."

Bumblebee practically skipped up to the Elite Guard ship, once again dragging the reluctant ninja bot behind him. The ramp was down and they were greeted by an enthusiastic Jazz.

"Bee, Prowler!" the cyberninja grinned, "How's it hummin'?"

"Hello." Prowl ground out.

Bee rolled his optics, "Hi Jazz!"

Loud music was booming from inside.

Jazz, "Come on in!" he beckoned, "There are even a few friends o' mine from Cyberton who came to visit Blurr, but Blurr doesn't know this yet, in fact! This is all going to be a surprise for him." Jazz grinned.

Bumblebee and Prowl looked at each other.

"Sounds great!" Bumblebee cried out, making Prowl jump.

Prowl grumbled, "What have I gotten myself into…?"

Jazz Chuckled.

Bumblebee got up from his seat, "Well I'm getting something to drink!" he grinned.

Prowl raised his visor ridge, "You're not even old enough to drink high grade..."

Bumblebee huffed, "I almost am!" he crossed his arms, walking away.

Prowl was sitting in a chair inside the dance room covering his face to try and hide from the awkwardness, while Bumblebee left to get some refreshments.

"Prowler!"

The ninjabot flinched as an arm was thrown over his shoulders, then turned his glare from his palms to the 'bot hanging off him.

"What do you want, Jazz?"

"You to stop sulking." Jazz grinned, "C'mon Prowl, this is a party." The black and white mech threw his arms wide, "Have some fun."

"I am perfectly content to stay right here."

"I know you are." Jazz vented, "That's the problem."

"Your music is giving me a processor ache." Prowl sniped back.

"Yeah, yeah." The cyberninja rolled his optics behind his visor, "Let's go."

Jazz bodily hefted Prowl out of his chair and started dragging him towards the dance floor, grin affixed on the black and white's faceplate.

"Whatare you doing?!" Prowl protested.

"We are dancing, Prowler."

"What?! We most certainly are not! I have no desire to dance with you, or at all!" Prowl twisted, trying to wrench his servo from Jazz's, but the mech just moved with him, easily keeping his grip on him.

Prowl all but growled at him, "You're over energized Jazz... I would appreciate it if you would just stop." Jazz just smirked at him.

"Jazz, rea-" Prowl was cut off as Jazz suddenly knocked him to the floor, pinning him down with his weight.

Prowl let out a surprised sound, "Jazz! Remove yourself from me at once! "

Jazz mused, "Now why would I want to do that, darlin'?"

Prowl gasped, "Darling?! Jazz you've had one to many..." he frowned.

"I don't know what you're talking about, Prowler." Jazz purred.

Prowl glared at the other 'bot, trying to hide the slight shudder that the other's closeness and words caused in him. How Jazz could make that nickname he'd afflicted on him sound so – soprovocative- was completely beyond him.

"Get off me this instant." Prowl ground out, "'Bot's are staring." The ninjabot had no idea if others were staring or not, Jazz's too close faceplate was blocking his view of anything else, but the black and white was on top of him practically in the middle of the dance floor. Of course 'bots were staring.

Bee had not just wolf-whistled.

"Let them." Jazz ran a digit down the ninjabot's scrunched up faceplate.

Prowl scowled, activating the thrusters on his back.

Jazz still pinned the squirming ninja beneath him, "Hey, ya still didn't answer my question before..." Jazz started, bring his face even closer to the other ninja bot, "How's it hummin'?" Jazz smirked.

"Pr-primus..." Prowl muttered.

"Well?"

"It would be 'humming' a lot better if you would get off me!" Prowl cried, shoving at Jazz's chassis.

"Now where's the fun in that?" The cyberninja drawled, "C'mon Prowler."

Bumblebee dodged his way through many dancing bots, then when he saw what was happening on the floor he stopped dead, with his jaw wide open.

"Um... guys? Did I miss something…?"

Jazz hiccupped, turning his head to Bumblebee, "Oh hey again, Bee, wanna join us?"

"That's it!" Prowl shoved Jazz off hard.

Jazz chuckled, "You sure are uptight."

Prowl growled, "You're haywire." he said, standing up and crossing his arms.

"Awww, c'mon Prowler!" Jazz called after the ninjabot as he stomped away, presumably to find another corner to hide/sulk in. Bee watched him go with a bemused expression.

"Wanna see if we can find Blurr?" the yellow mech asked, "He ought to be here by now."

"I suppose so." Jazz sighed, dragging a servo over his helm and shooting a glance to where Prowl had disappeared.

Bumblebee blinked, "So, what was all that about?"

Jazz turned his head back to Bee, "Oh *hic* dammit! Uh, it was nothin'." Jazz brushed it off.

Bumblebee scratched his helm, "Right... okay then… let's go find Blurr." Bee suggested.

"But... what about Prowler...?" Jazz asked.

"Ask if he wants to come find Blurr with us" Bumblebee shrugged.

"Right." Jazz smiled, and they both went in the direction where Prowl went.

"So, did ya try any high grade?" Jazz asked, his visor dim.

"Nah, they said I wasn't old enough." Bumblebee rolled his eyes, "Just as Prowl said."

Jazz snickered, raising a servo, "I think can help with that."

Bee's optics brightened, "Would you? I've always wanted to try the stuff."

Jazz grinned, "Stay 'ere. I'll be right back."

The cyberninja moved smoothly through the crowds, over to the open bar. Securing two drinks was easy enough, and he was back next to Bumblebee within moments.

"'Ere ya go." He grinned, handing the cube over and taking a sip from his own.

Bee's optics widened, "Awesome! Thanks!"

Bumblebee eagerly took his first sip, it tasted thick and sweet but also had a strong kick to it, "Wow... I've never tasted energon so strong!" he said, his optics widening.

Jazz finished his glass already, "You'll get used ta it." He said, nodding, "Now let's go get Prowler, don't want 'im getting lost."

Bee snickered, "That would be unfortunate."

Jazz hummed his reply, already moving through the crowd. Bee hurried after him, nearly tripping over his own pedes in the process.

"Coming!"

The two blurred shapes bowling him over quickly informed him otherwise. Flailing slightly and spewing explicits, Bee went down, cursing only intensifying as his high grade went everywhere.

"Oops!"

"We are being sorry, Bumblebee!"

Bee groaned slightly, pushing himself up as well as he could, which wasn't much as there were now two 'bots splayed out across his lap. (That and the room was spinning. Why was the room spinning? What kind of crazy technology was the Elite Guard packing, anyways?)

"Ugh, that's ok guys. Could you just, uh, get off me?"

Jetfire and Jetstorm leapt off him quickly, though they wobbled slightly on their pedes. Jetfire offered the yellow 'bot a hand up. Be took it, grimacing slightly as he was yanked up.

"This is being so awesome!" Jetstorm grinned, throwing his arms wide, "All the music and the lights and the energon!"

Jetfire giggled like a sparkling who had too many rust sticks, "Right brother! It's like creation days back on Cybertron! Yes!" Jetfire spun around and Jetstorm copied him,

"Indeed! But bigger and better! Sir Jazz knows how to throw party!" he replied.

Bumblebee laughed at them, "He he! You guys are really charged!" he chuckled.

Jazz walked up to Bumblebee, "They are quite tha entertainers." he smiled.

Jetfire waved his servo, "Ah! Entertaining you want! , he started.

"We will show you entertaining!" Jetstorm finished his brother's sentence.

At that, Jetstorm jumped up onto one of the bar counters, knocking off other bots drinks while Jetfire zoomed past and caught them all and then spun in the air passing them all back to the confused owners.

Jetfire went to pass the last cup but then Jetstorm cried out and slipped off the counter and bumped in Jetfire making him barrel over and the cup of energon fly in the air and happen to splash right into Prowls face. Bumblebee and Jazz literally fell to the floor laughing there bumpers off when they saw Prowls shocked faceplates.

"Ha!" Jetstorm laughed, "That is good shot brother!"

Jetfire grinned and leapt to his pedes, "Sorry cycle motor Prowl!" he chimed.

Prowl growled in way of response and stomped away, muttering something about over charged idiots. Jazz chuckled, slinging an arm around Jetfire's shoulders.

"Let's keep tha entertainin' to a minimum, ya?"

"Okie for doki, Jazz sir!"