A/N: Wow, third update in a day. I'm planning on this story being…hmmm… maybe 3 or 4 chapters long? Or maybe a whole slur of random plot bunnies in which Jazz tries to get Prowl in bed...err berth. This lil' chapter was spawned from the words. "Have you ever wondered how Prowl's doorwings feel like?" and thus, this was born. Now, let's see where inspiration leads us…..

Disclaimer: I do not own Jazz, Sideswipe, Prowl, or Prowl's doorwings. I don't own Transformers either.

"Jazz, have you ever wondered how Prowl's doorwings feel like?" Sideswipe asked out of the blue.

Jazz, spluttering out his energon he was drinking, stared at Sideswipe shocked, "Now why would you ever ask meh of all mechs?"

Sideswipe shrugged, "Cause you obviously have a thing for him, but he's just too much of a stick in the slag to notice all the damn flirting you've been doing." He snorted at remembering his last try of getting him to become "closer" to him, "you're freaking Head of Special Ops, how in Primus's name would you ever "accidentally" trip and fall into his arms? This ain't no damn human eighties movie."

Jazz grumbled indignantly, "Not meh best one, but a mech's gotta try! 'N 'bout you're other question…" Jazz smacked the side of Sides helm so hard that he left an indent on the back of it, he grinned at his outraged expression, "Does tha' answer it?"

Sides rubbed the back of his helm, obviously not in too much pain because he was smiling cheekily about it, "Don't get all pissy on me just because I already have my mech with doorwings." He smirked triumphantly at the dejected look on the saboteur's face at the mention of Bluestreak, "Look, why didn't you just ask Prowl out for a date?"

"Don' you think Ah've already tried?" Jazz asked frustrated, "That damn mech just won't take a hint!"

Sides grinned, "I think we already covered that, Jazz."

"But seriously! Ah asked the slagger if- and Ah quote: If he'd like to grab some energon with meh after our shift."

Sideswipe raised an arched an eyebrow. "And Prowl still didn't get the message?"

Jazz groaned, banging his helm against the table as if it'll solve all of his problems, "Ah. BANG. Just. BANG. Said. BANG. That! If that half-cocked glitch wasn't so Primus-damned stubborn, Ah'd already have his aft in bed! 'Nd then I'd be able to tell you aall about Prowl's doorwings…among other things."

Sideswipe stuck his tongue out, mentally shaking his head to get rid of the mental picture of one of his best friends and the tight aft SIC,"Ugh, too much info, dude. I'd rather not know what you plan on doing to him. Besides, I'm pretty sure he's as much of a stick in the slag on berth as he is in person!"

Jazz grinned wolfishly at that, "Ah don' know 'bout that 'Sides..."

Sideswipe inwardly shuddered.

A/N: Yes, I know it's short, but this is just the beginning. Reviewers help spread inspiration! And when I mean reviewers I mean reviewers in general. When I check my email and see that at least someone has put one of my stories on Alert, Favorited, or just Reviewed. It makes my day, especially since my self-esteem is extremely low. Anywhoo! Have a good day/night everyone!