Comatose
Prowl x Jazz
G1
Words: 392
He fell into a deep recharge not long after returning to Earth after playing his part in defeating Unicron. The war was over, the new Prime depended more on the Wreckers, and he was just tired. Tired of living without the mech he had continued turning down on his bonding proposals because they had been at war. Now that he had no worries about that, he had no mate. It made him wonder why he had continued telling the mech no.
Prowlah, he thought. Ah need some 'elp 'ere, lovah. Ya think ya can give meh a jump star' an' somethin' ta do?
He never expected a reply, but he got one that had him bolting out of his berth and running through the halls so quickly he would have trampled anyone in his way had it not been in the middle of third shift. Only a few obscure cameras caught his mad dash and those screens were rarely – very rarely – checked, so no one knew. In a way, it was a total blessing.
Jazz checked himself before he could enter the crypt housing the deactivated Autobots and walked in at a sedate pace. Prowl's frame was in the farthest corner and, as he made his way back there, he could make out a faint greenish glow surrounding the other black and white.
"Prowlah…."
He ran his fingers softly over the red chevron before dipping down to trace over his features. Suddenly, he straddled the inert frame at the hip plates and pried open the police cruiser's chest plates, opening his spark chamber easily as, somehow, it irised itself out of the way. His own chest plates parted and he exposed his spark before leaning forward and flooding his mate's chamber with his own spark.
Some indeterminate amount of time later, he pulled back and laid his helm on Prowl's chest plating before his helm jerked up. They were closed and he hadn't done so!
It is good to see you, my rhythm.
Rhyme! Ya back!
Of course. When have I ever lied to you?
Prowl pulled him down into a hug. "Never, Prowlah."
"Let's get back up to your rooms and you can help me with maintenance so we can frag each other into oblivion. You need to welcome me back properly."
Jazz laughed loudly. "An overdose of meh, eh, Prowlah?"
Author's Notes: I got this mainly just from the lyrics "never wake up without an overdose of you" in Comatose by Skillet. I don't know why, but this kind of just popped into my head. Oh well. Reviews are greatly appreciated and I'd like to know what you think. Thanks.