"B-But Ratchet…."
"NO! I DON'T WANT TO HEAR IT JAZZ! WE ARE THROUGH!"
Yelled Ratchet more than pissed towards the black and white mech before him.
"Ratchet please stop! Think about what your saying. I love you Ratchet! Please don't say this to me! It was only a joke love I—"
"DON'T CALL ME THAT ANYMORE! I HATE YOU! SCRAM! GO AWAY! I DON'T EVER WANT TO SEE YOU AGAIN!"
Ratchet screamed grabbing Jazz by the shoulders and pushing him harshly out of medbay watching Jazz fall face first onto the floor before closing the doors and locking them.

Jazz stood up and wiped his face as he turned to look at the locked medbay doors.
"Love… oh love… my beautiful medic…. Why Ratchet?! WHY?!"
Jazz yelled out digging his head into his hands, beginning to tear into them.
"My love…. My love…"
He whispered continuing to cry.
"Jazz?"
Jazz quickly stopped to sniffles as he popped his head up to see Prowl looking down at him, with a gasp he jumped up, trying to stay calm towards the second in command.
"P-Prowl…. I didn't see you coming!"
Jazz said with a jump as Prowl brought up an optic ridge towards the third in command.
"Jazz… you were just on the floor… crying…"
He responded, worry could be heard in his voice as Jazz gave a sigh.
"Because I WAS crying Prowl…."
He mumbled looking down at the ground.
"Want to talk about what happened?"
Prowl asked walking over to Jazz and putting his hand on the other bot's shoulder.
"Can we?"
Jazz whispered looking up to a caring Prowl.
"Of course Jazz, lets go to my office and we'll talk about it…"
He whispered putting his arm around Jazz's shoulders, pulling the bot towards him as they made their way towards his office.
A sly grin secretly showed on the second's face as they walked, maybe Prowl would finally have the chance to get what was his…..

Ratchet cursed to himself as he sat down angrily, rethinking the last few moments that had happened.
"Wise ass… that's what he is… and THAT'S WHAT HE'LL ALWAYS BE!"
Ratchet yelled out standing up as he yelled.
"DAMN! DAMN HIM! DAMN THE WORLD! DAMN THE FREAKIN UNIVERSE! WHY DOESN'T EVERYTHING GO TO HELL RIGHT NOW?!"
He yelled taking in deep breaths, once again calming himself before he sat back down, leaning deep into his chair.
"Why… why does EVERYBODY ALWAYS MAKE FUN OF ME! EVEN MY ONCE LOVE?! EVERYBODY! WHAT IS IT?! SOMETIMES!!!!... Sometimes….."
Ratchet took a deep breath before finishing his sentence.
"Sometimes… I HATE being a medic…."
He whispered lowly as he stared at the ground sadly.
"What is it…. That I have to do…. To make it all stop…."
He continued to say.

Jazz sat down on a chair as Prowl sat behind his desk, staring slyly at Jazz.
"You can start to explain anytime your ready Jazz…"
He said calmly, both optics on the other black and white mech.
Jazz slowly looked up and stared deeply at Prowl's optics, taking a deep breath before talking.
"I should have never done such a mean trick on him…. I don't know what the hell I was thinking… and it wasn't even because the twins convinced me… no… it actually had nothing to do with them. This… this whole thing… it was me, I came up with the plan, I did it all. I'm completely responsible… I…"
He was cut off by Prowl.
"Jazz… what are you talking about? You mean, you tricked Ratchet about something?"
"Yea…. And it's one of the biggest mistakes I have ever done in my life…."
He whispered, Prowl secretly smirked.
"Care to explain what you exactly did Jazz?"
He asked leaning onto his desk.
"Well…. I kind of…. Moved his tools around… I put them in all the different places so that he would have to search everywhere to find them. I thought he would get a kick out of it but instead he just blew up on me… I-I-I didn't mean to get him so mad…."
He choked out the last few words, starting to tear up again as Prowl stood and walked over to Jazz, hugging him close.
"Shhh, it's okay… It's not your fault at all…."
He whispered as Jazz quirked his head up to look at Prowl.
"It's not?"
"No Jazz… It's all Ratchet's fault…. He shouldn't have blown up like that…. It's his fault Jazz, all his fault…."
"I-I don't know…."
"Think about it, it was all for some fun right?"
"Yea…."
"Exactly…. FUN not well you know…. Tears…."
"I…guess…."
"Exactly…. Now don't you worry Jazz, I'll make you feel all better, and you'll forget all about what happened…"
Prowl whispered tenderly as he moved his face closely to Jazz's.
"P-Prowl… what are you…"
Jazz was cut off as Prowl kissed his lips, Jazz gave out an alarmed scream before pushing away.
"P-PROWL?! WHAT THE!!! NO! NO PROWL! NO! I-I'm s-sorry! B-But I still l-love him…. I STILL LOVE RATCHET!"
He yelled as he stood, ready to leave, Prowl quickly grabbed Jazz's arm, pulling him back down onto the chair, sitting down on his knees, forcing Jazz to stay put.
"Really? If you did than you would have never came with me! You would have stayed there like the puppy you are and wait for your 'master' to open the doors and let you back in… you know I'm right…."
He said kissing Jazz on the lips again as Jazz let out a whimper trying to push Prowl away.
"PROWL STOP IT!"
Jazz screamed as the second in command grabbed Jazz's wrists keeping them in the air as he kissed his cheek.
"You know your enjoying yourself Jazz… relax, you'll enjoy your 'special treatment'….."
"N-No! Prowl! I don't have those feeling for you! Please! You have to understand!"
"I do understand Jazz… and very slowly your feelings are beginning to change…"
He whispered to Jazz's audios before moving his head to kiss a whimpering Jazz again.