Can I rest?
G1 version
One-shot
It was at least a year after Prowl had offline. Most had gone over his death with a shrug. They had found a new SIC. Jazz was still TIC but wasn't always happy. He would always fake a smile or try to be happy. Nobody usually noticed not even his unit. Jazz would cry for his beloved during the night. They had been Bondmates but when Prowl offlined Jazz didn't. He kept living but something was happening. He had gone to First Aid but First Aid only told him he was in perfected condition. As the nights wared on he started filling lost, dazed, or confused. One night he was working on data pads when a ding came from the door. He walks over to it and opens it up. There in the doorway was his mate Prowl, he gasped on what he saw. Prowl smiles gently while walking in.
"I think you need a break Jazz. It's already late."
"Ya sure Prowler?"
"I'm sure. Do you want to go on a walk outside?"
"Ah would love to Prowler."
"My designation is Prowl, Jazz."
"Whatever Prowlie."
He gets a huff in response. Prowl holds Jazzes hand and walks out of the office. Both smile as now both are walking out of the Ark.
The next morning Sideswipe was just In the Hallway. Holding a stack of data pads that were finally finished. He knocked on Jazzes office because the new SIC was on Cybertron for the week. When he didn't get a answer he put in the override code. All he was was shocked at the sight before him. Jazz lay in his seat helm resting on the desk his arms under him but a small smile on his lips. Using his Comlink to get to First Aid telling him that Jazz was dead. It was hard on the whole Ark but they had accepted it like when the others had gone.
••In the well••
Both Mechs hold each others servos as they stand next to each other facing a perfect Cybertron.
"Ah missed ya Prowler."
"Me too Jazz, Me too."
Both head into their own place that they call home.
~end