Disclaimer: All Transformers characters belong to Hasbro. Any made up characters were created by me.

Summery: (G1 fic) Jazz always wanted to know what it's like to fly. His intended bond-mate was a flyer until . . . .

"blah" – Normal human speck
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'blah' – Comm. Specking
Italics - flashback

Wind Beneath My Wings
By: Yami-Yugi3

Prologue

"Grandpa Jazz!" Shouted two little voices, the aging saboteur turned to see two small Cybertronians running toward him. One of the little sparklings was golden and black in color, whilst its sibling looked just like a mini version of Jazz. Both of the little sparklings wore a visor similar to his own.

"Whoa! Hold ya turbo-horses." Jazz said "what's the rush?"

"Can you tell us a story?" The black and gold sparkling asked.

"What you want to hear about?" The old saboteur inquired.

"Tell us about Grandfather." The mini Jazz sparkling replied.

"Yeah, like when you met him."

"You're sure you want to hear that one? It's a pretty long story." Jazz asked as he scrutinized the two youngsters. The two little ones glanced at one another before looking up at their grand-creator.

"Please?" The sparklings pleaded with big wide optics that could almost be translated as the turbo-puppy eyed look.

"Okay."

"Yay!" The two sparklings shouted in excitement before sitting down on the floor in front of him, looking at him expectantly. Jazz sighed and smiled before launching into his tale.

(Flashback)

Jazz was a simple musician from Kaon living on Cybertron during the Golden Age. He was carefree and happy, but he had a secret. He always wanted to know what if felt like to fly. When ever he was alone and had free time, he would stare up at the sky and watched the Cybertronians that had been blessed with the gift of flight. Unlike ground bound bots like himself. Watching the flyers pull amazing stunts was the most beautiful thing Jazz could ever see.

Someday, I'll meet one and ask if I can take a ride. He thought to himself Just to see what it's like to be off the ground.

He watched the sky dreamily. "Yo, whatcha starin' at, Jazz?" asked his good friend Blaster.

"Just the flyer, Blaster." Jazz said "It must be cool seeing all of Cybertron up there."

"Yeah, but I don't mind the ground," smiled Blaster. "Quit daydreamin' and grab a drink with me."

"Okay..." Jazz followed his friend into a near by club.

Blaster smiled, the music and chatter was inviting. He led Jazz over to a table. A bar maid came over to them. "What can I get you two?"

"Hide grade, please." Blaster said with a smile.

"Same for me too," said Jazz.

"Coming right up." As the bar maid went to get the cubes, the door to the club opens to let more in.

"Why are we here? You know I don't drink."

"Relax, we're just here to hang out." Out of the corner of his optic, Jazz saw a group of flyers, one of them had a black and white paint job.

"You should drink. You need to loosen up a little."

"No...I'm just fine with out it."

"Not even just a little bit?"

"No, not even a little."

"Your father used to drink a little bit. He wasn't afraid of a little high grade."

"Don't you dare use my father in such a way!"

Jazz watched, his optics on the black and white. He looks cute...

"You shouldn't have done that, Jetstorm. You know how sensitive he is. If Prowl doesn't want to drink, he shouldn't have to."

"Awww come on, nothing will go wrong with just a little drink." the mech called Jetstorm said with a smirk.

"Just drop it," said one of the others.

"Let him be. Let's just relax and get along. We're all wing mates here."

"Yea, let's just get ourselves a table." Jazz watched the one called, Prowl as the group walked by.

"Yo Jazz, get ya head out of the clouds. Flyers don't usually hang out with us ground types."

Jazz didn't head his friend. "What are YOU looking at, ground pounder?" sniffed Jetstorm.

"Jetstorm...please..." Prowl said.

"Know your place."

"Leave him alone."

"He's not bothering me."

Jazz stared after Prowl. Jetstorm glared as the group walked past and sat at a nearby table.

"Jetstorm, he's not hurting anyone. Who said flyers can't interact with ground types anyway?" said Prowl.

"Says other flyers." Jetstorm said.

"My mother was a ground type, did you know that?" Prowl said.

"Well yeah...but... Never mind..." he growled as they all sat down.

"Here you go," smiled the Barmaid as she set Jazz and Blaster's drinks down in front of them. This caused Jazz to break from his musings and turn his attention back to Blaster.

"Love at first sight, Jazzman?"

"Blaster...is it wrong to fall in love with a flyer?"

"Nah man. That's just a social standard. So what? Primus made us all. No ones better or any different."

"I guess ya right." Jazz said as he glanced back at the table were the group of flyers sat. Blaster just smiled at him as they drank.

Prowl couldn't help but stare at Jazz from across the room. "Why you looking at that stupid ground pounder for?" said Jetstorm, getting drunk. Prowl and Jazz's optics met. Both mechs blushed madly and turned away.

"You fancy him, don't you?" one of the others said with a smile.

"I guess..." Prowl said shyly.

"Bout time you at least started flirting."

"I don't know..."

"If I remember correctly, your father started dating your mom when he wasn't much older than you." Prowl blushed again.

"A stupid ground pounder's not worth your time. Now look over there," smirked Jetstorm. "There's a fine little flyin number." Jetstorm, very drunk now, got up out of his seat. He pulled Prowl out of his seat. He dragged him over to a small passenger plane femme. "Hey there, fine thing. I'd like to introduce ya to my buddy here."

"J-Jetstorm..." Prowl said "Please don't mind him, he's drunk on high grade."

"Hmmm, well keep him in line," she said as she turned away.

"C'mon, Prowl... There's another flyer over there."

He dragged Prowl past where Blaster and Jazz were sitting. Both of them stared at each other, blushing again. "Jetstorm...please..." Prowl beg trying to get his friend's hand off his arm.

"I'm just trying to hook you up," he hiccupped.

"I don't need help, and you're drunk."

"I am not!" Jazz looked at him and decided to try and help.

"Hey man, ease up okay? Yer causin a scene."

"Shut up ground pounder. This is flyer business." Jetstorm slurred as he went face to face with Jazz.

"I'm just trying to keep the peace," he said as he helped Prowl away from Jetstorm. The two blushed at each other.

"Oh...Oh! I see what's going on... You like my buddy Prowl here, do ya? What do you think you're doing! You think you're good enough for my friend! Fat chance!" he said as he tackled Jazz.

"Jetstorm!" Prowl shouted. He started to drunkenly punch Jazz. He tried to dodge but it was hard. Even drunk, a flyer had certain advantages over a ground type.

"Bar fight!" some random mechs shouted excitedly. Prowl watched worriedly unsure what to do at first. Jazz did his best to push Jetstorm off of him. He didn't want to hurt the flyer by hitting him.

"Jetstorm...please don't hurt him." Prowl said.

"Stupid ground pounder thinks he's good enough to even look at you!" he said, punching Jazz in the chest. Prowl grab one of Jetstorm's wings. "Ahhh!"

"Jetstorm! That's enough!" called the other flyer at Prowl's table. He grabbed Jetstorm around his torso and pulled him away from Jazz. The black and white was bleeding from his injuries.

Prowl rushed over to Jazz very worried. "You okay?" he asked as he knelt down next to him.

Jazz blushed as Prowl checked over his injuries. "...Y-Yeah... I...should be..."

"We're leaving, Jetstorm, let's go."

"Let go of me!"

"No! You're drunk! Sorry, Prowl. See ya later." The other flyers from the table dragged Jetstorm out.

Blaster rushed over. "Jazz!"

"...I-I'm okay Blaster..."

"You sure you're alright?" Prowl said as he helped Jazz to stand. Jazz blushed deeper and turned away.

"Y-Yeah...fine..."

"You should see a medic just in case."

"I agree with Prowl."

"...Okay..." Jazz blushed as Prowl led him out of the bar and back to the Iacon base. Blaster followed.

"I'm sorry about my friend there." Prowl said.

"That's why I don't over energize."

"Thanks for helping my buddy," said Blaster. "My name's Blaster."

"I'm Prowl."

"Name's Jazz."

Prowl couldn't help but smile a bit. "It's the same reason why I don't drink high grade." he said.

"Yeah," smiled Blaster. "Jazz and I always drink together, to keep an optic on each other."

Prowl smiled a bit. "You two are such good friends." he said.

"Yeah... I'm sure you're tight with your gang there too," smiled Blaster.

"Not really... I don't know them too well..." Prowl said.

Jazz looked at him sadly. "You...You don't have any friends?" he asked in disbelief.

"Not really. Not as good as friends as you two are."

"Well, consider yourself MY best friend," smiled Jazz. "Next to Blaster of course."

"Any new best friend of Jazz's is a buddy o' mine," Blaster said.

"Are you sure you want to be seen with a flyer?"

"Why not? Ain't no one said we couldn't."

"I...I've always been jealous of flyers..." Jazz said.

"Why?" Prowl asked.

"Just always loved the sky, man. Wanted to see Cybertron in all its beauty ya know? Be up there with the stars... I mean, I don't mind bein' on the ground. Love music, love drivin'... Just want to taste the sky and catch a view."

Prowl smiled a bit. "...Maybe...sometime, I'll take you up and show you..." he said shyly.

"...Really?" he blushed. Prowl nodded. Jazz smiled at him, his optics drifting to the lovely pair of wings. Prowl blushed, his wings fluttering a bit.

"Shouldn't we go inside, to the med bay?"

"...Right..." Prowl said, moving his optics away from Jazz and continued their trek to the medical bay. Jazz started to wonder why he never seen Prowl before if he knew were the Medical Bay was.

"Prowl?" he asked.

"...Yes?"

"How come I've never seen ya around? I've been here at Iacon my whole life, especially since Optimus made base here. Ya know where the Bay is, so I know you've gotta be here somewhere. How come I've never seen ya?"

"Ahh...well..." Prowl started.

"Flyers are in separate areas for different things. A lot of 'em have different quarters to accommodate them. 'Sides, they do recon and a lot of scout missions or somethin'," said Blaster.

"Oh." Jazz said. Prowl just nodded, knowing most of what Blaster said was right.

"We're here," Prowl said as he walked through the open doors.

"What in the Pit happened to you, Jazz?" Ratchet asked.

"Awww well Ratch..." Jazz started.

"Jetstorm got drunk and decided to pick a fight with him." Prowl said.

"A bar fight! Jazz!"

"He didn't start it, doc bot," said Blaster. "Like Prowl said, it was his wingmate, Jetstorm."

Ratchet sighed. "Jazz, sit your aft on that berth. That youngling could never hold his high grade anyway... Got an ego, he does. Wouldn't be surprised if he changed to the 'Cons." He looked over Jazz's wounds and started cleaning them and patching them up. "You two can go if you want."

Prowl nods a bit. "I'll...see you around then, Jazz?"

"...Y-yeah..."

"Later, Jazzman."

"Bye Blaster." Ratchet waited for them to leave.

He turned to Jazz. "Jazz...I don't want you hanging around Prowl anymore."

"What ya mean Ratch?" Jazz asked surprised. Was Ratchet just like Jetstorm?

"Because, as much as I hate to admit it, some flyers don't like ground types. Jetstorm is one of them. I don't want you in my med bay every day just because Jetstorm doesn't like you. It's too dangerous for you to hang out with him."

"...But Ratch... Jetstorm isn't really Prowl's friend..."

"They're stationed together and they spend enough time together. I wish I had the power to make all those dumb afts see straight. I want everyone to just get along, but that doesn't always happen. I have no problems with Prowl. Jetstorm is around him enough for you to be in harms way. I just don't want you in that dumb aft's path." Jazz sighed sadly. "Jazz," he started as he examined his work before moving to Jazz's chest. "I want you to promise me you'll stay away from Prowl."

"...Sure Ratch..." He winced, both from losing a new friend, and because Ratchet was working on some sensitive wiring and plating.

"I'm sorry, Jazz."

"...It's okay Ratch..." Jazz said sadly.


Meanwhile Prowl made his way through the base. He didn't want to go back to the flyer's side of the base at the moment. "Prowl!" shouted a voice as a blur of gray and black nearly tackled him to the ground in a big hug.

"Hi, Bluestreak," he said with a smile as he recovered.

"I miss you!"

"Blue, we live in the same base." Prowl said.

"But on different sides! I wish you stay with us and not the flyers."

"I have to. I work with them and I need the special quarters, Blue. You know you can come see me anytime you want. Flyers are a bit more receptive to door wings than regular ground types."

"Yeah...but still..."

"Bluestreak, our cousin is right." said a blue door winged mech that appeared.

"Hi, Smokescreen." The older mech smiled.

"You're back early from the pub. Everything alright?" Bluestreak asked. "Jetstorm cause trouble again? He's always getting drunk. When will he ever learn?"

"He...he picked a fight with a mech named Jazz..."

"Jazz! Hey! I know Jazz. He's my friend. He's best buds with Blaster. You met Jazz? He alright?"

"He's with Ratchet right now but I think he's alright..." Prowl said.

"Oh, that's good. I'll go visit him right now," Bluestreak smiled. "See ya later, Prowl."

"Bye Bluestreak..." Prowl said with a small smiled as he watch the younger mech go.

"So, you're friends with Jazz huh?"

Prowl tried to hide his blush. "W-What made you say that, Smokescreen?" he asked.

"I can tell," he smiled. "Besides, you just told me, blushing like that."

"I guess I can't hide anything from you..." Prowl said.

"Yep. I'm beginning to think you like him more then just a friend."

"M-Maybe..." Smokescreen just smiled more.

"Smokescreen...is that wrong?"

"Why ask a thing like that? Your father and mother sure didn't mind it."

"I guess not..." He smiled inwardly to himself.

"You're worried of what Jetstorm and the other flyers will think."

"Well, Jetstorm DID hurt Jazz in a bar fight today."

"Well he was drunk."

"Still, he has a short fuse too."

"I guess we can just see how it goes and figure it out from there." Prowl nodded.


Back in Medical Bay, Jazz was crying a little. Bluestreak was in disbelief. He never knew Jazz to cry, not in the medical bay at least. "Jazz what's wrong?"

Jazz looked up, trying to wipe the coolant from his optics. "...It's nothing Blue..." he said.

"I doesn't seem like nothing to me," he said. Ratchet was back in his office, having left Jazz to rest.

"...Ya won't understand..."

"Try me, I'm your friend."

"...I made a new friend today..."

"Why is that making you upset?"

"...Cause he's a flyer and Ratch said I shouldn't hang around him anymore..."

"But Ratchet's not like that," said Bluestreak. "Why would he say that?"

"...He just don't want meh hurt again..."

"Why... Jetstorm! It's because Jetstorm is a pure elitist dumb aft! Aww, Jazz..." he said as he pulled him into a hug.

Jazz looked surprised. "...How did you now who hit meh?" he asked.

"Prowl told me." he said "He's my cousin."

Jazz cried a little harder. "Then I can't hang out with you either... Not if yer with Prowl."

"That's not all true." he said "Prowl sometimes hangs with us away from the other flyers."

"But Ratchet said..."

"I think he meant, don't go looking for Prowl. If you let Prowl choose to see you and hang out with you, then it's his fault. Jetstorm can't blame you if Prowl makes the choice."

"What's this nonsense about not being able to see me? Is that why you're so upset?" Prowl asked worriedly, having come to see Jazz.

"Ratchet told Jazz he didn't want him to hang out with you cause of Jetstorm might hurt him again." Bluestreak said.

Prowl growled, optics thinning in rage. He came over to Jazz. "Ratchet was just trying to keep you out of trouble. You don't have to worry about not seeing me anymore. I don't want to give up a friendship so easily."

"...Really?" Jazz asked.

Prowl nodded. "If Ratchet is so keen to you not coming to me to see me, I'll just come to you instead." Bluestreak smiled. He knew Prowl always came up with good ideas.

Jazz dried his optics. "Th-That's great..." he smiled.

"You should probably get some rest. If Ratchet hasn't released you yet, he must want you to stay and rest. You should probably rest up. We don't an angry medic on our hands." said Bluestreak.

"O-Okay..." Jazz said.

"I'll leave you alone. C'mon Prowl."

"I think I'll stay, keep him company. If that's alright with you, Jazz."

Jazz couldn't help but blush again. "...I-If ya want..."

Prowl smiled. Bluestreak smiled happily as he left. Prowl sat down on the edge of the berth. "You should get some rest." Jazz laid down. He blushed when he felt Prowl's hand grab his. Prowl smiled a bit.

"...M-Maybe we should...slow down...build a friendship first?"

Prowl slowly remove his hand from Jazz's. "...I guess you're right." he said "I'm sorry about that."

"It's okay...I just... I just don't want us to just be lovers. I want us to be best friends first. It...It'll keep Jetstorm away from me..."

"...Okay..." Both smiled at each other. Jazz closed his optics and fell asleep.