Chapter 1
"Well,well,well… look what we have here." A red visor glittered in the darkness of Prowls cell. " A pretty little enforcer mech working as a tactician for Prime." The lights flashed on and Prowl finally saw his captor. Against his deepest wishes he found himself attracted to the mech in front of him. A slender silver frame, with a slim waist and full hips, and a red visor that covered his optics, Prowl wished his spark wasn't pulsing with need. He fidgeted, fighting against the restraints that were keeping him from moving. The mech noticed the movement and grinned.
"Sorry mech, but Primus himself wouldn't be able to get out of those." Prowl noticed sharp dentas that were almost like fangs and wondered what the would feel like sinking into his most sensitive cables….. No! he thought and shook his helm.
"Hmmm. Whatcha' trying to forget mech?" The mech sauntered closer. " Something I would like to know?" Primus, Prowl thought. If this mech comes any closer…. " You haven't even told me your name." The mech sounded pouty.
"I'm sure you already know it." Prowl managed to get out finally finding his voice.
"I do Prowler, but it's nice to introduce yourself."
"What do you know about being nice?"
"Quite a bit! I'll show you. Hi there, my names Jazz, what's yours?" Jazz asked in a sickly sweet voice.
"Fragger."
"Such language Prowler!" Jazz said with fake horror. During the conversation he was having with Jazz, Prowl had kept his helm down so he couldn't see Jazz, {Not because he would lose his voice again if he saw that beautiful frame again, oh no,not at all…} but now he found his helm being lifted in a taloned servo. Now, he was looking Jazz optic to optic. Again Prowl had scandalous thoughts. Like how it would feel to those talons dipping into his doorwings…. Primus, these thoughts need to stop. Prowl thought. Again he shook his helm, or tried to, as it was still being held in Jazz's servo. Prowl closed his optics.
" Look at me Prowl." Prowl's optics opened in shock. He had no idea that decepticons could sound so gentle, kind, and comforting. Jazz gently let go of his helm and walked behind him. Prowl felt a servo gently touch his doorwing and jolted. It was a gentle caress, and Jazz continued to caress his doorwings as he walked back to face prowl again. Prowl (to his great embarrassment) began purring. He couldn't help it! It felt so GOOD! Prowl heard jazz chuckle and realised what he was doing. Quickly he stopped and looked down. Prowl noticed that Jazz's servo lingered on his doorwing.
Jazz could tell it was from embarrassment that Prowl looked down. He also caught that prowl was sad and to his great astonishment (and happiness) he saw longing. For him. It sent shivers down his back strut. In fact, when he had first seen Prowl, his spark had skipped 3 pulses. The mech was BEAUTIFUL. He had a broad chest and long, strong arms and legs. He had a black and white enforcer frame and Jazz had never seen a more beautiful mech. He was glad that Prowl hadn't been able to see anything in the dark because he had stared (and drooled) for a good five minutes before he started speaking.
"You are such an impressive mech Prowl. You are a fierce fighter, but one of the best tacticians there is." Jazz cocked his head. " And then of course, there is your frame in general…" And he let that slide off as he took a step back to obviously look at Prowls frame.
Prowl meanwhile, was having a spark attack. He had just been complimented by one of the Decepticons who was the (hottest in his opinion) left-hand man for Megatron. He could literally do anything that he wanted. Fight? Check. Spy? Check. Infiltrate? Check. Interrogate? Check. Assassinate? Check. Look handsome effortlessly? Check. Prowl shuddered. Jazz was a mech that you just didn't mess with. He was strong, smart, brave, loyal and funny. Prowl shook his helm for the third time. Prowl jerked with surprise when he heard Jazz's voice come from behind him.
"Tell me Prowler….why do you have whip marks on your doorwings?"
Prowl winced at the memory.
(Flash Back)
Prowl had just walked into the rec-room and was surprised. There were normally more mechs in the rec-room. Now there was only one… and he was holding an electric whip.
"You've disappointed me Prowl." The mech said.
"What? S-"
"SILENCE!" The mech lunged forward and put stasis cuffs on Prowls wrists, he then positioned them above Prowl's helm.
"What? What are you doing ? S-s-!"
"When I say silence, Prowl, .SILENCE!" The mech yelled, then turned Prowl around so that his back was facing him. Prowl was stunned. Why was he doing this? They were friends weren't they? Weren't they?!
(Back To Present)
Prowl shuddered again as he was clearly reliving the memory. Jazz forced himself to unclench his servos. He didn't know why he cared so much but he did. He did, and the mech who did this Prowl was going to die…
(Flash Back)
Again, the mech raised the whip and brought it down on Prowl's sensitive doorwings. And again, all Prowl could do was whimper as quietly as he could. What had he done? What had he done?! The next time the mech brought down the whip, he couldn't help himself; he cried out. He cried out, and he felt the suppressed tears begin to fall.
" I said SILENCE Prowl. When will you learn?"
(Back To Present)
Jazz watched as tears fell down Prowls face. He felt anger rise up through him and this time he wasn't able to unclench his servos.
" Prowl, love it's okay. Whoever hurt you isn't here." Jazz said gently. Prowl looked up and Jazz's spark twisted into a pretzel. Prowl looked so sad, so broke, so betrayed, and dare he say pathetic?
"Oh, Prowl… please… tell me who did this to you."
"Why? Why do you care?" Jazz studied him.
"I don't know Prowl." Jazz shook his helm. "All I know is that the mech who did this to you is going to be offlined." Prowl shook his helm.
"He'll know. He'll know I told. He'll come after me again."
"He won't Prowl. I will personally make sure of it. He won't come after you." Prowl looked at him.
"Do you promise?" Again Jazz's spark turned into a pretzel.
" I promise Prowl." Prowl looked down.
"It was Sentinel. I don't even know what I did! I just went into the rec-room and-and-!" Another wave of tears came and Prowl was unable to finish.
"Shhh...it's okay Prowl… He'll never hurt you again" Jazz said and he gently stroked Prowls doorwings. "It's okay." Prowl cried even harder.
"He'll come after me… I shouldn't have told…"
"He won't go after you love." Jazz's visor darkened dangerously. "He won't even be online."
(Time skip cause I'm lazy and tired AF)
Jazz leaned against a pillar. This pillar, specifically, was one of the many pillars holding up the building of the main archives, where currently, a meeting was taking place. Jazz had ordered a Decepticon attack. The Decepticons could kill any bot they wanted except for Sentinel. He was Jazz's.
[Alright. Everybody know the drill?] Jazz asked through the coms.
[Yes Jazz] was the response.[We can kill anybot we want except for Sentinel. He's yours.]
[Exactly.] The Decepticon forces moved stealthy and surrounded the building.[Alright...NOW!] Jazz shouted.
Meanwhile, in the conference room of the main archives, mech all of a sudden heard a muffled BOOM. The door burst open and a guard ran in.
"We have an emergency! Evacuate! Evacuat- ACK!" The bot was cut down and Decepticon after Decepticon came in. Finally, Jazz came in and the Autobots were shocked. Jazz was usually laid back, and witty. He was usually making jokes, even when fighting. But now?
Now, Jazz just looked MAD.Like really mad. He looked furious and angry. He looked like he wanted….revenge. Jazz scanned the room. No Sentinel. He growled and once again shocked the Autobots. They had never heard Jazz growl. NEVER. Even the Decepticons looked shocked and a bit scared. Jazz marched up to Optimus.
"Where is he?!" He snarled. "Where is Sentinel?!" To say Optimus was shocked was an understatement.
"Sentinel? Why do you want him?" Jazz howled in rage.
"DON'T MESS WITH ME PRIME!" He roared. "WHERE. IS. SENTINEL?!"
"Why would I tell you that?" Optimus asked once he got over his shock (again) "Why do you care?" Jazz hissed.
"YOU should care Prime! YOU should care that he beat YOUR second in command!"
" He's WHAT?!" Jazz snarled at him and showed him a holoform of Prowls doorwings. You could clearly see the whip marks on them. Then Jazz showed him another holoform that showed Prowl talking to Jazz. It broke the Autobots sparks to see Prowl so broken. Optimus felt his spark stop.
"Primus…." Optimus whispered.
"Primus indeed." Jazz snarled. "Now tell me. Where. Is. SENTINEL?!" Optimus looked at his fellow Autobots. They all held faces of hate, disgust, and horror.
[Tell him Optimus] Ratchet said. [He deserves to die at Jazz's servo for this.] Optimus was quiet.
"He is supposed to be here." He finally said. "I don't know where he is."
Jazz howled with rage. The Decepticons took a step back. They didn't like Jazz angry. They liked him happy. Jazz turned around.
"Soundwave, Barricade, Shockwave!" Jazz yelled. The three mechs came forward. "Find Sentinel. Bring him to me. NOW!" Jazz ordered.
"Yes, my liege." Was the quick response. The mechs practically ran off. Jazz turned back to face the Autobots. He snarled.
"Did you ever bother to ask yourself why your second in command had whip marks on his doorwings?" he hissed.
"I never saw them, I didn't know…," Optimus whispered.
"Pardon me my liege," Shockwave said. "But I believe that Sentinel would have been able to put an illusion device on Prowl. We were reading high energy readings near his doorwings."
"My liege…" Knockout began, "I believe this type of beating has happened before. I scanned him for any more damage, and I could see very faint remnants of scars from previous beatings. Now, there are only two things that could have healed him this way. The Matrix of leadership, and the Allspark, both of which Sentinel has easy access to." Jazz was growling again. [ Get Megatron. He might want to deal with Prime.] He ordered Knockout. [Yes my liege. Jazz. Are you alright? Is there anything I can do?] Knockout asked. Jazz growled.
[Just take care of Prowl.] Knockout nodded.
[Yes my liege.] he said.
(Another time skip)
"Not many things can make me lose my cool Sentinel." Barricade, Shockwave, and Soundwave had found and brought Sentinel and brought him to the torture chambers. "Not many things indeed." Jazz growled and took a step closer to Sentinel. Sentinel was surprised (and a bit scared) of this side of Jazz. He decided that he liked the other side of Jazz a lot more.
"But somehow, you have managed to push ALL of the buttons. Do you know how hard that is?" Jazz hissed.
"Ummm….Very?" Sentinel guessed.
"Yes." Jazz growled. "Very."
"So what did I do…?"
"You beat Prowl! You beat him on his DOORWINGS! What kind of sick MONSTER are you?!" Jazz roared.
"I-I-I didn't-"
"DO NOT! Do not try to deny it! Knock-Out checked him! These beatings have been going on for years!"
"I-"
"Your own Prime has given me his blessing to end you in the most painful way possible!"
"Uhhhh…." Jazz hissed and walked over to a table where a collection of knives sat. He picked one up and showed it to Sentinel.
"Do you see this? This blade is blunt and dull. It is rusty and old, and it might break off in you." Sentinel went quiet. "Now tell me. Why did you beat Prowl?"
"I didn't-" Jazz snarled. He drew his arm back and stabbed the knife right into sentinels abdomen.
"AHHHH!"
"WHY. DID. YOU. TORTURE. PROWL?!"
"I-I-AGGH!" Jazz twisted the knife slowly.
"Wrong answer." He twisted the knife some more.
"I-I-he-ARGHH!" Jazz had now twisted the knife in a full circle and was shoving it in deeper.
"I'm sorry. That didn't sound like an answer." Jazz said with a fake smile. "Care to repeat that?"
"I was just mad, and he had disobeyed a direct order…."
"I find it hard to believe that Prowl would disobey a direct order more than once, and Knock-Out's scans show that he was beaten more than once. So. Tell me the truth." Another knife joined the first one in the abdomen.
"AHHH!"
"Tell me the truth." Jazz said, slowly moving the knife in and out.
"Y-y-yeah? And then what? You'll let me go?" Jazz grinned showing his sharp fangs.
"That's up to Prowl," Sentinel smirked to himself. He would easily be able to intimidate- "And don't even think about intimidating him." Jazz's visor glittered dangerously. "Or I will make you regret it." And he added another knife to the collection in Sentinels abdomen.
"Now tell me." Jazz said ignoring Sentinel's screams. "Why?"