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Celebration

Many after seeing Jazz and Prowl lingering together over the vorns, expected the two to end up together or already secretly were. The two communicated and keep in contact easily, even with comm. lines down. They got along well, even when most figured that they were too much of opposites and wouldn't be able to stay in the same room as each other.

Ratchet was one of the few who, until recently, knew that the two were actually spark twins. It wasn't as if it was a big secret, it was just that few asked and usually didn't tell. Besides, they had found it humorous to allow both Autobots and Decepticons alike to think they weren't related and come up with conspiracy theories to explain their interactions.

Music rumbled in the speakers, courtesy of Blaster, as 'bots paired up and spun about on the dance floor, performing formal dances that most thought they had forgotten long ago, when the first city fell.

It was a large celebration, one of the more detailed and refined parties that had been planned out since the war started. It was as if those who were invited had just walked back into the Golden Age of Cybertron.

To tell the truth, no one expected any less.

It was a party celebrating the future bonding of Jazz, fun-loving saboteur, and Mirage, towers-raised spy. To have a small party would have been a blow to the reputations of both.

Prowl entered the room with his spark twin by his side, approaching a patently waiting Mirage. "If he ever mistreats you, tell me right away. I'll deal with him." Prowl muttered loud enough for only Jazz to hear, faceplate stoic as he escorted his twin.

"He won't, Prowler. Besides, Ah know how ta take care of mahself." Jazz reassured his twin with his signature grin.

"Keep me informed."

"Ah always have and always will." Jazz waved to a group of bots before continuing, "Ah expect the same from ya as well."

"Affirmative." Prowl responded, remaining quiet for the rest of the walk to Mirage.

The two greeted Mirage and just as Jazz was going to pull Mirage off to join in the celebration, Prowl pulled the spy off to the side, wishing to have a few words with him without Jazz's presence.

Mirage waited patiently, having expected this conversation to come, but it's contents were something that he had no clue as to what would be said.

Hidden behind an emotionless mask, Prowl spoke up, just loud enough for Mirage to hear. "Mirage, you break my twin's spark and they'll never find your body." A threatening glint flashed in his optics, hinting to Mirage that Prowl was completely serious and willing to do so. "And I'm second in command, I can do that."

Mirage stiffened, "I have no intentions of ever hurting him."

Prowl smiled, a pleasant smile that few had ever seen, covering the sinister undercurrents. "Good. Then we should get along very well." Prowl led Mirage back to where his twin was waiting. "Enjoy your evening." Prowl bid his farewell as he decided to head over to where Bluestreak was, wanting to give his apprentice some company.

Mirage watched Prowl with weary optics, suddenly feeling uncomfortable around the second in command.

"Don't worry 'bout Prowler." Jazz grabbed Mirage, pulling him to the dance floor, "Ya'll get used to him."