And I be back! Onwards to the angst!

(I don't own anything but the storyline)


"But Prime!"

"No Jazz"

"But-"Jazz had feared this would happen. That the Autobots would think him unfit to carry out his duties because he had cracked after Prowl had died.

'No! Ah don' know if he's dead yet. Ah'll believe he's dead when Ah see his sparkless body' Jazz hissed to himself.

"You will stay here, on the Ark, in the event of a security breach"

"Prime, there're plenty o' other 'bots who can do tha'. And monitor duty ain't exa'tly a high maintenance job. Ah'm the TIC and head o' spec ops. Ah should be wit' ya"

He just couldn't believe it. This wasn't even a very dangerous mission they were talking about! Just going on a patrol to survey a nearby town and check it for signs of Decepticons. So what was the big deal?!

"Jazz. I insist that you stay here and that is final. You are still healing mentally and physically and Ratchet hasn't cleared you for full duty yet."

Jazz growled and stalked out of Prime's office. First he had taken him away from his search for Prowl and now that he was finally back in the game, Optimus wouldn't let him do his job! The only reason Prime had even been able to drag Jazz back was because Jazz had been hoping to bury himself in his work. It would keep his mind off Prowl and everything else in his charred world. But now Prime wouldn't even let him do that!

Jazz just shook his head and reported in to the surveillance room. He would just have to prove to Prime that he wasn't a fragile thing that had to be sheltered.


"AAAAAAAAARGGHHHH!"

The bloodcurdling cry sounded out, causing Jazz to jump up and out of his berth like he had been electrocuted. Even though he was still shaking the sleep from his optics Jazz could recognized that voice anywhere.

"Prowl?! PROWL!"

The saboteur whipped around the room trying to pinpoint the origin of the sound. But there was no one there. He was alone. Still utterly alone.

"JAAAAAZZZZ!"

He snapped his head up again. There was still no one there.

"JAAAAZZZZZ!"

The wail grated against his audios and Jazz cringed in pain. The voice was Prowl's. It was unmistakable. But there was no origin to it. The Voice vibrated in his head unendingly.

Jazz clutched his helm in pain as Prowl- 'No. Not Prowl! It's not Prowl!'

But it was Prowl. And he was in pain.

"No! It's NOT you! IT CAN'T BE YOU!"

He shrieked along to the morbid melody in his head.

With his back pressed against the corner of his room, Jazz covered his audios with his servos and slowly slid down the wall until his knees were to his chest. The Voice hurt! It hurt! And he could feel his sanity screaming with it.

"Jazz!"

There was a pounding at the door, but the Voice made it impossible to hear anything else.

"Jazz what's going on?!"

Another pounding. More screaming.

"Jazz I'm opening the door!"

The door swished open, permitting Ratchet and Ironhide entrance.

Ratchet ran up to the still incoherently screaming Jazz. His servos reached forward to pry Jazz's away from his audios but was kicked aside by the hysterical saboteur.

Pulling back, Ratchet reached into his subspace to take out a sedative.

"Ironhide, stop Jazz if he tries to make a run for it."

The mech nodded and positioned himself to stop a runaway TIC. Ratchet walked forward again, this time armed with a sedative that was carefully hidden in his hand.

Jazz glanced up at the approaching mech. There was a cautiousness about him as he came this time. Optics widening at a glimpse of metal in the medic's hand, Jazz coiled up and sprang forward. Shoving aside Ratchet, he sprinted towards the door only to be taken into a bear hug from behind. He twisted savagely trying to break out but Ironhide's grip was unbreakable.

"Prowl! STOP! Stop it! Please stop! Please!-"

Jazz's voice faded out as Ratchet injected him with a strong sedative. The crying mech slumped in Ironhide's grip as he lost the strength to stand up.

"Ironhide, please take Jazz to the medbay." Ratchet ordered.

Jazz looked like a broken marionette that had had all of its strings cut in Ironhide's arms. The mechs started a solemn march to the medbay when they were stopped in their tracks by the doorway at the sight of a crying figure.

"Jazz. Why?" Bluestreak whispered as his voice trembled in time to his body. "Why did he? Prowl?" The last word cracked in the sniper's mouth.

"I'm sorry Bluestreak." Ratchet put his hand on the mech's shoulder before walking out of the room with Ironhide in tow.

This time whispering to himself, "But I just don't know."


'Don't tell me that wasn't entertaining Prowl.'

'What you did.' Prowl broke off to snarl. 'I promise that I will tear you apart piece by piece until you scream for mercy. I promise.'

'Well, someone's in a spunky mood.' Barricade smiled to himself. It really was just wonderful when prey fights back. 'It really is so fun to play with that saboteur of yours. Really just makes you want to rip your claws into him. I get now why you love him so much. Tell me. Is he just as erotic in berth?'

The fury in Prowl reached its peak and he lashed out as hard as he could. Harder than he ever had before. But it was to no end. The invisible chains still held him back. Barricade was still in control. And he was still laughing.


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Also, any thought on how to torture Jazz? I'd love to hear your ideas.