Jazz finally woke up from recharge, stiff from his position on the bed, but awoken. Stupid stiff joints, he thought as he got up with some difficulties. When he was finally done getting up, he looked down at himself, still just normal, nothing different. Then he saw it, what seemed to be different, he had somehow twisted his left forearm in an almost impossible position. Great, here comes the angry Hatchet, he thought as he left his quarters to go to medbay. But then again, if Ironhides keeping him "busy" again, then maybe the yelling won't come at all. But he knew that idea would never happen, Ironhide could keep him busy forever, and usually he could only keep him busy in the evening or night.

He finally reached the medbay when he saw the two red mechs, well, red and white mechs. He sighed as he walked in, hoping to get this over with as quickly as possible.
"Hey Ratchet, I need you to fix my arm, and no, I don't know how it happened, I just woke up and it was like this."

Ratchet finally turned to see the limb, and nearly blew a fit, "What do you mean by you don't know how it happened?! Something like this doesn't just happen Jazz!"

"Um, are you really so sure?"

"Yes! I am completely sure Jazz, now get on that medical bed now!"

He quickly commanded without a noise, hoping to get back on the medics good side, instead of where it had started heading just as soon as he had walked in. He felt another's presence beside him, but it wasn't Ratchet, it was Ironhide.

"Hey, don't worry 'bout it, Ratchet's just worried, trust me on this one Jazz."

"Let me guess how you know this, because of your guys little bond thingy."

"Yeah, the one you want so much with Prowl, don't worry, I didn't tell the base about your little crush, either way, I don't think Prowl's figured it out yet."

"Boy, sounds like we're Inferno and Red Alert or something, I'm the Red; Prowler's the Inferno, completely missing how everyone knows that I like him but him."

"Come on Jazz, stop worrying about it, you'll have him eventually, I mean really, I got Ratchet didn't I? And you're one of the more loveable guys in this base, so just trust me, you'll get him eventually."

"Thanks, didn't know you were so good at love talk."

"Oh, would you just be quiet."

"Ironhide, you're going to need to move so I can work," they heard Ratchet say from behind Ironhide.

"Sure, what ever you say," Ironhide said, but whispered something Jazz couldn't really catch in Ratchet's audio receptor.

Ratchet nodded before he turned his attention to Jazz, in a little bit of a better mood than earlier. "Okay now Jazz, no squirming or anything like that, you hear me, I need to open up your arm to make sure no wires were damaged, understand?"

Jazz nodded, wondering how exactly long this could take.

Prowl sat in his office, reading yet another of the reports Jazz had found in his room, who the slag had left these in there? Don't they know that Jazz probably won't even try to do them? he thought to himself, sitting back as he put his current datapad down on his desk. This can't be right; Jazz doesn't really even like me like that, does he? he thought after a few seconds. He finally chose to go get some energon, hoping to get away from the work for just a little bit, probably to see Ratchet while he did it, worried that something was wrong if he actually didn't want to work.

He slipped out of his office and started heading in the direction of the medbay, not wanting anything to do with the room. When he walked in he saw Ratchet working on Jazz's forearm, What's he doing here? And what happened to his arm?

"Take a seat Prowl, it's going to be a while if you don't mind a little wait," Ratchet said.

"Sure thing Ratchet," he said as he took a seat by the wall.

But he easily got bored, and there was nothing to keep him occupied. That was, until he spotted how Jazz was laying, he knew he shouldn't, but he couldn't help himself, Jazz was just too beautiful for him to keep his optics off of, and that was the only that was there to keep him occupied, that was until he felt a pair of optics on him. He looked to see Jazz staring at him, head turned his direction.

"What you here 'bout Prowler? Or did you just hear I was in here and had to come see me?" Jazz asked, using his normal humor.

"I need Ratchet to check something for me if you must know," he said, trying to keep his voice stern, but failing near the end.

"Mind me askin' what?"

"Yes, I mind completely."

"Okay Prowler, no need to get all defensive."

Prowl didn't answer, he just stared at the wall as he waited for Ratchet to finish with Jazz. After a while, Ratchet finally finished.

"Done, now next time I'm not going to fix you if I don't believe your little sleeping lie, understand?" he barked.

"Sure thing Ratch', now play nice with Prowl for me."

Prowl couldn't believe what he had just heard as Jazz walked out, apparently Ratchet couldn't either.

"What did he mean by that?" Ratchet asked when Jazz was finally out of sight.

"No idea."

"Ratchet, you almost done?" they heard Ironhide say from the door.

"Hang on 'Hide, I need to do Prowl and I'll be done," Ratchet said as he walked over to grab some energon before he started. "Oh yeah, do you think you can help us figure this one thing out real quick too?"

"Sure, what is it?"

"It's something Jazz said before he left, 'now play nice with Prowl for me'."

"You guys don't know what he ment by that?" Ironhide gaped.

"No, neither of us do."

"Well, don't tell Jazz I told you guys this, but he really likes you Prowl, and I don't mean just friend like, I mean like more."

"Why haven't I heard of this?" Ratchet asked, irritated.

"Don't know, you hear of it Prowl?"

But Prowl didn't answer, he just sat there, staring into the distance dumbfounded.

"Hey Prowl, you okay?" Ironhide asked as he came up to him.

When Prowl still didn't answer, Ratchet walked up next to him, "I think he's locked up."

"Whoah, what do you mean by locked up, what, he likes Jazz back then? Or is he just that surprised?" Ironhide asked as he stared at Prowl.

"Don't know, but help me get him onto one of the beds, that'll make things easier on me," Ratchet said as he grabbed Prowl's legs. "You grab his toso."

They lifted him up onto one of the medical beds and then Ratchet started hooking machines up into him, which Ironhide couldn't tell what was what.

"We need to let him rest for a little while," Ratchet mused after finally hooking up all the machines.

"Then let's leave him alone and go back to our quarters again," Ironhide suggested, already tugging on the CMO's arm.

"What is with you and liking that so much 'Hide?"