Disclaimer: Nope don't own them, and not making any money off of it.

Notes: This is a sequel to Rain Dance. There are two versions. One that has a happy ending and one that is rather sad. I decided to go ahead and post both here. Let it Rain was done for the PxJ Anniversary Challenge on the LJ community.

Let it Rain


Prowl leaned back into Jazz's arms, the pain of the wound across his chestplates numbing and fading away as Ratchets sedative began to work. He could vaguely hear his mate's voice in his audio, whispering soft words of love and comfort. The sounds of the battle died away in the background as the 'cons were forced to retreat once more. Almost distractedly he became aware of a soft pinging against his armor and a dampness that had nothing to do with Jazz's tears.

Pulling as much of his processor out of the fog that seemed to drag him down as he could, he focused on the wet feeling pooling on his doorwings. His mind working far slower then normal from lack of energon, he finally realized that it was starting to rain. He smiled softly for the rain held a special meaning to him. He spoke, not noticing that he cut into the endless litany of meaningless words flowing from Jazz.

"Jazz, Its raining." His voice was soft, barely a whisper. But he knew Jazz had heard.

"Let it rain, my love, let it rain." Jazz pulled him closer and kissed his helm softly. It was the last thing Prowl was aware of as he slipped into the sedative induced recharge.

The memory faded and Prowl found himself back in his office. He slumped forward, burying his face into his arms. That memory had been centuries ago and had grown slightly fuzzy with time, but he could still feel Jazz's arms around him and hear the soft pinging of rain against their armor. And he could still remember the tired look of relief on his loves face when he had finally been allowed to wake back up. It had been far too long since he had felt Jazz's arms or the rain, and he dearly missed both.

The war had been over for centuries. Jazz's final mission had ended it. The decepticons had stepped up their attacks. Drawing not only the autobots into battles, but the humans as well. The loss of life began to mount on both sides and Optimus Prime realized a stop had to be put to it. He had sent a single mech deep into the enemies den with the orders to assassinate its leaders.

It had been successful. The war ended within days, the 'cons scattering without a leader to guide them. And while the rest of the autobots celebrated, Prowl waited for his mates return. When Jazz failed to return, they sent a team to his last known location. The team had returned empty handed. No one had seen or heard the mech. What few decepticons remained in the area swore they had never even known Jazz had been there until they located the grey frames of their leaders.

With there no longer being a need for the autobots to protect the humans, it slowly became apparent that there simply wasn't the room or resources on Earth to support both races. So the autobots returned to Cybertron taking a reluctant Prowl with them. Prowl had argued, fought and pleaded to remain behind, certain that he could find Jazz. But it was to no avail. The Prime refused to leave him behind and gave Prowl orders to assist in the rebuilding of their planet.

But Cybertron itself was a shattered planet. And after a century of trying to bring it back to life, the autobots were forced to admit it was a lost cause. As a result, they were forced to abandon the home they had once known. They took what they could salvage and left their world behind. Returning to Earth was impossible, so a team led by Prowl went out ahead of the rest in order to search for a planet that could meet their needs. It was a journey that had taken them centuries. Most planets already supported life or was incompatible with their own.

Finally they had found one. A beautiful silver and blue planet that hosted a unique combination of organic materials and metals. The planets atmosphere would have been toxic to humans, but held just enough oxygen to cool the Cybertronians internal systems. The planets system included

a bright sun that took a little getting used to and an asteroid field that the bots were able to harvest for building metals. It was far enough away from other lifeforms that they would not be bothered.

A temporary base had been built for the bots to stay in while plans for the planet were made. It was here, in this base that Prowl spent all his time. He worked more then he had when the war had been going on. He never stepped foot outside. Never once took a look at the planet that was now home. Few bots risked his temper in order to talk with him.

A knock sounded at the door and before he could tell them to go away, both Sunstreaker and Sideswipe pushed their way inside. Prowl let out a low growl of irritation, in no mood to deal with the twins at the moment. They were two of the few that still sought him out, and there was nothing he could do to chase them away. If he yelled at them, they yelled back. If he stuck them in the brig, they got Ratchet or Optimus Prime to let them out and were soon back. If he struck out at them, they simply endured it. If he hid from them, they found him.

But more often then not, they were what kept him sane these days. There had been times in the past that he had given up hope of everything, tempted far too many times to simply fade away. But the twins were always there to bring him back, even if they weren't aware of it. And he wasn't sure if he should hate them or be grateful. For Prowl, life without Jazz was merely an existence. A very painful one at that.

Facing the twins, Prowl scowled. "What do you want this time?"

Sunstreaker scowled back and crossed his arms while Sideswipe gave a small smile before responding. "We are going out to explore the planet and thought you might like to come with us."

Prowl was already shaking his head before the red bot was finished talking. "No thank you. I have no wish to see this planet."

"Prowl-" Sideswipe sighed as he saw the stubborn look cross his commanders faceplates. Turning, he and his brother made their way to the door. Once there, Sunstreaker paused and turned back.

"Fine, have it your way. But there is a storm incoming and it is expected to rain." Upon saying that, Sunstreaker followed his twin out of the room.

Prowl returned to his work, content to be left alone finally. But the twins last words kept coming back, and the promise of rain slowly lured him outside. He ignored the looks cast at him by the other autobots as he left the building. Before this, he had never once stepped out in to the world they now called home, and many mechs had believed that he never would. Recognizing his frame instantly, the bots watched as he slowly made his way toward the exit, his wings held high and proud on his back. Only a few, those closest to him, would have noticed the strain those wings were under.

Once outside, his gaze instantly went to the sky. Dark clouds gathered on the horizon and made their way towards him. Nearby, mining shuttles from the asteroid field hurried to land before the storm started.

He transformed and drove off base, noting as he did that many of his fellow bots had reverted back to their hover forms. He had not done so as he had not seen the point in exploring this world, and its bumpy landscape was rather rough on his undercarriage. Gravel and rocks bounced up to bite into his frame. He winced mentally, more concerned with what Ratchet would have to say then the actual pain it was causing. He scanned the nearby area and finding what he was looking for he moved towards a small hill nearby. From there he would be alone to watch the storm come.

The rain held special meaning for him, and there were few that understood why. The twins, Prime and Ratchet were probably the only ones left that did. For Prowl, the rain wasn't about the nourishment it gave the planet. It wasn't about the power or darkened beauty a storm could bring with it. And it was never, ever about the fear an intense storm could portray. For Prowl, the promise of rain meant that he would be closer to the only one that had ever captured his spark.

The rain had been present the first night he had dared approach his love. It was that same night he had first kissed Jazz. It had been there the day Jazz had first told him that he loved him. And there were many, many nights that he could recall simply being curled in Jazz's arms, listening to the soft pitter-patter of rain against the Arks hull.

As he lowered himself to the ground he turned his face towards the incoming storm. The silvery sky was darkened by the ominous clouds. An oppressive silence swirled around him, only to be broken by the whining of an overtaxed shuttle engine as it made for the base, rushing to make landfall before the storm hit with full intensity. He ignored it, certain that if there was a problem, others on the base could handle it. Keeping his face turned towards the horizon, he leaned back and imagined Jazz's arms closing around him.

Sideswipe watched Prowl slowly leave the building, heaving a soft sigh he turned towards his brother. "I really thought he would have gotten over Jazz by now. I mean its been centuries."

Sunstreaker pushed away from the wall he had been leaning against and headed down the hall towards their quarters with Sideswipe trailing behind.

"Its not always that simple, Sides. Sometimes even an unbonded spark can love another so deeply that it doesn't matter if they were never bonded. And losing that kind of love would be impossible to recover from."

The two continued to their quarters in silence. As they passed through the doors though, Sunstreaker turned towards his brother, his face carrying a concerned look.

"Do you know what worries me the most, Sides?"

Startled, Sideswipe stared at his brother, unable to remember ever hearing his brother say he was worried before. "What?"

"That one day we will only find Prowls greyed frame."

"You think he would offline himself?"

Sunstreaker sighed and shook his head. "No, he would never defile Jazz's memory in that regard. But its possible for his spark to simply give up if he decides there's nothing holding him here anymore."

Sideswipes mouth opened and closed, for once uncertain of what he should say. Silence filled the room for a few moment before Sideswipe finally spoke up, his voice was low and had a quality to it that Sunstreaker could not remember ever hearing before.

"Maybe it would be for the best, Sunny. I mean Prowl is in pain every single day. It seems a little selfish of us."

Sunstreaker stared at him, unable to think of a response. The Primes voice sounded over the intercom, saving him from having to.

"Attention all Bots. We have a shuttle with new arrivals coming in."

Sideswipe grinned, his previous conversation forgotten as he grabbed Sunstreakers arm and practically drug his brother out the door. They never missed the shuttles bringing new bots to their home. It had been a very long war and nearly everybot on the the base had a friend, family member or lover that they waited for and hoped would be on the next shuttle.

The war had scattered the bots, and as those that had returned to Cybertron set out on their journey they left behind a trail of probes. These probes had been designed to only respond to a Autobot signal and were instructed to give anyone accessing them the direction the bots had been headed. As a result every so often a shuttle, transport or even a single autobot would find their way to the new planet. In the beginning, Prowl had never missed an arrival. But his spark could only handle the disappointment so many times, and he had eventually stopped showing up. While the twins could not fault him for it, they continued to go, hoping that one day, fate would be on their side and bring the bots they missed home.

Prowl sat at his desk, working and attempting to ignore the looks that Jazz kept shooting at him. He knew that it would not be long before the usually hyper bot would start asking whatever seemed to be on his mind, and he would not get any more work done.

Jazz shifted and leaned forward in his chair. "Prowler?"

"Yes Jazz?" Prowl kept his attention mostly on the padd he as working on, but glanced covertly at the fidgeting bot across from him.

Jazz ran a hand over the desk between him and Prowl almost nervously. This caught Prowls full attention as Jazz was very rarely nervous about anything. But deciding to tease the saboteur a little more, he pretended to keep studying the padd in-front of him.

"I have a question, and I would like a serious answer."

"Yes, Jazz?"

Silence stretched between them long enough that Prowl was about to give up the charade and see just what was on his mates mind, when Jazz shifted again and spoke softly.

"When this war is over, will you bond with me?"

Prowls spark pulsed in his chest, and he forced himself not to race around the desk and gather Jazz into his arms. Determined to tease his love a little more, he calmed his spark and continued to gaze at the padd, even though he was no longer interested in what was written there.

"Yes, Jazz"

Elation crossed Jazz's faceplates before he noticed that Prowl was still deep in his work and the realization that he had probably not even heard a word of what he had said washed the look away.

"Prowl, did you even hear me? I just asked you to bond with me."

With a chuckle, Prowl gave up the pretense and half stood to lean over the desk. With a caress, he slid a hand under Jazz's chin and pulled gently, bringing the bot close enough to kiss him deeply. Pulling away, he leaned his fore-helm against Jazz's and smiled tenderly at the dazed look on his mates faceplates.

"I heard you Jazz, and yes, I will bond with you when this is over."

Jazz laughed and pulled Prowl close for another kiss.

Arms tightened around Prowl but he didn't realize that they weren't just his imagination, his attention focused on the sky as the first drops of rain began to fall. Smiling softly he curled deeper into the embrace, absently caressing the hand that pressed against his chestplates. His gaze turned towards the sky as it began to rain in ernest. The wet drops hitting his armor with soft pings before sliding down to leave a trail on his armor. Warm lips pressed against his helm and Prowls spark pulsed with contentment. Happy to be in his mates arms once again, even if it was simply in his imagination.

"It's raining, Jazz." Prowls voice was but a whisper, barely audible above the sound of the storm.

"Let it rain, my love, let it rain."

Prowl froze. Those words, while so like the last time he had heard them, were no figment of imagination. He turned to face the bot holding him slowly, almost afraid of what he would find. When his gaze found that oh so familiar visor, his spark clenched hard in his chest. He reached up to touch it softly, still afraid that Jazz would vanish, that he would turn out to be just a mirage.

Jazz gave a smile and pressed into Prowls hand before kissing the bot passionately. A few minutes later a loud crash of thunder startled them and they drew apart. The rain began to fall harder, turning into a downpour. The two bots curled closer and watched the storm. Content to simply hold one another. There were question that needed to be answered, but they could wait.