A/N: TFA Prowl x Jazz drabble now!

Sensei

The tree swayed gently, Prowl could feel the soft breeze across his plating as he meditated. His sensor net buzzed with sensation and one by one each of Prowl's systems cycled online, rousing him from his deeply meditative state.

The leaves rustled, almost as if they were pleased that Prowl was now adequately distracted. The black, gold ninja tilted his head back and gazed up at the large tree. His optics moved over the leaves, watching the first rays of sunlight dance through the green foliage.

Letting out a soft sigh Prowl uncoiled from his lotus position and with the grace and agility of a cat, leapt onto the first branch.

The tree was old by Earth's standards, its foundations rock solid, its branches thick and strong. It held his weight without complaint as he climbed higher into the leaves. He lowered himself down onto one of the topmost branches and watched the sunrise bathe the warehouse with a golden sheen.

Prowl soaked up the warm rays, they at least helped to melt away the tension threatening to take over his slender frame. On lining his optics, Prowl vented another troubled sigh.

"Trouble rechargin' again?"

Prowl's helm dropped, his optics falling onto his hands resting in his lap. The voice needed no more confirmation and the tree trembled a little with the added weight of the bulkier, white ninjabot.

Prowl peered up at Jazz's warm smile, the one he always wore for him. He tried to return it but his spark wasn't in it and he lowered his gaze once more.

"Prowl ya know ya can tell me anythin' right?"

Prowl gave a subtle nod and remained silent. Jazz seated himself with practised balance before his fellow ninja. Crossing his legs, he waited, just as he had always done.

"Do you ever think about him?"

Jazz was shaken out of his light meditative trance by Prowl's smooth voice, cracking with barely suppressed emotion. Tilting his helm to the side questioningly, Jazz studied the lost, searching look etched across Prowl's face.

"Master Yoketron, do you ever think about him?"

Jazz leaned back casually, his hands supporting his weight, while he stretched out his long legs, resting them beside Prowl's, their armour barely touching. Peering up at the fluttering leaves Jazz pursed his lips in thought. "Sometimes."

Prowl nodded at the simple, honest answer.

"What do ya think of, when ya think of him?" Jazz asked, his blue visor now fixed onto Prowl's face.

A little taken aback by the question, Prowl found himself searching for an answer. Shame and regret welled up inside his spark. "I forget his face sometimes." Prowl frowned at the admittance. "Like the memories I have of him are fading and he'll eventually disappear forever."

Jazz nodded with understanding. He'd lost friends before, he knew that feeling well.

"He was everything to me." Prowl continued, his voice low, troubled. "He did more for me than anyone else, even my creators. He taught me so much." Prowl paused and his optics met Jazz's gaze. "How could I forget?"

Jazz felt his spark melt at the pained and desperate look on Prowl's face. He wanted nothing more than to hold him and take away all his pain. Resisting the urge, Jazz began to chuckle instead.

Prowl frowned at the sound and he let out a soft snort of disdain. "Does everything have to be a joke to you?!" He snapped, getting swiftly to his feet. A hand closed around his wrist before he had chance to leap out of sight.

"Now wait just a minute Prowl." Jazz's voice was all business. "I'm not laughin' at ya. I'm laughin' at Master Yoketron."

"What?" Prowl was horrified. For all their growing closeness, Prowl sometimes doubted he really knew Jazz at all and right now he was shocked and disgusted at his words.

Jazz shook his helm at Prowl's indignation and his smile returned. "When I first became his student, I was a joker, a clown. I was always playin' pranks on the other students and I was too quick t'be caught fer my own good."

"What does this have to do with…"

Jazz placed a single finger on Prowl's mouth and smiled. "Let me finish." Chuckling lightly, Jazz shook his helm as he remembered. "Now I got my comeuppance. Master Yoketron got me good. Played the biggest prank of all and I was his target. Oh I was humiliated and so mad. I had my stuff packed and was off t'join the 'Guard then and there."

Prowl's curiosity got the better of him. "But you didn't leave." He did know that much.

Jazz shook his head. "He caught me, well he was waiting fer me at the exit and ya know what he told me?"

Prowl shook his head, no.

"He told me that a spark at peace is one that allows ya t'laugh when ya pride makes ya angry. It lets ya smile when ya grievin' and it lets ya forget guilt of ya past when ya discoverin' happiness fer yerself. A spark at peace is the greatest strength a mech can ever hope t'possess."

Jazz continued to smile at Prowl. "He played a joke on me in order t'teach me, t'get me t'listen t'him. He reached out t'me personally and nobody had ever done that fer me before."

Prowl's shoulders slumped in defeat. "I just don't understand why I forget his face. It feels like I'm being punished." He trailed off with a mutter.

Jazz moved closer. "Naw mech, yer the one doin' the punishin'. Tell me have ya been happy recently?"

Prowl's optics snapped up at the question. "We've been spending more time together."

Jazz let out a gentle laugh. "And have yer been enjoyin' yerself?" He stepped closer, bringing their frames to almost touching. "Have ya been content?"

Jazz's voice had dropped low and was soft, inviting to Prowl's audio. He allowed the voice to soothe his troubled thoughts, fill him with comforting warmth. "Yes." He whispered as if scared that it wouldn't be true if he spoke it too loud.

Jazz lifted Prowl's face with his hand so their optics met. Prowl drank in the vision of Jazz's bright visor and warm smile resting on his attractive features. A faint gasp escaped past his lips when the white ninja rested his other hand flat against Prowl's chest.

"Then it's ok t'forget."

Prowl shuttered his optics as Jazz pulled him close.

"We'll always have what he taught us." Jazz's face brightened with a beatific smile as he felt Prowl hold him tighter in the embrace.

"When did you become so wise?" Prowl murmured against the taller mech's chest plates.

Jazz laughed and lifted his helm to look out onto the city, enjoying the comfort and calming peace of the morning sun. He could feel Prowl's spark pulsing faintly through his armour, matching the beat of his own, he vented out a soft sigh.

Remembering his Master, his Sensei he would have sworn he could almost hear the old mech's rich voice echoing on the wind.

"A spark at peace is the greatest strength a mech can ever hope to possess." Shuttering his optics, Jazz drew Prowl even closer to him and finally understood.