Now tell me." Jazz said ignoring Sentinel's screams. "Why?"
Meanwhile, all the Decepticons, including Megatron, were terrified of Jazz at the moment. Prowl was surprised and terrified, but Jazz wasn't the only thing he was surprised with. The Decepticons, in general, were what was surprising him. At the base, Megatron wasn't my lord he was just….Megatron. The Decepticons were all one big happy family. They laughed together, joked together and even flirted with each other. They were more of a family than the Autobots, and Prowl found himself wishing he was part of that family. He found himself wanting to join the family. He was dismissing the thought from his processor when he heard a screech.
"You useless slagging piece of scrap!" the Decepticons sighed and warily raised their helms at familiar argument and fight between Starscream and Knock-Out.
"It takes one to know one love." Knock-Out growled. The banter and name calling continued until Starscream left in a huff. Knock-Out left not to long after. Prowl looked confused.
"Am I the only one who can see the sexual tension between those two?" He asked in obvious confusion. The Decepticons were all quiet… And then they all burst into laughter.
"You," Barricade said, "Have no idea how right you are. You are now officially my favorite person."
"You can't have him! He's mine!" Skywarp yelled and grabbed onto Prowl's arm.
"No, he's mine!" Blackout yelled and tried to pry off Skywarp. Megatron just watched with great amusement. He was counting down in his head how long it would take for-
"You are all gravely mistaken." A smooth,cool and seductive voice said. "He's mine."
"Yes Jazz." All the Decepticons backed off. Huh Megatron thought. That took him under five seconds.
"Prowl, love, come with me." And Jazz gently took Prowl's servo and led him away. Once they were in a private part of the base Jazz turned around.
"Do you want him off-lined?" Jazz asked. Prowl's answer came a lot faster than he thought it would.
"I want him offlined, and I want to join you." Was Prowls quick answer.
"You want to WHAT?!" Jazz asked baffled. {AND with a lot of hope because he LURVS Prowl.}
"I want him offlined, and I want to join you." Prowl repeated.
"I'll have him offlined my-"
"No." Prowl said. Jazz raised a optic ridge in confusion. "I want to do it myself." Prowl eborated. "That scrap piece beat me for years. I want to offline him" Prowl said this with such venom, tha Jazz didn't think it would be wise to disagree.
"O-kay then. I'll tell Megatron about your defecting." Jazz took a step closer to Prowl. "You'll have to get your insignia changed, as well as your optic color." He said taking another step forward.
"I know." And then Jazz's lips gently captured his.
"I love you Prowl."
"I love you Jazz." And they kissed again.
(Time skip 'cause I want to)
"He wants to WHAT?!" Megatron asked in shock.
"You heard me." Jazz said.
"I-well-he…"
"Can he, or can he not?"
"Yes of course. He'll have to-"
"I know."
"And he'll have to go into battle against-"
"I KNOW."
"And he'll have to change-"
"I KNOW!" Megatron raised an optic ridge.
"Someone's in a good mood today." Jazz just glared.
(TIME SKIP)
"Prowl? Can I talk to you for a minute?" Megatron asked.
"Of course. What do you need?"
"Do you really want to defect? If so, why? Weren't the Autobots like your family?" Prowl was silent.
"They weren't really."
"What?"
"They weren't really my family. I always felt left out, excluded. If I wasn't being left out or excluded, I was being teased and made fun of. They thought they were being funny. They weren't. They celebrate everyone's birthday and throw parties for them, except for me.
"When I came here, I was accepted. I made actual friends, and I found love. I found a family who I would willingly die for."
"You weren't willing to die for the Autobots?" Megatron asked, ignoring the love part. Prowl shrugged.
"It was more of an obligation, a requirement. But that obligation has worn very thin. I'm sick of being treated like scrap, and then expected to do everything." Prowl said, a dangerous edge coming to his voice.
"M-kay, you've convinced me. Do you want fangs or talons?" Prowl's optics literally lit up.
"Fangs!" Megatron chuckled.
"How long?" He asked, amused.
"As long as Jazz's, or maybe shorter." Prowl stated. Megatron grinned. "Oh! And just on these four here." Prowl said pointing to four specific dentas.
"I'll tell Knockout and Shockwave." Prowl nodded.
"When will it happen?"
"Whenever you are ready." Megatron assured him.
"You ready?" Shockwave asked. Prowl nodded.
"Okay. so I'm going to give you an anesthetic to dull the pain for two reasons. 1) because I like you, and 2) Jazz would kill me if you felt even a little amount of pain." Knockout stated. Prowl smirked and then everything went Prowl woke up, he felt Jazz holding his servo. He opened his optics, and saw the worried face of Jazz looking down on him.
"Are you alright love?"
"I'm fine."
"Not for a while you aren't going to be," Megatron said. "Sentinel has escaped. We don't know where, how, or when, but-"
"WHAT?! WHO THE FRAG LET THAT HAPPEN?!"
"Ummm, well we don't really know who-"
"WELL THEN FIND OUT WHERE HE IS!"
"We're trying but-"
"WELL THEN TRY HARDER!"
"Megatron we found Sentinel!" Skywarp said. "He's on Earth with..."
"With WHO?!" Prowl roared.
"With the Autobots." Skywarp said quietly.
(Time skip. Dey on Earth now.)
"Come on Bee! I want to go!" Sam yelled. Sam was as excited as any human teenager would be. The Autobots were going all the way to New Mexico to their new base, and Sam was to live there with them. So yeah, he was excited.
"Jeez Sam chill." Sunstreaker muttered. Soon all the Autobots were on the freeway on their way to their base when: WHEE-OO! WHEE-OO!
"Oh FRAG. Is that Barricade?!" Sunstreaker yelped as a saleen mustang came into view.
"SLAG! Yeah that's Barricade, but who the heck is with him?!" Sideswipe asked as another police cruiser joined Barricade.
"BUMBLEBEE! Protect Sam!" Optimus bellowed as they were soon surrounded by seekers. Megatron and Jazz transformed and stood of to the side. The Autobots transformed and eyed each other warily. if Megatron was standing off to the side, this was bound to be bad. Barricade transformed and stood off to the side as well. And then the other police car transformed...
"PROWL?!"
Prowls red optics scanned the crowd, ignoring the cry of surprise from it. Finally, he found who he was looking for.
"Sentinel." He hissed. Said mech took a step back.
"Prowl?!" Everyone said in shock again.
"You let him back in?! After everything he did to me, you let him back IN?!"
"He felt resentment-" Optimus began.
"He felt resentment." Prowl snorted. "I highly doubt that. This pile of no good scrap metal would do or say anything to get out of trouble. ANYTHING! You know this! And yet, here he is, alive and well, almost as if he got no punishment! So are you telling me, that you were to thick helmed to see through his lies, or that you ignored the fact that he was lying, and just let him in? Which is it Prime?!" The Autobots stared at Prowl with shock. He had called Optimus, "Prime".
"I-"
"Which is it?!" Optimus was silent.
"Bee!" Sam whispered. "Who's Prowl?" Bee looked down at Sam with immense sadness in his optics.
"Prowl was our second in command. He was our main tactician, and the best at it. He was captured by the Decepticons, and then we never heard from him again. He was a good friend-" Prowl snarled.
"I was a good friend?"
"Uh-oh…." Megatron muttered "I would run away now. You hit his sore spot."
"I was a good friend. Well, that's good, considering that you bots were the worst friends in the history of Cybertron!"
"What?! No we weren't-" Prowl snarled.
"Did you ever celebrate my birthday? No."
"Well we-"
"Did you ever include me in anything besides teasing? No."
"Did you let a traitorous, backstabbing, abuser back into your ranks?" Prowl unsheathed a knife. (I think Prowl got his love of knives from Jazz.) "Yes." Prowl threw the knife and it pinned Sentinel to pavement. Prowl took a step, but he was blocked by Bee. Sam and the other humans were shocked. This was an Autobot?!
"He's changed Prowl! He really has!" Bee cried out.
"Get OUT of my way Bumblebee." Prowl straightened.
"You'll have to kill me in order to get to him." And the Autobots were relieved. There was no way that Prowl would be able to kill Bee. Right? Prowl cocked his head.
"Very well." And then faster then even the Autobots could comprehend, he stabbed Bee in the spark.
"NO! BEE!" Prowl threw Bees now lifeless frame to the side, and continued his advance on the helpless Sentinel. He kneeled down at Sentinels side.
"You will pay dearly for the pain you caused me." Prowl hissed. Then he threw yet another knife at Sentinel's spark-mate. Sentinel screamed in pain as he felt her life slowly drip away. "That knife was poisoned. She is in an extreme amount of pain, but it will soon pass...as her life disappears as well." Sentinel screamed as another wave of unbearable pain swept through his frame. Finally the pain dulled, but a new pain soon came as he realized that his bond with his spark-mate had been severed.
"WHY?!" He screamed. "She had NOTHING to do with this!" Prowl laughed coldly.
"And why should I care?" Sentinel never got the chance to respond as Prowl drove a knife straight through his spark. Prowl stood up and surveyed the rest of the Autobots.
[Decepticons] he said through the coms. [Attack.]
Epilogue
Jazz walked into the berthroom with a smile on his face.
"Hey Prowler." He said, using the nickname the Decepticons had given Prowl. "Come here. I want some snuggles." There was a gentle laugh heard from the corner of the room. Jazz frowned. Was Prowl working? Prowl wasn't supposed to be working. "Are you working?" Jazz asked, a bit of danger heading into his voice. Prowl laughed again.
"I'm working on a plan to get Knockout and Starscream together, yes." Jazz's visor lit up.
"OOH! Let me help! You have no idea how long I've been shipping those two!" Prowl smirked.
"You see that?" He asked pointing to the data pad. "That's how many mechs are on this document, planning how to get Knockout and Starscream together. Even Megatron and Soundwave want the two to just ask each other out." he said, pointing a talon to the long list of names on the document. Jazz stared. Then he looked up at Prowl.
"That's a long list of names." Prowl gently kissed Jazz's helm.
"Yes. Everyone just wants them to get their slag together, and just frag." Jazz snorted.
"I still haven't gotten my snuggles." He held open his arms, waiting for Prowl to put down the data pad, and pay attention to him and him only. Prowl smirked and put down the data pad. He pulled Jazz close and gently hugged him. He peppered Jazz's helm with kisses, and then nipped gently at his audial fins. Jazz gasped. Prowl smirked down at the now squirming figure of Jazz. He gently nipped the audial fins again, and then went back to kissing Jazz's helm. He kissed his way down until he got to Jazz's mouth. Then, he gently captured it, and gently slid his glossa in.
Jazz slid his arms around Prowl's neck and deepened the kiss. When they finally broke away, there were only three words they could say.
"I love you."