Author's note:

Any Transformers characters or terms do not belong to me. They belong to Hasbro and Michael Bay and the other people who are not me. This is a sequel to the previous chapter 'Jazz Sees What's Going Down'. The song used for this fic is 'Hello' by Evanescence. My friend Ayame helped me to write this fic.

Bold - Lyrics to the song

Bold & Italic - The little voice is talking

Italic and Underlined - Prowl is answering the little voice

Italic - Flashback

"Quotes" - Regular speaking

:Blah: - Comm. Link talking


Playground school bell rings again

Two black and white mechs sat outside a small building. Each had a cup of energon in front of them. One of the mechs had a blue visor covering both of his optics. He was talking about femmes, and said something naughty enough to make the second mech do a spit take. The second mech's door wings raised slightly as he glared at his friend across the table.

"Jazz, I really do not want to hear about your interfacing life!" the second mech said, trying to regain some dignity after almost spitting on a rather attractive femme. The first mech gave a broad grin and his visor appeared to glow brighter.

"Aww c'mon Prowlie! You need to hear about my interfacin' life 'cause you don't have one!" Prowl glared at Jazz before rubbing between his optics. Jazz was giving him a headache. A bell chimed from somewhere far away, and Prowl shot up.

"Frag! I'm late for my shift at the docks! See ya later Jazz!" Prowl said, chugging down his energon and taking off. Jazz's laughter chased him as he ran.

Rain clouds come to play again

"Optimus," Ironhide came over to his leader, a sad look on his face plates. Optimus turned to face his weapons specialist. Prime's processor didn't register what was in Ironhide's arms until the black mech whispered, "We lost Jazz." Prime glanced into Ironhide's arms. Sorrow filled his spark as he saw his music-loving third-in-command torn in half. Optimus took the mech from Ironhide's arms, and turned to address everyone else. Even as he spoke of Jazz's courage, he wondered where he was when one of his top soldiers was getting torn in half by Megatron.

Month's passed. Ratchet worked his aft off on a million-and-five different theories on how to bring Jazz back. Arcee and her two sisters soon arrived on Earth. Then Sideswipe came. About a month after that, Teletrann 1 picked up an encoded autobot transmission. Once Teletrann one translated the message, Prowl's voice sounded from the speakers: "Optimus Prime, this is Prowl. I am on route to the coordinates you mentioned in your last transmission. I should land within a few days." Optimus shuddered a little at the thought of what he had to tell Prowl: his sparkmate was dead. The sound of rain echoed around Prime as he walked outside and transformed.

Has no one told you she's not breathing?

Making impact with Earth was not the most pleasant sensation in the world, weather or not he was in a protected pod. The landing was rough. Prowl opened the pod and stood up. He reached out with his spark, trying to feel his sparkmate. He could not find Jazz anywhere, and Prowl winced. He'd known he wouldn't. Not after that brief wave of pain and love he'd felt from his mate all those months ago. Prowl figured out his coordinates and scowled when he realized he was five miles off course from where he was supposed to meet the others. He quickly found a road and scanned an alternate form. He chose a police cruiser that just happened to be passing by. When he was sure it was safe, he shot out onto the road in his new form and drove off. He arrived 10 minutes later and returned to his bipedal mode to greet the others.

Prowl looked around, still hopeful despite how illogical it was to think Jazz would be there. Optimus caught his glance and sighed.

"Jazz died in a one on one fight with Megatron, Prowl. I'm sorry." Optimus said. He watched as Prowl's faceplates fell.

"C-can I see him?" Prowl asked softly.

"I'll take you to him." Ratchet replied. Both mechs transformed into their alternate modes and headed for autobot headquarters. The other autobots made sure to fall behind. No one really wanted to see Prowl when he got to Ratchet's med-bay.

Hello, I'm your mind, giving you someone to talk to. Hello.

Prowl couldn't recharge. It wasn't the first night this happened. He hadn't slept well since he landed on Earth. Since he let himself fully realize the Jazz was gone. When he did recharge his procesor was plagued with imagined scenes from Jazz's death.

Good going glitch for brains! You knew he'd do something stupid if you weren't around! Now he's dead because of you!

Prowl wasn't exactly sure who the voice was. Merely that it was there. But how could there be a voice? He was alone in his quarters. It was illogical to believe there was a voice. Then again, nothing seemed logical with Jazz gone.

Hey! Slag heap! Can you hear me? I know you can. I know you're listening, and trying to deny that I'm here because I'm 'illogical'.

I can hear you. Stop calling me names. Who are you? Prowl answered, annoyance filling his mental voice.

Who do you think I am? The other voice was teasing and rude, And no, I will not stop calling you names. I'm here to piss you off, bother you, break you. Name calling bothers you, might even help break you. Prowl didn't respond for a moment, thinking this comment over. The voice took it as another opportunity talk. Heeeellllloooooo? C'mon Prowlie-

Don't call me that! You aren't Jazz! Prowl's hands clenched into fists. His optics leaked.

"Jazz." he whimpered. The voice did not speak again that night, having completed its mission.

If I smile and don't believe

After being on Earth for about a month, Prowl knew the base like the back of his hand. He kept his office in perfect order. So when he saw a bag from the human fast food restaurant, McDonalds, on his desk he was confused.

"Uh, hello? Can anyone hear me?" The bag asked. Prowl smiled the smallest bit. On occasion he would imagine things talking. He shook his head slightly. "Hello? It's kinda dark and scary. A little help here?" Prowl glared at the bag as he sat down at his desk. He was starting to think this wasn't his imagination.

:Ratchet, I need you in my office: Prowl commed.

:What's wrong Prowl?: Ratchet sounded annoyed. Prowl sighed, knowing Ratchet was going to think he'd blown a logic circuit.

:A bag of McDonalds food is talking to me:

:I'll be right there Prowl!: Ratchet answered. The medic ran from the med bay, praying to Primus that Prowl wouldn't blow his logic circuits again. "Pit spawned Twins!" Ratchet growled. When Ratchet arrived, he was grateful to see Prowl fully conscious, but eyeing the bag with curiosity. Ratchet pulled out a wrench and smacked the bag with when it spoke again. Ratchet later found a human walkie-talkie in the bag. He found the other one with Sideswipe. The silver twin found himself being the first autobot to spend more than an Earth day in the brig.

Soon I know I'll wake from this dream

Prowl sat sobbing on Jazz's berth. Jazz sat next to him, hugging his friend close.

"I hate this so much Jazz!" Prowl cried. Prowl would only ever cry by himself or with Jazz. Sunstreaker saw crying as a sign of weakness. With all the fighting Prowl and Sunstreaker were doing lately, Prowl couldn't afford to be weak in front of the yellow mech.

"Are you sure you don't wanna just end your relationship Prowlie?" Jazz asked.

"I'm not really sure Jazz." Prowl answered, his voice soft. Jazz didn't comment, and let his friend continue to cry in his arms. Jazz wished there was something he could do to comfort Prowl.

Prowl woke up with leaking optics. He'd been re-living a thousand different moments with Jazz in his dreams.

Don't try to fix me, I'm not broken

:Prowl, come to med bay. Now.:

:No Ratchet, I'm fine.:

:Prowl, you haven't had any energon in three days. You haven't stopped working in two. You have two options; The med bay, or your berth.: Prowl growled slightly at his medics words.

:I am not damaged Ratchet. I will grab some energon and go to my quarters.: Prowl replied. He didn't want Ratchet worrying over him, so he got up and did as he said he would. But laying in his berth, he couldn't make himself fall into recharge.

Hello I am the lie living for you so you can hide. Don't cry.

Hey slagger. Still feeling guilty? Still lying to everyone? The voice asked in it's usual rude way.

What do you want? Prowl asked in reply. He was annoyed that the voice had returned.

I told you last time what I want. Maybe I should visit those glitch heads you call friends. I can tell them all about your little secret. What do you think of that, Prowlie?

You rotten fragger! I told you not to call me that! You don't know anything about me! You don't know anything about Jazz! Get out! Prowl growled at the voice. It didn't answer. It never answered again.

Suddenly I know I'm not sleeping

Prowl woke up to an arm wrapping around his waist. He launched out of the berth and turned to face whoever it was, weapons charged. The glow of the weapons died however, when he saw a surprised Jazz sitting there. This had to be a dream.

"Good morning to you too." Jazz commented, a smirk crossing his face plates. Prowl couldn't say anything. He felt his logic processor freezing. Prowl realized he wasn't dreaming, and the thought was enough to make him blow his logic circuits. He feel to the floor with dim optics.

:Ratchet… I think I made Prowl blow his logic circuits again….: Jazz commed the medic.

:I'll be right there. Frag it all Jazz!: Ratchet answered.

Hello I'm still here

Prowl woke up feeling confused. He appeared to be in the med bay. He felt a hand gently squeezing his own. He looked over and saw a mech in a bright blue visor.

"Y-you're dead." Was the first thing Prowl managed to say. Jazz smiled again.

"Nope! I'm still here thanks to doc bot, lots of salt water, and enough electricity to kill a human." Prowl shot up and wrapped his arms around Jazz, not giving a slag at the moment if he was supposed to be moving or not.

"Don't you ever do anything like that to me again!" Prowl snarled, hugging Jazz as though his life depended on it. At the very least, his sanity did. Prowl closed his optics in joy as Jazz's arms wrapped back around him.

"I'll sure try not to Prowlie." Jazz promised. And that was enough for Prowl. His sparkmate was home, and that was all that mattered.

All that's left of yesturday