The bunny is strong in this one.

It was that dreadful time of year again when one was expected to visit their parents.

The sky was blue, the sun was shining, the birds were singing, and Jazz couldn't remember why he ever thought that this would be a good idea.

Driving down to the south was easy. Yes, the drive was laborious and long, involving multiple motels and many strange looks from their managers, however it was almost nothing compared to Jazz's parents. Every year they insisted that they stay for the week, even though they always escaped after the second day, and it usually involved suspicious food and being slobbered on by the small army of dogs that milled around the country house.

Right now, it was early morning and Jazz was still knocked out in his bed, tangled up in the sheets as he dribbled into his pillow. Prowl was wide-awake and walking through the small orchard that he had found, basket in hand as he picked the oranges from the trees.

When Jazz's mother had walked into the kitchen to find Prowl getting himself a glass of water, she had immediately shoved a basket into his hand and asked that he tended to the orchard and picked all of the oranges. Not one to deny his host, Prowl immediately went out to do so. He was quickly joined by a pug who had one eye locked onto him at all times, the other looking directly ahead. It was somewhat unnerving.

As he reached up to pick an orange on a higher branch, a slightly larger dog that looked like some kind of spaniel decided to barrel full-force into the backs of his legs, sending him flying.

And with Prowl, the oranges went soaring too.

The moment Prowl was down, the two dogs immediately ran at his face and began licking, slicking up his hair and trying their hardest to make sure every inch of his face was thoroughly licked before they lost interest and began preying on the oranges instead. Prowl had learned long ago that it was pointless to try and push them away as they nibbled on his hand and began to lick that instead.

"No!" Prowl yelped, quickly scrabbling up to save the oranges before the dogs devoured them. He managed to save all but one, which the pug was now galloping away with, jaws locked around the mangled fruit. The spaniel was bouncing after him, yapping excitedly.

Stupid animals.

Sighing, Prowl decided that it would be best to return with what he had, and made his way back to the house.

"Ah told ya that this was a bad idea!"

"Calm down, it's not so bad."

"Yes, it is bad! She's gonna ask why I haven't got a girlfriend yet an' then demand that she has grandchildren!"

"I thought she already did?"

"Exactly!"

Prowl tried to understand what Jazz had just meant, but decided that it was most likely only to end in pain and failure and decided to ignore it. Instead he grabbed onto Jazz's elbow and proceeded to drag him down the hall, cotton socks slipping and sliding along the polished wooden floor. "Your parents are waiting for us."

Much to Jazz's annoyance, both of his parents spent most of the evening harping him about settling down with someone and telling him about his job. The truth about his job. They'd heard about his broken rib and were badgering him to cough up and admit that it wasn't from him braking too hard while driving. Prowl simply sat in the armchair closest to the blazing fire that had been lit as soon as the sun had started to set, mug of coffee in hand as he barely hid his smirk. Oh, the joys of parents.

The very next morning, they said their goodbyes and quickly sped away before they could say anything else. This was mostly because Jazz knew he couldn't spend another minute with his parents harassing him without snapping and punching one of them, and partly because a pug was eyeing Prowls leg in a way that suggested that their mind was not in savory places, and Prowl was not too eager to go through with that experience again. The last time that had happened, Jazz had filmed it while crying with laughter.

Thankfully, common sense had stopped him from uploading it onto youtube.

"Your parents seemed to be happy to see us." Prowl remarked as they stopped at a red light. The hand that wasn't on the steering wheel was adjusting the air conditioning.

"They're always happy ta see meh." Jazz retorted, slumping back into his seat.

"You should visit them more often."

"They should be visitin' meh more often. The drives a killer."

"And you'd subject your parents to that?"

"They can visit meh sister or brother on their way."

Prowl simply rolled his eyes as they started moving again, slowly navigating through the town before they reached the motorway again.

I never expected to get reviews that quickly *sweats*. I don't really know what direction this will go in as it's kinda just a load of random things bundled together, so if you wanna see anything or have any suggestions for it I'm all ears. High five to MoonWallker! :D

~Llama