Ok, so, I got a challenge to write an angst fest with a HAPPY ending. Big challenge huh? I've decided to use torture. Torture is always angsty. Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers. Warning: SLASH! This is dedicated to Hunting Osprey! In honor of Sin's Of The Past. I will be writing a seperate fic, in honor of her fanfic. Because its amazing. One of my favorite stories. If you havent read it, you should. Its awesome. Ok, sorry! SORRY! I didn't mean to take so long updating! GOSH! I'm working on ten million things at once, I have a five year old and a job and! Mouse Dragon is here. Gimme a break.

"Communications Link"

"Out Loud"

Episode 4- So it begins

"We want in."

"What?" Jazz pretended to be surprised. He had known since this had happened that they would.

"I said, we want in. Myself, Sides, Prowl. We want in." Sunstreaker said, not looking up from the atomic pulse cannon he was cleaning.

"Prowl stays."

"Why?"

"Someone with a cool head needs to be here for Optimus."

Sunstreaker nodded. "When are we leaving?"

"As soon as I'm done meeting with Shimmer. Wait for my signal and be ready to move."

"We'll be ready." Sunstreaker neatly clipped his cannon back together and got up. "I'm going to get in some target practice."

With a heavy sigh, Jazz slipped out of the base, his mind racing with thoughts of how to talk Sync into letting a group of untried warriors run a mission with the Hell Riders.

-Ten Minutes Later-

Jazz grinned as he felt the tiniest hint of movement in the air. Leaning nonchalantly against the side of the building where he had told Shimmer to meet him he began to sing softly.

"Here comes the sun doobie do do, here comes the sun and I say, it's alright..."

In an instant the air moved again and Shimmer dropped his cloak, seemingly materializing out of thin air in front of him. The recon specialist regarded the saboteur solemnly for a moment. Standing exactly three feet taller then Jazz, his amber optics burned into deep blue ones. If looks could kill, they would both drop dead.

"Your still as ugly as ever Shimmy."

"And you still sound like a glitch-cat yowling, Jazzle"

In an instant, both sets of optic's softened and an almost cheshire grin slid across Shimmer's scarred face. Reaching up, Jazz tenderly ran his fingertips along the jagged weld scar the went from the top of his head down his chest plate, stopping barely an inch above his spark casing, remembering the day he had almost lost his best friend and former lover. Shimmer grabbed his hand, narrowing his optics.

"No."

Pretending not to be hurt by Shimmer's blunt rejection, he withdrew his hand.

"Optimus's team wants in."

"Any good?"

"Good enough to stay alive."

Shimmer nodded, grinning. "Better be."

"They are."

In an instant Jazz was slammed against the wall, Shimmer pinning him roughly with a painful grip on his throat, thumb pressed warningly against the sensitive wiring of his neuro net, amber optics blaring, close enough to his own that he could feel the soft brush of the recon specialist's air intake valves blowing across his face. Jazz knew this game well. He didn't move.

"I missed you." Shimmers cheerful, almost giddy voice made him have to fight to keep from shuddering as the scout's wrist blade slid out and pricked the side of Jazz's cheek, just enough to draw a tiny droplet of blood. Jazz struggled to hold in a gasp as Shimmer leaned in, kissing the wound, then circling it with his tongue.

"Shimmer..." Jazz forced anger into his tone. He wouldn't betray Optimus.

"Is he worth it Jazzle?"

"Yeah."

In an instant, Shimmer dropped him unceremoniously on the ground and turned, disappearing as his cloak flickered back on. Jazz could tell he was walking away as his voice echoed through the air.

"Just making sure. We're meeting at the Scrap-Heap in ten minutes. Bring your team."

Jazz waited until he was certain Shimmer was out of hearing range and let out a sigh of relief. After all these years, Shimmer was still the sexiest mech he had ever known.

Standing just far away enough so that Jazz couldn't tell he was there, Shimmer grinned wickedly. Yep, he still had it.