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The most dangerous thing in the world is a second lieutenant with

a map and a compass

Jazz frowned. Normally, he was pretty good with directions. As in, didn't need them at all. He had to be, otherwise he'd have gotten caught by the 'Cons ages ago. He looked around, then back down at the map. "Aw, c'mon!" he muttered. "Are ya kiddin' me?!" Because according to the map, he was nowhere near where he was supposed to be, and he was supposed to rendezvous with the rest of the Autobots in about fifteen minutes. Essentally, he was lost.

Prowl was not going to like this - not one bit. He sighed and commed Prowl. "Yo, Prowler."

"Yes, Jazz?" Prowl said with a sigh.

Jazz smirked. Prowl had given up on trying to get him to use his name, and suffered the various nick-names Jazz came up with. "I'm gonna be late."

"Dare I ask why?"

"Cuz I got lost." Dead silence met that one. "Uh, Prowler?"

Prowl shook his head. "You. .got lost?"

"Yeah. Don't ask me how, I'm not sure how I got me lost."

"But. . .you don't get lost."

"Well, I did, an' I have no idea where I am."

Prowl was quiet for several seconds, before he responded. And when he spoke, his voice was strained. Either from trying not to lock up, or explode in anger. Jazz really couldn't tell. "Jazz?"

Jazz winced. He was angry. "Yeah?"

"Get back to the base. Now."

"I would, if I knew where I was, Prowler. That's part of the problem. I haven' the foggiest idea where I am."

Prowl grew quiet again, and Jazz could imagine the tactician strangling the air in front of him. "Jazz -"

"I'm in trouble, ain't I?"

"You have no idea, Jazz."

"Hey! This ain't mah fault! Ya'll thought it'd be a good idea to send me out here!" he protested.

"Just stay where you are. I'm sending Hound and Trailbreaker to get you."

"Man, now ya just makin' me feel like a little sparklin' again. I didn' do anythin' wrong!"

"Stay put."

Jazz scowled down at the ground. He glared at the map, hoping that it would catch fire under the heat of his gaze. Lotta slaggin' good ya did me, ya overgrown peice of paper! he thought venomously.

A few hours of pacing, more muttering later, Hound and Trailbreaker arrived. Hound transformed and waked up to his boss. "Hey, Jazz."

"Yo." Jazz stood up from the rock he'd perched himself on. "Can we leave?"

Trailbreaker hadn't approached Jazz, and the reason was pretty clear. Trailbreaker's frame was shaking from repressed laughter. Jazz gave him a dirty look, and transformed. "Can we just go? I wanna refuel, get a shower, and recharge and forget this ever happened."

Hound laughed. "Come on, Jazz. Let's get back to base."

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A/N - Poor Jazzy. I had to give him a hard time, and besides, if you wanna get technical, he is second lieutenant. Sorta. Well, anyway, read, review, and let me know what you think!