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Chapter 4: Out of Hand

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Jazz was staring slurrily into his cube of high grade. He was barely listening to the chatter that made up the noise of the room. He was trying not to think about the nightmares of his latest memory loops his processor had been torturing him with. As it was it was late into lunar cycle, very late. He'd been avoiding Prowl who had been lurking around him at every corner lately, concern and determination written on both his faceplates and in his EM field.

It unsettled him. He was damned sure the praxian was onto what had happened in the mine... Jazz's grip tightened on the cube. Oh Primus please just let him forget about it...

An arm slung itself across his shoulder as Springer leaned against him. "Hey there Jazz, how about you and me get outta here and see just how talented you are hm?"

"Ge' offa meh Springer." Jazz grumbled.

"Aw don't be like that..." Springer said as a servo ghosted over Jazz's aft.

Jazz stiffened in the seat. "Springer... remove that servo before Ah do."

Springer's servo squeezed...

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Prowl blinked at the cell that the TIC was currently occupying. Jazz glared up at him, his cracked and dim. "Dare I ask why you are in here?" Prowl said in a dry tone.

"..."

Prowl sighed. "Jazz..."

Jazz mumbled something unintelligible.

"Come again?"

"Ah tol' 'im to ge' his servo's offa meh." Jazz grumbled.

"So he instigated the fight?"

"No Ah did. But only after the fragger groped meh."

Prowl's face remained neutral, but he couldn't stop the angry twitch of his doorwings. Jazz knew that twitch.

"Prowler, he don' need ta be reprimanded anymore, Ah think Ah did well enough." Jazz said as he pulled a green servo out of his subspace. "Though Ah think Ratch' might want this so he can put da fragger back togetha."

Prowl raised an optic ridge before gently accepting the hand. "... I think that your means were justifiable." Prowl said as he powered down the bars.

Jazz eyed Prowl's rigid movements. "Prowler, Ah know that look."

"Jazz seeing as you are the offended party, you should not worry yourself over Springer's actions."

"Prowler..."

Something snapped in the former enforcer. "You realize that this is your own fault. If you weren't so.. so promiscuous in your off duty activities this most likely would not have happened." Prowl said icily. "Now as I have already said do not concern yourself with Springer's punishment." Prowl said before turning and stalking out of the brig.

Jazz stared blankly in the Praxian's wake trying to come back. He finally hmphed before stalking out of the brig, not even noticing the crunch of metal under foot from what bits of Springer's hand that had fallen off when Prowl had crushed in his hand.

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"Thank you for being so willing to take on our newest problem sparkling Ultra Magnus, Kup. I can only hope that you will be able to teach him a little more respect for leadership than he already inhibits. I will have him out on the next transport." Prowl said before he cut the com and glancing over the desk at the triple changer.

Springer looked torn between a combination of nervous and delighted, the delight fading slightly as he noticed Prowl's gaze on him. "Um... Thank you sir?"

"Do not thank me. If you think that I am harsh with my rules then wait until you meet Ultra Magnus. " Prowl said with a slight glare.

"If you're done with me, Ratchet's commed me about a replacement hand..." Springer trailed off as Prowl stood behind his desk. He tried not to cringe as the SIC leaned forward.

"Listen to me and listen well Springer, you would be best off not mention anything about why you are being transferred. If I even hear a whisper of any kind based on the incident, you will not like the consequences." Prowl's voice was low and grim. "Now I suggest you get out of my office."

Springer was out within a klick of the dismissal. Prowl vented angrily as the door clicked shut behind the mech.

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Jazz glared angrily at the mechs that gave him a wide berth as they passed his table in the rec room.

"You realize that this is your own fault. If you weren't so.. so promiscuous in your off duty activities this most likely would not have happened." Prowl's words echoed through his processor, and Jazz couldn't help but feel that he was right. This was his own fault...

Another cube was set on the table in front of him as Blaster took a seat across from him. The red orange mech grinned at him. "How's it hangin' mah mech?"

Jazz blinked up at him, and before he could stop himself, "Look, could ya just stop with da lie?" slipped out of his mouth...

Blaster blinked at Jazz. "Pardon?"

"The ruse we came up with ta keep bots from tryin' ta hit on meh, can we just stop?"

"Jazz... Don't you think da damage has already been done? Ah doubt if anyone would listen ta meh if Ah did try tellin' da truth. But Ah will if ya want meh ta."

"Please?"

"Done."

"Thanks..."

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Smokescreen glance up from his one-sided card game for the briefest moment, as Jazz thanked Blaster and got to his pedes and made his way out of the rec room. He considered informing his brother about the information he had just overheard... But thinking back to how he had walked into Prowl's office to find the desk flipped, the floor littered with broken writing utensils. HE decided to file this away for another time...