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(I should have the Epilouge up tomorrow. A request fic for Optimus Prime 007, a humorous take on Prowl asking Jazz to bond with him. Thank you to eveyone who has red, reviewed and faved! I'm so glad you all enjoyed this story! Enjoy!)


Chapter 6


==A Week Later= Diego Garcia= Autobot Base= 6:45am= Prowl and Jazz's Quarters==

Today was the day.

Today Prowl was finally going to ask Jazz to bond with him, even if it deactivated him in the process frag it!

He left a cube of energon on the berth-side table, leaving his mate to be snoring lightly in the berth as he went to make a dent in his mountain of backlogged work.

Teletraan Jr., the mischievous computer that it was, decided to help him. The computer downloading its already quirky personality into a data-stick and projecting itself as a semi-solid 3D image which was a basic Icaonian frame with what Sideswipe, a rapturous watcher of the human TV, would call Tron lines, the luminous white lines, filled with data, crisscrossing his frame. "And you can help me, how?" he asked the enthusiastic ARK 2 onboard computer that was currently 'rough housing' with its creator computer in the great banks of wires and motherboards in Red Alert's Security Room.

"I've read Sunstreaker's Romance novels" the 'Hard Light' image grinned as they entered Prowl's office, the image flickering slightly as Prowl walked through the teen-computer's hologram, nearly dislodging the image stick from the frame it was buzzing around in. "I know how romance works!"

"Those novels are totally inaccurate" Prowl replied, seating himself as the young computer pouted.

"I could ask father?" Teletraan Jr. asked "He did make me after all"

"No" Prowl quickly snapped, wrenching his mind free from the thought of Teletraan-1 of all programmes copulating with another computer "That will not be necessary Junior, and no, I don't want to find out" he added when the quirky computer hologram opened its projected mouth to speak.

"So how you going to love him up?" the young programme asked as its hologram bounced in the guest seat, not even making the chair squeak as he pestered the SIC excitedly for details.

"Aren't you still grounded?" Prowl replied dryly as he checked his chronometer, mentally thanking Primus that Teletraan Jr. had a curfew to be back to the central hub before seven in the morning, when his creator computer was awakened to start the day.

"Frag!" the hologram cursed as Prowl dutifully grabbed the buzzing projection stick and plugged the image stick into his computer terminal, the junior computer giving him a cheeky image of a transformer giving him a thumbs up on his terminal screen as the computer downloaded himself back into the system. "See you later, Commander Prowl!"

With a ripple of electricity flowing down the wires and into the wall, Teletraan Jr. vacated Prowl's office.

"He's still the quirkiest computer I've ever met" Smokescreen yawned stumbling into the office holding a set of tactical data-pads filled with strategic information "Don't understand how you can be fond of him, pain in the aft. HE couldn't even steer the ship without assistance! Spaceport Therma ringing any bells in that advanced processor of yours?"

"We run into that spaceport because it was on our flight path. In hindsight I probably should have told Jr. to perform evasive manoeuvres" Prowl admitted with a shrug "And he's… endearing in his own way"

"You need your processor checked" Smokescreen snorted as he dumped the work load on the half cleared pile. "So how are we in the 'Bonding to Jazz' department?"

"Today is the day" Prowl said with conviction "And Primus help whoever gets in my way!"

==Autobot Base=Rec-Room=12:30pm==

Jazz sighed as he watched Sideswipe and Sunstreaker trash the minor twins Skidz and Mudflap in a game of Halo on the games consol, Bean, the coffeemaker, perched innocently on the table closest to the flashing game filled with flashing gun fire, thoroughly entranced.

"Heh, sparkling looks like I did when I first saw Prowl" he mused shaking his horned helm fondly remembering the uptight Commanding Officer of Praxus' most effective precinct when he had been brought in for a minor theft.

==Flashback! =Praxus= Four Vorns before the start of the Great War==

"Aww, come on mechs! It was two cubes!" Jazz grumbled as he was dragged forcefully towards the enforcer building, his servos stasis cuffed as if he was dangerous two enforcers flanking him.

"It was from the most expensive restaurant in Praxus" the black and light violet enforcer retorted, flicking his violet striped doorwings in a casual dismissal, shoving Jazz through the doors that reeled open to reveal the waiting room of the precinct surprisingly with only four mechs fidgeting on the seats before the reception.

"Theft" the baby blue and gold enforcer, decaled with the Ensign emblem, to Jazz's right commented to the receptionist bot looking up from her neat paperwork stack, her stylus pausing poised and elegant over the screen as the femme scrutinised him. "He's only due for a slap on the wrist wires and points on his record."

"What's his name?" the femme sniffed putting down her stylus and rotating her chair to the terminal.

"Jazz" he answered for himself with a coy grin "And who are you pretty femme?"

That earned him a stylus to the faceplate, both officers giving soft barks of laughter as the thick writing stylus dented his olfactory sensor.

"Frag it!" Jazz cursed holding up his servos to cup his bruised faceplate. "What's your problem femme?"

"Take him through to office two" the reception femme growled indicating with her sharp pointy digit to the innocent looking office just beyond the front desk.

"Hate to be you mech" the black and violet officer snickered as they prodded him towards the door of the office. "I hope the Commander's in a good mood"

"After Sentinel Prime was just here trying to recruit him?" the baby blue and gold enforcer snorted "Not likely"

Jazz shuddered as he was shoved through the door, the two enforcers behind him peering like curious sparklings through the frame as he stopped and stared…

The enforcer before him was beautiful! His black and white frame gleaming in the faux lighting, his chest plates a molten ruby under laid with the purest gold, the doorwings arched high and proud on the mechs back as he turned to see Jazz and his escort.

"Interceptor, Ensign Luminous" the golden opticked mech rumbled "What are you doing?"

"Delivering a thief, Commander Prowl, Sir" the Black and violet Praxian grinned giving a cheesy salute, giving Jazz the clue that they were the Commander's direct subordinates "First offence, needs a slap on the wrist plating before we let him go"

"Very well" the Commander said stiffly sitting at his desk as Jazz slouched into his seat, barely able to keep from drooling over the bot as he began his lecture in his deep resonating baritone voice.

==End Flashback==

What a slap on the wrist that had been, Jazz mused with a giggle into his energon cube as he drained the cube, remembering the repeat offenses he had performed to see his Enforcer Commander again. Interceptor and Luminous twigging early on that he had a crush and pointing him in the direction of their reporting officer as soon as they saw him, it was a shame they had both died in the ruins of Praxus…

Tearing himself away from the past Jazz smiled as he rose from his seat and exited the Rec-Room where Sunstreaker and Sideswipe were celebrating their victory over a sulking Skidz and Mudflap, by rubbing the horrible deaths their characters suffered in the minor twins' faceplates.

==Autobot Base= 4pm==

Prowl was nearly at the end of his tether, every time he made to get up and find Jazz, more bots came in with blasted work for him and he had been trying to get away since twelve-fragging-thirty!

He growled, nearly snapping his stylus as Ratchet came in to rant about seemingly nothing in particular, bar the bots being 'ignorant twits who can't resist trying to kill themselves daily and give me more work!'

The medic was closely followed by Red Alert asking him his opinion on how to upgrade his already numerous cameras, drone or otherwise, around the base.

"That's it!" he snarled to himself as he slammed the last data-pad in his finished pile and stormed out of his office, surprising his Prime who was coming to talk his SIC into taking a break.

"Prowl, I know you're busy but…"

"Not now! I'm on a mission!" he snapped at his commanding officer and down on an open comm. line, failing to cut it off or hear the back chatter as stormed through the base, missing stepping on Galloway who was arguing with Seymour Simmons over some classified folders, by a few inches.

He found the Autobot of his affections skiving his duty's outside, his frustrations boiling up until he finally grabbed his lover and span the startled saboteur to face him, "Jazz, I've been run over, dropped from a bridge, had my doorwings dislocated, and had more interruptions this decacycle than in my entire career as an Autobot. So I'm just going to cut to the chase. Will you Bond with me?"

Jazz's mouth opened and closed like a goldfish for a good five minutes staring at Prowl as if he had lost his mind.

"Prowl…I…" the saboteur suddenly blinked, winking his optics behind his visor on and off before advancing on the now mortified SIC a predatory frown on his faceplates as he herded the black and white mech towards the outer wall of the Autobot base. "Prowl… that has to be the most unromantic way of asking a bot to bond, and not only that…" he closed the distance, pressing into the tacticians personal space, olfactory sensors nearly touching, lowering his voice from the steady loudening shout to a whisper "I accept" he finally grinned, sealing the deal with a chaste kiss to the startled Praxian's lip-plates.

"Though I must ask" the silver mech asked as he nuzzled Prowl's neck cabling after a moment's thought "What possessed you to propose over open comm.?"

"Open… Comm?" Prowl asked completely bewildered before his silvery white faceplate completely drained of energon in horror filled realisation, his happy elation crashing like a bird without wings. The banes of his existence, Sideswipe and Sunstreaker, calling down the public line that every Autobot on base was listening in on,

"We are so throwing a party!"

Prowl crashed two seconds after…