Title: True Friend
Chapter: You're Never Out of Second Chances
Pairing/Characters: Prowl, Jazz
Verse: G1
Words: 2
Warnings: None.
Summary: A series of one-shots outlining the friendship between our Autobot SIC and TIC. Not slash but if you wanted you can take it that way.
Disclaimer: Do not own Tranformers, the song, or Hannah Montana.
Notes: Based off of the song 'True Friend' by Hannah Montana.
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"So ya sure you don' need any help?"
Prowl sighed inaudibly and set his stylus down beside the report he was attempting to finish for Perceptor, pinching the bridge of his nose; a habit picked up by Optimus though technically he had picked up the habit from Sparkplug whenever Spike did something almost-dangerous with Bumblebee. Really, how holding the bridge of one's nose was supposed to relieve stress or tension was not quite clear to Prowl, the organic creatures had interesting ideas as to how they express themselves.
"Yes Jazz. I am very sure I require no assistance in completing these reports." He answered, very patiently he might add for being asked the same question for the twentieth time in a joor.
Yes. He was counting.
Jazz had recently been Pit-bent on visiting him during his should-be break time; though it was a well known fact to everyone on the ARK that Prowl was a stranger to the term 'off-duty'.
Prowl looked up and to the left where Jazz was standing next, annoyingly close to his chair and personal space, just in time to see the dangerous saboteur pout and cross his arms childishly. Prowl sighed inwardly and then waved a hand, "Now, if you have nothing else to report or ask then would you please leave me so I may finish these datapads. Alone."
"Well," Prowl resisted the urge to run a hand over his face, another clever trick of expression from the humans, "Ah do have one more question."
"Yes Jazz?" Prowl asked for further clarification to the 'one more' question comment after a full two breems of silence occurred and speaking with a trained tone of patience that had developed solely for his friendship with Jazz.
"No, uh, hard feelin's about meh knocking down the datapads when Ah came in, righ'?"
Reminded of the previous 'grievance', Prowl merely gave Jazz a dry look and the saboteur chuckled, raising his hands in defense. "Gotcha, gotcha. Leavin' now. Just glad ya gave meh a second chance." He said side-stepping and walking backwards toward the door. "See ya-"
CLATTER!
Prowl shuttered his optics with a heavy sigh as he crossed his arms on his desk and watched Jazz scrambled to scoop the ten fallen datapads into a wobbly stack. Observing his attempts to keep the ones in his hand balanced as he picked up another on the floor and knowing that it was just a flimsy show for amusement, though for him or Jazz was actually uncertain, Prowl quirked a grin, "You know fully well you are never out of second chances." He paused, reaching for his stylus and then continued with a contemplative expression, "Somehow."
Jazz grinned, standing straight with all ten now perfectly stacked in ordered chaos. "That'd be meh charm, Prowler."
"I suppose so... now you can take that stack back to your office. They must be completed and returned to Optimus in the next two joors."
"Prowler!"
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