AN: Alright, so I know I haven't updated this in a while. I'm really, really sorry, school has just been annoying me and I haven't really gotten that much inspiration for this until now, so be happy that I at least got this far, because I could have been like those other authors who put their stories on hold. I'm not saying that they shouldn't do it, I'm just saying it can get really dissapointing looking for a story you haven't read yet, finding it's amazing, and the person has it on hold for like, ever.

Just so everyone knows, the bluestreakxtwins thing won so if you are giving me an idea for the story, please really help me put them in in some way. I'm thinking of Bluestreak badgering Prowl while the twins harass Jazz, but we'll see

So anyway, onto the story! Reviews are majorly appreciated, and some ideas too.

Jazz's POV

Black, that was all I could see, all I could find at the moment. Stupid processor, why'd ya have to crash on me again? I though bitterly, the black that was all around never once letting up, if anything it got heavier, like someone had not only turned off the lights, but completely closed all windows and doors to the point of complete and total darkness.

I couldn't feel my body, which made me panic for a moment before I recollected myself, figuring that it was a side effect of the viscous crashes I'd been having the last couple of days. Well, at least I can't feel any pain, that's a good thing. I floated in the darkness for a while, collecting all my thoughts, not letting even a second go by without concentration, or else the dreams would come back and haunt me again.

Dreams, how humans can live with seeing them every night of their existence is beyond my understanding. They can be so confusing, yet spark-wrenching, make you full of rage and hate, yet want to curl up in a ball and hope when you finally do fall asleep that you don't wake up again. However, the ones I had been experiencing felt so much worse, they weren't only confusing or spark-wrenching, they made me feel powerless and alone, like someone had pulled the ground out from under my feet, but instead of everyone trying to stop my fall, they were watching or laughing, sometimes both, and it made me want to run, run away from all this hurt, all this confusion to finally be safe again.

Like that will ever happen I thought bitterly, for while most of these dreams were different, they were all the same in one way: Prowl. He was present in every single one, whether it was breaking my spark, or making me feel like the happiest mech in the whole universe, he was always there. Sometimes he was just sitting at his desk, filing reports as usual, other, stranger times, he'd be up, walking around, just enjoying the scene before him, whether it was Earth's beautiful landscaping, or Cybertron robotic cityscapes, he'd still be there. Sometimes I'd be with him, other times, the harder times for me to see, he'd be with someone else, or he'd be alone. I actually think it's when he's alone that makes me saddest, at least with someone else he looks happy, while if he's alone, he'll look normal to anybody else, but I can see that he's hurting, wanting some companionship.

I finally give in, I let the darkness and the dreams it ensured grab a hold of me, there was really no point in fighting something that's going to happen anyway, sooner or later, they would take over again. I prepare myself, breathing in slowly, a habit I had gotten from Spike, turning off my optics, and breathing out, steeling myself for whatever these dreams will throw at me this time.

I finally turn my optics back on, finding myself to be some sort of garden, a garden of crystals almost. I think I remember this place sort of, Prowl would tell me of this beautiful garden near where he lived called the Helix Garden, this has got to be it. I turn to see if I can find Prowl, only to come face-to-face with what will probably be the most dazzling sites I shall ever see, or dream, I guess. He stood before some of the huge crystals, light bouncing off of them to land beautifully on his black and white armor. He had such happiness and admiration in his face, I couldn't come to grips with disturbing him, not with him looking so happy. He also appeared older, maybe a couple hundred years, but that could still make a difference in one's appearance I'm sure.

For a moment he appeared startled, never taking his eyes off of the crystals, before turning to me and smiling, giving me another opportunity that I wished I had in real life.

"Sorry, I almost forgot you were there Jazz," he apologized, turning back to the crystal he had been staring at. "I don't mean to forget you're there, it's just that I've missed this place so much. I would always come here as a youngling, and now that the war is over and that it's been rebuilt, I'm just really amazed."

"Don't worry 'bout it babe," I said as I walked up to him, kissing him lightly on the cheek. "This is all for you, just think of it this way: once we have sparklings, we can bring 'em here, and you can give 'em the official tour."
He did that chuckle that I love hearing, his beautiful features seeming to do the equivalent of a human's blush. "That does sound like a wonderful idea, we'll have to start, "preparing", I suppose too I guess," he said before first kissing me on the corner of my mouth, then full on, having to lean down a little to accommodate for our height difference.

He slid his hand around mine, before breaking our amazing kiss and leading me out of the garden to an apartment, which I could only guess was our from the clutter of earth music and neat piles of books and papers. The apartment really seemed to suit us too, what with its size and apparent use of both of our styles, balancing them out completely. He lead me to what I could only guess was our bedroom, but that was it, darkness reigned again. Everytime we were about to do something, the dream ended, and it was usually something important, no like just interfacing, but other important things, like him confessing he loved me, or finding out I'm carrying or something else life changing.

I floated through the darkness, new pain lancing through me again, but a light buzz of happiness blocking most of it out. That had been a pleasant dream, maybe not as long as I wanted it to be, but it was still pleasant, and it helped calm me some more, if only that could truly happen, if only…

Third person POV
Prowl and Ratchet watched the machines as Jazz rested after crashing, nearly sending Prowl into one himself. It had been about a day and a half since he had gone offline, but Prowl could wait till the ends of the Earth if he wanted, hell or high water he was going to stay with Jazz until he was awake again. He and Ratchet watched as again, his systems seemed to stress themselves again, only for it to stay that way, not letting up for a while. Ratchet cursed beside him, standing up to go check the machines to find out what was wrong, but by the time he had crossed to the machines, Jazz's systems had already relaxed again, almost into an ordinary recharge state, which was nearly believable by the soft whisper of Prowl's name that came from his lip plates.