Summary Jazz and Optimus get closer and will Prowl ever escape?

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Love?

Optimus stared down at his bonde. Jazz wasn't getting any better. He still spent all day with Bluestrek and spent the night crying. Optimus frowned. This was not what he had expected. He expected Jazz to get over it after a week. But, he still cried every day. What could they do? Well, they could get Prowl back, but where would that leave Optimus? He'd be without Jazz. But he doesn't like this Jazz. He stood up and left his office. Optimus had a check up with Ratchet. Unless he wanted a wrench to the head, he better not be late.

Prowl stared up at the ceiling through dimmed optics. He'd spent the entire week in Megatron's berth, being used as a sex toy. He hated it. All he wanted was to be free and see his family again, his Jazz and Bluestreak. Primus he wanted to get out of here and get Optimus. This was all his idea. It was Optimus's fault he was in this room, in pain. The door opened and Megatron walked into the room. Prowl turned his head away. He knew what was coming.

"Prowl, it's been a week and still, no sparkling. I haven't even seen your spark in fact. I'm getting bored Prowl."

"Why in Primus's name would I have a sparkling with you? You're a monster Megatron. You know full well I'm not here by choice you bastard."

"Yes, I still have to thank Optimus for this. I owe him one. Now, open up for me Prowl. You have a long night ahead of you."

Optimus sat on the berth in the medbay. Ratchet was finishing his check up.

"Optimus, how is Jazz?"

"Still upset."

"I see. Do you think it's time for us to get Prowl back?"

"No. It is too dangerous to attack the Decepticon base. We must wait."

"We're done here."

Optimus nodded and walked out of the room. He'd find Jazz and comfort him some more. Ratchet stared after him, a frown on his face. Something about Optimus was different. With any luck, this check up would make things clearer.

Optimus wrapped his arms around Jazz, offering comfort and protection. This was perfection.

"Optimus. Do you think we'll ever get Prowl back?"

"I don't know Jazz. But remember, you're not alone. You have me and Bluestreak."

Jazz looked into Optimus's eyes. He pressed a kiss to the side of Optimus's mouth.

"Thanks Optimus."

Optimus smiled. Maybe this wasn't such a bad idea after all.

Ratchet stared at the readout of Optimus's physical in confusion. This wasn't right. These reading were all wrong. He had to show them to Ironhide.

"Ironhide, I think you need to see this."

A/N Done. R&R please. Next chapter, what's wrong with Optimus an did Megatron finally get his sparkling?