A/N: I'm in a weird mood. I'm thinking this is going to be bittersweet fluff. Anyway….Partially inspired by OptimusPrime007 fic in '30 days and 30 nights.'

Also, next chapter this get's moved to the 'M' section. The three chapters after this will be sticky. So you are forewarned.

Song: Sweetest Goodbye

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: MinorSlash

Disclaimer: Nope, I don't own this. Just using it for amusement.

Inspired by Maroon 5 – Chapter 7 – Sweetest Goodbye

"What are we?"

The abrupt question broke Jazz of from his plans for his mission, and he looked up, confused, at the other mech in the room. His optics took in his friend, those doorwings arched high as ever. There was no other indicator in his posture to give away the reasoning behind the question. Quietly, he asked, "What do ya mean Prowler?"

The Praxian continued to stare at him intensely, those light blue optics lancing through his visor to the sapphire optics beneath. "Surely, Jazz, you do not think the question was an obtuse one."

"It is a bit, yeah."

Prowl canted his helm to the side, and he asked quietly, "How would you define us?"

Frowning, the saboteur replied, "We're good friends. Ah trust ya completely. And Ah don't trust many mechs. Ya're one of five Ah trust that much."

"Ah." The small sound gave away nothing as to Prowl's thoughts as he looked back down at his datapads. The abruptness of it all unnerved Jazz, his suspicions rising.

"What, don't want to be friends anymore?" he asked nonchalantly as possible. Damn Prowl for being so stoic! He couldn't tell anything in the body language or in the nuances of his tone. It bothered him. The tactician had not been this guarded around him in a long time. What had he said or done?

"On the contrary, I value our friendship very much," Prowl replied, and then he allowed one, tiny smile to slip through his barriers. "After all, who else could I trust to let me collapse around them after the fall of Praxus? I shall never forget your support then. Nor of when you gifted me with the miniature crystal garden for my sparkday just before we left Cybertron. No, Jazz. I would never want to end something so special."

As the chevroned mech looked back down, the visored mech pondered over those phrases, turning them over in his mind. The key to his friend's problem was here, he had a feeling in his gut.

'Something so special,' now that was important. True, they were very close. Close enough that they spent a lot of their time in each other's company. They confided in each other often. Their hopes, dreams…fears and inadequacies. Their past loves. 'Trust' was another key feature. It was hard to trust in times like these, no matter how wonderful Earth was.

The way he said 'I would never want to end something so special' implied that whatever he was thinking about was linked to it possibly damaging their relationship as it was now.

Well, Prowl didn't want to stop being friends. Which left the other direction.

It clicked.

"Prowl," he murmured, "we are very good friends."

The other mech made a noise to indicate he was listening.

"And ya know, if it weren't for the fact Ah got a long mission tomorrow, Ah'd want to talk this out. About…about movin' on to somethin' more."

Prowl's helm snapped up in a quick movement, emotions flitting across his face too quick for Jazz to completely analyse them all. But among them were dismay that he had been figured out. And embarrassment. And fear. He asked quietly, "Do you find the idea repulsive? If you say no to spare my hurt please do not do so."

Jazz frowned. Did Prowl think that low of himself? Truth be told, Prowl had been at the top of the list of 'mech's I wouldn't mind settling down with.' Leaning forward and clasping a pearl white hand in his, he gently fondled it, laying it flat before letting the fingers curl into his own.

"No. It ain't. Ah told ya Prowler. Ah trust ya more than Ah trust any other mech," the saboteur replied, looking into those shy blue optics. Truth be told, he had found his friend rather…cute at times.

"I trust you just as much," Prowl replied quietly, his stance relaxing. Even his doorwings finally fluttering slowly.

Jazz's expression dropped and he sighed. "Ah don't have the time to reassure ya about what we mean to each other. About how we want to mean to each other. Ah've gotta get ready. Y'know, for-"

"For your mission," the tactician concluded.

The other nodded.

They were silent then, holding hands and pondering what they wanted.

Jazz made to get up, but the gentle and insistent hand keeping him where he was stopped him.

"Can you…can you give me something to keep me hoping while you are on your mission?" Prowl asked shyly, the faint sheen of a blush staining his cheekplates.

Smiling at the adorable expression, the visored mech came around to his friend's side and slowly ran a finger over the leading edge of a doorwing. Their optics were locked on each other the whole time as his finger continued to rub and trace over the outline in a promise. He leaned down, inhaling the scent of sweet oil and standard polish and pressing a kiss to the shoulder, relishing in the small gasp emitted by the Praxian.

"That's the sweetest goodbye Ah could ever give," he murmured, and left the room, the promise of being lovers once he returned hanging in the air.

A/N: Well, I hope you liked it! I know, another short one, but I'm really tired at the moment. Like…really really tired.

But reviews are always appreciated and loved.