Jazz was sick down to his spark of the color purple. Purple walls, purple floors and purple doors. Purple mechs and their fraggin purple sigils. If he thought about purple for one more second he was going to meltdown his processor and offline! This was what naturally happened when he was left, alone, for a long time, staring at too much purple through the murky twilight. Slag, where was Prowl when he needed him!
He was quickly losing his grip on reality, and Jazz knew it too. He was flashing back to previous detentions by the Decepticons, times when he was left broken and leaking for his comrades to find. And Prowl was always the one who lead those rescues, who ensured he made it back to the Ark still functional, or who got Ratchet to his location before he bled out. Had Prowl forgotten him? Had Prowl abandoned him, perhaps escaped the base and left him behind?
Horrible traitorous thoughts started to overwhelm his confused processor. He covered his visor with his hands, trying to block out that hideous purple color and the doubts it brought to mind. He couldn't stand the thought of having been abandoned, alone. He was losing the one thing he needed more than anything else if he wanted to survive. He was losing hope. Prowl was his hope. Where was Prowl?
Suddenly a loud rending of metal broke the silence and cut through the doubts and confusion clouding Jazz's mind. Some mech opened the door to his cell bathing the space in a sickly yellow-orange glow, and another black and white clad body was harshly tossed back in to land as a shaking heap on the floor. Then the door slammed closed, and the orange light flashed back to almost black.
"Jazz," Prowl's voice pulled Jazz the rest of the way back to reality. "Jazz, say something!"
"Prowler, is that you?" Jazz didn't really believe his own optics at this point. He knew it could just be a Con trick or something like that. He needed to know for sure.
"Yes, it's me Jazz. I'm here." Prowl stretched out a shaking hand and Jazz grasped it tightly. All his doubts broke with that simple gesture. His hope had returned. He was so relieved he fell speechless.
" I would never leave without you, if I could help it." Prowl continued, giving Jazz a weary half smile, flashing his optics to half power in sort of an odd human like wink before dimming them back down. "We are in this together. I am concerned, however, as Soundwave has been called in for our next round of questioning. I don't know…"
Jazz cut him off quickly " Come on, Prowler. I was havin' a bit of a panic, but it's ok if you're ok. I know you're good. Soundwave don't stand a chance against ya. I trust ya. I knew you'd never leave me, not really."
"Do not lose hope, Jazz. Prime and the others will find us. We must stay strong for them." And for each other, he thought, but he didn't need to say that out loud.
He pulled Jazz toward him into an awkward one handed embrace, and suddenly those purple walls just melted away and Jazz felt himself relax in the safety of Prowl's arms.
