*looks at happy and healthy bunny and muse…and party's!*

Yay! My muse is BACK! I'm FINALLY out of that funk of mine…so now I can write!

The secrets revelation is soon…muhahahaha!

So, thanks all my reviewers, hope you enjoy this, I had plenty of time to work on it during HNU!

ON WITH THE FIC!

"FREEDOM!"

Jazz's cry of freedom could be heard all over the Ark, no-one could blame him, he had been stuck in the med-bay for two weeks after all…with only Ratchet da Hatchet for company!

And Wheeljack when he managed to blow up his lab…Wheeljack, the singular entity in the universe to make a toaster explode just by touching it…

In fact, explosions had been completely re-defined, and had been placed into two category:

Explosions, which went by the before-Wheeljack definition, and then there were Wheeljacks.

Wheeljacks, well, let's just say they are all explosions that don't fit under the category of explosions.

Needless to say, Ratchet wasn't pleased, especially when the explosion took out the rest of the science division, including Skyfire!

Fixing Skyfire was something Ratchet dreaded, his systems were wired the way they were before the war, and ratchet wasn't the best with such wiring…

Skyfire getting critically injured was Ratchets biggest worry, he hated it when he lost a single patient…regardless.

Only a select few knew how much it hurt him…

And how much he loved kicking them out of his med bay.

"AHM FREE!"

"From Ratchet, unfortunately for you, you have a rather large backlog of data pads, my friend" said Prowl, smiling ever so slightly.

Unless you knew the signs…then you could tell he was smirking, yet smiling in releaf at Jazz.

The most obvious sign was his doorwings, if one could read the language of doorwings, they were screaming his relief and mirth at his comrades current predicament.

The second sign were his optics.

As the famous writer Roald Dahl once wrote 'most people smile with by curving their lips father however, smiled with his eyes' and Prowl was the expert at that.

When amused, his optics would brighten and sparkle with contained mirth, and Jazz was pretty sure that time the Twins pranked Ironhide by painting him barbie pink with glitter, before replacing his weapons with fluffy pink bunnies, and replacing the ammo in his guns with those little flags that say BANG! On them, Prowl was close to laughing, and when he was alone in his office, laughed it out.

It would sure explain the noise he heard coming from Prowls office…

And right now, Prowls eyes were shining almost as brightly as they were that time, as Jazz whined and complained about his situation.

"Do ah HAVE tah do them?"

"Yes Jazz, their mostly reports of the latest missions from Special Ops, and no-one else can do those, and three-quarters of the remaining are unavoidable data-pads that must be done"

"An the rest?"

"Are data-pads that have been sent down the chain of command"

"Wha?"

"Enjoy your work, I need to refuel now"

And with that, and one final twitch of his doorwings, Prowl left.

"Tha fragger…"

"Who did what where when why?"

"Prowl just told meh ah got a huge backlog of data-pads"

"And?"

"That most o them have been sent down the chain o command"

"Times like these I'm glad I'm not an officer"

"Bumblebee?"

"Yes?"

"Go away before ah shoot you"

"EP!"

Bumblebee ran away as fast as he could. Why? Because he knew Jazz could, and would, go through with his threat, and he liked being out of Ratchets med bay thank you very much!

Jazz sighed, and tramped over to his office.

Times like these he hated being TIC.

"These things are EVIL!" Jazz yelled, frustrated, throwing the data-pad at the door, where it was plucked out of the air in front of him by a calm looking Swoop.

"Wow, good catch Swoop"

"Me Swoop, learn these things, living with brothers, you learn fast, or get hurt"

"Why would ya get hurt?"

"He Grimlock, throw things when angry"

"Wow, remind meh never to get Grimlock angry"

"Ok, me Swoop, will do that"

"Ah didn't mean that literally but…anyway, why are yah here Swoop?"

"He Prowl, send me to get you, Jazz"

"Why?"

"Something about new battle, he says"

"Ok the Swoop, thanks"

"You welcome, anyway, me Swoop glad, he Ratchet bed-dancing"

"Wha-" then Jazz decided he didn't want to know.

A choice he would either bless or cure at a later date…but let's just say Swoop and the other Dinobots aren't called overgrown sparkling's for nothing.

Kids have no morals…a universal thing, regardless of which planet one is on, and Cybertron is no different.

"Ok, thanks Swoop, I'll go right away"

"He Prowl also say, bring data-pads"

"Which ones?" oh please don't be the ones he thinks they are…

"ST-3V3"

Damnit…looks like this was gonna be REALLY boring…

He really hated ST-3V3…damn that Eradi! Couldn't he just be an Eradicon and save everyone the trouble?

He really hated ST-3V3. So much, it demanded to be said twice, in two different sentences, on after another.

With a heavy sigh, Jazz grabbed the data-pads ST-3V3, and left his office, leading to Prowls, feeling more and more like running away with every step.

The problem with that though, was that it have to happen later rather than sooner, and it would be even worse.

Had he mentioned he hated ST-3V3?

"And so, that is the latest schematics…troops to be dispelled here and here…blah blah blah…"

Prowl sighed, shifted in his seat, and allowed him doorwings to droop in boredom.

Mentally of course.

In reality, all that happened was Prowl cycled his air that fraction harder, and shifted position to see the map properly, and lowered his doorwings so that those behind him still had a clear view.

No-one needed to know that Prowl didn't pay any attention to Optimus's long-winded speeches either…he had a reputation to uphold after all.

"Blah Blah Blah, meeting adjourned"

FREEDOM!

Prowl felt like singing, it was over! Instead, all he did was raise his doorwings…that extra few degrees didn't mean anything to anyone.

Idiots…and they wonder how he's so good at telling when fliers and door winged mech are lying.

He could read them like a book…and the best bit was, they couldn't read him, he prided himself on his ability to keep his wings in their formal V shape, regardless.

The only one who could break him was Jazz…and he knew it.

It was a bad weakness…he put everyone at risk with that weakness.

Oh well.

"Prowl, Jazz?"

Damn, and he was hoping to escape and go on YouTube for a bit…what? Red looked up porn and yoai manga…or was he looking at his own? Yaoi manga, he mean.

"Yes Optimus?"

"Can you and Jazz go over the meeting and plan for the next spy mission please?"

"Yes Optimus" oh god, please no…

Damnit, no YouTube for him then.

Jazz sighed as he walked, again, to Prowls office with a bunch of data pads, AGAIN, he really didn't need this!

He swore Primus hated him right now…

TWO PAINFUL HOURS LATER

"Ok Jazz, you're free to go now"

"Finally!"

Jazz turned, and escaped out the door, clutching the data-pads to his chassis…at least, that was the plan.

In reality, Jazz raced for the door, and tripped, sending him in an extremely hard, fast and ridicules face plant, sending the data-pads flying in the air above him.

With anyone else, Jazz would be able to pull it off, but not with Prowl…so he tried to bluff it out anyway.

"Hey look, its tha floor!"

What was that noise?

Jazz lifted his head...and then a data-pad fell on his head.

"Hi floor!"

What was that? Was Prowl…laughing?

Jazz sat up, and looked.

Prowl was laughing.

Prowl. Was. Laughing.

PROWL WAS LAUGHING!

In fact, Prowl was laughing very very hard, so hard, he was doubled over, clutching his sides, while tears of mirth ran down his face, only to increase at Jazz's wounded look.

"Hey, it wasn't THA funny"

"Yes…it…was!" Prowl gasped between laughs, doorwings flaying wildly.

"Prowl, Ahm hurt!"

"Oh Jazz, I know that was accidental, and that was so funny!"

"Strange sense of humour then" he huffed, an insulted look still on his face.

"I'm sorry, but it was funny!"

"Ahm leaving!"

With that, Jazz grabbed the data-pads, and marched from the room dramatically.

After Prowls laughing had subsided, (with the exclusion of the occasional chuckle) Prowl went onto YouTube…and then realised something.

Jazz would probably recognise his laugh…which meant if Jazz was already suspicious…there was a high chance of him being discovered!

Jazz's quarters

Jazz was sitting on his berth deep in thought.

There was something familiar about Prowls laugh…he recognised it from somewhere…but where?

He knew, just KNEW, if he figured out where he had heard that laugh, he would be able to figure out Prowls secret, he just knew it!

But where had he heard that laugh?

Hi there! Now, how many of you know Steve the fan made Eradicon from Transformers:Prime? Well, I didn't know about him till a little while ago, and let me just say this: I couldn't help it! I love Steve…he's da bomb! So, whether Steve will make another appearance, I don't know, I just added him in cause I wanted to… same for Swoop! I love him!

So, anyways, see that little button down there that says review story? WELL, I NEED YOU TO CLICK THAT IT WILL KEEP ME AND THE BUNNY/MUSE !