Chapter 10: Collision: True Confessions: Jazz

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Jazz awoke from his short recharge after a couple of megacycles and discovered most of his pain was gone. He decided to make an attempt to get up. "Bad idea" he muttered out loud after he managed to sit. His neck and shoulder began to throb again, a deep ache. "Prowler?" Jazz asked in a surprisingly strong voice.

Ratchet was by his berth again. "Nope, sorry. I discharged him to his quarters 3 breems ago. I hope he decides to not be stubborn for once and actually recharge some. He isn't allowed to work for two more decacycles. How are you feeling now?"

Ma neck is throbbin but other than that I am ok considerin' how ah was yesterorn. Thanks doc bot."

"You really are something Jazz, It should be doing more than just throbbing. Had that shrapnel been thicker or been flying any faster it could have decapitated you. It severed a couple of energon lines and your shoulder was dislodged. Jazz, honestly if you had not transformed when you did you would have been one with the all spark right now. You lost a great deal of energon and coolant the other orn. Don't take it lightly. I don't."

"Ah don't either Doc bot. Just before ah came to ah thought ah was offline, and yeah ah know it could happen ta any of us at any time given this Primus forsaken war. ah know ah give you the pit sometimes." He looked at the floor. "sorry."

"It wasn't a reprimand, Jazz. I wish I could take all the credit but the way you heal so quickly is impressive. If this continues you will be out by the end of this decacycle and light duties for the next. It will be sore for a while but the more you move it the faster it will heal." He checked his monitors and probed the top of Jazz's shoulder."You are right though any of us could join the all spark sooner than we would like, that is exactly the reason you shouldn't keep putting off telling Prowl how you feel in a more direct way. Clearly you already know how he feels. It is unlikely that he will take the initiative in this. You need to make an obvious move. You told him you needed to clear up somethings do it at that is no excuse not to. You cant refuse to live because of the possibility of death. You cant assume Prowl doesn't want to take that risk and be close. He is stubborn though."

"You're right. Ah did tell him that ah wanted to clear somethin up." Jazz laughed. "Time to be impossibly obvious. He better hope he agrees to go. Ah'd hate to have to demonstrate to him some of my sabotage when it comes to his energon rations" They both laughed. Jazz was pleased to discover it no longer hurt to do so.

"Time to make a move Jazz."He paused. "Your arm and helm I mean. Stand up. And lift your arm above your head."

Jazz winced but did as he was told without complaining. This was going to be a long week. They went through a round of exercises including transforming back and forth before Jazz got tierd again. "ya killin me Doc Bot!"

"No, Im not Shockwave. You wont offline on my watch. I have invested too much in you glitches to do that."

After several breems of various stretches and workouts he sat back down. "Doc why did Prowler do da upgrades? Ah know he got special opps antiviral upgrades. He didnt need that when we stole the cons tech. He said he did the thing with the glitches to help his recovery time but the other makes no sense. Unless..."

"That is confidential, Jazz. Ask him. I think you know anyway. You heard his confession the other day. He still doesnt know you know. If you dont it would be better coming from him." He grabbed a cube of energon and handed it to Jazz. " You've done well for one orn. Drink this and rest a bit. It is getting late and I have someone else to see. If you need me, you have my comm frequency."

Jazz fell into recharge only klicks after Ratchet left and awoke to a discussion of bonding.

"Who Bonded?!

"No bots the we know have bonded, Jazz" Prowl told him.

"Not yet anyway" Ratchet answered laughing.

Jazz knew immediately what he missed but decided to play dumb. Despite the conversation about offlining and not being promised another orn he still wasnt ready. He would tell Prowl everything at the end of the evening as he walked with him back to his quarters. He used the silly pet name he assigned Prowl.

"Prowler, you are coming to the party, right?

Jazz was excited with the response. A celebration of...them? Jazz liked the sound of that and really didnt hear the rest. This was going to be easier than he thought. It bothered him that he didnt explain the upgrades yet. "Prowl and his crazy timing. If ah know him, he is going to script what he wants to say. I cant let him follow some crazy preplaned lines. I will make him be real." Jazz told himself. It was going to be a good decacycle. He could feel himself heat up and his visor lit up. "What did Ratch mean anyway. We wouldnt make too much of a mess although I would prefer more room". He laughed but started hurting again.

Prowl sat on the edge of the berth. He laid out schematics he had for a party and the invitations, they were very formal. He had already made arrangements to get energon. He knew the twins had some and negioated less brig time for them. Jazz of course had the music and entertainment planned. It would end with something soft to set a mood for any couples who were bonded or wanted to be. They were letting thier guard down and became aware of each others EM fields. It was comforting for both of them though neither would admit it. They talked in the medbay for a couple of megacycles until an exausted Ratchet dismissed Prowl.

"it is late. Rest both of you. I expect an invitation you know."

"Dont worry. You and Jackie will have one for sure." Jazz told him visor glowing with delight.

A/N: I did the first chapters with very little of Jazz's "accent" (We all know he has one and that is one of the things I love about him.)The last two I attempted to actually write the way he talks. I usually write the way I talk My own southern U.S. slang.) and because of that a beta might not be a bad idea. Any volunteers? Anyway my question is for consistency should I fix the last two chapters and stick to more proper speech for Jazz and allow you to hear his accent in your mind or should I change the others and write it. I have read both and either way I still hear his "urban slang" I understand English isn't the first language of all my readers so this might make it more difficult. I don't know. Opinions on that are greatly appreciated. I can change either.

Next chapter...the party and the aftermath. J