I promise to finish the other fanfics I have, but i figured I'd let you all read a slight love triangle. Heh

No romance, safe to proceed.

Ch. 10

Prowl was walking down the halls reading a data pad when he noticed that Black light's office door was open. His wings flicked as he grabbed his blaster, and slowly walked to the door. "Freeze!" He quickly blocked the door with his body and blaster held out in front of him. What the tactician wasn't expecting was to see Jazz sitting in the chair with his helm resting on his arms. "Jazz?"

The Praxian walked closer to the Polyhexian and noticed that he was in deep recharge. He looked around in confusion, wondering why he was here. While he was trying to come up with a logical answer Jazz started mumbling something. Prowl leaned in closer to hear what he was saying. "No please don't hurt me. 'm sorry."

Hurt? Prowl looked in confusion but felt it best to keep this to himself until he could get Jazz to talk. He gently shook the black mech's shoulder and in a quick fluid motion, Prow ended up face first into the desk with his arms pinned between his wings. "Ow, Jazz it's just me." Jazz's hold on him loosened until he stepped back. When Prowl stood up and turned to face the mech and saw an unreadable expression on Jazz's face. "Jazz, what are you doing in here in stasis?"

"Black light is out on a mission and Ah was runnin' through some new drill techniques. Must've been tired, Ah don't know how ya do it Prowler." Jazz picked the chair back up before sitting back down with a tired groan and rubbed his optics. He watched as Prowl sat on the chair across from him and attempt to pick up a datapad, but his servo shot out and grabbed it. The visored mech gave a sheepish chuckle before gathering the datapads and placed them inside the desk before locking it. "Not for yer optics my friend. Come on let's go for a walk?"

Prowl quietly noted the way Jazz acted since his sudden onlining from stasis. Perhaps it is paranoia, but it doesn't explain why he didn't want me to look at the datapads. The Praxian stood from his seat and followed his friend out of the office. He noticed how quick the black servo locked the door before leading him away. "Jazz, if I startled you I apologize. I was just puzzled why you were there. And what do you mean, if I may ask, do you mean 'how I do it'?"

Jazz slowed his gait and looked at the winged mech with a bright smile. "Ya didn't startle meh my mech. And what Ah meant is dat ya can go cycles at a time without recharge or refuelin'. Ah couldn't do dat, Ah gotta get my beauty recharge or Ah'd end up like Hatchet." He started laughing but it was short lived when Prowl didn't join in. Sheesh… Did master download his personality into him? "Oh, come on Prowler dat was a joke! Do ya know how tah take a joke?"

"I do not typically find humor in jokes, so no I do not know how to take a joke Jazz." Prowl kept his posture straight while matching his pace with the other mech. As they passed other Autobots Prowl would nod in acknowledgment at them while Jazz simply smiled at them. "Is there a particular direction that we are going on this said walk?"

Jazz just shrugged before spinning around in front of Prowl and kept a good pace to avoid crashing. "Prowler, tell meh about Praxus. What was it like before dah war?" He folded his arms behind his and put on his innocent smile, hoping the white and black mech would give into his gaze.

"Praxus was a nice city, the enforcers were well respected by the citizens because our crime ratings were the lowest in all of Cybertron. We also had the most prestigious school and enforcer academy. The downtown area might have been more your style, a lot of loud music and dancing." Prowl explained while they turned down a hall.

Jazz's lips turned down slightly before turning up again. "Ah'm gonna tell ya a lil' secret." The black and white mech stopped in the middle of the hall and looked around before playing music. The music that came from his external speakers wasn't music that Prowl was expecting. Jazz quickly shut it off when some bots were heading their direction.

"Wow, you are the last mech I'd expect to be playing orchestra music. Well then, I retract my previous statement about downtown; Praxus has an opera house that I believe you would have appreciated." Prowl said before he saw seeing that Jazz was about to walk into a puddle of questionable liquids. He quickly pulled him away before slipping in it himself, and landing on his back. "Ow."

Jazz stared in shock before scrambling to help his fallen friend up. "Primus, Prowl ya should have just let meh take dah fall. Now yer covered in oil, come on Ah'll help clean ya up." He didn't let his friend have a chance to give his answer before dragging him to the washracks. When they arrived to the washracks, Jazz stopped in a stall before turning the water on.

"Jazz, you don't need to do that for me. It was my fault that I slipped. You can wait for me at the mess hall while I clean myself off." Prowl didn't like the idea of having Jazz there with him while he cleaned himself. The Polyhexian shook his helm before grabbing a dry cleaner and started sprinkling the light gray powder all over the backside of the Praxian.

The powder started clumping when it landed on the oil. "Ah don't mind Prowler, it gives us a chance tah bond. Plus, showers are a good stress reliever." The visored mech explained while brushing off the oil clumps before grabbing the shower hose and started spraying Prowl off. "Do ya happen tah know why mechs try tah watch meh shower? It's not like Ah do anythin' special."

I beg to differ. Prowl thought of saying but chose to not say that. "I sadly do not know that. If you wish I can have someone stand outside the wash racks to keep optics from watching." He to not focus on the cycles that he would hide in one of the many stalls to listen to Jazz sing.

"Naw dat's okay, Ah can take care of myself." Jazz placed the shower house back in its place on the wall. He picked up a cloth and squirted some cleaner on it before gently running across the broad shoulders of his friend. Maybe if I can get Prowl into my berth, he'll over look me. The visored mech thought while he rubbed the cloth across the edges of Prowl's wings.

Prowl's wings flinched instantly from the touch. "Jazz please refrain from touching my wings. They are sensitive." He didn't want to admit that for a mech that didn't have any experience with Praxians, Jazz was very good at washing around the rotary nubs. Prowl also didn't want to admit that Jazz was very good with his servos.

"Ah know, why do ya think Ah'm washin' 'em last? Ah usually wash my horns last." Jazz didn't stop washing the wing that was quivering in his hold. He made sure to be extremely careful, thinking that if he did a really good job Prowl would come back. "So, how did ya get dat battle computer mod? Is it an enforcer thing?"

Prowl shook his helm with the tip of his wings twitching. "It isn't a mod, I was sparked with it. How did you acquire your mods?" The mech watched a black servo slide around the front of his chest with the cloth in its hold. "Jazz, why are you so keen on my wings?"

Jazz stepped around to face Prowl with his arms folded behind his back with a soft smile on his face. "Ah don't know, Ah find 'em fascinatin'. Can Ah touch 'em again?" He didn't wait for a reply before reaching over and touched the bottom edges of the panels. His friend shivered slightly under the touch, and he quickly grabbed Jazz's horns. It was an enforcer habit that he had learned, it was used to grab a weak point in a criminal and put them in a state where they couldn't escape from his hold.

The Polyhexian's legs gave and he fell against Prowl. A small whine escaped the incapacitated mech's lips. Prowl quickly released his hold after hearing that noise come from his friend. That is not what I expected from him. "I apologize for that Jazz but refrain from touching me there from now on." Jazz pulled away with his back turned to Prowl, which confused the Praxian. He was fine just a second ago, what happened? He barely touched Jazz's shoulder before Jazz smacked it away, and quickly stormed off.

Jazz touched his horns with a small whimper threatening to escape his voice box. No, no, no bad Jazz, Stop it. The mech went to the special forces hall and decided to put a small obstacle race. He tapped his comlink and connected to Bumblebee's comm. ::Hey, Bee can ya come tah dah hall?::

::Sure thing Jazz.:: Bumblebee said with his friendly tone before disconnecting from the comms. While Jazz was waiting he played that party music, that Blaster had given him, from his external speakers. He needed to get all of the team together and watch them quietly. How was he going to get information on the traitor since he was the traitor? He was surprised that he had formed actual friendships with mechs that his master warned him were the real evil.

"I'm here Jazz, what's up?" Bumblebee slid in front the mech with a quick salute. He saw the course that Jazz had put together and gave an impressed whistle. "What's all this Jazz?"

"We're gonna be doin' a little race, Ah just need help testin' it out." Jazz said with a cheeky smirk while Bumblebee got excited. "Ya run through dah poles, over dah wall, balance beams, climb dah rope, and then back." He explained while they walked through the course.

"Sounds like fun! Want me to get the rest of the team?" Bumblebee asked with excitement evident in his sudden struggle to not jump like an excited youngling. Jazz gave a nod with a smile on his face, but he had one more surprise for the participants of the race well a few surprises.

When they all arrived, they saw Jazz stand with a few turrets aimed at the obstacle course and his wrist held up in front of him. "Uh, what's with the firepower Jazz?"

"Ya'll see Raj, we're gonna have a little race and Ah added a few more obstacles for ya tah deal with. Wouldn't be a real challenge without testin' out yer limits." Jazz smiled with that trained devilish smile as he explained the course and then paired everyone up. He started tapping on his wrist and the lights started flashing, and then the turrets started shooting at the racers with paint balls.

After everyone had their second try, Jazz was challenged to do it. The bets started rolling in and Hound decided to film it all of the base. Jazz stood at the start of the course and decided to be extra cocky and retracted his visors before running the course. When it came to the wall section of the course, Jazz had yet to be hit by the paint balls. He took a step back and did a few front flips towards the towering wall, he boosted himself with his digit as he twisted over the wall, and finally landed into a small body roll. Jazz quickly ran towards the beam and walked across it while doing small turns that looked very elegant and exotic at the same time.

Once Jazz finished the course, he stood at the start with his visors clicking over his optics as he smiled on his lips. When he saw everyone gawk at him, he looked down thinking he got shot, but when he saw nothing Jazz looked back at them with a confused tilt of his helm. "What?"

"How did you do that while blind and not get shot!?" Bluestreak gestured at the scene before him with his wings moving in confusion and amazement. "Seriously!?"

Hound stopped recording while Jazz laughed in realization. "Oh, well Ah can't be tellin' ya all my secrets." The visored mech smiled innocently before giving out more drill instructions. This isn't so bad, giving out orders. Now I see why master enjoys it so much.

After training, special forces went to the wash racks to clean up while socializing. Jazz had started relaxing into his roll, and was less focused on Soundwave. He didn't know if it was just something it occurred on its own or if it was the result of his new personality chip. They had eventually left the wash racks, thanks to Mirage and Hound getting frisky. Jazz was walking down the halls whistling to himself as he went to go find Prowl. On his way to finding his friend, he noticed that several mechs were heading to private quarters with the same smiles that Mirage and Hound had.

Jazz frowned with extreme confusion and thought to go report the strange behavior to Prime but then stopped in his tracks when he watched said Prime walk to his quarters towing his long-time mate Elita-One to their quarters. "What is happening around here?"

::Hey Ratch' did Ah miss a memo?:: Jazz asked as he watched some more bots go off into hiding. He needed to go find a safe place to hide, but he was stopped by a few new recruits he's never met walking past him slowly. Their servos both came down on his aft with a loud smack. He looked over his shoulder with a hidden glare. "Touch meh again and Ah'll show ya anythin' but a good day."

The recruits heard the dangerous growl coming from him, and they quickly left the area. Ratchet finally commed Jazz back. ::Well you can thank the twins, Sideswipe and Sunstreaker, for that. They somehow turned on half of the base's Carriers heat protocols on, and now I'm trying to round them up. Can't when they are hiding on me.::

Hm, I'll definitely be able to help get them into one area. A sly grin appeared on his face before marching to the mess hall and hacked into the PA system while he pushed tables into a small stage for him. "All Autobot personal tah dah mess hall. Ah repeat, all Autobot personal tah dah mess hall." Jazz got on the mock stage and dimmed the lights before playing Blaster's club music from his external speakers.

It wasn't long before the room filled with all of the Autobots staring around the dimly lit room. Jazz lowered to his knees and slid one servo up his chest and one supported him as he rolled his hips up in the air. He made faces that kept hold of his audience. ::Hatchet, Ah got their attention. Might want start fixin' 'em.:: He said through his comlink before sliding his servos to the table, and arched his back before lifting his legs up in the air.

The dancing mech noticed that the medic was going to the heat induced mechs and femmes. He lowered himself into a split before flipping and dancing like a trained pleasure bot. While Ratchet was rescuing the rest of the team, Jazz was trying to keep the grabby servos off of him. "Hey now, keep yer servos tah yerself." He swatted at the servos that eventually all stopped. Jazz stopped the music and started to put everything back together while the others were returning to normal.

Jazz left the mess hall with his servos folded behind his helm. He was stopped by Ratchet, and before he could ask him what he wanted the medic dragged him to his med bay. "Jazz, where did you learn to dance like that?" Ratchet asked after setting him in a chair that was in his office.

The visored mech rested a leg on his knee as he leaned back with a smile on his face. "If Ah say Ah worked in a house, will ya believe meh?"

"Definitely not. I've been to plenty in my lifetime to know that dancing is not a service that they provide. I would believe you more if it was in a club." Ratchet sat across from the mech with his arms resting on his legs as he leaned forward. "I suppose this is another part of you that I have to work at, huh? Special forces seemed to have been a wise choice for you, I know you don't like talking about it but what was the reason for your creators to abandon you?"

Jazz's smile faltered into a frown as his other leg fell to the floor. He stood up and left the med bay. Everyone wants to know about my slagging creators! I don't know a single thing about them! The mech stopped in his tracks when he noticed Prowl leave his office with a datapad in his face. Was he in there the entire time? He ran over to Prowl and did a small spinning in front of him. "Hey Prowler, ya missed a dah most amazin' thing in dah mess hall."

"Jazz, I have important planning to do on a raid. Scouts discovered an energon pool in the Sea of Rust, and our energon reserves are at fifty percent." Prowl's wings flicked as he continued to look at his datapad. He noticed that Jazz wasn't saying anything and he finally looked up to see that the mech was standing beside him. He was looking at the plans with an unreadable face, which always bothered Prowl but it couldn't be helped. "Jazz, personal space please."

"Yeah, what about it? Ah wanna know if Ah'll make dah team." Jazz said before looking to see that Prowl hadn't picked anyone. "Really Prowler, no one yet?" They were heading to the strategy room and Jazz paid no mind to the staring that some of the other coordinators gave him. He followed Prowl over to his station and sat on a corner of his desk while watching his friend work.

"Jazz, you're preventing the rest of the strategy team from working. Please go bother someone else." Prowl said all the while he was syncing up his datapad with the terminal. Again, there was no response, his wings were flicking with annoyance that Jazz didn't understand hints. "Jazz, please go-" When he looked up and saw that Jazz was walking out of the room, and all he could do was sigh heavily.

Cycles past and everyone had gone to recharge or refuel, but Prowl remained in the room. He was enjoying the peace he was finally rewarded before the door opened. It wasn't uncommon for another strategist to forget something at their station, so the Praxian chose to ignore the noise before he saw a cube being placed in front of him. Finally, he looked up and saw Jazz smiling down at him. "Ya didn't come get yer energon. Why not take a break tah refuel and recharge? Might help ya with dis plan."

This is the thirtieth time that Jazz has brought me my energon. Prowl took note of the gesture before taking the cube and drank it slowly. "Thank you for the energon Jazz, but I can't afford recharge while this plan is needing fine tuning." Jazz unhooked the datapad from the terminal and subspaced it before backing up with a sneaky smile. "Jazz, give that back now."

"If ya can get meh, Ah'll let ya have it back. If Ah can keep it away from ya until we get tah yer quarters, then ya have recharge until yer next shift." Jazz continued to move backwards to the door while Prowl stood up. The quarters were on the other side of the base, and there was sixty meters from the strategy room to Prowl's quarters. "Good luck, yer gonna need it!"

Jazz quickly took off and looked over his shoulder to see Prowl wasn't following after him. He stopped in his tracks with his servos on his hips with a small pout on his face. The Polyhexian was about to go see if Prowl was even going to bother coming after him, but a servo wrapped around his chest with his arms pinned to his side. Jazz jumped and shouted, when he looked up to see who had grabbed him Jazz's jaw dropped. "But, but, but how!? Ah scoped out dis entire base, there is no side entrance!"

"I hid behind the pillars." Prowl held out his servo and Jazz huffed as he handed the datapad back. He was mad with himself that he let himself get fooled. The mech started walking off which confused Prowl, and he followed after him. "And where are you going?"

"Ah'm takin' dah long walk tah my quarters." Jazz stretched his arms above his helm with a small yawn. He stopped in front of a window and looked out at the dark sky. "What were yer creators like?"

"They were nice and strict, especially with Smokescreen because of his rebellious attitude." He looked down at the Polyhexian that leaned against the window with a horn resting against the glass. "What can you remember about yours, if you don't mind my asking?"

Jazz was silent for a while before giving a small sigh and his shoulders sagged. "All Ah remember is her voice and a song playing. Ah don't even know what they looked like." He crossed his arms as he continued to look outside. "It's not like it matters now, they're dead now because of dah war. Best tah not hold onto dah past." The Polyhexian pulled up his front before going for his quarters.

When Jazz was out of sight, Prowl's wings twitched with confusion. He didn't understand entirely why bringing up his creators always got two reactions from Jazz, sadness and anger. He wanted to know everything about this mech that was both an open book and a mystery at the same time. Just like Black light. Wait, just like Black light. Prowl quickly took off for his office to get right to work.

I hope you enjoyed :)