"Unreasonable."

"Yup."

"Irresponsible"

"Uhuh"

"Irrational."

"Seriously?"

"Illogical!"

"Oh c'mon Prowler, ya can't seriously still be mad at meh." I glared at Jazz, my bent door wing sending sparks of pain through my frame.

"Need I remind you that we are in this situation because of you?"

"How was I supposed to know that last bridge wouldn't support our weight?"

"If you had listened to me in the first place we wouldn't even be here right now."

"Oh, like yor plan was any better?"

"If we had taken that side road and gone around it-"

"And how could you possibly know that side road would hold?"

"Because unlike the bridge, it's supports were still in place!"

"…..Good point."

"Like I said: unreasonable."

"I said I was sorry Prowler."

"Sorry doesn't fix my door wing nor does it get us out of our current predicament." Jazz fixed his gaze upon my wings. They quivered slightly from the pain. Every twitch, every movement, everything made it hurt.

"Let me see yor wing."

"Excuse me?" Jazz huffed. He leaned forward, his face coming closer as I leaned back. Trying to keep some semblance of personal space between us. Do not invade the bubble! My progress was stopped when my wings brushed against the wall behind me. My frame stiffened as my poor wing grazed the wall. Jazz stopped just short of our noses touching. Not the bubble!

"Yor wing, Prowler. Let me see it."

"Only if you back away." Jazz's stern gaze softened a bit. He backed off a little, giving me room to turn so he had easier access to my wings. Gentle hands skimmed the edges of the bend in my wing, taking great effort not to cause me more pain.

"Hmm, looks like a medic is gonna have to take care o' this once we get to Iacon."

"Then we might as well get a move on, no sense in delaying any longer than necessary."

"Want me to turn off the receptors I your wing?"

"No, I'll be left half blind otherwise. I can deal with the pain until we reach Iacon." I turned back to face Jazz, brining my wings back up to their usual positions. I pushed the pain to the back of my mind, I can handle this, I've dealt with way worse. Jazz look at me, his face filled with concern.

"Yor sure?"

"Positive." He sighed, nodding as we continued on our way in the Underway.

We've been down here for for 3 days now. Jazz says we're halfway there already. I've lost all connection to Glow, our dream scape empty of all company but my own. The distance between had become too great, our connection was broken. I missed him, I missed our talks, his company. I felt lonely when I recharged only to be met with the aching reminder that I may never see my real home ever again. I hope with all my might that once we are near enough that our connection will come back. Until then, I can only hope that Jazz doesn't get us killed down here, speaking of which:

"Jazz, watch where yo-"

"Ack!"

"Step…" This is going to be a long journey.


Hello my readers,

I hope you all had a wonderful Christmas and a Happy New Year. Hopefully 2017 will be better than 2016. Fingers crossed . I'm doing much better now, my family and I wanted to say thank you to you all for your kind words and your support during the last few weeks.

I enjoyed writing the banter between Jazz and May/Prowl. It almost seemed to take on a life of its own at one point. I hope you all enjoy the little alone time they're currently sharing. Not exactly cute and fluffy at the moment but it will get there eventually.

Secret (Guest): Sadly Glow is not related to May/Prowl. But that was a really good guess!

Cashagon: I love how your narrowing down who Glow could potentially be.

Mywinx14: I'm sorry for your lose as well, I hope she wasn't in any pain while Hospice was caring for her.

ohmygiddyaunt and Guest: Thank you guys for your kind words, writing for you somehow helps in its own way.