Searece's Demon!Verse where Jazz is a demon and his spark is within a separate vessel, a dagger he keeps on his person. This was a small take I did after a piece Searece wrote out.

He couldn't get away from the Praxian no matter how hard he tried; he was stuck with the other until he returned his dagger. The other didn't know the significance the dagger represented to him and how all he had to do was accidently drop and break it for Jazz to curl up in immense pain. Jazz knew that Prowl would not return the dagger as Prowl barely knew him and didn't quite trust him not to stab him in the back.

Jazz flopped back under the ancient crystal tree, letting its healing aura heal his wounds. He didn't tell Prowl about the healing tree and how it could mend his twisted ankle if he were to lie under it for a while. For now he just waited, lightly dosing, hoping the other would fall into recharge so he could possibly retrieve the dagger.

By the time Jazz woke again it was darker out, never completely dark with the glowing crystal trees all around them. They gave off an ethereal glow, which Jazz found soothing to his dark nature.

Sitting up and stretching his now rejuvenated frame, Jazz glanced over to his now sleeping companion before carefully moving closer. Quiet as to not wake the Praxian, Jazz moved with an unnatural ease, seeming to glide over to the other's recharging form.

Jazz sat on his haunches watching the other, going through all of the ways he could dispose of him after he retrieved his dagger.

Locating the dagger in the other's grasp, Jazz carefully moved his clawed servo to the blade, not worrying if the blade would cut him. As his claws touched the blade he suddenly felt his servo burning from the contact, he quickly withdrew his servo from the blade and held it close as his gaze switched from his smoking servo to the dagger still in Prowl's grasp.

He hissed in anger as he recalled a rule about misplaced possessions and the only way of getting them back was by having the founder willfully handing it over. As far as Jazz could tell, Prowl didn't plan on giving it back unless they were several miles apart where Jazz wouldn't be able to stab Prowl when he turned his back to him.

With a huff Jazz flopped down to his side, facing away from Prowl before curling into himself, falling into a restless recharge.

Prowl startled slightly at the sudden rush of air and sound of another frame dropping to the ground. He opticked Jazz's back, suspicious of what the other may have been up to before uneasily returning to recharge.