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The Trouble with Love is: Epilogue:

Prowl snuggled further into the warm metal under him, he really didn't want to get up now despite the fact he had a patrol in a breem. Jazz's warm body was a much more appealing place to stay then to attend the boring patrol, however duty called and Jazz was waking up now.

"Mornin' Prowler." He murmured, he slept quite deeply after the mission he had just been on, what surprised Prowl by the trust Jazz put in him, after all special ops are known to be the ones to sleep so lightly movement outside their door could wake them up and the fact they never go into a deep recharge.

"Good morning Jazz." Both were in no hurry to move from their rather comfortable position, if Prowl wasn't such a stickler for rules and duty they would of spent a most of the morning in the berth just basking in each other. When they did finally leave Prowl's quarters they walked servo in servo to get their energon, which made the twins pull faces at them and say 'ewww' but they were still young. So by mid-morning Prowl was on patrol with Ironhide and Jazz was on comms. with Blaster, all was right with the world. Who were they kidding? They were in the middle of a war, not a very destructive war at the moment, but a war non-the-less.

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:: Ironhide ta base! We need back up A.S.A.P! Prowl is down, with severe head injuries! Medical assistance needed! :: Ironhide.

:: Ironhide, this is Prime, we are sending reinforcements. Retreat to safe distance, Ratchet is on his way. :: Prime.

:: We've got seekers! Starscream is here…what the frag was that? Prime, they have got new weapon! Primus! Come on! I'll take you all on! :: Ironhide.

:: Ironhide! Stand down! That's an order! Retreat to a safe distance and protect Prowl, ETA is 4 breems. I repeat stand down! :: Prime.

:: Reluctantly acknowledged Prime. Ironhide out. :: Ironhide.

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Jazz's hand sped across the comms. unit with Blaster transmitting and acknowledging parts of the battle they were not a part of. Prowl had a head injury; Ratchet was cursing up a storm; Ironhide was laughing at him and being trigger happy with his new updated cannons; Prime was directing the battle; and Jazz was extremely pissed not to be at Prowl side, but glad to have the comms. to know what was happening at least.

A Joor later the weary troops were stumbling in back to base, Ratchet rushed Prowl straight into surgery with Wheeljack at his heels, whilst the timid young medic-in-training, First Aid, had to deal with the onslaught of wounded mechs. Cliffjumper, a hot headed new recruit, had lost an arm to Thundercracker; which the twins were playing with. Shocker, an older green mech, had several of his energon lines silt. Apparently, it was only meant to be a small skirmish but Starscream's ego and pride took a battering which made him call in reinforcements, which lead to a minor battle. Luckily, Prowl was the only major Injury, but that was what was upsetting Jazz the most.

Outside the Med Bay, Smokescreen was slouched up against one wall watching as Jazz paced in front of the doors, Prowl was still in surgery for most of the orn and no one had been able to give an update on how he was. It was driving them crazy. Luckily, Prime had relieved them of their duties for the next orn only, considering what had happen. That and Smokescreen had thrown a full blown fit when Ironhide came to collect him for a patrol, which almost ended in brig time for the Blue and red mech.

It wasn't till half way through the next orn when Ratchet finally emerged from his liar, and by the look on his face plates the news was anything but prefect. The red and white medic tiredly gestured for the other two to enter, he weaved them passed the now empty berths away from the ICU, where Prowl was, and towards Ratchet's office. Once they were all settled with a cube of energon, Ratchet brought up a hologram of Prowl's CPU to help demonstrate his point.

"Prowl took heavy damage to this part of his CPU, as you can see it mainly his memory core and also his Central emotional Input core, but likewise his battle computer got damaged. That's one reason the operation took so long, the battle computer is very delicate and if one wire is out of place it could cause more harm than good. I'm not 100% sure on the extent of the damage to his memory or emotional core; we'll have to wait until then." The medic paused, waiting for his audience to digest what he was saying and the impact of the words into their CPU's.

"The tricky part was the EIC (Emotional Input Core), I had to rewire it though the battle computer, because of some difficulties we had, and I honestly don't know what will happen when he wakes up. CPU injuries are very difficult to deal with and the outcome we don't know about until the patient wakes up, so I really do suggest you brace yourselves for when he does come back to the world of the living, because Prowl may be himself or he could be. Now, go get some recharge and I will comm. you when he wakes up. So get out of my med bay, whilst I report this all to Prime." The pair nodded absent mindedly, before scattering away from the Med Bay.

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It took nearly nine orns for Prowl to naturally wake up after his severe injuries; Ratchet did a quick overview on his health and gave him a cube of energon before allowing in Smokescreen. Luckily, Prowl remembered his brother, greeted him with luke-warmness and talked in an almost monotone that was unusual for him. There was a slight disturbance when the earliest Prowl could recall was just leaving academy before he was even raped. That concerned both Smokescreen and Ratchet, what happen to all those vorns, those life defining moments that made Prowl, well Prowl. Then Smokescreen had a thought, if he didn't remember those Vorns, did he even remember Jazz?

Their worst fears were confirmed when Prowl and Jazz came face to face with Smokescreen and Ratchet supervising, it was a bad end to a bad few orns. Jazz had waltzed in and straight away hugged Prowl, who just stiffen in his arms and asked in a cold voice.

"Who are you?" Sadly Jazz could do nothing but walk away, away from his partner who couldn't even remember him and all the things they had done together; and Jazz would be lying if he didn't say it didn't feel like someone had just stabbed him several times in the chest and pulled out his spark. It hurt, it hurt like the pit.

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Ratchet was gathering his notes and going over all the statistics of Prowl and his all over health, he was on his way to Prime for his final report on the accident and Prowl's overall state of mind. Regardless to say, it was not looking all that positive to submit. He had lost several vorns of his life, including some terrors of his past and some cherish memories; he had become slowly very cold and untouchable emotionally, since the battle computer took the emotions as useless and dumped them before they could become fully processed; leading on from that, that caused him to crashed from illogically problems and events; he had become a better tactician now, because he didn't place feelings with bots making all plans unbiased; unfortunately they had also lost Jazz. They had no idea where he was, no comm., no message, nothing. Kup was due to leave in a few orns, so a message was sent to the small black and white of his next base and his time of arrival including his route, should he want to go there.

As he was describing all this, he yet again had a hologram of Prowl with the overlay of his medical scans, giving Prime a visual of hiss soldier and hiss current state.

"…yet can you see that slight stress on his spark," Ratchet commented as he switched slides to the doorwinger's spark without even looking he carried on. "As you can see the statistics are fluctuating. That is a sign of…" Prime stared concerned at his CMO, who was frowning at the scan and re-reading through his notes.

"Ratchet?" the deep rumble of Prime's voice brought the CMO attention back to the room. "Is there a problem?" A series of expressions crossed the medic's faceplates, before he zoomed into the scan and answered Prime's question.

"Can you see that slight anomaly?" The large blue mech nodded. "That would be another spark, within but separate form his own." Shocked Prime lean forward, and peered closely at the scan.

"Are you saying…?"

"Yes, Prowl is indeed sparked again, and without a doubt with Jazz."

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A/N: Firstly, sorry how long it has been! But, I had a major writer's block, and yeah it still kinda sucks…sorry. And please don't kill me, I'm mean to Prowl and Jazz I know!

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