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

Romance marked, safe to proceed.

Ch. 12

Prowl was sitting across from Optimus in the Prime's office. His battle computer was trying to figure out exactly what the other mech wanted, but unfortunately nothing besides upcoming battle strategies came to mind. Optimus finally spoke up, "Prowl, I would like your sound opinion on who should be my lieutenants."

"From my statistics and the most logical choices, would be Ironhide and Ultra Magnus. They both have battle experience from previous wars and have been a part of the Autobots for a long time." Prowl sat taller when he realized that Optimus was just wanting a professional opinion.

Optimus simply nodded before continuing to speaking. "Someone has presented to me a surprising suggestion, which is you. What would you say about that?" He leaned forward with his servos folding on his desk.

"Someone suggested me? That is… surprising to hear, sir. I will take it as a compliment, but I'm satisfied with where I am at." Prowl's wings twitched as he tried to think of a who would have such faith and belief in him. "Prime sir, may I ask who suggested me as a lieutenant?"

"It was Jazz, he believes you to be the most logical choice. What made you not consider him as a viable option?" The red and blue mech questioned the Praxian. Prowl rubbed his chin in thought of the question asked of him. He watched the tactician as silence filled the room.

Prowl finally got all he could on why jazz wasn't his first choice. "In my professional opinion, some with Jazz current mood swings is not mentally stable enough to be beneficial to assisting you in leading our cause. He has already made it obvious he does not wish to lead the special forces, so what would make him willing to consider being higher up in the chain of command?"

The smaller mech's comlink beeped and he answered it without hesitation. ::This is Prowl.::

::Prowl, are you with Jazz? He's late for training. We tried his comm, but there was no answer.:: Bluestreak's voice sounded worried for his teammate.

::Did you check his quarters? Or Black light's old nest? I am currently in a meeting with Optimus.:: Prowl said calmly, not truly worried for Jazz.

::I didn't think to check there, thanks Prowl.:: Bluestreak disconnected the comlink with a sound of relief.

Maybe I should make sure that Jazz is okay. He usually isn't this irresponsible to miss a training session. Prowl's wings flexed as he stood up and looked at Optimus with a stone face expression. "Excuse me Prime, I should make sure Jazz okay."

Optimus nodded and gestured at the door, "of course and good luck with the search. Jazz can be quite elusive when he wants to be." The Prime laughed but wasn't surprised when Prowl didn't join in the laughter.

Prowl didn't say anything more before turning to go find Jazz. He went down to where he recalled the Polyhexian's quarters, and came upon to seeing Bluestreak and Bumblebee trying to unlock the door. Bumblebee did a double take in Prowl's direction before smacking Bluestreak's arm to get his attention. The blue mech looked up and saw his brother which caused him to sigh with relief. "Still no luck on figuring out Jazz's code?"

"No, I even ran my servo down all the buttons and I got that wrong." He waved his servos accusingly at the number pad. The Praxian folded his arms over his chest as he tried to force the door open with a glare.

Maybe I can get Jazz to open up. Prowl stepped in front of the door and knocked. "Jazz, it's Prowl open up." There was no answer and Prowl knocked again. "Open up now Jazz."

The door finally slid open and Jazz stood in front of them with his arms hanging on his sides. There was a big smile on his face. "What, can't Ah think tah myself in peace? Ah needed tah motivate myself, but with all dat beepin' and shoutin' makes it hard."

"Jazz, you're late for training and we got worried." Bumblebee squeezed between the two Praxians to get a good look at Jazz. He started clicking his transformation gears. Are you okay? Your servo is twitching. Jazz glanced down and saw that his servo was spazzing out, and he quickly hid it behind his frame.

The Polyhexian tilted his helm with the smile still there. "Ah'm fine my mechs, really. Ah just needed tah yer over dah shock of Black light. We'll head for dah hall now." Jazz could feel Soundwave in his processor, not wanting to let go of the connection. He saw the tiny red light in the upper right corner of his visors, meaning his master was getting the visual feed as well.

"Jazz." Prowl grabbed his wrist and made him look into his optics. "I'll see you for that energon and Citadels match later in the lunar cycle?"

The visored mech could feel the anger rippling through the connection him and his master had. He pulled away with a strained smile as he nodded. "Yeah, come on ya two." Jazz was extremely nervous and knew that he was going to be severely punished when he saw Soundwave again. Please, I'm sorry.

Not surprised by the silent response, Jazz continued taking them to the training hall. When they arrived, everyone saluted at the sight of Jazz. He froze and stared back at them, and he was wanting to tell them what he told everyone else but his motor function in his right arm was being hacked into. His arm rose stiffly into a salute and he could say anything. Jazz's arm dropped and he felt himself being forced to say something.

"Let's start trainin'." Jazz was shaking on the inside, and he tried to not fight it. He didn't want to be punished further and went along with what his master wanted. Stupid Autobots are getting me in trouble. The Polyhexian gave out orders for the rest of the team. It wasn't long until Jazz felt his master leave his processor. He gave a small sigh of relief when he felt the space in his processor increase. After training, a couple scouts that had gone to Decepticon compounds to gather intel and reported to Jazz. The mech didn't know what to really do with the information, but decided to put the verbal reports on datapads.

The new special forces commander was standing outside the entrance of his new office. He didn't know what to do, his servos shook slightly before he took a deep intake and walked in. "Primus, I'm so confused." He finally said after sitting down at the desk with a heavy sigh. The Polyhexian covered his face and tried to think of what to do. Master, I need you.

You need me now? Interesting. In half a deca- cycle, there will be a solo scouting mission to the Sea of Rust. Take it and I expect to see you on all fours, am I understood? Soundwave asked with a stern tone. Jazz bit his lip and nodded with a small whimper.

I understand Master. Jazz answered respectfully as he sat up in the seat. He tapped his digit on the desk in thought of what to do to make it up to Soundwave. Remove Sentinel Prime and bring him his helm. Maybe Master will forgive me. He got excited at thinking of the rewards he would get for killing another Prime. "Take him to the berth? No, too obvious and I may be in more trouble. No, I'll take him to the Sea of Rust as back up. Scrap, no it's a scouting mission… wait my reports."

Jazz quickly started editing one of the reports. Signs of a new weapon were believed to be found in the sea of rust. Decepticons mentioned ancient Prime text dated as far back as Nova Prime. Jazz read it over twice before giving a firm now and stood up with the datapads. He left the office to drop off the pads with Prowl. I need to be a part of the chain of command, but I need to get closer. How do I do it though?

"Oh, Jazz there you are." Jazz looked up and saw Prowl, which he gave a friendly smile to. "I thought I had missed you. It's time for our stellar cycle virus check." Prowl didn't wait for a reply from his friend and just nudged him towards the direction of the medbay.

"Aw, ya waited for meh? Don't worry Prowler, Ah'll keep ya safe from Hatchet's throwin' arm. Well since ya found meh, Ah was gonna give ya these tah look over." Jazz handed him the datapads with a friendly smile on his face. Prowl read over both slowly and carefully before looking at the Polyhexian with a flick of his wings. "Ah think dat Ah should go tah it with Sentinel. What do ya think?"

Prowl's battle computer was running through the scenarios for a moment before speaking. "I will come up with a battle plan after my visit with Ratchet. Have you thought of how you're going to deal with special forces?"

Jazz nodded with a happy front, but was hiding the pain of what it caused him. "Yeah, Ah just needed tah think some things through but Ah'm ready tah take on dah role. Prowler, Ah am wonderin' could ya… demonstrate how a Praxian enforcer makes an arrest?" He carefully ran some digits across the back of Prowl's wings. The Polyhexian enjoyed having someone that he could have all of their attention. Jazz didn't know what drew him to enjoying Prowl's company, after all the past fighting obviously, he figured it was the fact that he was very much like Soundwave in the personality and lack of humor sense.

"Why do you want to know? I will inform Optimus about your decision. Speaking of, Optimus mentioned that you thought of me as a good lieutenant. May I ask why?" The Praxian asked as they turned down to the hallway leading to the medbay.

Jazz shrugged with a goofy smile on his face. "Is it sad tah say dat Ah've never been exposed tah dah bad side of enforcers? Ah'm just curious tah know. Ya deserve it and earned it, ya should do it." Before Prowl could question him further, they arrived to the med bay and Jazz was ordered onto a berth Ratchet to look him over. "Hey, Hatch would ya be able tah help meh with my visors?"

"What's wrong with your visors?" Ratchet asked while he hooked Jazz up to a machine and started scanning him for viruses.

"Well the opacity is lighter than usual, not tah mention dat dah right half is laggin'. It's givin' my processor a major ache." Jazz looked at the medic with a visible frown. "It's drivin' meh nuts."

Ratchet nodded before moving over to another station and looked through the tools, trying to find something. "Well unlike most of the mechs here who wear them for aesthetics, you wear yours for sight."

Jazz gave the medic a look, "Ah am aware of why Ah wear my visors." The medic cuffed the back of his helm and the saboteur shouted and rubbed the area. "Slagger."

"If you would let me finish, I was going to say that because you wear yours for sight, it is important that you tell me when your vision changes while I fix it.' Now hold still, Prowl you may want to step back." Ratchet said as he took a screwdriver sized tool to the right side of Jazz's helm.

Prowl stepped back just in time for Jazz to give a startled kick. The Polyhexian's visors cleared and he closed his optics with a hiss of pain. "Why the aggressive reaction?"

"Jazz's visors are linked to his processor, so when any sort of pressure is applied to them they cause him pain. There open your optics, is that better?" Ratchet explained as he sat the tool down beside Jazz's leg. The mech in question opened his optics as the blue darkened back to his original color.

The Polyhexian looked around the med bay before looking at the medic with a big grin. "Thanks Hatch' yer dah best." The multicolored mech unhooked himself from the machine before jumping off the berth. He spun on his heel with a playful smirk on his lips before he quickly escaped. Jazz left with the door closing in front of him as Ratchet was trying to shout at him. He stood straight with a chuckle before he felt his master's presence in his helm. Master?

-M Rated-

Tonight, I want you to go to your new office with energon waiting for me. If you are good enough, I will not cause you pain. Soundwave gave his orders before leaving his pet's processor. Jazz's spark clenched tightly as he quickly, but unsuspiciously was gathering as much information useful to his master and made his office as presentable as possible. He made sure that he was as sparkly as Sunstreaker, knowing that if there was any dirt on his protoform he was earned a smack.

The rest of the solar cycle went on, and Jazz locked himself in the office before tilting the cameras upwards so that Red Alert couldn't get visual feed. Now what about audio? The Polyhexian rubbed the back of his helm with thought before he felt other presences in the room with him. Jazz turned around, when he saw Soundwave standing now in front of him, he quickly dropped to his knees. "Master, I don't know what to do about-"

I will speak through this fashion, but I want you to continue verbally speaking. Soundwave sat in Jazz's chair while gathering the intel mentally. You are eager to not being punished, aren't you? Jazz nodded before crawling over to him and sat in front of him quietly.

"I wish to please you master, that is what I was sparked to do. You saved me from the mechs that abandoned me. Would you like my valve or aft, master?" He smiled and purred as he pressed his helm against Soundwave's legs.

Face the desk, lay across it, and slide your aft plating over. Soundwave ordered and Jazz was all too eager to please him. He stood up and with no warning or preparation in the slightest, he slid his spike in his pet. The Polyhexian bit his lip as he tried to get himself to relax. What do you say?

"Th-thank you m-master." Jazz said while Soundwave started thrusting his hips roughly. "What if someone sees the paint transfer?"

You will tell them Tracks fragged you. I have dealt with putting false memories in his processor. The Decepticon explained while grabbing the smaller mech's arms and gripped his wrists tightly behind his back. He moved faster, not in the mood of being nice. Soundwave could feel, see, and hear that Jazz was uncomfortable and in pain, but he didn't care. You did this to yourself pet, correct?

Jazz whined and moved his hips to get more comfortable. "I-I did this to myself. I wasn't being a good pet. I'm sorry, please make the pain stop. Please Master." The Autobot pleaded before hiding his face in the desk to get himself to not cry.

The blue mech stopped to grab Jazz's face and make him look at him. Convince me how sorry you are. Who owns you? Who fueled you? Gave you sight?

The Polyhexian shifted under the larger mech, trying to cease the pain. His face was released as he shook with fear. "You own me. You did, Master. I'm sorry for being bad and disrespectful, please it hurts. Please, please I don't want it to hurt." He couldn't stop himself from crying silently.

Soundwave stared down at the crying mech and gave several harder thrusts before pulling out. Remember your place, slave or I won't hold back next time. Jazz slid to the ground with a nod. His servos ran across his optics as he calmed himself slowly. He knelt in front of the Decepticon communications officer and bowed his helm.

"Are you comfortable Master?" His voice sounded strained, but he put on his smile without the order. Jazz wasn't getting the comfort he had been desiring, but he couldn't ask for it in fear of further angering Soundwave. As his thoughts were focused on the need of safety and comfort from his master, he realized that said mech was sitting in front of him. The multicolored mech whimpered and backed down.

The blue Decepticon said nothing as he lifted the mech in his arms. He laid him across his lap and pressed his helm against his chest. Soundwave had many changes of plans when it came to Jazz, but the one constant was that he wanted Jazz for himself. The mech started petting him, purring, and gently rocked the Polyhexian while looking down at the calming mech. Pet, you are distracted.

"I'm sorry master." Jazz said verbally before looking up at Soundwave with a questioning frown. "Master, what will happen to me after the war? I want to know the truth, please."

Soundwave stared down at his pet and tried to think of where the question was coming from. As he thought about it more, he realized that his brother was the only viable answer. As I have said before, you will be a free mech, but I do wish to make you my mate. He decided to keep a few details to himself for now at least. The mech gently caressed the gray faceplate with a hidden smile as the smaller mech gave a happy purr. And when you become my mate, you will not have to wear the collar anymore. And maybe, I'll let you keep one of the Autobots as your own pet.

Jazz's optics widened as he reran what Soundwave had just told him. He tilted his helm back to look visor to visor. "I'll be with you forever? Can we spark bond now?" When Soundwave shook his helm, he got a disappointed frown from his pet. "After the war?"

After the war, I will take you as my mate. Soundwave said reassuringly while he slid his mask back before kissing the black and white mech's lips. He could feel his pet falling back into the mental that he always loved him in. Easy to handle and manipulate. The mech thought to himself as Jazz started purring and nuzzling the broad chest plate.

"Then I'll make sure that I don't fail my mission." Jazz said with a deep purr. He sat up with a smile on his face before turning to face his desk, and handed Soundwave a datapad. "It's things I figured were important for you to know. There is a meeting tomorrow at 0900 about finally getting Optimus Prime his lieutenants."

Interesting. And you will let me know of his decision? Soundwave already knew the answer, but was curious to know the answer that his pet would give him. Jazz straddled his lap with a nod and a smile, "of course I will master."

-End M Rated-

After a bit longer of calming Jazz down and getting him back under control, Soundwave decided to be gentler with taking Jazz's valve before leaving him in his office. He made sure to stay out of view as he put the camera back in its original place, and aimed it at the other mech. Jazz had fallen into stasis with his helm resting on his desk. When Jazz onlined from stasis, his entire protoform ached from the interfacing and the uncomfortable position he recharged in. He sat up and looked at his frame to see the damage done, and he winced at the amount of transfluid on his frame and the scratches decorating his paintjob.

"Frag." He stood up slowly despite the whining from the armor. Jazz quickly left the office and made a mad dash for the wash racks. He checked his internal chronometer and sighed in slight relief when he saw that he had enough time. The newly appointed special forces commander made it to his destination with almost no confrontation with the strange looks from his teammates being the only exception.

The multicolored mech quickly washed off the evidence just in time for Mirage to walk in on him. "Jazz sir. I have the reports on my mission from moon base one." He saw that Jazz was just staring at him, well in the direction of his voice. The spy had never seen the saboteur without his visors before, and the shock was over when the visors quickly covered his optics.

"Just Jazz, Ah'll take dah report with meh while at dah meetin'. Thanks Raj." Jazz turned the shower off and took the datapad that was extended out to him. He subspaced it while grabbing the towel that was hanging around the shower head. The white and black mech dried himself off quickly and threw the damp towel into a pile that was collecting in the corner.

"What caused the scratches?" Mirage asked as he followed Jazz out of the special forces hall and into the main part of the base. Jazz looked at his front and gave a laugh with a dismissing wave.

"It's nothin' Ah was havin' a bit of fun. Ah'll see ya in dah trainin' hall after dah meetin'." Jazz smiled at the spy before heading to the meeting room where Prowl was waiting for him. He smiled brightly at the sight of his friend, but it soon faltered when he saw the deep frown on the Praxian's face. "What's up Prowler?"

Prowl couldn't but stare at the marks and the obvious limp his friend had. Was he interfacing? He found someone trusted enough to do that with? The Praxian felt a twinge of hurt that another mech or femme for that matter got Jazz to be a willing partner in the berth. His wings twitched before he finally answered the still waiting Polyhexian. "Nothing Jazz, but did you injury yourself with some more training during the late lunar cycles?"

He noticed the immediate laugh escape him. "Ah wish, but Ah did have a bit of fun. Hey, up tah a bit of energon and chattin'?" He smiled as they walked into the room. Jazz saw that Optimus, Sentinel, Blaster, Ratchet, Ironhide, and Red Alert were already there waiting for them. The Polyhexian went over to Black light's old chair at the table, but instead of sitting in it, he stood beside it and stared at it.

Everyone saw that Polyhexian wasn't moving. Prowl touched Jazz's elbow to get his attention and stared his friend down. "Jazz, it isn't made of acid." Jazz sat stiffly before Prowl took his spot beside Ironhide, across from Jazz. Prowl subspaced his datapads and handed them to Optimus before going back to staring at Jazz.

"As some of you may know, I have finally decided on who will be my second lieutenant. Unfortunately, I haven't decided on who to take the permanent place as my second in command." Optimus started the meeting while Jazz quietly scanned the room, and he relaxed in the seat as his secondary personality chip took over his primary one. "I would like to congratulate, Prowl on his new promotion."

Prowl's wings flexed as his stoic face fell into surprise. Jazz started smiling and leaned back with it growing into a smirk. "Looks like my job as yer energon retriever has increased. Thanks Prime, make my job harder."

"I deeply apologize Jazz, I did not mean to make your voluntary job harder." Optimus said jokingly before looking at Prowl to see him sitting up even straighter. "Prowl, no need to be so stiff."

The Praxian nodded and relaxed slightly before looking at Optimus with a thoughtful gaze. "Optimus sir, if I may inquire? Why have you not chosen your SIC yet? Would it not have been more logical to choose a second before pronouncing your third?"

"I am waiting to find someone worthy of the task, which I will need your opinion when you believe they are up to the task of the work. Not now though." Optimus explained before looking at the rest of the group with a questioning look. "Speaking of work, any reports need to be given? We'll start with Ratchet?"

The medic nodded as he sat his datapad on the table in front of him. "Our medical supplies are running low with all these Decepticon attacks. I even went with the last scouting team in Iacon, and we scavenged what we could from the medical clinics and even that wasn't enough to make a dent. At this rate, we're going to have reuse parts which is risky."

Medical supplies… There were still so much in Halifax's place. I could go in there and get some. Jazz told himself as he missed entirely what Ironhide had said, but only assumed it was about weapons and some battles he was in. It wasn't until Red Alert mentioned some strange things happening in the special forces hall that Jazz whipped his helm in his direction. "What about the hall?"

The security director growled in irritation at the fact he had to repeat himself. "Jazz, your spacing out is making my glitch go on the fritz. But, fine I said that while I was looking through your sector, I noticed that one room had their camera pointed up at the ceiling. Of course, if you wish to see evidence I have audio."

Jazz covered his optics and shook his helm, "no need for dat. Pretty evident what Ah was doin'. Don't want tah rot poor Hide's processor." He laughed with a casual wave of his servo. "Unless next time ya want a show dat is Red. Maybe give Inferno ideas."

Red Alert, both Primes, and Prowl all looked at the Polyhexian in disbelief while Ironhide and Ratchet both laughed uncontrollably. "Red, leave the poor kid alone. If he wants to have fun in his office, then let him have his fun." The weapon specialist said before looking at Jazz with a cheeky grin. "So, who was the lucky bot?"

"Ironhide, it is highly inappropriate to ask someone about their personal endeavors. Especially while in a meeting." Prowl looked at his spare datapad and decided to move on with the meeting. "We have reason to believe that there are a group of neutrals heading to an energon pool in the Sea of Rust. I got a report from the troops in Polyhex; we took the lead with the Decepticons retreating with eighty percent of their troops have either been deactivated or extremely injured."

Sentinel Prime nodded before tapping his digits on the table between all of them. "I advise me going to the neutrals, perhaps I can convince them to letting us take some energon from the pool." He said with that 'not really a suggestion' tone evident in his words.

"I'll have First Aid go with you, maybe he can ask them for medical equipment." Ratchet offered. No, no, no it has to be just me and Sentinel! Jazz had to hide his clenching servos under the table. The CMO looked at the tense mech and inconspicuously scanned his vitals from his scanner on his arm, and saw his increase in stress levels. "Jazz, have you ever been to the Sea of Rust?"

Jazz looked at him with a bewildered look for a split second before answering. "Eh, two or three times… ran off there. Very nice place tah take yer own life, Ah mean dah cries of dah beasts are so… exhilarating tah hear. But… sadly Ah couldn't do it." He propped his peds on the table with casual smile on his face. "But dah sands aren't exactly friendly on dah paintjob. Let's send Mr. Sunshine and Tracks instead."

"Now Jazz, that isn't nice or appropriate for an officer to say," Prowl said with a frown at the black and white Polyhexian. Jazz stuck out his glossa before pulling out his datapads and was casually tossing them on the table beside his ped. "Jazz, are you going to report?"

"Gimme a moment tah find somethin' worth reportin' about. No sight of Cons… no sight… no sight… Oh here we go, scouts reported tah have spotted Megatron and Shockwave in the abandoned business district in Praxus." Jazz scrolled through the report while reading a shorten version of it. "No Vehicons, no backup, just them until they walked into this building and they were met by a squad of Seekers. Dah scouts weren't able tah disclose dah building name with it bein' blocked by a giant fraggin' Decepticon banner."

"Language." Prowl said with a warning tone like he would give his brothers.

Being a smart aft Jazz was he decided to speak the first language he learned verbally. "Kaonion." When he spoke Kaonion, his voice had a habit of getting deeper. The mech quickly smiled and returned speaking Iaconian. "Ah'm kiddin', it was Polyhexian. Pretty easy tah learn, not sure why no creators don't teach transformation gears language more often."

The other mechs all shifted in their chairs uncomfortably and decided to go on with the meeting, but Blaster thought it best to have a little internal conversation with the Polyhexian. Next time, maybe don't use Kaonion tah show off. Jazz shot his helm up, kept his helm aimed in the direction of Sentinel but scanned the table until stopping on the red and yellow Autobot. Ah know ya can hear meh Jazz. Don't worry Ah won't tell anyone dat ya didn't really get fragged by Tracks.

Jazz gasped quietly and bit his bottom lip nervously as he put walls up in his processor. Ah did too. Get out of my processor Blaster. He mentally pushed the communications officer out of his thoughts and built more walls to keep him out. The meeting soon ended and Jazz slid is arm through Prowl's unsuspecting arm, and dragged him down to the mess hall. As the new third in command, I need to stay extra vigilant and try to that other lieutenant spot. "Prowler, Ah'm thirsty."

"Well then it is a good thing that you are dragging me in the direction of the energon." Prowl said dryly and was caught by surprise when Jazz laughed. Just like he did with Blaster, wow. The Praxian's deep thoughts were interrupted by Tracks walking past and casually spoke with a purr of his engines.

"I enjoyed last night Jazz."

I hope you enjoyed :)