AN: First off thank you all for the support and encouragement from everyone who has read ad reviewed this story. I never thought that it would get as big a response as it has.
Especially to: PrancingTiger86, Independent.C., pl2363, TammyCat, Mirage Shinkiro, flamingmarsh, Svecounia, marleypup14, Ameri, Hot Rod's Girl, OrianPrime92, Gimme-Chan, wolves-fire77, Deepseadolphin11, EasterOfFlesh. Thanks as always for the continued support, your all super.
Now, I apologize first for the delay for this chapter (work has been keeping me busy) and second for the fact that there will be another big delay because I leave for a two week vacation (Yes!) in about seven hours, and while I will have my laptop with me, I don't know when I'll have time to sit down and type again. So we'll see what happens.
In any case I hope this chapter tides everyone over, and I'll definitely be back after June 12, so until then (or maybe sooner) enjoy!
Making Sense of the Illogical
Chapter Fourteen
Klick- About One Earth Second
Breem - 8.3 Earth minutes
Cycle-One Earth Hour
Joor – One Earth Day
Orn - About Two Earth Weeks
Vorn - About 83 Earth years
Jazz crouched low, right in the small blind spot of the two cameras that overlooked the hallway and cursed Red Alert profusely in his head.
The security director would get himself dismissed from the Security Center right when he was about to implement the second phase of his plans for Prowl.
And speaking of Prowl… Jazz counted down the klicks in his processor
Three …
Two…
One…
And dived for the right side of the hallway just as the cameras swiveled with miniscule, almost invisible movements on their perches.
Allowing two breems to pass as he stooped low, Jazz calculated his moment and then continued down the hallway on bended knees, using vorns of practice to stay out of sight of the cameras that surveyed the base level that housed Prowl's office.
Dropping flat to the ground, Jazz slid the three or so feet that were left between him and the touch pad that granted access to the SIC's office.
Waiting another klick and straining his senses to their fullest, Jazz pulled a sack of small clear balls from from his subspace, took aim at the pad and grinned triumphantly when the door to Prowl's office swished open with a quiet hiss of air.
Hoping to Primus that Prowl wasn't monitoring this particular hallway, Jazz made a quick lunge for the open door and let out a sigh of relief when he managed to slip under the door sensors.
Standing up quickly inside the left corner right inside the door, Jazz examined his objective with a critical eye.
Prowl's desk was directly in the center of the room, directly in the line of sight of three of the cameras that were stationed in the hallway.
Switching his sight over to the light spectrum, Jazz tracked the cameras faint ion trails to pinpoint exactly where they were focused.
Skirting the wall to find the right position, Jazz made a quick run for the desk and barely managed to stay out of the range of the cameras as he dived under it.
Hidden under the desk Jazz almost let out a triumphant yell at having successfully completed his first task.
Turning his attention towards his second task, Jazz once again reached into subspace and grabbed his latest acquired data-padds along with a fresh cube of energon and carefully snaked his hand along the metal, hastily arranging the both items in the center of the desktop.
Letting his head go level with the desk for just a moment, Jazz nodded, satisfied with the placement of both items. Slipping below the desk again, Jazz let fifteen klicks pass before lunging back towards the corner nearest the door.
Crouching down, Jazz exited the room, making sure to hit the door controls on his way back to his office.
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Two cycles after he had broken into Prowl's office found Jazz strolling leisurely up the corridor towards the conference rooms for the Autobots regularly scheduled (too regularly for his tastes) all personnel meeting and running his processor through differing scenarios on how to implement phase two of his plans to make Prowl his.
Jazz would be the first to admit that he was actually having fun chasing Prowl. He had never before had a potential love interest that he had had to work this hard to get before, and the change and challenge that it provided was as nerve wracking as it was exhilarating.
Though it was also starting to drag a little bit on him as well.
With as much fun as he was having a part of him (a very large part) was aching for it to be all just be over with so that he could be free to sweep Prowl into his arms, run his fingers over the tactician's body and…
Jazz blinked his optics and ordered his feet to halt just as he came upon a cluster of mechs who were all lounging around in the hallway.
Spotting Sideswipe, Jazz weaved his way through the mass of bodies until he was beside the red warrior. Once in that position the reason for the group's hesitation was painfully obvious.
Jazz let out a low appreciative noise as he looked into the conference room where Red Alert and Inferno were actually screaming in unison at both Optimus Prime and Prowl.
Jazz's spark fluttered a bit as he gazed at the SIC. Prowl's doorwings were straight up on his back, held almost indignantly as he took the brunt of the verbal assault that Red Alert and Inferno were hurling at him, and the look of steady determination in his optics as he replied calmly to both enraged mechs.
Seizing this rare opportunity Jazz let his gaze roam over Prowl's body, optic's once again alighting upon Prowl's doorwings with unbridled curiosity.
Doorwings by their very nature were funny things. Extremely sensitive to any external stimuli, they were said to make those few bots that were unlucky enough to have them very fun to interface with. And Prowl's, with their obvious versatility, were rather nice all around.
Studying the appendages (from their inverted white tips to the black highlight's that started halfway across the square limb) Jazz wondered what he could do to Prowl once he had full access to them.
Immersing himself in various scenarios, Jazz grinned slightly as his processor presented him with some rather interesting ideas.
"…azz…Jazz!" Startled, Jazz turned back around to gaze confusedly (and irritatedly) back at Sideswipe, who had cupped his hands around his mouth plate and had actually yelled at the top of his vocalizer into Jazz's audio receptor.
Wincing at the amplified sound, Jazz rocked back on his heels.
"Yes Sideswipe?" Jazz questioned once he deemed himself a safe distance from the warrior.
Looking a bit put out, Sideswipe gestured at the open door to the meeting room.
"Don't you think that you should go in there and help them out?"
Jazz refocused his optics into the room, assessing the situation. In the breem that he had let his imagination wander, the situation had deteriorated to the point that Red Alert was now being physically restrained by both Optimus and Inferno as he continued to hurl insults (very creative insults at that. Jazz actually raised an optic ridge at a few of them, impressed with the Security Director despite himself) at Prowl.
Heaving a sigh through his intakes Jazz looked back down the hallway where the entirety of Prime's hand-picked unit was gathered, watching the ensuing drama with various degrees of amusement and disapproval.
Side stepping until he was sure that he was completely visible, Jazz cleared his vocalizer to get everybot's attention. Once he was sure that he had at least ninety percent of them focused on him he took control of the situation, dismissing them for two cycles so that the senior officers could get the current situation sorted out.
Once the hallway was clear Jazz turned back to the open door to the conference room, internally debating whether he should intervene or not.
Taking a moment to look back in at the four bots, Jazz cursed his luck again at having been chosen as an officer (it had never been something that he had wanted, in fact Optimus had blackmailed him into accepting the position, much to his everlasting chagrin and dismay ) and straightened his shoulder joints before entering the room.
Careful to make sure that he couldn't look at Prowl (his newly found emotional and physical restraint regarding the SIC would never hold if he did), Jazz stepped around the conference table and walked towards the corner where Red Alert was now repeatedly hitting Optimus with a data-padd.
Clearing his vocalizer to get the attention of the quartet, Jazz walked succinctly over to the Security Director and snatched the data-padd out of his hands before turning towards Optimus and smiling.
"Anything I can help with here?" Jazz asked his commander while keeping out of Red Alert's reach.
"Ah, Jazz." The Prime said, shooting him an unreadable look.
Jazz had turned towards Inferno to hand him the data-padd that he had confiscated when a soft voice calling his name stopped him in his tracks.
"Jazz." whispered a voice from the side, and unconsciously Jazz looked around to find the source of the noise.
Jazz's system shuttered to a halt as he met Prowl's optics. All thoughts vanished from his processor and it seemed as if the planet itself held its breath for just that klick. Jazz was caught up in looking at Prowl, observing every joint, running his gaze over Prowl's perfectly maintained plating, committing to memory every seam and servo that made up Prowl's body.
The moment ended as abruptly as it had started. One klick Jazz was running his gaze appreciatively down Prowl's chassis, the next he was being rammed into by Red Alert, who had managed to break out of Inferno and Optimus' grasp and had dived for his data-padd, knocking into Jazz and sending him sideways right into Prowl, which in turn had sent both mechs tumbling to the floor.
Caught off guard, Jazz shuttered his optics, contemplating his newfound position. He was sprawled on top of Prowl, straddling the tactician's waist, one hand on the floor, the other pressing against the SIC's chest plates, right above his spark chamber.
Jazz's systems reacted immediately to the closeness to Prowl that he had unexpectedly attained. Heating up at the mere thought of the proximity between him and Prowl.
This close to Prowl it would be a simple thing to reach out and run his fingers over Prowl's plating. A simple thing to lean in ever so slightly and capture the tacticians' lips with his…
Prowl made a noise deep in his vocalizer that startled Jazz out of his daydream. And to Jazz's absolute horror he found that his hand had trailed slowly down and had come to rest on the tactician's hips and that he was only centimeters above Prowl's face, in a position to…
Leveraging himself up, Jazz clambered swiftly to his feet brushing off the hand that Red Alert had stuck out to help and shoving the data-padd back into the security director's arms Jazz turned on his heels and ran out the door, leaving three amused and one very shocked mech behind him.
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-Bonus Scene 3-
Inferno bent down and offered the seemingly stunned Prowl his hand.
Frowning at the unresponsive tactician, Inferno cleared his vocalizer.
"Prowl, you gettin' up offa the floor?"
"Hmm. What?" Prowl blinked his optics, then noticing the outstretched hand, he shook his head and allowed the fire chief to pull him to his feet.
Noticing Optimus eying the door, he looked in the same direction, right where Jazz had just disappeared.
Jazz…
Prowl turned around and looked back to where Red Alert was talking quietly to his bond-mate, feeling startled beyond his capacity to handle.
Looking once more towards the door, Prowl shook his head to clear it, pulled out a chair and collapsed unceremoniously into it only one thing occupying his thoughts.
Jazz…
Hope everyone enjoyed the chapter, see everyone in a week or two. KG.
*Edited for content, grammar and spelling on August 4, 2013* - Reposted on November 11, 2013*