Next installment. Thanks for all the requests and reviews. I'll get started on them as soon as I finish this mission special. I think I'm going to put a very light amount of slash in this and maybe save the really good stuff for another chapter. I've edited and changed every chapter and now chapter 6 has even more added to it.

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Part two

Characters: Sunstreaker, Optimus Prime, Jazz

Theme: Mission

And this is centered around Optimus… kinda…

Optimus stayed vigilant through the night until it came time for Jazz to take watch. Periodically during Optimus's watch the Porsche and Lamborghini had moved closer to the front of his chassis where the heat escaped from his radiator.

He woke Jazz and then turned off the slow, deep hum of his engine. He closed the vents on his grillwork and frame to circulate the warmth throughout and he shut down into recharge.

Dawn arose, chilly and beautiful. Ice crystals had attached to his body and windshield and he barely resisted the urge to transform and shake the small itchy particles off him.

Sunstreaker was sitting in front of the Prime and Porsche at the edge of the outlook, sitting low on his suspension, idling. So much so that his undercarriage was almost resting on the ground. Sunstreaker hadn't woke him up, so he credited it to his near insomnia. It drove him crazy sometimes. He would online after only a few hours recharge for no reason at all. He had conveniently neglected to tell Ratchet about it for vorns.

He shuddered and rocked on his suspension violently, flinging the ice off of him and most of it landed on the small Porsche that was practically burrowed in his chassis. Jazz couldn't get any closer than he was.

"Agh!" Jazz squealed. He failed starting his engine twice but on the third time managed to turn it over and scooted away from the annoyed leader. Optimus started his own engine after only a few times. Earth diesel vehicles were known for being stubborn when starting in the cold and Optimus had to wonder why Teletran decided to have one as his alternative mode.

"A little close?" Optimus asked. The Porsche's engine stuttered in embarrassment. Sunstreaker chortled in the background.

"I seem to remember that you also were rather close," Optimus said mildly and then moved forward, crowding them both and forcing them to move out of the way.

"You weren't complaining at the time." Sunstreaker rumbled right back. Optimus didn't respond and moved forward out of the coverage of rock and back out onto the un-used highway.

"Let's move out," He called back when the others didn't follow him. They grumbled for a few seconds before pulling in behind him.

Sunstreaker flitted neatly in front. It wasn't that Optimus couldn't protect himself, Prowl just recharged better knowing that his leader had a little extra protection with him, and Optimus wanted to put as little strain on his lieutenant as possible. They were good friends and Optimus cared deeply for the mech. Though he was sometimes a little strict, he couldn't think of anyone else he would want backing him up. Jazz was great, good for the morale of the Ark, but he lacked the professional persona that his tactician had.

They continued on and the air temperature eventually warmed up to a decent level, but as soon as they got into the higher altitudes as they crossed another mountain, it became almost unbearable. Optimus wasn't used to the constant warming and cooling of his body. They could stand extreme heats and colds, but when the two mixed together sporadically, it became annoying.

They came up another length of incline and were suddenly stopped by a giant wall of white. Apparently the road went no further than this, the humans hadn't plowed it.

"I am not going all the way back down to find another way across." The golden Lamborghini proclaimed suddenly.

"Keep your vocalisers down." Optimus warned them both. He had heard stories about avalanches and didn't fancy having to dig or having someone to dig all of them out.

Suddenly someone pinged him. He identified the sender as Prowl.

"Sir, anything to report so far?" Prowl's tone was terse and tired. Optimus nearly stalled. He had forgot to contact Prowl at all! No wonder he sounded tired.

"Sorry Prowl. We're going to transform and look on foot now. We've reached an impasse. How're things at the base?" Prime did his best to sound apologetic and wasn't sure if it was working that great. Ratchet was the next CO behind Jazz and he had to wonder how that was going. Ratchet had a tendency to be very emotional, which in his case was a good thing. Sometimes it got out of hand though.

"Everything is good. We were called out to a small skirmish, but I sent out some good mechs to take care of them." That was Prowl code for 'we whipped them.'

There was an abrupt pause in the conversation. Someone must've been asking Prowl a question back at base.

"I can send you the mission file over a tight link as soon as you're in range if you'd like." Prowl sent back after the brief lull.

Prime laughed out loud, startling the other two with him. Prowl's sense of humor was showing through again. Prowl knew quite well that he didn't like being bothered about paperwork when he was gone on a mission, or at all. Optimus was glad that he was finally shedding his cold exterior that Sentinel Prime had instilled in him.

"That's okay Prowl, I'm sure you can manage without my input."

"You okay?" A voice asked.

Prime jerked back to the situation at hand. Sunstreaker had transformed and was looking into his cab curiously.

"Yes, sorry, Prowl just contacted me." He said a bit breathlessly.

Jazz chuckled and looked back from the snow he was digging foot holes in. "He contacted me four times to see why you hadn't reported in with him."

"And you didn't feel the need to tell me?" Optimus asked a bit belligerently, transforming and unfurling as well.

"Well, you're the leader. I figure you'd know best." Jazz was trying to grab handfuls of snow to climb up, but it kept breaking off.

"I forgot," the big mech said while stretching his arms out to crack his servos. He could see Sunstreaker wince and he did it again.

"Really? That never came across to me." The saboteur groaned. "How high is this anyways?" he pointed up to the vast white wall before them.

Optimus took a step back to look. "I'd say at least fifty feet high straight up, and then another three hundred feet of a ninety degree angle of terrain after that."

Jazz gave up and stepped away, his visor flashing with irritation. "What I wouldn't give for an aerialbot right now…" he muttered.

Optimus reached in his subspace and pulled out an energy ration and ate it while thinking.

"Let's just blast our way through." Sunstreaker said sourly. He crossed his arms and started pacing.

"We can't do that; it might bring some more snow." Jazz replied offhandedly teetering over the edge of the road, looking for a way across. He started slipping and tried to back pedal before he fell off. Optimus jumped and grabbed him by the back of his canopy, landing hard on his chassis. The glass windows hidden underneath his back plates cracked and broke. He quickly hauled him up and plopped him back on the icy pavement before the ice caused Optimus to slip and drop him.

Jazz was laying spread eagle where he had been dropped, venting hard. Sunstreaker was beside Optimus, looking like he might have been attempting to make a grab for him. Optimus rolled over onto his back and sighed deeply in relief.

"Sunstreaker!" Optimus suddenly said vehemently. Both started and looked at him.

"If you want to push Jazz off the mountain make sure I'm not looking next time!" he said seriously, trying to infuse a hint of anger in his tone for effect.

Sunstreaker looked thoroughly scandalized. He raised his hands up in what was probably a defensive gesture, but he just looked angry… and bewildered. Jazz was trying to hide his laughter, but Optimus could see his frame quaking.

"I never…" he said compassionately before Prime cut him off.

"I was kidding, Sunstreaker."

Jazz burst out laughing, rolling from side to side on his back.

Sunstreaker stuttered his optics twice and Prime figured he'd come up with some snappy reply. He didn't. Sunstreaker's optics glittered and curved beautifully and his whole face lit up into a broad smile and then he started laughing, a deep rich sound that made the leader think of times long passed.

They laughed together until Jazz broke off into a groan of pain. He looked over his shoulder and reached back as far as he could to poke at his back.

"My windows are broken," he muttered forlornly. That meant he'd be even colder at night and Ratchet would kill him.

"Sorry, I couldn't find anything else to reach at the time." Optimus reached over to Jazz to inspect the wound. A small amount of energon was leaking out at the seams. He touched it gently and Jazz hissed in pain.

"My hands are too big to fit in," he murmured while looking closer. Prime looked up at Sunstreaker. "Can you seal them off?" He unsubspaced a small first-aid kit while he spoke.

The warrior nodded in assent and Optimus moved out of the way. He watched in sympathy while Jazz hissed in pain.

"No more acrobatics Jazz," he said firmly. The saboteur smiled tightly and nodded, then yelped in pain.

"Hey watch it!"

"Quit moving!"

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