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"You're doing really well!"

Forcing a pained smile at Bluestreak, Jazz forced himself to take another step forwards. His entire frame still throbbed and ached, and his new leg and arm hurt the worst. Walking was like torture, but he had felt worse pain. Much, much worse.

Bumblebee and Bluestreak had taken it upon themselves to keep Jazz company while Prowl was working. The saboteur didn't mind. He loved the company of the two younger mechs, but he still missed Prowl, and having nothing to do was making him feel increasingly on edge.

After another step, Jazz's newly attached leg buckled underneath him and he grunted as he collapsed on the ground. A sharp snarl tore its way from his vocaliser and he punched the ground. "Frag it!"

The minibot and the young Praxian both hurried to help Jazz to his pedes again. "Maybe you should take a break?" Bumblebee suggested, supporting the saboteur over to the couch. "Prowl'll be back soon."

With a sigh, Jazz practically threw himself on the couch, ignoring the protesting whine of his systems. "It's so borin' in here. Ratchet still won't let meh leave the room." He ignored the sympathetic looks he received and turned to Bluestreak. "How's it goin' with the twins?"

Looking slightly startled at the sudden question, Bluestreak frowned slightly. "Oh. It's, um..."

From beside him, Bumblebee was making a cutting gesture across his throat, shaking his helm and mouthing "Abort, abort!"

Raising an optic ridge from behind his visor, Jazz tilted his helm curiously. "Ya don't have to answer if ya don't wanna. They still bein' afts?"

And just like that, the Praxian burst into tears. Bumblebee winced; he had clearly been expecting this reaction. Doorwings drooped, and Bluestreak shook his helm helplessly. "They're going out with someone else!"

"Well... I don't think they're courting him." Bumblebee tried to comfort the other mech, awkwardly patting his shoulder. "I think they're just fragging-"

"Bumblebee!" Jazz chided as Bluestreak's sobs increased. "Blue, c'mon... Don't cry. Ah don't like it when ya cry."

"I'm sorry." Making a big effort to hold back his sobs, Bluestreak wiped his teary face. "I just.. I'm so angry with them, but I miss them lots."

"Right." Jazz shifted slightly, then winced as pain shot up through his leg. "Well... Who is it that they're fra- goin' out with?"

"S-Spectrum." Bluestreak sniffled, wiping away some more coolant tears.

Jazz stiffened, staring a Bluestreak in shock. "No! Really?"

"Yeah." The young Praxian whispered, avoiding the older mech's gaze. "I mean, I understand it I g-guess. Spectrum is r-really good-looking, and he's really s-smart and he's the head of Special Ops, so that would make him really mysterious and-"

"Blue, hush." Jazz said softly, leaning forwards despite the pain and enveloping the little Praxian in his arms. "You're so much better than Spectrum, in every way. The twins don't know what they're missing. Ya gotta show them." A devious smile spread across his face.

"H-how?"

"Well, Ah do have a few ideas."

Before any of Jazz's devious ideas could be shared, the door to the quarters slid open and Prowl entered, carrying several datapads. He paused when he saw the two younger mechs and spared them both a smile before turning his attention to Jazz. "How are you feeling?" He asked, leaving the datapads on one of the tables as he approached the couch.

"Ah'm fine." Jazz smiled, tilting his head up for a kiss as Prowl sat next to him on the couch. "How was work?"

The tactician paused again, optics narrowing as he stared at his lover. "What are you planning?"

An elaborate sigh escaped the saboteur and he rolled his optics behind his visor. "Ya walked in before Ah could plan a single thing!"

A small giggle came from Bluestreak, and he gave both the older mechs a small smile. "I'm going to go. I'm meant to be meeting Ironhide for a patrol shift, like, right now. I don't want to annoy him by being late or anything because I was late last time for my patrol, and he wasn't very impressed so I told him that I wouldn't be late ever again."

Optic ridges suddenly furrowed in a frown as Prowl caught sight of Bluestreak's tear-stained face. "Have you been crying, Bluestreak?"

"No, I'm fine!" A bright smile was plastered across the young Praxian's face as he got to his pedes. "I'll see you later. I hope you feel better, Jazz."

The remaining three watched the sniper hurry out of the room. Once he was gone, Bumblebee cleared his vocaliser and stood. "I should go too."

"Ya don't have to, Bee-"

"No, I'll you two alone." Bumblebee grinned, before giving Jazz a gentle hug. "See you tomorrow, guys."

They waited until they were alone before Jazz turned and leaned up to envelope Prowl's mouth in a passionate kiss.

Exceedingly cautious of the smaller mech's still-tender and healing wounds, Prowl kissed back and ran his fingers over sensitive audiohorns.

"Love ya." Jazz whispered into the kiss, reaching his hands up to cup the taller mech's face.

"And I love you." Prowl whispered in return, pressing another gentle kiss to the saboteur's jaw. "You are so brave and strong and smart and beautiful-"

Grinning, Jazz cut off Prowl's words with another kiss. "If you're tryin' to entice meh to berth, it's workin'."

"I am not trying to entice you anywhere, I have you all to myself. You're all mine."

"I like that." Smiling softly, Jazz pressed his lips to Prowl's nose and smiled again. Taking a deep vent of air, he relaxed into the taller mech's arms. "Ya never told me how work was."

"Work was fine. I was speaking to Spectrum."

The length of Jazz's body became tense. "Oh?"

"Indeed. I called a meeting for the command staff."

"If Ah was able t' walk without collapsin', Ah'd have been listenin' in on that meeting."

"I do not doubt that for a single second," his lips quirked up in an amused smile. "You missed quite an interesting meeting."

"Oh sure, rub it in my face."

"I was not." Prowl assured, stroking the smaller mech's audio horns to soothe him. "In fact, Optimus agreed to quite a few of my points."

"Really?" The saboteur murmured. He wasn't really listening as offlined his optics behind his visor.

"Oh, yes. In fact, he wholeheartedly agreed with my suggestion to make you the new Head of Special Ops."

There was a long pause as Jazz processed what had just been said. "What?" He sat up as best as he could, frowning in bewilderment.

"Both myself and the Prime think that you could do an incredibly good job of running the department. The rest of the command staff agreed, and Spectrum willingly surrendered his position."

Still in shock, Jazz gaped at the SIC. "Primus... You... you did that for me?"

"I would do anything for you." The tactician said without hesitation. "Within reason, of course. But your promotion to Head of Special Ops has nothing to do with our intimacy. It is plain to see that your skills are superior, especially after that disastrous mission that you were injured in."

"Prowler..." Apparently lost for words, the visored mech just stared at his lover. "...are you for real?"

"Yes, of course."

A nervous laugh promptly burst from his vocaliser, and he leaned up and kissed Prowl hard on the mouth. "Ah can't fraggin' believe it. When Ah heal completely, you are gonna frag me so hard that everyone in Iacon will hear me scream."

"Absolutely." Resisting the urge to mirror Jazz's grin, Prowl stood from the couch and held out his hand. "Come on, you should be resting in berth."

Still grinning, Jazz allowed himself to be helped to his pedes. He winced as sharp pain flooded his sensornet. "Ow."

Knowing perfectly well that Jazz wasn't going to ask for help anytime soon, Prowl wrapped his arm around the smaller mech's waist and assisted him over to the berth. He helped to lay Jazz out on the berth, before settling next to him. "As soon as you are fit, I'd like you to begin running the department. Would this be okay with you?"

"Yeah. Better than okay." Jazz beamed up at him. "It's been so long since Ah was trusted t' be in charge of somethin' important."

"What about the training of the new recruits?"

"Pfft. Not the same."

"Well, I am glad you are happy."

The ex-Decepticon smiled again and squeezed the other mech's hand. "Ah'm happy so long as Ah'm with you, mech. You changed everything, y'know?"

"Did I?"

"Yeah. Ah mean... Ya got meh back on track. Well. Not back on track. Ah've never actually been on track. This is the first time. And Ah like it. Ah like bein' able t' think like a normal mech. Ah like not feelin' like Ah'm bein' torn apart from the inside. Ah like feelin' loved."

"You are loved." Again, Prowl pressed another kiss to the top of the smaller mech's dark helm. "I love you."

"Mmmm. You're the first person that's ever said that to me, you know that?"

"I had a feeling."

"And you're the first person Ah've ever loved." Snuggling closer to the strong chassis, Jazz peeked up through his visor at his lover. "Ah mean, Ah've been fixated on mechs before, so Ah know what obsession is. But this, with you? Ah've never felt like this before. Ah like it. It makes meh feel fuzzy on the inside whenever Ah look at ya."

With a small smile, the tactician nodded slowly. "I am glad that I make you happy. That's all I would ever want."

wow, so fluffy.