As requested by Autobot Chromia! Sorry this took so long TT^TT Trying to pin down an idea for it was haaaaard.

Is a part of the 'Twins' story.

If they had thought a Praxian with a carrying mate was scary, they'd obviously never seen a carrying Praxian.

Prowl refused to believe it.

He'd Sired them last time – who's idea of a cruel joke was it to make him carry?! He was one of the least maternal on the entire Ark – even Ironhide would be better than him!

Jazz was, obviously, jealous, and every time he looked at Prowl there would be a noticeable pout on his face. Prowl was perfectly happy to let Jazz carry, but unfortunately that window of opportunity had been closed the moment Prowl actually sparked.

And now it was time for everyone to learn just how terrifying Prowl could be.

"Why do you always look at me like that?!"

"Like wha'?" Jazz jumped slightly in his seat from where he was lounging around in his quarters, reading a datapad.

"You always look at me like I'm some sort of revolting creature, as if you regret having anything to do with me!" Prowl replied, bottom lip starting to wobble. Jazz looked on, slightly dumbfounded. Was Prowl about to cry? The last time he'd done that was vorn ago and he was overcharged-

Oh, frag. Yep. He was crying.

"Oh Prowler" Jazz cooed, rushing to Prowls side as he hugged the larger frame to himself as best he could, "Ah'm not ashamed of ya, Ah think ya perfect. Shame on anyone who tells ya different!"

Prowl sniffed, coolant still pooling in his optics to run down his cheeks. "I'm sorry, I just can't shake the feeling…" Prowl sniffed, wiping a tear away with the back of his hand. "I hate this. Were you this bad?"

"Ah was terrible, Prowler. Ya got soooo annoyed with me." Jazz replied with a laugh. "But ya can't help it. Ah know." Jazz gently traced patterns on Prowls chevron, the mech relaxing into the touch. A few moments later, Prowl yawned, doorwings lazily twitching.

"I think I'm going to have a nap." Prowl sleepily mumbled, gently pushing Jazz's arms away and going into the berthroom.

"Want me to come too?"

"That would be nice." Prowl admitted, stopping to wait for Jazz to catch up.

Jazz was in the doghouse, that much was for certain. He had been sitting in the rec room with Blaster and Mirage, loudly complaining that he wished he was the one who was carrying as it was one of the rare times when Prowl allowed public displays of affection, when the mech himself had suddenly appeared behind him and dumped the contents of his cube atop of his head.

The yelp that Jazz had released was unmechly and very high pitched, drawing laughter from the room, however the hot glare on Prowls face quickly shut the rest of the room up.

With a sinking feeling, Jazz realized that he was best keeping his mouth shut in the future. With a huff and a dismissive flick of his doorwings, Prowl stormed out of the room.

In hindsight, complaining about how reserved and grumpy Prowl was wasn't the best idea Jazz had ever had, and it was somewhere up with taking a running leap at an electric fence to see if it was turned on. Prowl had not been amused, and neither had Ratchet.

"Wait, Prowler!" Jazz leapt up and chased after him, the rest of the room watching. Jazz left a trail of energon after him, the liquid dripping onto the floor as he ran.

"Prowler, come on!" Jazz whined as the mech ignored him and carried on walking.

It looked as though it would be the sofa for him tonight.

Autobot Chromia – yanno funnily enough I have actually touched an electric fence before. I was trying to see if it was turned on, and the box that activated it and set the voltage was less than a meter away from me, but I decided that touching it was a better idea… It wasn't. It was used to contain horses within a field, no idea how many volts it was but damn did it hurt.

Still taking requests :D One more week of college then it's the holidays for me.

~Llama