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Ch. 23

Jazz sat at his office in the ARK, reading a recent ops mission with a bored expression on his face. He was rubbing his chest with a groan, he knew he should go see Ratchet, but he didn't feel sociable. "Calm down Jazz, don't show anything is wrong or Soundwave will know. I can't let him find out about this. It's bad enough you're risking everything for a chance."

The Polyhexian stood up and held the datapad in his servo. "All you have to do is slip Prowl the sedative, give him everything, and then confess to Prime. And pray to fragging Primus that he understands why I did it. I need to make sure that the twins are safe… no I can't risk Blaster finding out."

The memory was interrupted by the failsafe slamming that door shut. He forced a memory to come forward of Jazz messing around with a power box.

"Almost, almost, almost-" Jazz jumped back with a surge of electricity going through his systems and he grabbed his servo with a shout of pain. "Frag! Fragging! Slaggit!" The visored mech kicked the wall before dropping to the ground as he started to cry out his frustration.

He took a few frustrated intakes before wiping his face as he rose to his peds. "Okay Jazz, you got this. It's no different than all the times you've cut power. Just ya know in reverse." The Polyhexian started running the wires against each other before the emergency lights came on. He got even more excited until the actual lights came on. "Yes! Yes! Now for the water."

The Polyhexian started pulling out of the memory, taking his time. He felt Prowl's field encouraging him to come back to the real world. Jazz sat up slowly with a groan before pressing his back against the couch. Bluestreak waited until Jazz was a bit more aware before asking him his usual questions. The Praxian tested the field and proceeded to ask.

"Can you tell me about the first memory? What was the purpose of giving Prowl a sedative?" Bluestreak asked as if his brother wasn't sitting right next to the mech in question.

Jazz rubbed his servos nervously, closing himself from the two but he knew that it wouldn't help him. "I didn't want Prowl to see me giving back the gifts because it already hurt too much. If he was in stasis when I gave it all back, then it wouldn't hurt as much. Leading up to my confession, it took a lot of strength to keep the act up. If I blocked off the pain and worry away from the resident telepaths, then there wouldn't be any chances of them finding out about Operation: Europe."

"What's Operation: Europe?" Bluestreak shifted forward in his seat.

"I-I…I don't remember. I know Europe was code for… for Cybertron. And I told Telatraan that if anyone asked about my whereabouts to just say I'm dealing with Operation: Europe." Jazz rubbed the back of his helm before his frame went rigid. Prowl and Bluestreak watched Jazz reach for one of the styluses on the table in front of them. He started drawing out glyphs on the screen. Halifax's shop, my secret is safe there. Don't hurt them, scared of losing their Carrier. Jazz gasped as he fell backwards with the stylus falling to the ground.

"Jazz, Jazz, Jazz are you okay? Can you hear us?" Prowl was quick to worry about the mech that was staring with a dazed look on his face. Bluestreak was in utter shock of what to do; for one Jazz had never reacted this way when they would talk about his memories, and he had never seen Prowl's wings move almost as fast as Smokescreen's. The Polyhexian's visors were slowly rebooting and he felt Prowl's field spiking with worry. "Jazz, answer me."

"I blacked out again, didn't I?" He looked at the other mechs with a small frown as a servo went to his helm. Jazz froze when Prowl pulled him into arms tightly, it was just like the time he told him about the sparkling. His servos slowly moved to his back before he hugged him just as tight, his digits dug into his frame as he hid his face in the white mech's neck. I love you too Prowler. Jazz finally pulled away with his face heated up with embarrassment.

The ringing came and Jazz knew what that meant. He stood up with Prowl's servo in his hold. Bluestreak stood with a smile on his face, "well despite your little black out episode I'd mark this as a really good session. Homework tonight is to buff out those glyphs you've been putting on yourself."

The visored mech tensed and dropped his helm. "Saw those did ya?"

"No, Ironhide mentioned it. And Blaster confirmed when you two realigned the bond. You can't be doing this type of stuff to yourself Jazz, whether you believe it helps or not. Tonight, I want you to buff out all of the negativity. If you start doing it again, force yourself to put something positive. Think you can do that?" Bluestreak explained Jazz's homework when he took the mech's right arm, exposing all of the chipped paint that had glyphs written in him.

Jazz covered them with his free servo. He wanted to say no, but the supportive feeling of Prowl gave him the courage to nod. "Yeah, I think I can do that. Next week?"

"Actually, I'll be seeing you at the end cycle! Mirage is having some sort of party for some reason. He said it was exciting news though!" Bluestreak said with a happy flutter of his wings.

Jazz was surprised to hear about this party, which explained Ironhide asking if he had the day before the end cycle off and Blaster was making such a large playlist. He gave Bluestreak a hug before following Prowl outside. They walked in silence, but when Jazz let his field overlap with Prowl's he wasn't mad or upset with him. Prowl looked down at the mech when he felt their overlapped fields. "Are you truly okay Jazz? I was scared that you were going to crash."

"I'm okay now. Thank you for coming to this today. It meant a lot to have your support. I understand if you're mad at me, I would be." The Polyhexian dropped his servo and hugged himself with a deep frown. Prowl, once again, pulled him into his arms with a small rumble of his engines. "Prowl, did you read the datapad that I gave you?"

"Jazz, I understand that you were afraid of the circumstances and did what you thought was best. Though I wish you had put some faith in me wishing to give you a better life after the war. And, I couldn't bring myself to read it after I saw you being incarcerated. Still can't get myself to turn it on." Prowl admitted with slight guilt in his words. Jazz looked up at Prowl before leaning against his frame. "Would it be too premature to ask if I could help you clean yourself?"

The visored mech looked up in shock at the offer. He bit his lip with a whine accidently escaping his voice box. Prowl had to come up with a different plan, realizing how sensitive the offer was. "I apologize Jazz, I didn't think it was a sensitive area of conversation. Perhaps I take you to the one of the spa houses in the downtown sector of Iacon? It's public."

He isn't going to hurt you, you idiot! Prowl had plenty of times to hurt you. It's not like he was asking to frag, he said he wouldn't do that until you make the first move. Jazz shook his helm before putting a smile on his lips. "No, I think I will be okay with just a shower. I have to do stuff around the house anyways."

"If you believe you are comfortable with this level of… intimacy." Prowl carefully said, not wanting to scare Jazz's systems into thinking anything. He didn't even want to give his own systems any false hope that Jazz truly wanted to reestablish their love. Despite the flame that had ignited in his cold spark after their first outing together.

The ex-Autobot laughed behind his servo before holding the enforcer's servo once again. "I do."

The pair arrived back at the house, their optics, like their focus, was locked on each other. They completely missed Ironhide and Ultra Magnus in the kitchen chatting it up in the kitchen, and only stopped when they saw the two go down the hall. Jazz realized this was the first time that Prowl had seen his room.

"I believe your quarters on the ARK were cleaner than this." Prowl teased while Jazz scrambled around to pick up the scattered datapads. The Polyhexian tossed them all on his berth with a sheepish chuckle.

"I was having a lot of good days, and it led to this explosion of songs. And well thirty pads later this happened." Jazz returned the jest and went over to the desk, picking up a framed image that he took from one of his memories. Prowl walked over to him and gave half a chuckle. The image was of Prowl sitting at his desk with his helm resting in his arms as he had fallen in stasis. "That was the day after the anniversary party of us landing on Earth. We were both pretty overcharged, but I stared at you for groons."

"You know, my favorite memory is of us looking the stars." Prowl admitted before testing boundaries by standing behind Jazz. The Polyhexian turned around and gave a small yelp when he was bumper to bumper to Prowl. The Praxian was quick to step back. "I apologize for startling you; I was wishing to see what was too close for you."

Jazz sat the frame down and shook his helm with uneasiness. "No, no it's okay. I was just not expecting you to be that close to me. Shower now?" The Praxian nodded in conformation and the visored mech guided him to the washroom with his field open to show how unsure he was with something.

"If you wish I can wait out here. I do not wish to cause you to panic." Prowl offered when they stopped inside the average sized washroom. No obvious signs of him indulging in self harm. Jazz turned the hot water on and turned the fan on to prevent the mirror from fogging up.

"No, I'll be okay Prowler. Just… waist up only?" Jazz stepped into the shower first before allowing Prowl to get in next. The Praxian turned his wings slightly out of the way as they just stared at each other. Prowl was reaching for the soap behind Jazz, and the mech flinched hard with a whimper. His battle computer told him that if he continued this event then Jazz would glitch for sure. Jazz saw the understanding expression in the other's optics, and he felt a grave amount of shame when he cupped his cheek plate and was left alone in the shower.

After nearly a groon in the shower, Jazz finally emerged from the washroom with Prowl looking at one of the datapads that were sitting on his berth. "Hey, sorry about earlier. I guess I was moving too fast. You're scowling, what's wrong?" The Polyhexian stopped talking when he had seen the deep frown on the white faceplate. Prowl turned the tablet around, showing a memory of Jazz looking over Ricochet and Skids as they recharged. No, no, no I'm not ready. Why did he look at that!? Jazz started shaking as his world started crumbling. "Prowl, I-I-I can explain. Well kind of, but please don't be mad at me. I kept them a secret to protect them, from Soundwave."

Prowl stood and just sat the datapad on the berth. "You found sparklings, broke several forms of protocol, and refrained from speaking of this critical information to Optimus. Jazz, you were careless and risked the future of these sparklings all because of something that wasn't going to happen. How can I trust you weren't going to just hand them off to Soundwave, if the Decepticons won?"

"Prowl? Please, I-." Jazz was interrupted by Prowl putting a servo between them, and he started panicking more. He was quick to fall to his knees and made Prowl's digits firmly grip his horns as he cried. "Please, please I can't lose you. Please don't be mad at me. Please Prowl, I'll do anything! I-I-I'll be your pet."

Prowl pulled his servos away with a shake of his helm. "I don't want a pet, Jazz. I want a sparkmate that can trust me. I just need some time to think. Good-bye Jazz." He kept his wings held high as he left Jazz on the floor.

Jazz fell onto all fours, covering his helm with his arms as he screamed. He cried for a solid five groons before he came out of his room. Ultra Magnus and Ironhide heard the door open, but then heard the sound of Jazz trying to break into another room. The red mech knew exactly what room that was, and he was quick to put a stop to it. He pulled him away while Jazz started thrashing around, and even tried to bite Ironhide. "Kid, Kid calm down. What happened? If you draw energon, you're going to go back Jazz. Do you hear me?"

The larger mech pulled out his cuffs to try and scare Jazz out of it, but he went limp as he started bawling again. "H-He doesn't want m-me. P-Prowl hates me. He's just like Soundwave. I c-can't do this anymore. Let me go back, they'll make the pain go away."

Ironhide let himself go to his knees and changed his hold into a hug. "You're not going back Jazz. Just calm down, okay? We all know how Prowl can get, he'll soon come running back to say sorry. Come on, do ya need me to comm Blaster?" He wasn't going to tell him that he did when he saw Prowl walk out. The Polyhexian nodded weakly before Ironhide helped Jazz onto his peds and took him to the living room and helped him onto the couch. Magnus gave his quick farewells just as Blaster arrived. Blaster went straight for the Jazz as he cried into the couch. "I'll go get energon."

"Thanks." Blaster took Ironhide's place and pulled the limp frame into his arms. He let his field overlap the other field despite how much he was withdrawing. J don't close dah bond. It's safe. We're safe. Ah'll talk tah Prime and have ya move in with meh and dah minis. When the Host felt the strong pull from the bond followed by a concerned comm form Ironhide, he was the angriest he had ever been. And he knew that when he saw Prowl again, he was going to have a few choice words for him.

Jazz was holding onto the red and yellow mech's neck as he tried to hold onto the bond, but his memories kept holding onto Prowl's reaction. He was so mad at me when he found about them Blaster. Prowl's my everything, I don't want to lose him again. Why did I have to exist? I ruin everything. I don't deserve any of this, I don't deserve the bond. The Polyhexian didn't know how or what to feel at this point. He thought Prowl understood, his symbiotic systems were even more in a whirl of confusion and pain. It was like he got rejected by his Host.

"J-man, ya gotta ignore those systems. Yer spark has tah get used tah bein' a single mech. Remember we're gonna be breakin' it before ya transfer." They had talked about it while they could, and Jazz hadn't need to hold onto the bond as much as he once did. He nodded with a small whine. "Ah know it hurts what parts are a symbiont, but yer gonna get through dis and bounce back."

The Polyhexian looked into the other's visors with a pained expression. He looked away as if ashamed. "If I wasn't so scared, we would have taken that shower and Prowl would have never seen it. He thinks I was going to give them to Soundwave. He said he understood me."

"Prowl's just is an idiot. A Sire mech no less; Sire mechs don't understand dah struggle us Carriers have tah go through. Ya did what ya thought was best tah keep those sparklin's safe from a life of enslavement. Give him a bit tah work out dah kinks. And if he hurts ya again, just say dah word and Ah'll hack into his systems and play dah most annoyin' song Earth has tah offer inside his internal speakers."

Jazz chuckled a bit at the thought of thought of that. He nodded while he wiped his face. "Thanks Blaster."

Ironhide finally returned with cubes and handed them to the two mechs. "Need me to punch him for ya?" The cyan visored mech shook his helm with a hitched laugh. "Alright, and this is why that door is locked. And don't think for a second I won't be doing my inspections again."

"I know." Jazz mumbled into the edge of the cube before he started drinking it. He sat the cube down with a heavy sigh. The mech laid his helm down in the red and yellow mech's lap. I can't wait for the spark transfer. Can you stay here until I fall into stasis?

If ya want, just don't death hold meh. Blaster answered with a physical chuckle. He looked over at the mech that was standing over them. "Ah got dis Hide. No need tah hover."

"Okay, okay I'll go work out for a bit then." He said with a huff as he left them, only to return and rant. "And I was not hovering. I don't hover."

"Uh huh." Blaster snickered as he went back to rubbing the black horns. He watched Jazz stare in front of him, but he was soon drifting into stasis. The visored mech smiled down at the other at how innocent he had looked. Some would see his love for the Polyhexian as romantic, a few asked why he never went for it to court him, but from the moment they met Blaster knew he wasn't a potential lover. He saw him as a dear friend and thanks to the bond a mock creation. Blaster knew it was the same for Ratchet and Ironhide, but it had to do with the fact he reminded them of Blacklight.

When Jazz onlined again, he was in his room with an arm wrapped around him tightly. He froze as he felt whoever it was that was holding him moved closer to him. The Polyhexian, at first, thought it was Blaster but the chest that was pressed against him was too curved. The mech looked down to see whose arm was holding him. White… and… black. Jazz sat up in a hurry and looked down to see Prowl in stasis beside him.

He started drawing in harsh intakes as he moved away from the mech. His wings started moving when his field flared. Prowl started onlining as Jazz scrambled out, accidentally falling to the ground. "Jazz? Jazz, what's wrong?"

"Wh-What are you doing here? Didn't you do enough damage by telling me you didn't want me?" Jazz had fresh tears falling as he backed away from the berth.

Prowl sat up with his face twisting in confusion. "What are you talking about Jazz? You asked me to recharge with you after the shower. Given Ironhide has the cameras on in your room, I would say he didn't believe my word when I told him we would only be cuddling."

That wasn't real? Prowl didn't find the datapad? We took a shower and napped? Jazz calmed down and crawled back into the berth. "Did I take anything before our nap?" The Praxian answered the question with a nod before turning and picked up the bottle that was on the nightstand. "That explains the fogginess. Ratchet says they can cause me to be a bit confused for a bit, but it'll clear up after a few kliks."

"You don't think I would leave you, do you? I meant what I said about you being my seventy percent." Prowl looked only slightly hurt, but Jazz was quick to cuddle next to the mech and hold him tightly to his frame.

"No, my processor just snapped to a dark place." Jazz pressed closer to the Praxian before looking down and bit his lip. Should I tell him? "Prowl, would you be mad if I show you bits of the memories I had blocked? I… I copied them to this datapad to look at. Hoping I could solve this puzzle myself, but so far no luck." Jazz explained pulled out the datapad from under the pillow Jazz had been laying on. He held onto the pad with uncertainty, but he powered it on with a shaky sigh.

Prowl watched everything that Jazz had transferred and the orders he believed they were set in. Jazz saw the wings going rigid and his spark started squeeze in hurt at the idea of the supposed nightmare becoming reality. He pulled away with his arms holding himself with his field pulling away from the other mech's. Prowl sat the datapad down when he got to the point where Jazz was talking to Data about the twins' health. The Praxian pulled Jazz back in his arms despite the mech struggling in his hold. "Jazz, I'm not mad. Read my field. Jazz, stop struggling."

The visored mech stopped his struggle and felt the field surrounding him. He looked at Prowl with his bottom lip quivering. "Y-Y… You're not m-mad? You're not going to leave me because I broke protocol?"

"You broke protocol to protect those younglings. I cannot justify being mad at you for wishing to protect them anyway possible. Can I know their names? Are they still on Cybertron?" The Praxian asked him with his wings flicking. Jazz's intake hitched as he tried to not cry in front of Prowl. He was hoping this was actual reality and not just a fantasy his processor made up to handle Prowl leaving him.

"They're still on Cybertron, Kaon actually. The Polyhexian is Ricochet, the Praxian is Skids. I don't know the extent of our… Prowl, why do you have that expression on your face? Don't crash on me, I don't think I can mentally handle it right now." He was slowly pulling away to make sure that Prowl wasn't going to start glitching.

Prowl shook his helm after he took a moment to collect himself. The first name he didn't recognize at all, but the second one he most definitely knew of. "I recognize one of the names. Skids, Mirage had come to Praxus and questioned me about him. He was also pacing around the gates of Newgate I believe a deca-cycle before you were released. Though, at the time he claimed to be visiting his Sire, which now I realize was just a lie to hide the fact he was most likely seeing you." He rubbed his chin in thought. "And you don't know who their creators are?"

"All I know is that from what I can recall Ricochet's Sire is Tarn Native and Skids's is obviously Praxian. Which means that there was some trine or triad action going on. They were pretty young when I found them, at least that's what I think happened cause my only memories of them are as younglings. And from what I can remember there was only the drone and myself, in every memory." Jazz stood up and looked at the door leading to the rest of the house. "Do you want some energon or something? I kinda want something with heat in it, ooh actually no! I've got a good idea, come on."

The Polyhexian took the other's servo before leading the Praxian to the kitchen with a smile on his face. Prowl focused all his attention at the smiling fool, which made his wings subconsciously flutter despite how stoic his face was. He paid no mind to the red mech that was poking his helm out of the room to make sure the two behaved. Prowl even set his comlink's rarely used 'do not disturb' option. "Heat? That is a new one. What are we doing?"

"Right? It's just been this weird craving I've been having since my last session. But actually, you told me, if I remember correctly when I told you about my big blue star, you didn't know I cooked. And well why don't we make something?" Jazz pulled out the large datapad and powered it up. "Don't worry nothing too crazy. Probably some frozen gel cubes."

"I have enjoyed the treats you have sent me. Stopped going to the usual shops if I felt like snacking. Though I believe if Ratchet were to find out most of my diet at work consisted of gels, he would hit me with his wrench." Prowl said in all seriousness, but Jazz started laughing at the joke.

"I won't tell him if you don't." Jazz stopped scrolling on the datapad when he landed on the one he was searching for. "I met Sunray, I'm glad Smokey found someone. Maybe Blue and the twins will give each other a chance."

Prowl nodded and resisted staring up and down on Jazz's back. His optics started at his peds and then slowly moved up to his aft before it lingered there for a moment and moved to his back. "She's a very sweet femme. I was surprised that she gave my brother a chance at courting, because of his racing and gambling. Though from what Smokescreen said, she monitors his gambling very closely."

The black and white mech laughed into his servo. "I would've played along. Okay first three scoops of silver dust." He didn't look up as he knew where it was. Jazz stood on the ends of his peds with his digits feeling around for it. The Polyhexian frowned and saw that the box was gone, which he thought was impossible as it was a new box. Prowl cleared his voice box, getting Jazz's attention, and in his servo was the box he was looking for. "Oh, thank you."

The visored mech took it and poured the scoops into the large pot that had been sitting on the stove. Prowl watched as Jazz scurried around the kitchen, placing the ingredients into the pot before grabbing a cube of energon from the cooler. "Have you done everything from that pad?"

"Pretty much. These are just the common recipes." Jazz shrugged while pouring the entire cube into the pot. He grabbed a ladle from a nearby drawer before turning the heat on. "You know, this is one of the few things I'm grateful Soundwave forced me to do."

Prowl tried to hide the frown at the mention of Soundwave as he asked his follow up question. "And what are the other things?"

"Joining the Autobots." Jazz turned to show off the genuine smile on his face. They stared into each other's optics before the sound of the energon boiling quickly snapped the two out of it. The Polyhexian grabbed the spatula and started stirring it until it was a purple-silver color.

I will have to dig through our things. Prowl thought to himself as he thought of a great way to show off that he wished to court Jazz. "Would you like me to do anything? Or did you just want something nice to look at?"

Jazz's helm slowly shot up and he started laughing hard into his servo. "Now all we need is music huh?" He started laughing again until he cried from laughing so hard. The Polyhexian forced himself to calm down before pointing to the freezer section in the cooler. "Could you grab the trays out of the freezer?"

Ironhide was keeping a close receptor and optic on the pair, he knew that Prowl wouldn't be the type to force himself onto an unwanted mech. No, it was Jazz forcing himself to interface with Prowl that Ironhide was worried about. When he heard Jazz's laugh not once but twice he had to pop in to see what was going on. He peeked into the kitchen and saw Jazz helping Prowl pour the energon into trays before putting different additives into each one. Prowl's wings were fluttering at every little thing Jazz did. He went back into the living room and shot a message to Optimus to let him know what was going on.

Back in the kitchen Jazz and Prowl were cleaning up their mess. The winged mech was drying the dishes off while occasionally glancing down at Jazz. "So, I was able to talk to Ironhide about taking you out to see a play in Helix. Which does go a half a groon past your curfew, and he said that as long as I bring you back as soon as it is finished, then he will let it pass this time."

Jazz instantly perked up with a smile, "really? That's amazing! What's the play about?"

"If I remember the synopsis correctly, it is about two warring families and the heirs to the opposing households fall in love." Prowl answered the best way he could, but he saw Jazz instantly lit up.

"Romeo and Juliet!? Isn't that an Earth play?" His questions were both answered with a nod. He got even more excited. "I love that play! I'd have Telatraan read it to me when I was on monitor duty. They must've changed a bit of it to fit Cybertron."

Prowl nodded as he sat the final dish down on the counter. "I did a bit of research and they did change a bit, but the play was more or less able translated smoothly. It will be in two solar cycles, starting midday with a couple breaks."

The Polyhexian was just too excited to hold himself in anymore, and hugged Prowl's neck tightly. Prowl was a bit startled by the reaction, but he hugged Jazz around his waist. "Thank you so much Prowler."

"You're welcome Jazz, thank you for allowing me to take you." He pressed his chevron against the side the black and white mech's helm. "I hate to end this day like this, but I have work early in the morning and have to attend a family lunch with Sunray's family."

Jazz pulled away with his face heated up and nodded with embarrassment. "I suppose I'll allow you to leave, this time of course." He looked at the freezer before he remembered. "Oh, they should be done by tomorrow, but I'll save them for our-"

"Date. I look forward to it." The two moved to the front door. Prowl took one of Jazz's servos and smiled down at it before running a couple calculations. Ninety percent in my favor. When the Praxian got the number he wanted, he just went for it. He stepped into Jazz's personal space and kissed the center of his helm, just above his visors. "Have a good cycle Jazz."

Jazz's field was instantly flared, and he was left nearly speechless. "Y-Yeah. You… too." He waited for the door to close behind the Praxian before his legs gave out, and he slid down the door with a lovesick sigh. He kissed me. There was a lopsided smile on the visored mech's face.

Ironhide stood over him with an optic ridge lifted. "Oh, Primus kid. Come on get up off the floor." He took his arm and helped him onto his peds. "I swear to Primus if you start humming and twirling and cover this place in earth hearts I'm going to purge."

Jazz laughed at how annoyed the red mech was, but he shook his helm. "No, I won't do that. But Primus-" He pressed his back against the door with that look of cyber puppy love. "Prowl is just… wow."

"Prowl is cold, a pain in the aft, stuck up, and has a rod up his aft. Wow is not a word I would use for him." Ironhide said with a huff, but he was happy to see that Jazz was happy once again. "Just remember don't 'face because you think it'll make him happy."

"I'm not there yet either." Jazz pulled himself together just long enough to join Ironhide in the living room before he became a gooey mess on the couch. Having enough of Jazz's sighs, Ironhide turned on the holoscreen and turned it to the pit fights.

"Kaonite twins Sunstreaker and Sideswipe in the left corner, they are sponsored by Lord Ricochet Meister. I have to just say this young lord certainly stirred up trouble here in Kaon after demanding the Kaon court to reestablish itself. King Cog certainly wasn't too happy about the mech threatening him, but he hasn't shown his face after nearly dozen of lords and countesses favored Ricochet's opinion." An announcer said while the twins' opponents came out of their door.

"And their opponents seem to be a couple of newcomers. Runabout and Cable, both from Vos. Sponsored by Vos Countess Slipstream. And I don't know about you, Duster, but I think Lord Ricochet is in over his helm if he thinks that King Cog would just give up everything Kaon is known for. And- ooh right to the face, excellent punch given by Sunstreaker." The other announcer said.

"Aren't they fighting for contracts?" Duster looked at the other mech before reacting to an attack the mech named Cable attempted at making. "Ooh another fantastic charge done by Sideswipe! These two are unstoppable!"

"They sure are, winner gets the loser's contracts and make whatever changes they want. But from the looks of things this fight is about to end. That's what you get for sticking Seekers into a fighting ring like Kaon." The still unnamed announcer said before Runabout jumped in the air and started shooting before he crashed to the ground. The crowd started booing and threw things at the mech that was still thrashing around.

"Illegal use of transformation and firearms! Immediate loss for Countess Slipstream! Lord Ricochet Meister of Kaon remains at number one! This is Charge up and Duster, bringing you the play by play announcements."

The video went to commercial and Jazz was literally on the edge of his seat. He had been watching how the twins were beating their opponents up, both sides were equally damaged, but the twins were standing proudly with proud revs of their engines. Thank Primus. Jazz relaxed back again he had to remind himself that they won. "I wish those two gave up the Pits." Ironhide said aloud.

"That's asking a lot Hide, Sunny and Sides were practically raised in the Pits. That's like… like asking me to give up music. It's all they know, I think they are lucky that they don't have a sponsor like this one Lord named Demonstrator, not his real name but that's what he went by. Anyways, he would buy new gladiators from slave auctions, frag them until they literally broke, and then give them a ton of steroids before sending them into the Pits. Wouldn't surprise me if they were given boosters before the war."

"How can you think the pits a good thing Jazz!? This is the kind of stuff that we were fighting for." Ironhide threw his servos at the screen. Jazz crossed his arms with a frown and that only angered the red mech more. "How can you defend those mechs Jazz? They have done nothing but kill, abuse, and rape each other!"

"Oh, and Iacon isn't the same!? Or what about Helix huh!? The old council was willing to turn a blind optic to killings of new sparks! Praxus is rated the number one city for drug usage, Iacon is third for rape, and don't get me started on Velocity!" Jazz jumped onto his peds. "You guys don't get it at all! You're only one body of people, but you're fighting for something that you don't understand! If you actually wanted to make a difference then show it, give someone from their court a chance to talk."

Jazz turned on his heel and retreated to his room with the door locking behind him. He paced his room with low revs of his engines. Ha, as if they would start listening to them. The mech stopped his pacing when he saw a small box sitting at the head of his berth. Cautiously Jazz went over to it and picked it up, inside was half of his collection of earth music he had collected over his time on Earth. With the various music was a datapad with a servo written note.

Jazz,

I heard that you talked to Rico while you were aware, and I thought that maybe it was best these returned to their rightful owner. I hope that I get to see you soon, but I understand if you wish to start a new life without us.

Skids

The Polyhexian sat on the edge of his berth with a servo going to his face with a shaky frustrated ex-vent. He was busy with almost swapping paint with Prowl and then yelling at Ironhide that he missed his chance to talk to Skids. Jazz collapsed with his arms going above his helm. "Why do I have to be so annoying?"


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