I'm not dead I swear! Sorry for such a short chapter, been going through a funk.

Ch. 29

He hugged Prowl and gave his cheek a quick peck. "Hey, what are you doing here?"

"I came by to talk; about Soundwave's court date." Prowl explained as he guided the visored mech inside the house.

"Talk about what? I am going to go this Prowl, I want to makes sure that that monster doesn't have the slightest chance of getting out." Jazz pulled away from the Praxian with frustration on his face. "I am tired of thinking that he is going to get out!"

The Praxian put his servos on Jazz's shoulders to get his attention. "Jazz, I was going to tell you that Optimus is calling for all of the city head senators. All."

It took Jazz a minute to realize what Prowl was hinting at before his optics widened. "Please tell me they declined." Prowl looked away and Jazz grabbed the mech's servos with desperation. "Prowler, please tell me they aren't going to see Soundwave."

"I tried to talk them out of it Jazz, but Ricochet is determined to see Soundwave punished." Prowl admitted. "The mech gets his determination from you."

That got a snort from the visored mech, "calling me stubborn? If I remember I had to get very creative in getting you to recharge."

Prowl's wings rose as his engines rumbled deeply, "is that accurate?" The Polyhexian bit his lip and nodded as he was pushed up against the wall. "Some is breaking the law with public indecency."

"Okay you two, go take it somewhere else." Ironhide was still at the front door, trying to squeeze past the two mechs.

Jazz didn't wait a second before dragging Prowl to his quarters. The Polyhexian pushed the Praxian against the door before attacking his lips. Prowl spun them around, pinning the startled mech with his frame. "Mmm, so big and strong."

"To catch troublesome mechs like you." Prowl's voice dropped an octave as he grinded against the black plating. "You are so alluring. I could just look at you all sol."

Jazz gave a breathy chuckle, "look later, frag now."

Ironhide had Ratchet over for just friendly chat, and they stopped when the sound of something hitting repeatedly against the wall caught their audials. "Seriously? Again?!"

"How long have they been at it?" Ratchet laughed in sympathy at the mech's luck.

"Four groons." Ironhide groaned into his servos. There were increasingly loud moans before a final cry out, and the lights flickered. "Holy Primus, I am never going to get those sounds out of my memory bank."

Ratchet gave his friend a couple pats. "Ah don't get too upset, as soon as Jazz is all healed up, he'll be living with Prince Charming. And from the sounds of things, it shouldn't be too long."

It wasn't until Ratchet was getting ready to leave when Prowl finally came stumbling out. His frame looked like it had been through some things, but the love sick smile on his lips showed that he enjoyed it. Prowl locked optics with Ironhide and Ratchet, and he pulled himself together. He awkwardly pointed to the kitchen, "I just came to get some energon."

"Make sure that we don't find out about any happy accidents." Ratchet teased before leaving.

Ironhide shook his helm as he went down the hall to his quarters. Prowl returned to the room with a dark smile on his lips at the sight that greeted him. When the door slid shut, the Praxian went to the berth where Jazz remained cuffed at. "Can I trust you to be a good inmate?"

"Oh, officer for you, I'll be Primus himself." Jazz purred while watching Prowl remove the cuffs. The Praxian rubbed at the wrists before handing one of the cubes. "Mm, you really know how to treat a mech. I love you, Prowl."

Prowl rested his helm against Jazz's with a smile on his lips. "And I love you, Jazz."

Jazz was standing at the podium with Prowl sitting behind him with their servos entangled. With them was a mech that neither of them really knew, which meant that their attorney wasn't going to be biased. There was a large crowd, many of them were Autobots, and very few were some random neutrals. In the side stands near where the judge was sitting were the rest of the city representatives. Jazz looked up to see Ricochet whispering to the Vos representative.

The doors opened behind everyone, causing them to see Soundwave being guided into the court room. Soundwave's attention landed on Jazz and Prowl's servos, Jazz went to instinctively let go but Prowl stood and held on tighter. The telepath tilted his helm back with a laugh. "Don't worry Jazz, we'll get reacquainted soon."

"That's enough Soundwave," Hound shoved the blue mech into his spot. He locked his legs to the hoop on the ground.

Jazz couldn't keep his gaze off Soundwave. His spark started jolting harder and harder, and his winglets were shaking hard. Ricochet noticed, having to rely on his spark bond with his brother to get him to notice. Skids jumped up from his spot, and went to his Carrier's side. He hugged his arm while helping Prowl calm him down. "It's going to be okay Carrier, Soundwave won't get out. Rico will make sure of it."

"He-He's going to take you both away. I-I-I can't do this." Jazz shook his helm as he held onto Skids' arm tightly.

"No, no he won't. Because we won't let him. And you can do this, you are stronger than you give yourself credit. After today, you won't have to face him ever again." Skids squeezed the servo with a proud smile. "You are the mech that broke free from his monster to fight for freedom. This is just one more battle."

The Polyhexian looked at his creations, seeing their smiles calmed his chaotic thoughts. "Y-You're right, I can do this. He can't get me anymore."

They got started with the case against Jazz and Soundwave. It went back and forth for nearly the entire solar cycle before Soundwave's lawyer pulled the reformat card. "If ex-Decepticons and sympathizers are allowed reformatting, then so does my client."

Quickly the Vos, Iacon, and Praxian representatives thumb downed the idea. Velocity, Tarn, Polyhex, and a couple smaller cities thumb downed after looking over the case file. Ricochet, being one for the dramatics, rose to his peds. A few bots in the crowd gasped in surprise. "Lord Ricochet, this is not the place for your dramatics. And where is King Cog?"

"King Cog has entrusted this case to me, and this is the place. Your honor." Ricochet coughed into his fist before removing his visors to look his Sire in the optics. "I, Lord Ricochet Meister of Kaon, does not recognize Soundwave as a suitable candidate of reformation. Let this be something to remember in your final moments, Soundwave. The moment when even your own creation didn't want you."

Soundwave looked absolutely stunned, which put a smirk on Ricochet's face as he sat back down with a proud thumb down. The judge was absolutely stunned and just there before remembering where they all were. Still stunned, the javelin lazily hit the stand. "Uh, well the majority vote no on taking Soundwave of Tarn in for reformatting. He will be turned offline tomorrow during the mid-cycle."

While the crowd was being escorted out, Ricochet stopped the guards from taking his Sire. He leaned in close to his receptor with a slag eating grin on his lips. "It must be eating you up now that you know. I could have even taken your Cassetticons, cause I got the coding for that too. But you hurt someone important to me, so I just did what you would've done, returned the pain."

He gave his Sire's chest a couple pats before joining his family with a pleased smile. Ricochet rested his forehelm against his Carrier's with a happy smile. "Come to Twisted Spark, to celebrate." Jazz's face lit up, but he quickly frowned when he looked up at Prowl. "He is family. Prowl doesn't entirely disappoint in the Sire department."

All three pairs of wings stood in surprise of what the mech said as they watched him walk away. When Ricochet was out of hearing distance of anyone, he commed Vos.

::Wait until it's dark to take him out. Once he's offline, Tarn can have his T-cog.::

The chittering on the comlink got a chuckle from the Polyhexian.

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