Chapter 3 – Rocks and Med Bay
::Is Solspark still deep recharging or are you stalling? How much split maxed energon has she processed? Any system reactions to the mix? And the latest defrag update was overdue half a cycle ago:: Ratchet's irritation sounding across Jazz's comm line was his wakeup call, the Priority medical flag encryption overriding his command officer's privacy settings.
::Good morning to you too sunshine:: Jazz quipped back, his systems instantly ready for combat or escape. He confirmed the outer door remained undisturbed and the recharge door stayed ajar, Solspark recharging inside before he rose off the floor concealing weapons. The location of his room being down on the fifth floor and near the end of the hallway factored any disturbance unlikely but not impossible and better to be prepared than surprised and endangered.
::The first solar cycle was fixing the twin's pedes from a prank gone wrong followed by a variety of parts repairs on mechs who should be smarter than the tools they are using before injuring themselves in creative mishaps. It is now late solar cycle of day two of Solspark monitoring:: Ratchet corrected.
::Ain't you the one always telling me healing takes time? Not to rush things?:: Jazz reminded, easing back heightened alerts to normal working status. The sole focus of his data uploads, Solspark lay flat on her back with one arm curling over her helm and the other arm draped across her chest plates protectively.
::When you are in med bay from a mission and slagged to parts, yes. Repairs and resets take time. I always processed you never listened, racing back out on missions for more target practice by the 'Cons:: Ratchet admitted.
::Sending her latest scans now. The poor femme was not kidding about never deep recharging:: Jazz noted. Medical codes scrolled by before being transmitted, the defrag listing only at half operational status.
::I should brig her for sustaining dangerous levels. Medically she knows better than to override protective levels and block system reports. That behavior is practically an abuse of her medical training:: Ratchet grumbled; his mental tone clear.
::And you never have delayed recharge?:: Jazz challenged, sliding a pile of human music CD's over to sit an energon cube down.
::You crash, I dash. You fall, I get the comm call. No recharge for the ones who saves your afts:: Ratchet
::Been around humans too long Doc:: Jazz reached out, catching the tilting pile before the CD's scattered everywhere.
::I am not Doc but your Chief Medical Officer. And if you would quit taking hits I would not have fits!:: Ratchet snapped.
::Her energon consumption is unusually high for continually recharging:: Prowl noted, joining the comm signal without announcement and effectively breaking up their argument.
::Worried we are getting it on? Not happening. Solspark is deep recharging but I noticed the brighter Matrix aura on scans. She said sometimes it pulls on her, but I ain't intruding to peek beneath spark armor, and I am not waking her to ask:: Jazz clarified, stepping over a set of mural paints piled alongside remote camera install bases to remove another energon cube from his storage cabinet. With one hand he pushed the coils of cabling back onto the shelf before removing the cube and pressing the doors back closed.
::My Matrix never has. I still find her reveal disturbing:: Optimus Prime admitted, his regal tone overlaying the comm line as he joined the conversation.
::That she kept it hidden?:: Prowl
::That she used the term broken to describe herself and the Matrix:: Optimus Prime
:: I caught that too:: Jazz agreed, closing the line as the last report transmitted. A faint warning flared through his logic systems, that he was becoming attached to her. Personal attachments a danger in a profession where any bot could become his target. His concentration remained on her, knowing her frame down to the protoform after two earth days of her waking out of deep recharge each time to find him nearby guarding. Solspark took each enhanced energon he offered, drinking it down without scanning, trusting him. He watched each time she stretched out to fall back into recharge, not knowing how many were concerned about her. Jazz felt a twinge of remorse for using his sophisticated overlays with Ratchet's medical codes to keep her from full processing, not knowing the day or time. "Ah well. I needed recharge too in between medical scans and door checks. Confess later if she asks."
Fully online, he processed team reports and relayed information on her, unwilling to leave the room. Few mechs inspired the loyalty he felt now coursing through his systems. Optimus, the mech more than the Prime, who had welcomed him onto his personal command team knowing Jazz's true past and deadly skill sets. Prowl who never questioned his commitment to the Autobot cause, becoming a battle buddy and close friend. His own special operations group including Mirage, Bluestreak, Skids and others but not beyond that. The Ark Autobots teammates on earth but anytime an order to follow or track their behavior could be relayed, with consequences for what he would find. Their actions mere pranks and bending rules to report back but if a betrayal was discovered for whatever reason, an accident or unseen fall in battle at his hand to remove them. "Times long past since any activity required those skills," he pondered. And now her secrets, not merely tradeable but valued to know all the pain and darkness Solspark kept hidden. And to help her any way he could.
The next evening she returned to her quarters feeling refreshed and relaxed as Jazz beamed, mission successful. The same night his quarters seemed smaller, less comforting as he recharged alone on the massively large bunk. He updated the mural wall with a small blue silver shape on a loading ramp, not far from his image. The first night alarm of her restlessness occurred days later and had him practically running to meet her. Talking long into the morning, they shared energon in the break room with Solspark laughing and giving him a fuller reveal of her personality.
Optimus continued to appear at random times, relaxed and talking with them of common things. Prowl approved of the activity as both Second in Command and a friend. He knew the heavy price Optimus paid as Prime and any down time, even if brief, was welcomed. Ratchet complained often, wanting to check and double check Solspark personally with tests but restrained after his first initial confrontation nearly frightened her off. He started accompanying Optimus, appearing relaxed and off duty as she had to learn he meant no harm. Elita and the various femmes spent time with Solspark, confirming her lower degree of combat skills and gentler personality not fitting in with their specialized team. They did reassure that they would always be there for a fellow femme if she needed them, even if just an open audio to listen. Other mechs noticed the heightened activity, unsure of why the sudden interest in her by command but no bot asked, dismissing her as only a general fighter. Until the solar cycle Solspark traded into a relief patrol with a research project attached.
Plinking sounds of small rocks clinking, and scattering had Solspark turning, her silver blue armor distinct against the craggy gold of the stone face. High above her the cliff formed the last trailing edge of the ancient volcano, opposite from the side of the Ark's crashed landing. Here, the talus slope of various rocks sliding down the mountain to the meadow's edge remained undisturbed. The mid-day sun sparkled on the minerals layered in the rolling small stones landing almost at her feet pads as she considered Hound, Bluestreak and Trailbreaker holding a handful of small boulders. "Why are you throwing rocks at a rock hill? Our instructions are geological data driven what is in the rocks, not where."
"Data driven? How long has the Ark been here? We knew from the first cycle these rocks were frizzing our gear," Hound answered.
"Now Wheeljack wants to weaponize them or whatever," Trailbreaker added, using both hands to throw his boulder high in the air to roll down the rocky slope.
"Our instructions are to track readings where they interfere heavily with our signals," Solspark repeated.
"And they are tracked gentle femme," the words whispered out of the clear air, though she never moved. Mirage shimmered into existence, raising a regal optical arch at the lack of reaction. The tall mech vented softly before walking towards the equipment Wheeljack had given them.
"Our cue to go. Report readings every joor. We loaded the topographical scans, just add your data," Hound stated, transforming down into jeep mode and freewheeling the general direction of the road circling around the volcano. Mirage transformed, following slower for avoiding dust and rock chips on his F-1 Ligier JS11 racer alt mode.
"My relief is late, as usual," Trailbreaker noted, his heavier green armored shape turning towards the South.
"Let me calculate, Cliffjumper?" Solspark asked.
"Sunstreaker actually," he answered, again throwing a boulder high onto the slope, watching it roll down creating a small rockslide. "See that massive slab tilting near the higher crest?" More rocks, boulder size in his larger armored hands crashed below it, bringing more rubble sliding down. "Almost got it."
"Your targeting needs realigning?" She guessed, sending a comm message to Bluestreak to trade out with her arrival. An error message popped up:
Signal interference detected. Unknown origin.
Unable to extend range.
Recommend signal boosting.
Grimacing at the obvious interference that they were to track, she waved at Bluestreak to trade out gesturing battle codes with her hands.
"Nope. If enough of the smaller rocks shift, it will tip over the shelf. Bring the whole slide down for quite the show and maybe cross into the meadow. Should just about have it," Trailbreaker replied, throwing another boulder high.
"I need relief," she vented, turning away. Her scanners detected an intermittent Cybertronian signal closing at rapid speed before approving Sunstreaker as a friendly; his brilliant yellow paint shine and deep engine revving validating his arrival. Diligently, she recorded energy bounces off the rocks scattered about, unable to get an accurate image of them thermally.
"Sunstreaker, No!" The emotion in the shout, the deep warning tone had her spinning around in time to witness it. Solspark felt her spark go still as Sunstreaker's weapon blast smashed halfway up the cliff face, the blue white energy sinking into the mountain face and disappearing. No bot moved, waiting as birds took flight with a breeze rustling across the meadow before it started. The echoes of the first crack clearly heard before black lines began appearing in the golden rock as fissure lines spread to the right of the blast, fracturing out. Then another fissure line spreading and another, cracks flowing all directions even to up under the balancing slab. The sound building with crack upon rupture as the entire golden rockface started crumbling.
"Oh scrap," she swore, starting to panic. Trailbreaker and Sunstreaker bolted as she ran back towards Bluestreak and the gear. "Move!" she barked, seeing him immobile. "Move!" Rock chunks began falling like rain nearby, the other mechs fleeing ahead of them into the meadow. 'Come on mech, move!' Sprinting, not even processing fully she tackled him, a chunk the size of a Dinobot pitting the space where he had been standing. Rolling forward, Solspark and Bluestreak separated and ran with weapons fire blasting the falling stone masses on either side, the weapon's noise lost under impacts of slamming rocks. The shimmering green arch overhead provided a narrow way of escape as Trailbreaker's shield covered as they tried to outrun the earthen tsunami. Alt mode transforms were impossible with uneven ground, too many crashing boulders to evade. Then the rumble became a crescendo roar with the sunlight blinking out as the ground heaved around them. 'Never going to make it,' she realized, grabbing for Bluestreak before everything stopped.
"Solspark…static…. answer…spark…..can…receive…"
Rough static brought her back to groggy awareness, unsure of what or where she was. As Solspark's optics opened, scrolling medical reports went by rapidly with most dangerously red or unable to update, her right arm non-operational. Groaning, her pain flared when trying to move or shift. "I need light. Headlights are out, thermal vision is down." An astro second of panic welled up in her, the familiar nightmare of darkness and pain. Then soft blue light spread like the rising of the sun, outlining her and Bluestreak lying against each other while trapped under rocks. "The Matrix," she vented, feeling its warmth as pains eased. "Blue? Can you hear me? Bluestreak! Answer me bot!" Solspark reached her hand out, unable to discern if his shell had grayed out. Errors flashed up, warning that her vents were clogged with pollutants as venting increased with her fear. Relays in her fingers pulsed the astro second she touched his armor connection. "Online, thank Primus." His optics opened at her touch, faint and barely reacting but trying to focus on her so close.
"Blues…static…. hear….. we…"
'The rocks,' she realized 'they are interfering still.' Rotating her head to the side, Solspark grimaced seeing nothing but entrapment. Craning her helm up, two massive slabs had collided above them, providing a space for them to survive. Her legs were pinned, folded tight but functional; Bluestreak's appeared crushed from the knee plates down, his legs outstretched as he fell. 'We need help. I don't know if my signal can break through all this.' Then the pulsating hum in her chest increased, boosting her strength.
::We are operational. Damaged and trapped. Need rescue and evac:: Solspark sent, wide signal.
Outside in the meadow and on the debris pile, nearly half the mechs cheered or paused their rescue work. Jazz's visor flared with pure energy with Prowl's wing doors sagging in relief as the signal washed over them standing together. "Ah told ya they were online."
"Bluestreak will be uncontrollable," Prowl's doors sagged briefly, the enforcer rubbing at his optics to hide his expression of pain. "Ever since Praxus."
"I know mech. I know," Jazz comforted, his own internal fear hid of her lost when no answer came to any of their rescue calls. The earthen mound towering above them seemed as if half the mountainside had collapsed. A second fear of Bluestreak losing his processing cores, unable to be locked down without experiencing flashbacks to the destruction of his family home, trapped under its burning rubble as a youngling.
"How is the signal getting through? Scans are fleeting at best," Wheeljack speculated, fidgeting with a relay booster.
"Femme works communications," Jazz explained smoothly, sharing a look with Optimus. The ancient Prime glanced down as though listening before blinking his optics twice to signal that yes, his Matrix was active and keying off hers.
"Found them, possibly."
"How possibly 'Jack?"
"As possible with unreliable readings. They are buried but reachable, four point five to the right. Have to dig them out manually, this pile is too unstable for explosives or our heavy chippers."
Nightfall had the rescuers freeing them, the portable lights illuminating the area to daylight levels. Ratchet and First Aid moved in before pulling a limp frame and dust covered Bluestreak out of the dug rescue shaft, his legs smashed into stubs. "About time, I was beginning to process you had forgotten us. Not in long term but in short term forgotten. My foot pad is broken maybe. Or on backwards. Feels funny not glitchy funny but odd offline?" And he continued rambling normally before Ratchet's injection put him into forced recharge.
"Get him on the medical lift. Aid, triage him. Hoist help with the energon seals. Jazz, Hound with me."
Solspark was next. Jazz thought she never looked more beautiful even as energy spent, and dust covered being pulled up and out. Even dusty, he could see her war armor was dinged in places and her right arm bent in three places.
"Spark chamber intact but her energy levels are falling dangerously low. Gently," Ratchet ordered, multiple hands shifting her onto the portable medical float.
::As we discussed:: Prime sent, using his arm to move the other standing mechs back towards his waiting trailer. "Let Ratchet work. Clear the road and load Bluestreak. I roll when she loads."
"My sweet spark," Jazz said, moving in from the other side of the lift. Solspark focused on him, her working hand grasping at him desperately. He leaned in close touching helms to get the tightest signal:: Don't panic. We got ya. Hound can hide us in a hologram. I'll take the matrix; your secret is safe. I will be right there with you in med bay, I promise::
Externally, jaws fell open as Jazz rubbed his helm across hers, an intimate movement in its slowness. He leaned across her chest plates, aligning himself over her spark armor. Soft murmurs and vibration sounds floated past, hidden under the distant revving of Prime's transformation and hooking up his trailer. Hound leaned over, appearing to touch Jazz as though comforting while blocking the view as the hologram seamlessly shifted into place. Clearing a minute later, Jazz nodded as Ratchet began guiding the floating carrier into Prime's trailer.
"Anything we should know Jazz?" Bumblebee quizzed, asking the question many wondered.
"Reassuring her bug bot. Femme has skills and Ops always has positions open. Ratchet wants her for medical expertise. And Blaster for her transmission training. Why not our group?" Jazz vented deeply, his visor tracking Prime's path all the way, his arms crossed.
"Right, new special operations candidate."
Waiting in the hallway outside Med Bay, the Autobots conversed quietly among themselves, pausing to hear as the doors moved. First Aid stepped out between the sliding doors to focus on Jazz, motioning for him to follow. "She needs you, now." The doors closed behind them; intense speculation created among the bots.
"Communications skills my aft," Ironhide grumbled. "Our Third in Command has found himself a partner."
"Jazz? Ha! He takes no femme or mech long term. Friendship level only and that is guarded."
"Then why is he inside with the wounded and medics? Even Prime is locked out right now. Saw him heading to his office with Prowl. And Sideswipe here is waiting to see his twin."
'Bluestreak is special operations same as Jazz and her, or she will be," Bumblebee offered, reasoning.
"Special all right," Sideswipe pondered, wondering how the twins who knew almost everything had missed what appeared to be a serious relationship.
"Any of you ever got helm caresses, soft words to join blowing things up and stealing data?" Huffer asked. The small orange and blue armored mech challenged, his big question unanswered.
Inside the Med Bay he touched helms with her. ::Hear me Solspark. You are safe, rest. You are not alone. I am here as promised. Safe:: Jazz. The words filtered into damaged relays, calming her fight with medical induced stasis. Medical sensors beeped on the attachment equipment, reflecting improving changes as recharge took over.
"How is Bluestreak?" he asked, staying by her side.
"Surprisingly functional. His personality download shows no signs of new damage. Energon loss was contained between the smashing and self-repair on his legs, risky but containable," Ratchet pointed at the mech reclined on the other medical berth, the sheared stubs covered in a medical drape.
"A bearer of peace can calm the most troubled soul," Prime commented, watching from the far wall.
"And drain Solspark down like a sharkticon siphoning fuel. Spent joors getting her to reset to be undone in one event," Ratchet noted, checking on the wide open energon line into her hip plate.
"Used the secret passageway didn't ya big bot?" Jazz quipped, nodding towards the nearer wall.
"You know?" Prowl sputtered.
"Best spy you got. Prime in med bay causes panic yet he gets repairs all the time and it did not take me long to figure it out. The Ark has all types of passages post-crash and I have used a few myself to mask activities," Jazz admitted.
"And the device?"
"Left in Wheeljack's capable hands. He is feeding it pure power from the central core while he is finishing the new containment case. Like Ratch said, sucking energy like a starving Sharkticon," Jazz advised, smoothing the medical drape over her damaged arm and silently approving of calling her Matrix a device publicly where others might hear.
"The wounded are stable. Sunstreaker will be transferred to the brig following his on lining. His damage limited to an overheated power coil trying to blast them clear. Time is what my patients need, and I will let you know if anything changes. The rest of you are dismissed," Ratchet ordered.
"No."
"Jazz, that includes you and," the medical assistant motioned before stopping as Jazz rebelled, a command presence in his movements with something more. As a medic First Aid had never seen his field work but his warning systems recognized an impending threat.
"No."
"My orders stand, and I outrank you in this room," Ratchet reminded, gesturing for his medical assistant to step back and let him handle the situation as Chief Medical Officer.
"No. I am not abandoning her. When she on lines I will be the first mech she sees and senses," Jazz stated while crossing his arms and bracing his stance wider, rebuffing the taller mech.
"I will call you right before," Ratchet began again, ready to be as obstinate as a silver wrench dropped into his hand.
"No. I made a promise to stay by her side."
"Solspark won't know you are here," Ratchet shifted the wrench to throw before stopping as the other spun his arm shield into place. The metal circle a defiance and a defense.
"I will know. Med bay is torture for her. I stay," Jazz reiterated, remote snapping up his visor to remind them of hidden strength as his blue optics darkened.
"Would you like to stay in the brig?" Prowl offered, calculating the odds of how dangerous his friend could become if pushed any further. Med bay protocols locked all weapons as standard procedure, but nothing was standard about the mech challenging them, the blaster in the center of his arm shield proof.
"I will bust out. Return here. Save time letting me have my way."
"Jazz stays. Keep us advised," Prime commanded, ending the argument by entering the secret passage with Prowl following.
Reaching Prime's office, the mechs stepped out with the hidden door resealing behind them. "Recommendations Prowl."
"Sunstreaker needs a reminder about weapons rules and precautions followed by extended cleaning punishment tasks. Bluestreak will be field operational pending medical release with monitoring to ensure no long-term processing effects."
"I meant Jazz." Optimus clarified, needing answers.
"His actions indicate a strong attachment to her," Prowl noted, no longer avoiding the subject.
"How strong?"
"If you are concerned it will affect his judgement as Third in Command, I do not believe that is the case. If Solspark is offlined or was heavily damaged in battle, he could lose control. But for all his posturing he was not a threat, or we would not be having this discussion."
"You would be locking him in the brig?"
"Yes."
"Relax old friend. I have done worse threatening over less value than a spark mate," Optimus comforted, sitting at his desk. The pile of data pads and work never ending needing his attention, ignored for the day's rescue operations and now a requirement.
"Jazz and she are not spark mates, not yet."
"Do you doubt they will be?" Optimus assumed it would happen, his relationship with Elita One solid the first time they had shared energon on a break from unloading fuel barges. He saw the same indicators in Solspark and Jazz as they talked over energon in the break room after her reveal. And any relationship a sign of hope and peace in a never-ending war as far as his processes were concerned.
"I am uncertain. There are too many variables still in play, all surrounding her," Prowl admitted, uncharacteristically leaning against the wall. Any event concerning Jazz's emotions were always a processor drain and the potential for disaster or hurt to his friend statistically high with a femme involved, which would affect Prowl.
"Jealous?"
"Protective but not of a rival. Jazz has never suffered from that negative emotion. He prefers direct action."
"I meant you," Optimus teased, pointing a squared finger at his Second in Command.
"I will not dignify that with a response," Prowl straightened, trying to appear stern.
"You just did," he teased. Optimus knew the enforcer and spy had a close friendship but nothing more. Any more than he and Ultra Magnus were like spark brothers and Commanders yet rumors swirled implying everything from blackmail to a hidden secret shared as their reason for their close relationship.
"You need to authorize emergency protocols to Ratchet for a full system shutdown." Prowl stated calmly.
"But you said?"
"Jazz is no threat unless she off lines. Ratchet needs to understand the potential threat for future medical incidents and currently as a reassurance to his working demeanor."
"To his ego you mean," Optimus chuckled. "Next time I want to refuse medical treatment, could I pull my rifle and defy him?"
"Not recommended. And Jazz will not like his next physical exam nor any repairs after this."
"Point taken. Keep me updated on the situation and I may be able to get inside information on her status through Elita."
"Understood, I am retiring to my quarters. Good lunar cycle sir."
::Jazz, I must clarify one detail:: Prowl sent, his actions ready to conflict with his personal wishes as he headed for the third floor. As a precaution, all Command level officers had personal quarters on separate floors, least a single attack or disaster affect them simultaneously. Optimus and Ratchet resided on the first-floor command deck with Jazz preferring to be close to his Ops team. The few mechs moving in the hallways were intent on their tasks, acknowledging the SIC without interrupting his walk.
::Only one?:: Jazz
::Was the blaster on your shield operational?:: Prowl stopped, actions hinging on the answer.
::No. Protocols had it locked tight. Did it look good though? Trying for a bluffing award:: Jazz quipped back. He did not mention his own protocols had it locked, a safety around Solspark lest she become hit by friendly fire. A few feet further away from her and the blue charge would have given away it was functional. Another secret for him to keep.
::Understood. And as a suggestion, do not get injured:: Prowl warned.
::Wasn't planning to. Why?:: Jazz's puzzlement clear in his question.
::Ratchet will treat Solspark with utmost care to try and reassure her fears. He will not be restrained with you after defying him openly in his own realm:: Prowl
::Pit. Have her do my repairs then:: Jazz realized.
::That is not the answer:: Prowl hinted.
::It is if the question is how I avoid med bay for a while. Night Prowlie:: Jazz ended the conversation, focusing entirely on her. Unable to set protection coding in an active room with other patients, he realized it was going to be a long night. Then Ratchet left to recharge in the side room, promising to remote monitor and return instantly if any patient status changed. When the hidden passage unsealed, Jazz's hand-held blaster disappeared into subspace upon a familiar energy signature.
"I apologize for the late cycle, but I needed to reassure myself of your working status," Prowl greeted, his wing doors relaxed and his steps light.
"Fancy way of saying hi buddy," Jazz kept his tone casual, their long friendship a detriment in discerning any hidden motives as he turned to face him. The other's explanation sounded right but were his motives wrong? Had Jazz run a self-diagnostic his protection codes of behavior would have been flagged for over looping, only Solspark and Prowl categorized as safe and one conditional upon the other.
"I was unsure of who else might be in attendance and it is an officially sounding reason. How are you?" He approached slowly, observing his friend with centuries of familiarity.
"Not liking being stuck in here overnight."
"When you cannot stand in the light I will sit with you in the dark," Prowl quoted, meaning it but also a gauge of the others processor set.
"Nah, I'm good. Keeping my promise," Jazz reassured, Prowl's threat level dropped to zero, his friend reclassified back to treasured and protected. "Any suggestions to pass the time? Puzzles? Rearranging Doc's office upside down? Lay out a few sharp instruments as door traps?"
"I can suspend med bay protocols for you. I have the double override should Ratchet need restraint."
"Prowl, you are too much. But no. Rules exist to keep us safe. I will leave that in your trusty servos."
The white armored enforcer reached out to grip the other's arm tightly, his blue optics intense. "You already overrode them didn't you? I know with that answer. Use force if mandated with extreme caution only for her or me. Do you understand? This order is locked and non-negotiable and will be recorded in my files for Prime's review."
"Why involve you? Better to let me spin my wheels alone if the road dips," Jazz made no effort to pull back, both mechs equal in hand to hand combat.
"A plausible response if challenged in the future. I needed a secondary fallback to know the codes and you exercised your best judgement in an extreme circumstance," Prowl explained, stepping back and letting go.
Jazz nodded, accepting the warning and implicit threat completely. And the reassurance Prowl would risk his professional standing as a sign of trust in his decision-making ability by letting him keep the overrides.
"Who else has them? Optimus?"
"No. Ultra Magnus is Prime's backup should he crash, and Ratchet is unavailable. Installed after the Fourth Battle of Tyger Pax."
"Any other backups I should know about?"
"Not should, I expect you to find them as our Operations Command," he said, calculating the situation stable. No other words were needed as Prowl left to return to his quarters through the passageway. Med bay entered night mode, the overhead lights dimming with the darkness interrupted by sparkles of monitoring instrument flashes. And the soft blue shine of a dampening visor focused on one femme.
To be continued…
Author's Notes: Jazz and Prowl have an extensive shared history on Cybertron during the war as a team before taking their respective command posts. They know what each other can do and will or will not do. They are truly spark brothers, bonded through combat and adversity to the best of friends and always will be. Until all are one.
Updated 05.18.2020