50-Sentence Meme! This was a collaboration between Searece and InMoNochrome. Searece loves these things! InMoNochrome seems to enjoy them too; she said it's much easier than writing a full story. Anyway, Searece did half of all of it and InMoNochrome did half. Transformers doesn't belong to either of us.


1) pace-The Prime watched as his top saboteur chewed on his claws distractedly. It was really testing his patience with the other's actions. "Jazz, quit moving!" Optimus finally snapped, "We'll get Prowl back; just stop moving!"

2) happy-He never showed it to his fellow soldiers that he found a sick joy in his job, toying with the minds of their enemies.

3) sweet-Prowl eagerly bit into the goodies, uncaring of the goo from the center that spilled onto his chin when he pulled the treat away from his mouth. Basking in the taste, he was also entirely unaware of the way Jazz stared at his fluttering doorwings.

4) dance-There he stood, suspended in time in the middle of his beautiful performance, thick ice coating his body and reflecting the light in a display no picture could ever hope to capture.

5) flacon-Staring at the ancient little bottle, Prowl stared in melancholy at the last remnant of his mate's vibrant life. His mate had once been so amazing, the light of Cybertron, almost, but now his mate was just a husk of his former self, dark and gloomy to all.

6) FUBAR-The soldiers looked terrified as their SIC went on a rampage about the glitchy members of their Special Ops crew.

7) flag-The Autobots looked confused as Soundwave waved around what looked like a seeker wing that had been shorn from its host; one with a familiar red streak along it. Everyone continued to stare until Jazz broke the silence, "Are they surrendering?" All optics looked at Jazz as Ratchet could be heard cackling in the background as Prowl facepalmed.

8) insects-Jazz loved Earth and its many colloquial phrases and found that the phrase, "Like a moth to a flame" described his relationship with Prowl so well.

9) frail-Ratchet stared down at the sparklings laid out on the berths before him as he puzzled how to turn their command staff back to their normal selves. His attention was drawn to Jazz as he wiggled closer to their SIC, which caused him to wonder what their relationship was.

10) naked-Grumbling at the unfairness of the universe, Prowl slowly stood up, his arms covering his exposed spark chamber as he glared at the soldiers around him. Primus, this was humiliating.

11) heat-Jazz felt his face warm at Prowl's sudden lack of armor all thanks to the twins pranking again, but he couldn't help but want to help their SIC out. He walked over to stand by the embarrassed SIC and turned to stare at the rest of the crew as he removed his own armor so that Prowl wouldn't be alone. He placed his servos over his hips, daring the others to stare.

12) flicker-Proudly baring his spark in front of others was not something Jazz had ever thought he would do, but to help Prowl out, he'd do anything. He squirmed just a bit closer to Prowl, though, when he felt his spark falter before strengthening, tugging him closer to the bare mech beside him.

13) flare-Jazz watched Prowl's doorwings, fully expressive of his emotions when feeling protective of the Polyhexian behind him, and Jazz felt immensely touched by the sight before him.

14) cupcake-Prowl was baffled and didn't know whether he should ask or just keep walking. Sadly his curiosity got the best of him, "Did you just call me a human confection?"

15) flake-Prowl carefully settled layer upon layer of crystal upon itself, twisting it carefully to create a beautifully shattered-looking pattern as he manipulated the transparent crystal with his spark energy, making it glow celestially in the light of his workshop.

16) animal-He didn't know what to do so he ran; it was just a normal patrol, nothing out of the ordinary. Though when his partner began to act like some crazed beast and took a swipe at his helm, everything that could go wrong went wrong. Turning to see his partner's wings hike up high had him running again, and hearing the howl of the beast did not make things better.

17) flash-He hurt all over and reaching across the ground he found he was lying on his back with his partner nowhere to be seen. One second he was running and the next he was being tackled to the ground when everything went black. Rolling over to his front to get up he felt an odd swishing sensation behind him and when turned to investigate he found his jaw going slack at the tail like appendage now apart of him.

18) space-Panicking, he began to roll around on the ground clutching his helm where he also found ears had now sprouted. He groaned at his current state when his heightened hearing heard someone approach. He watched as Prowl made his appearance and made to come closer only for Jazz to quickly back up to keep as much distance from him as he could.

19) normal-Prowl had stared at him like everything was just dandy before quickly walking over to Jazz who was now trying to run away again. Prowl tackled him to the ground before he could get very far and somehow they got into a type of playful dog fight. Jazz found himself thinking that it felt right as he rolled around with Prowl, tail wagging.

20) grab-Prowl grappled with Jazz, alternately pinning Jazz and just lying under the newly-changed mech, content to let Jazz push at him in an attempt to get him to react. The Praxian held onto one of the Polyhexian's hands when Jazz pawed stubbornly at his face.

21) judge-Jazz curled his lips in a snarl as he paced viciously around the captured Decepticon. "Your final sights will be in this room. Do you have anything to say before the vote is cast?" the Polyhexian hissed.

22) kiss-Prowl touched his lips, stunned at what had just occurred. Had Jazz really just-? On his-?! Prowl swiftly muffled a squeal at the rememberance. It wouldn't do to have the SIC of the Autobot army giggling like he'd just had his first kiss... even if that was his first kiss.

23) defenestrate-Prowl looked through the broken window, severely amused as he watched Jazz hang from the windowsill a few stories down. Jazz's unhappy frown increased as he watched Prowl burst out into a bout of laughter.

24) flaunt-He was waiting for Jazz in the rec room, it was late and he'd finally got off shift which meant he could finally spend some time with Jazz. He didn't expect the other to be half in recharge when he'd pinged Jazz to join him. So when Jazz did finally walk into the rec room, he was stumbling and barely wearing anything to cover himself.

25) flatten-He was so confused; he'd been talking to Prowl over energon when he was suddenly being pressed down hard into the rec room table that they were speaking over. It wasn't until he felt deft digits working to get his panel open that he started to struggle in his cramped position.

26) decorations-Jazz slowly woke from recharge, hearing a quiet giggle from his sparkling. He lay there contemplating what Blue could be laughing about when he attempted to get up but found himself covered in Chrsitmas tinsel. Blinking a few times behind his visor, he looked around owlishly, "...Prowl?!"

27) flat-Prowl frowned worriedly at the site of Jazz smushed in the hole in the ground. Thank Primus the Polyhexian was so little; he'd be a pancake right now if he wasn't.

28) scarlet-He sat staring at his chest as he could see the red bleeding out, his damaged doorwings safely under his hood. The ambulance had already taken the humans he was transporting, leaving him alone to sit in shock as he felt the liquid coating his innards, not feeling when another mech touched his shoulder in sympathy.

29) grace-The crew knew of Jazz's skills when it came to dance and sabotage, but they tended to underestimate his attention span of a goldfish when it came to conversation.

30) repo-Prowl stared down at the small mech who lay in a pool of his own energon. He looked into the optics held in his palm impassively as he strode away from the now blind mech. Break the contract and your parts were forfeit.

31) draft-Everything had to be flawless, if it wasn't helms were going to roll. Prowl smiled to himself as he'd mapped out the perfect plan, hopefully no one was daft enough to ruin it.

32) drawing-Prowl stared in open mouthed shock at Jazz as he watched their sparkling happily scribble across the wall. When he questioned his mate about it, he was gifted with the response, "It's art."

33) upset-Prowl gave a whine when Jazz turned away from him with crossed arms. The Praxian honestly didn't know what he'd done wrong this time. Why was Jazz so mad at him?

34) spin-As he twirled in a graceful dance, the young Praxian couldn't help but smile as he bowed for his audience, ecstatic at the applause he earned. He met optics with a Polyhexian royal and his spark spun, fluttering in its chamber.

35) influx-They were speaking with the NEST officers about room arrangements for the sudden increase of bots when the humans made a remark about possibly building a parking garage. The bots all stopped and openly stared as the room grew quiet.

36) box-Hesitantly poking the little thing, Jazz bit his lip when it didn't do anything. What should he do? Should he take it to Red Alert to be scanned or should he just trust his own equipment and open the thing. He perked up, letting out a squeal, when he found a note on it that said that it was from Prowl.

37) hug-Prowl cradled Jazz in his arms in a joyful embrace, doorwings fluttering as they kissed, glossas twining together in a mutual rejoicing at the other's happiness.

38) skirt-Jazz looked down at the fabric swishing around his hips, and he frowned slightly, twisting his body so he could look at all of it. The word Prowl was embroidered on one part, making Jazz smile.

39) huggable-The SIC-turned-sparkling held onto Jazz stubbornly, glaring up at Ratchet for daring to take his Jazzy away. Ratchet merely found the display absolutely adorable, especially since Jazz merely held onto Prowl back.

40) grope-As Jazz stretched his arms above his helm, yawning to show off his sharp denta, he couldn't help the shiver at the feeling of one of his helm horns being touched gently, petted with soothing ministrations to calm his frazzled nerves.

41) huggableness-In mornings where he found Jazz talking in his sleep, he had the extreme urge to hold him close like Jazz did to their pillows.

42) leap-The other mech hadn't noticed him yet, giving him some time to compose himself before introducing himself. Sadly it was not to be as the other mech noticed him before he was able to shift his extra features back, causing the mech to jump back in fear.

43) demon-"Not a demon," murmured the Praxian, crouching in front of the fearful Polyhexian, "Just a vampire; I'm really not as bad as we're made out to be. Please, trust me. You've always wanted to see the Helix Gardens, haven't you? I can take you there."

44) grasp-Hesitantly he reached his servo out to the demonic figure before him, flinching as the light gleamed across his fangs. Taking a deep vent he pulled up the courage to meet the other halfway when the mech moved too fast to see and had him clutched close to his frame.

45) swift-Jazz was amazed at the speed of which the vampire had gotten them to the Helix Gardens and gaped at their beauty. The mech smiled at his expression as he moved to hold a small crystal shard close to his parting chest plates. Jazz watched in fascination as the crystal quickly changed shape into something worthy of exhibition.

46) clumsy-Prowl had to facepalm after reading how Jazz had singlehandedly gotten half the crew put in medbay by merely running into a wall.

47) bounce-Jazz hopped right back from the hit, hips twisting as he manipulated his body skillfully away from the dangerous strikes. His body obeyed his wishes as he jumped and slashed his claws against his opponent's face.

48) ghost-Jazz blearily wandered around the ancient castle, his pale, transparent form passing through walls as if they weren't there. He blinked when he heard voices. Praxian voices...

49) games-Jazz tilted his head at the sight of a sparkling's puzzle; he hadn't seen one of those in a long time! His lips curled up as he wordlessly pointed to where one piece should be. Prowl moved it according to the ghost's wishes, smiling at Jazz's grin of victory.

50) adore-Doodling Prowl on his drawing datapad always made Jazz feel incredible. He couldn't really get his feelings for the mech out any other way (and it wasn't as if he was going to confess his feelings), so he doodled and posted the pictures anonomously on the Ark's private network, amusing many mechs with the drawings.