Right, so ChrysCare asked me to continue the Chatroulette meeting between Prowl and Jazz. Sometime last year I think, we were on a MeetingWords pad with InMoNochrome, and they ganged up to force me to write this. ^_^ Plus SilenceoftheLlamas asked for this also sometime last year, I believe; I am so sorry for not writing it sooner. Jazz and Prowl weren't cooperating, neither have I had the will to write much. I had more planned but I decided that y'all were made to wait long enough.

I hope y'all enjoy this anyway.


Humming in delight, Prowl cleaned up his room, wanting to hopefully make a good impression on Jazz. He knew his room hadn't been that clean when he'd last video chatted with the mech, though Jazz probably thought that it was naturally that messy. "That messy" being a few datapads tossed on the floor and a blanket ruffled half on the couch. He didn't really have all that much stuff, honestly tried not to acquire many things.

With a soft, surprising chirp, he spun around in his chair at his desk. Yay~ One step closer to talking to Jazz again~!

Quickly he stomped down the large smile on his face, and logged onto the site. He was hoping to see Jazz, though he knew there was actually only a small chance of that happening. He had Jazz's email and Khype address, but Jazz had dared him to try this site again. So he would, simple as that.

A sigh escaped him, he knew that the chances of him getting Jazz again was quite slim, practically nothing. He clicked "start" and waited for the server to pick him up a video caller.

Moments later, a mech appeared on the video screen. The blue mech with his red visor looked like a host mech, someone who could split their sparks and create symbiotes or find symbiotes.

"Greetings," said the mech rather tonelessly.

"Ah, hello." Prowl's wings twitched awkwardly.

The mech shifted forward and typed something.

/As I'm not good at speaking aloud, what do you say to us just typing back and forth?/

That had definitely not been what he'd been expecting. Prowl blinked as the message appeared on his screen and typed back, /I'm not good at speaking aloud either… so typing back and forth is good./

/:)/

/How long have you been on here?/

/Not too long,/ responded Prowl, /Neither have I done this many times, either./

/I have been doing this for a long time. My older bother pushed me into it some time back…/

Prowl reread that a couple times.

/Oops. I meant "brother" though at times he's quite a bother as well./

/Amusing,/ responded Prowl with a look of amusement, /What's your name? Mine's Prowl./

/Mine is Soundwave; my brother's is Jazz./

Prowl perked up at that. /Really? I know a Jazz, too./

/Interesting. He and I are half-brothers, so we don't look that similar. He's older than me by about 97 vorns./

/I have a couple siblings, Bluestreak and Smokescreen. I'm older than both of them. I was actually an adult when they were sparked./ The Praxian smiled fondly at the thought of his brothers.

/Are you close with them?/

/Surprisingly enough, yes. I am./ Prowl paused, waiting for a response before he sent, /So how old is your sibling Jazz now?/

/He's 9,999 vorns. He can't wait until he's 10,000./

/Why?/

/Jazz gets teased at his work for not being a true adult yet. He's got less than half a vorn left until they can't tease him like that anymore./

/I don't get it… :/ /

/What don't you get, Prowl?/ Soundwave tilted his helm, amused at the use of the emote though not showing it.

/In Praxus, about 4,500 vorns is considered adult, though young. It is not that way in your culture?/

/Ah. No. He lives in Polyhex, I usually in Kaon, and for him 10,000 vorns is considered being a young adult. May I ask how many vorns you are?/ There was a story behind the number, but Soundwave didn't think about sharing it unless Prowl asked. Jazz actually considered himself to already be an adult, since he was so close to honestly being one.

/I am 101,395 vorns./

/… Wow. You're a lot older than us./

/Indeed,/ a small smile crossed his face, more of a twitch of his lips than anything else, /roughly 10.141 times older than Jazz, and 10.240 times older than you./

/Quick processors,/ complimented Soundwave, though he wasn't quite sure what to think of the fast division.

Before Prowl could think of a response, Soundwave sent an /Oh, no…/.

"What?" he asked aloud, his sensorwings twitching in uncertainty.

"Jazz is home," answered Soundwave while typing, /I'm actually in his house right now, currently visiting him. He had to run out to get some, uh, stuff, to make goodies with. I forgot what he actually said he needed./

Prowl had a bit of hope that this Jazz was the same one as the one he'd previously spoken to, but unless Soundwave introduced them, he couldn't be sure. /What's he making?/

/Muffins with crystal energon chunks, if I remember correctly. They'll probably be bronze crystals./

/So he likes sweets?/ inquired Prowl, his optics brightening.

/Yes, he loves them./

/Do you like them?/ Prowl wondered if the other would mind if he sent some hardy Praxian goodies to them.

/Eh, not so much. I'm not much of a sweet fan. Never really cared for it./

"Hey, 'Wave, how you want your goodies?" was suddenly shouted, making Soundwave jump visibly in his seat.

/I should really be used to that by now./ "Like normal, Jazz," he called back in monotone.

"Okay!" chirped the perky voice.

Prowl's sensorwings tilted up, his curiosity lifting its head. "That sounds just like that mech I spoke to."

/Well there aren't many mechs named Jazz… so it might be the Jazz you ran into./

/Can I speak to him when he gets done?/ Prowl hesitantly typed.

/Certainly, if he doesn't mind./

/Yay./

As if on some silent agreement, they both settled back to do other things while keeping the video chat open.


"Muffins are done!" Jazz shouted up to his older brother as he scooped the sweet muffins onto a plate. They were mini muffins, the size he loved best, and had tiny crystal berries embedded throughout them plus a streusel topping. "How many you want?"

"Requested, five plus drink and your presence," was the monotone response.

"Aww, bro, I'm touched!" squealed the very happy Jazz as he got their snacks ready. He hopped up the stairs with two plates and two glasses of youngling-grade energon in servo (because youngling grade was just the best grade to have goodies with).

As he hummed a little song, he jauntily hopped up the stairs to deliver the goodies. "Here I come!"

Because he was looking down at the tray of goodies to make sure he didn't spill them, he didn't see the Praxian on his brother's screen. "Here, bro," grinned Jazz as he set down a cup and a plate at his brother's desk. When he finally looked up after setting his own plate and drink down on the nightstand beside the berth, he gasped in surprise.

Soundwave was video chatting, probably some random person to him, but Jazz recognized him. "Prowl?" He quickly stood up to get in the view of the camera.

A hopeful smile flashed onto the Praxian's face, "Jazz?"

"Prowl!" Jazz joyfully squeaked as Soundwave quickly vacated the room after gathering his muffins and energon, probably going downstairs to the kitchen, "Oh, how surprising!" he clapped his servos together, "You and my bro do the same random chat, and you got each other!"

Prowl blinked at the cheerful words and guardedly asked, "Are you on a sugar high?"

"You think this is me on a sugar high? Mech, you ain't seen nothin' yet!" Jazz grinned at him.

"Oh, I haven't?" Prowl's lip twitched up, like he couldn't imagine Jazz even more excitable.

"Nope," Jazz giggled, "so, wanna talk about where we both live?" Maintaining a grin on his face, he shrugged at Prowl.

"All right; what first?"