A/N: Here you go SparkySparkfire. Hope you enjoy. And if you are a new reader for my stories, welcome. I hope you like the rest of them.

Main Parings:
ProwlxBumblebee

ex JazzxBumblebee

Warnings: dying, fluff, Jazz's mind, kissing, AU

Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers. Only Hasbro.

"Why must you be so difficult?" Bumblebee complained, staring up at the cyberninja in the tree. "It's not like we're breaking any rules."

"Yes, but what if the others found out? That risks us being found out by the Decepticons," Prowl pointed out. "You or I would be captured and tortured or killed."

"I won't let that happen Prowl," Bumblebee said, motioning the mech down. Prowl obeyed, sitting on the mat where he slept. "If you were captured, then I would do anything to bring you back. I love you that much."

Prowl smiled up at the minibot. The yellow mech leaned in, kissing the gold and black. Prowl noticed the time and stood. Bumblebee looked confused before remembering their job.

"Slag. I forgot we had patrol together," the minibot cursed.

"Then we best get going," Prowl smirked. "Maybe we can find a nice place to spend our patrol at."

"Hmm... sounds nice," the other responded. "Let's go. I want to be back to spend more time with you."

~~~000

"How was your patrol little buddy?" Bulkhead asked.

"It was good. No Decepticon activity. The best we got was a strong wind," Bumblebee said, stretching out his limbs. "Maybe a few animals playing around."

"Sounds boring," Bulkhead said, deflated.

"I enjoyed it. Very quiet night," Prowl said, heading to his room. "I'm going to recharge."

"Me too. I am so tired," Bumblebee yawned. "Night Bulk."

Bulkhead stood there awkwardly alone. Bumblebee "closed" his door and snuck into Prowl's room. He could see the ninja laying down, waiting for his arrival. The minibot already knew that Prowl was the submissive one in their relationship.

"You look so sexy laying there Prowl," Bumblebee growled lowly.

"I do?" Prowl asked teasingly.

"Of course you do," Bumblebee said, hovering over the ninja before attacking his neck. "I love you Prowl. Now and always."

~~~000

Bumblebee woke up late that day, finding Prowl not in the room. He went out to the main room, seeing no one but Ratchet. He went up to the medic, looking at the monitor.

"Hey Doc Bot, where's the others?" Bumblebee asked.

"Patrol. They were attacked and Prowl was taken," Ratchet said.

"Whoa, taken? As in the Decepticons took him?" Bumblebee squeaked, fear rising in his spark.

"Yes. We believed you were taken as well. But now that you're here, we can go help fight," said Ratchet, already transformed and leaving.

Bumblebee raced out of the base, his fear growing when he thought of Prowl in danger. He followed the sounds of battle, transforming and heading into action. He could see Prowl being closely guarded by Megatron himself. Jazz, Sentinel, and Ultra Magnus helped fight, but it did little damage.

"Prowl! Hang in there. I'm coming," Bumblebee shouted over the gunfire.

"Bumblebee don't! It's a trap!" Prowl yelled back, grunting in pain as he was stabbed through with a large sword. "You all need to get out of here! They'll kill you!"

"I'm not leaving with out," the scout protested. "I'll find a way to protect you."

"Listen to me. It's too dangerous," Prowl tried to persuade. "Please leave."

Bumblebee blocked out his lover's pleas. He raced around the massive warlord, shooting him rapidly. Jazz followed his lead, he too taking a swing at the grey and black mech. Megatron eventually became annoyed and called a retreat. He didn't have time to deal with weaklings. Prowl saw yellow and black filling his vision as his upper half was lifted and held by the smaller. Jazz was also at his side, giving his friend comfort. Ultra Magnus gently eased the sword out, tossing it aside.

"It's alright now Prowl. I'm here. I'm always here," Bumblebee murmured softly. "You're safe now. I'm not leaving your side again. Ever."

"Bee... I'm dying. I can feel it," Prowl whispered.

"No! No you're not dying," Bee denied.

"It's true. At least I have you at my side," Prowl choked out. His frame dulled to grey. "Just keep holding me."

Bumblebee sobbed, not believing what the ninja said. Ratchet was scanning the dying bot, sighing in regret. The others around stayed silent. The scout kissed Prowl, muttering a prayer.

"The only way to save him is a spark bond," Ratchet announced.

"Spark bond? Are you sure Ratchet?" the scout gasped, looking down at the bot in his arms. "Prowl, you hear that? We can bond to save you."

Prowl smiled sadly at his lover. Ratchet manually opened the chestplates to reveal the shrinking life force. Bumblebee followed along, pressing the two sparks together. Prowl trembled, his body refusing the energy given. Ratchet watched closely, praying that the two merged.

"Prowl, try to relax a bit," Ratchet suggested.

The ninja nodded, forcing his frame limp. The two could feel the bond beginning, linking them together forever. Colors returned to the weaker. Ratchet sighed, glad that Prowl would be staying with them longer.

"It's alright now. We'll be together forever," the minibot whispered.

"Just like what we planned," Prowl whispered back.

~~~000

"Glad ya found ta right one Bee," Jazz said, watching his sleeping friend recover.

"Yeah. Prowl knows that we were together. He saw all my memories and vice versa," Bumblebee said. "But I know we couldn't be together. The Elite Guard wouldn't allow it."

"It was fer ta best fer both of us," Jazz smirked. "Just don' frag him ta hard like ya did with ma. Prowler's more fragile than I am."

"Hey, Prowl likes how I frag him Jazz," Bumblebee accused. "You were the one begging and then complaining when you got sore."

"Imma just teasin' ya Bee. Prowl's one lucky mech," Jazz lauhed. "Ya'll be a good sire if Prowler gets sparked. Hopefully Cybertron will be peaceful enough fer ya and yer team ta return."

"Yeah. I want my kids to be on their home world with our kind," Bee agreed.