Pairings: Prowl/Jazz, Skywarp/Thundercracker if you look closely and the remote possibility of Slingshot/Air Raid
Warnings: Decepticons and Autobots and high-grade oh my… no, there's no interfaction interfacing… nearly, but not quite ;)Disclaimer: As per usual, the good things in life are not mine to have, but belong to someone else... in this case Hasbro, Takara and IDW and anyone else I've forgotten…
Authors Note: Written for the 'prowlxjazz' Livejournal community Christmas challenge, which is based around the four candles of advent. This one is for Peace.
This could be seen in the same series as the Hope set
Feedback makes friends. Flames dealt with by the masters of paranoia and fire, Red Alert and Inferno.

"The wolf also shall dwell with the lamb, and the leopard shall lie down with the kid; and the calf and the young lion and the fatling together; and a little child shall lead them" – Isaiah 11: 6

The last thing Thundercracker was expecting to see when he onlined his optics was an orange ceiling. Memories flickered through his processor and he sat bolt upright, wincing as pain flared through his systems.

"Don't be slagging daft. Lie back down!" The voice of the Autobots Chief Medical Officer sounded in his audios and he frowned.

"Huh?"

"It's okay TC. Do what the nice medic tells ya." Thundercracker vented a sigh of relief as he heard Skywarp and lay back down on the berth. Skywarp's face appeared upside down in his optics.

"What happened?"

"Well, you remember how I wanted to go flying and all 'cause I was bored?"

"Yes…"

"Well… there was a bit of a storm…"

"A bit!" Ratchet grouched, interrupting Skywarp.

"Yeah, a bit of a storm and you kinda flew into a bolt of lightning."

"What?"

"You heard him. You got slagged by the forces of nature." Ratchet replied, bending over Thundercracker and examining the repairs he had made. "You are damn lucky you didn't stretch these temporary seals sitting up like that." He admonished. "Your systems were quite badly fried and we brought you back to the Ark for repairs."

"Uh… thanks?"

"You're welcome. You should also thank Jazz and Prowl. They were the ones who called for help."

"They were watching us TC." Skywarp almost sounded mortified.

"And you were lucky they were!" Ratchet muttered. "Right, now I'm clearing you from the med. bay, but you won't be going anywhere for a while."

"We had a ceasefire!"

"And that ceasefire is still in operation. It is merely that the storm that you got caught in has closed in spectacularly and it would be dangerous for you to attempt flying in such weather." The cool voice of the Autobot tactician entered the conversation and they all turned to see Prowl standing in the doorway, Jazz at his side.

"How're you?" Jazz asked, stepping into the med. bay before Prowl.

"I'm fine. And I owe you my thanks."

"Hey, no worries. It's Christmas, that's what you gotta do at Christmas. Speaking o' which, as you two are stuck here til the storm clears… you wanna join in the party?" Both Skywarp and Thundercracker stared at Jazz, dumbstruck.

"What?" Jazz would swear the word echoed around all the mechs present.

"Like you said Prowl, tis the season and all that. Why don't we let them have a bit of fun? It's not as if we're gonna lock them up in the brig while there's a ceasefire on." He pointed out.

"True. Very well. I shall clear it with Optimus Prime."

"And Red Alert!"

"Yes Ratchet, Red Alert too. Though I believe he is currently with Inferno and I have no wish to disturb them."

"Right you two. You can come help with the rest o' the decorations." Jazz jerked his thumb and Thundercracker and Skywarp, who still looked at little shell-shocked.

"Just don't overwork them Jazz and for Primus' sake, don't let them have too much high-grade."

"Right ya are. Does that mean I have to stop you having too much?" He asked cheekily before making a fast retreat, Thundercracker and Skywarp on his heels.

"Fat chance of that if Wheeljack's promises are anything to go by." Ratchet muttered darkly, ushering Prowl out after them.

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As per usual, Jazz's parties were something to behold. Even helping with the decorations, Thundercracker and Skywarp were overwhelmed by the amount of effort all the Autobots were putting in. Several Autobots were wary initially, but after watching Skywarp and Thundercracker working side by side with Jazz and Prowl, they had evidently decided the Decepticons could be trusted. At least for the moment. So they all worked side by side, putting up the last minute decorations Jazz had decided on, grumbling good-naturedly about all the changes he wanted to make.

The evening drew in and the party began in earnest, high-grade flowing like water (regardless of Ratchet's orders) and the music blasting through the speakers Jazz and Blaster had set up. Surprisingly, it was Ironhide and Wheeljack up and dancing first, swaying together and glancing over to where Ratchet was sat, nursing his only allowed cube of high-grade.

"If I didn't know better, I would say they were putting on a show for him." Prowl commented to Jazz, twisting slightly in his chair to stare up at his partner standing beside him.

"Heh, as long as they enjoy themselves, I bet Ratchet will." Jazz laughed, before making a strangled sound, staring wordlessly at the dance floor. Prowl followed his gaze and was amazed to see Skywarp and Slingshot moving together, far more closely than should be allowed if the reaction of Thundercracker and the other Aerialbots was anything to go by. Prowl couldn't help but laugh.

"I never thought I would see another day when Autobots and Decepticons relaxed side by side."

"Me either Prowl… me either." They watched as Thundercracker stalked up to where the two were dancing and glared at Slingshot. Who merely smiled back. Prowl felt Jazz's hand clamp down on his shoulder.

"Let them handle it. They ain't gonna make no trouble." Prowl relaxed back into his seat, squirming slightly as Jazz let his hand brush sensitive seams.

"Now isn't that something." They both looked down to see Sparkplug standing in front of them, staring at the dance floor where Air Raid had dragged Slingshot away from Skywarp and was attempting to distract him, while Thundercracker had pulled Skywarp away from Slingshot by his wings, ignoring any cries his trine-mate was making.

Spike and Carly were whirling around the dance floor together, somehow managing to avoid being stepped on by what seemed to be the whole crew of the Ark (minus Ratchet who was still nursing his single cube) that were also dancing.

"Come on guys… you've got to get up and dance too!" Spike called up to Jazz and Prowl as he passed them.

"Right ya are Spike!" Jazz answered, holding a hand out to Prowl.

"No."
"Come on Prowl. The kid's right. Ya gotta get up and dance."

"No."

"Please?" Prowl paused before venting a sigh.
"Why do I let you do these things to me?" He asked rhetorically as he allowed Jazz to pull him to his feet and sweep him out onto the dance floor.

"Because ya love me?"

"I do." Jazz's grin widened and he rested his head against Prowl's shoulder.

"It's kind of a peaceful Christmas…"

"It's the only sort of peaceful I'm going to get around you Jazz."