Sundown on the outskirts of the city. The sun was halfway gone already, its rays just barely reaching the group of mechs standing quietly. Jazz had always liked Earth's sunsets; he had never seen such beautiful masterpieces of nature on Cybertron. He knew that this sunset was beautiful, but he also knew that he would enjoy it a lot more if he were in Prowl's arms rather than Starscream's.
The jet had a firm hold on Jazz's arm. The Porsche's hands were tied behind his back, Energon bonds wrapped tightly around his wrists and arms. Jazz's head was hung and his visor dark; he could now barely see at all, the optical wiring fried and damaged. His right arm still hung in disrepair at his side, the connections falling apart. He felt his spark weak and distorted in his chest and felt like he had just been thrown in a scrapping machine. He was inhaling large breaths as he desparately tried to keep his mechanisms from overheating; the lack of flowing energon in his body was creating too much friction for his internal fans to cool down.
Starscream roughly shook the Porsche for a second. "Stand up straight!" The seeker's tone startled Jazz and he was forced to straighten his shoulders, but kept his head hung; every time he tried to move his head, the broken hydraulic would spark painfully, and the Porsche didn't know how much more pain his body could stand.
His mind kept going back to the torture he had experienced mere hours before. Tracks and Starscream had had their way with the Porsche for hours, and he had no idea how long they kept going after his system had shut down from power overload. When he had awoke from the shut down he found himself strapped down to a recharge berth with his spark's housing unit opened; Starscream was busy draining the energy from Jazz's spark. The one, single thing that the Porsche couldn't shake from the whole experience was the utter fear his body put out when Tracks spoke to him while he was being drained.
"Hurts, doesn't it?" he had asked in a cool voice. "You want to talk, go right ahead. Tell someone what happened, but, if you do-" Tracks had reached into Jazz's housing unit, grabbing a pipe that sent so much pain up Jazz's back that he immediately began to cry, screaming in pain as the hot tears stung down his cheeks. Tracks' head was right next to Jazz's so that the Porsche clearly heard the Firebird's words through his screaming. "You will be in so much pain for the rest of your life."
Jazz shivered as Tracks' words passed through his memory again. He was now more afraid of the Firebird then he'd ever been before and his words terrified him. He knew that telling someone about what had happened was the best option, but after being put through that agonizing torture he sure as hell didn't want it to happen again.
"There he is!" Skywarp was keeping a lookout for Prowl and he had apparently spotted him, the Datsun's police sirens blaring. Jazz's left optic flitted into life and he looked up at the call, elation cutting through his circuitry at the sight of the Datsun's red flashing lights. Jazz stepped forward out of sheer happiness to try and meet Prowl halfway, but was pulled back, Starscream's crushing grip still on the Porsche's good arm.
Jazz watched through what little vision he had as Prowl transformed then skidded to a halt, stopping feet from the group. The Porsche couldn't make out Prowl's face, but he heard loathing and anger in the cop's voice when he spoke.
"I'm here, just like you wanted, Decepticon!" Prowl's voice shook with anger. "But I have come to rescue Jazz, not see him die!"
Starscream laughed behind Jazz, the sound menacing and taunting. "You? Save this thing?" He shook Jazz again and the Porsche's arm gave out a painful spark. "He's not worth much, is he? Just another mech in the Autobot arsenal."
"Why do you want him so much?" Thundercracker's voice came from Jazz's right and he felt the unmistakable barrel of the jet's blaster being pressed to his head. Jazz's body shook with fear and the strain of just staying conscious as he stared at Prowl. "He can't be that important."
Prowl's body stiffened as his arm immediately dropped out a gun, which he caught easily. "He's more than just another mech, seeker. He's my bondmate, and he will not die here!"
Jazz's optics widened in surprise. Prowl had figured out what the notes had meant and had accepted him. The Porsche's synapses sent pleasure tearing through the walls of fear and pain and he was happy for the first time in what felt like ages. He smiled slightly and was about to say something when Thundercracker's blaster went off.

Prowl's jaw dropped as he saw the energy beam rip through Jazz's head, the mech's black body going rigid in shock. The cop's body was flooded with surprise and fright at what the seeker had done. He watched in horror as Jazz's body dropped to its knees then slumped to the ground in a large dust cloud and lay, face down, limp and unmoving.
The first-in-command's body was unresponsive to the commands Prowl had attempted to give. His circuits had frozen at the sight of his best friend on the ground, the black mech's head sparking and leaking Energon. He had dropped the gun he was holding and was shaking in violent waves of despair as his wide optics stared in disbelief at the limp form of the second-in-command. Empty pain like he had never experienced before ripped across his every nerve, tears beginning to cloud his vision.
"You idiot!" The call ripped Prowl's optics away from Jazz's lifeless body and to the seekers. Starscream had been yelling at Thundercracker, but the cop hadn't been listening until now. He stared at the jets with his watery vision, just standing there, his feelings of anger, despair and disbelief flooding his body with numbness until one of his emotions decided to take over.
His legs began to move before he really knew what was happening. He was running at the seekers and screaming, furious anger pounding through his synapses, hot anger flowing through his legs as they launched him at Thundercracker. He screamed a murderous cry as his fist brutally slammed into the jet's head, sending the seeker to the ground. Barely touching the ground himself, Prowl spun, his leg broadsiding Starscream, the blow sending the Decepticon into the air with a cry of indignity. Anger like Prowl had never experienced pounded like hot lead through his pipes, his body heating up. Hot sensations tore through his right arm as it transformed into a massive gun. The weapon surprised Prowl; he had never seen this weapon before and had never even knew that it existed in his body, but he intended to use it.
Pointing it upward, he aimed it at Skywarp, who was floating in the sky, and felt hot energy burn painfully through through his arm just before he let loose one of the largest and most powerful energy surges he had ever seen. The shockwave that the blast created knocked him over and skewed the aiming; the energy ended up missing Skywarp's head by mere inches and shot into the sky.
Prowl's surprise momentarily overrode the anger coarsing through his body as he stared at the giant blaster protruding from his elbow. He had never seen this huge thing before and was astounded when he was not able to recall it ever being installed. The weapon looked intricate, Ancient Autobot symbols all along the sides and barrel. His optics were wide as he stared at this monsterous weapon, but his astonishment was short-lived.
Explosions began to erupt around him and drew him out of his momentary lapse. Thundercracker had ascended to the sky and was firing upon the bots on the ground. Prowl looked over at Jazz's body on the ground and quickly dove over it. He knew that the Porsche could no longer feel anything, but he felt the urge to protect the body, not wanting any more harm to come to it. He growled as the anger came back to him. Lifting the giant gun he felt the burning energy surge through his arm before the energy was released. He held onto the position as the shockwave came back to him and smirked as the blast surged straight at Thundercracker and hit him straight on. He spun around, his body pressing on Jazz's and aimed again at Skywarp, having a sudden evil surge to want to mutilate every Decepticon he could, but before he let loose the energy, he felt movement beneath him.
Prowl looked under him in surprise at Jazz's body. The Porsche's head lay in a pool of Energon and was blown halfway off, wires and internal components were fried, his circuitry damaged and looked to be well beyond repair. Prowl knew that Jazz should not have been functioning, but the left half of his visor had a feeble light behind it and, as Prowl watched, the Porsche's black lips silently mouthed the words "Help me."