Disclaimer: Still don't own them and not making anything out of this

Warning: slash and talk of robots being able to have other robots

Pretty

Jazz entered the room slowly, giving Soundwave enough time to register his arrival to their meeting place. The Con turned towards him and Jazz noticed he was still wearing his facemask. The saboteur smiled brightly at him and winked, not showing how excited he was to see his reaction.

"What in the Matrix happened to you?" – The melodic voice of the Communications Officer filled the room and Jazz inwardly squealed in glee. The Porsche knew how much Soundwave hated 'wasting' his words and he planned on reminding his lover of this reaction for a long time.

"Hey! I happen t' think I look quite good like this." – The black and white mech replied, trying to sound offended but failing miserably due to the big smile on his face.

"Why?" – Was all his lover asked and Jazz noticed, with some resignation, that his voice had returned to the normal monotone.

"Well, we've been together for a long time." – Began the black and white saboteur, while moving closer to the blue mech and placing his right hand on his lover's cassette door. – "I thought it was time t' start a family. Create a littl' spark of our own."

Soundwave's optics flashed as he grabbed Jazz and shoved him away. The Bot hit the wall hard and fell on the floor. – "Hey! Watch the goods or Ratchet's gonna make a coffee maker out of the Jazzman."

He looked up to see Soundwave looming over him. – "Tolerance for games: none."

"Aww . . . Ya hav' absolutely no sense of humor." – Jazz replied while performing the best pout Soundwave had ever seen on a transformer. The saboteur stopped doing it when he realized it had no effect on the Decepticon.

"That's no way t' treat a lady, ya know." – The Bot continued, while making sure the damage sustained by his meeting with the wall was minimal. He wasn't kidding when he said he wanted to avoid the medic's anger.

Once he was sure there was no real damage done, he looked at Soundwave again. – "Where should I start?"

"Beginning." – Replied the cassette player while sitting down next to Jazz.

"Well . . . let me start by sayin' that ya should never mess with a medic. They hav' the power t' slag ya in so many ways it's not funny." – Began the Porsche and by his voice, Soundwave knew he wasn't finding this funny, but hilarious.

"Cause of problem: Autobot medic Ratchet?" – Questioned Soundwave and Jazz shook his head.

"Nah! The cause was the twins. Ya see, I got caught in one of their littl' pranks. Ratchet was their victim. I'm just collateral damage." – Jazz stayed silent after that, a grin adorning his face while he stared at his lover's visor.

Soundwave stared back silently, waiting for the other to continue. As time passed, Jazz's grin grew bigger. Soundwave's visor flashed in annoyance, before he decided to finally humor his partner. – "Elaborate."

Jazz kissed the facemask and chuckled. No matter how many times the Porsche did that, Soundwave always gave in and talked. As long as he was interested in the information, of course . . . - " 'Nyways, the twins had the audacity t' ambush our medic. Imagine our surprise when Ratchet enters the lounge an' grabs Siders by the neck. Held him quite a couple of inches above the ground, by the way." – Jazz would have stopped to ponder the strength of the medic just to annoy Soundwave more, but the cassette holder flashed his visor at him in a way that told the saboteur his patience was wearing thin. – "So Ratch has the red terror in his grasp and when he opened his mouth t' deliver whatever insult he could come up with at the moment . . . " – Jazz let out a laugh before continuing. – "Let me tell ya, I didn't thought it possibl' t' mix human insults with cybertronian, but I was wron'. Ratch not only mixed an' created most of them, but did it all in the most sweet soundin' femme's voice." – Jazz laughed again at the memory only to find Soundwave apparently didn't find it that funny.

"Point?"

"Well, it was funny. We all laughed. But then, I may hav' said somethin' 'bout being prettier without the sailor's mouth. So after that little stunt y'r fearless leader did two days ago. . ." – Jazz trailed off and gave Soundwave a look.

"Ya know I almost got slagged then, right?" – The Bot didn't wait for a response. He just smiled and continued. – "Doesn't matter. Where was I? Oh yeah, the attack . . . Well, I got hurt pretty bad an' Ratch said it would be better if I wasn't online for repairs. I wake today and find myself like this." - Jazz made a gesture with his hands and gave an amused smile to the Decepticon. – "Bet the whole startin' a family thin' was more fun than the real thin'."

Soundwave took the time to take off his facemask and kiss the Autobot. – "Not really."

Jazz kissed him back, his sensors not used to the slightly different signals they were receiving. Not that they were exactly bad. – "I do believe I look quite pretty like this, right?"

Soundwave looked at his partner silently. He still had his paintjob and he still wore his blue visor, but the body was completely different. It was smaller, curvier and appeared quite delicate. A deceiving appearance since Jazz's introduction to the wall a while ago didn't damage him. Overall, as a femme, Jazz looked pleasing. He still preferred the default form of the mech. There was no risk of having the insane Bot suddenly begging for the production of a new Cybertronian.

"Soundwave, I am pretty. Right?" – The saboteur asked again. Soundwave's visor flashed. Apparently his silly Bot needed some vocal demonstration of appreciation. Not like he planned on amusing Jazz; he still owed him for the 'create a little spark of our own' thing.

"Pretty: yes. Skywarp: prettier." – Was all he said, his lips curving slightly at the outraged look of the Autobot.

"WHAT? Skywarp!"

"Prank: backfired. Skywarp: currently fuchsia." – Said the Con and he let out an almost inaudible chuckle. Jazz, realizing his lover had just made fun of him, turned and punched Soundwave before getting up and leaving.

Soundwave stared at the retreating Bot for a second before jumping after him. No matter the form, Jazz was always the prettiest when he was mad.