Disclaimer: All Transformers characters belong to Hasbro. Any made up characters were created by me.

Summery: (G1 fic) Jazz always wanted to know what it's like to fly. His intended bond-mate was a flyer until . . . .

"blah" – Normal human speck
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'blah' – Comm. Specking
Italics - flashback

Wind Beneath My Wings
By: Yami-Yugi3

Chapter 4

Inside Prowl's room, Jazz was pushing on his wings to help stretch them out. Prowl couldn't help but sigh happily. Jazz smiled back as he kept the magnetic pulse through his hands. He let go and stepped back. "Try movin' 'em yerself, Prowler."

"...I'll try..."

"Prowl okay?"

Prowl and Jazz looked towards the door. "Well hello there Bee." Jazz said with a smile.

"Hi Jass."

"You look like you're doing better, Prowl," smiled Optimus.

"Thank you sir...Jazz's been helping."

"Prowlie sick?" Prowl was unsure how to explain it to the little mech.

"Well..."

Jazz took Bumblebee from Optimus and sat him down next to Prowl. Bumblebee felt his wings. "Yer wings got littler Prowlie. You get hurt? Lose big wings?"

Prowl sighed. "...Yes..."

"Was it big 'Cepicons?" Prowl only nodded sadly. Bumblebee whimpered as he touched the wings. "Cons hurt you...hurt your wings...dey hurt you bad..."

"Yes...sadly I can not fly anymore..."

Bumblebee let out a cry. "I sorry..."

Prowl slowly wrap his arms around him. "...It's okay little one, don't cry because of me..."

"No rides no more..."

Jazz rubbed Bumblebee on the helm. "It's alright. SilverWind can take ya up. It's not yer fault. It's Jetstorm's."

"No same..."

"Bee, Prowl's upset too," said Optimus. "Why don't you make him feel better?" Bumblebee looked back over at Prowl before coming closer and give Prowl the biggest hug his little arms can give him.

"You still has wings. I always love you," he said. Jazz smiled and patted his helm.

"That's appreciated, Bee."

Bumblebee nodded. "Me no like Jetstorm neither."

"It's very unfortunate he choose the path he did."

"You said it, Prime," said Jazz. Prowl smiled a bit at Bumblebee. He smiled back.

"...Thank you, Bee..."

"Welcome." Bumblebee hug him again. Jazz and Optimus smiled. "Me like your new wings."

"...Really?"

"Uh huh. Dey small but dey okay." Prowl smiled a bit again. "Prowlie play?"

"Not now Bee, Prowler's still healing." Jazz said.

"...Oh..."

"Maybe in a few orns or so."

"Okay..." Bumblebee said. He sighed heavily and cuddled up next to Prowl. Prowl smiled again and hug Bumblebee close to him.

"Come on, Bumblebee. Let's let Prowl and Jazz be."

"Me want to stay."

"It will be very boring here since they can't play."

"It's okay, Prime," Jazz said. "I don't think Prowler wants Bee to leave just yet."

"If he won't be too much of a bother for you."

"I don't think so." Jazz said "It can be practice when it's time for me and Prowler to have sparklings ourselves some day."

Prowl couldn't help but blush. "One thing at time, Jazz..." he said. Jazz smiled. Bumblebee just hugged Prowl more.

"Alright, Bumblebee. You can stay." Bumblebee smiled happily at this. Optimus came over and rubbed the yellow sparkling's helm. "You behave for Prowl and Jazz alright?" Bumblebee nodded. The Prime smiled and left the room. Bumblebee cuddled closer to Prowl.

"Love you." Prowl smiled at him. Bumblebee smiled back before yawning. He curled up against Prowl and fell asleep.

"I guess you need to take little Bee's example Prowler." Jazz said with a smile.

Prowl sighed. "Alright..."

"It will help ya heal faster."

"I'm not a sparkling, Jazz."

"Yeah I know that Prowler." Prowl just shook his head and rolled his optics. Bumblebee slipped his thumb into his mouth.

"He is cute." Jazz said.

"Yes he is," smiled Prowl. He yawned a bit.

"See ya are tired."

"Alright, alright..." he yawned again. Jazz smiled again and kiss his chevron. Prowl closed his optics and took it in. Jazz smiled as he pulled away. Prowl just stared at him before falling asleep.

"Night Prowler." Jazz whispered. Just as Jazz walked out of the room to let Prowl and Bumblebee rest, he got a communication from Optimus.

'Jazz, I need to see you in the command room.'

'Alright, Prime. I'll be right there.' He worriedly rushed down the halls.

Once he got to the command room Optimus and Kup waited for him. He noticed a few others Autobots were there too. "What's goin on?"

"It's not good, lad. The Decepticons are sending another assault."

"Megatron is still reigning from the first battle. He thinks we can be easily defeated again."

"We'll make sure that drone of a seeker, Starscream doesn't take anymore captives," smirked Sideswipe.

"Yeah!"

"Is Jetstorm with them?" Jazz asked, not impressed by the twins' comment.

"Sadly yes but please don't fight him on revenge even thought I know you want to."

Jazz clenched his fists and looked away from his leader. "I...I can't promise ya I won't." Kup put a hand on his shoulder.

"He's not worth it, lad. He made his choice. There's not point in destroying the seeker in cold hatred."

"But he's the one that hurt Prowler."

"I've seen wars on other planets, lad," Kup said as he shook his head. He looked Jazz in the optics. "Do you really want to be a Decepticon?"

"..."

"We'll kick that flyer's aft double for ya!" jeered Sideswipe.

"I'll give him a bit extra for damaging my paint job."

"No," Optimus said sternly. "We are peaceful Autobots. There will be no revenge in this city or this base." The twins whined. Optimus looked at them with a disappointed stare.

Sunstreaker looked away to protect his pride. "Sorry Prime..." mumbled Sideswipe. Many others hung their heads in shame. They were thinking of the same thing.

"We'll send Megatron a message and defend this city. Our goal is to disable and send them packing. Do not kill unless your lifestream is in danger."

"Right. Now, we'll divide into two main groups..." Kup went on to explain the battle plans. Jazz was only half listening. He was thinking of Prowl and Bumblebee back in ICU. "Jazz... Jazz!"

"Huh?"

Optimus put a hand on his shoulder. He knew what Jazz was thinking about. "I know you're worried about them, but please... Promise me you won't go LOOKING for Jetstorm."

Jazz sighed. "...I won't Prime." Optimus smiled at him and let go. He walked off to join the others. Jazz followed the group out.

As soon as the Autobots were assembled, the Decepticons came marching towards them. Megatron was in the lead with Starscream and his seekers, and Jetstorm following close behind. "Decepticons! Attack! Take NO prisoners this time! I want dead bodies!"

"Autobots, defend the city!" "Autobots, defend the city!" Soon the battle begin. Both groups, one led by Kup the other by Optimus, tried to defend the city. Jetstorm spies Jazz and smirked. He knew he had to get the saboteur alone.

"Prime! We will be victorious this time as well," Megatron smirked as he neared Optimus.

"I don't think so!" he shouted. The two started fighting. Jazz watched out of the corner of his optics. He was fighting off a few lower Decepticons and giving them a nice aft kicking.

He could hear the twins jeering and provoking other 'Cons around him. He punched the remaining lackey out cold. "Yer gonna have one processor ache when you wake up, Con," Jazz smirked at the unconscious form. He raced off to go help the other team. Kup's team was having trouble fighting off Starscream and all his seekers. SilverWind was doing his best to help them out. Jetstorm wasn't making it any easier either. He knew he promise Prime but he just got to get Jetstorm away.

Jetstorm laughed as he fired at the Autobots. "Sorry you old rust bucket! Looks like this city will soon be ours!" He fired directly at Kup. "Death to all ground types! Flyers reign supreme!"

"Not today!" yelled Jazz. He fired a well aimed shot at the flyer.

Jetstorm saw him and smirked. "I'm surprised you're out here. I would thought you were mourning that traitor Prowl." he said.

"He's not dead!"

"What a shame. But I'm sure you dumped him once you found out he can't fly anymore."

"No! I love him for who he was! Unlike you! It's not too late! You can join the Autobots and stop this foolishness!" The other Autobots and Kup were gaining the upper hand against Starscream and the rest.

"Shut up you stupid groundpounder! Megatron promise great things!" He shot at Jazz and hit him in his chest. It wasn't close to his spark but it knocked him off guard. Jetstorm swooped down and grabbed him. "If I can't silence that stupid traitor, then I can at least destroy YOU!"

"J-Jetstorm...please...this fighting...is...is senseless..."

Jetstorm growled. "Shut up!" He flew Jazz over to a remote area of the battle. If this wasn't a battle Jazz would be excited to fly again. He tried to struggle free from Jetstorm's grip. "You want me to let you go? Fine!" He threw Jazz to the ground and landed beside him. Jetstorm kicked him. "Stand up and fight me! I want this to be fun!" He thought of Prowl and stood up. If he was going to die, he was going to die defending himself and the right of freedom. "So you DO want to fight," he smirked. He ran and punched him where his wound was. Jazz coughed and backed up. He flipped over and kicked Jetstorm in the back. Jetstorm fell forward. "You pitspawn!" he said as he got back onto his feet. Jazz easily dodged his attack. He kicked him in the back again. "Stop that!" Jetstorm growled.

"You stop first. I don't want to fight you. This is stupid."

"No you are stupid to not fight me!"

"It doesn't have to be this way. Optimus will welcome you back."

"Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!" he growled, swoop tackling Jazz to the ground. "YOU started this whole thing! You turned Prowl away from me!"

"No... He...He would have been an Autobot regardless," Jazz said as he defended himself from Jetstorm's punches.

"SHUT UP! YOU STUPID GROUNDPOUNDER! Flyers will ALWAYS be better! You with your stupid Autobot lies! You stole Prowl from me! He was the only wingmate I had! No matter...Megatron promises much more."

"Can't you see? It's all lies. Look into your spark."

"Oh I see VERY clearly," he smirked. "It's YOU who don't. Allow me to show you!" he whipped out his gun faster than Jazz could react. He shot out Jazz's optics. Jazz couldn't help but scream in pain as his world went dark. Jetstorm laughed maniacally. Jazz held his bleeding optics. Jetstorm shot at his hands and shot at the already shattered optics again. He put his gun away. "Now you'll never SEE anything ever again! Ha ha ha ha! You'll never see your lover's sweet face again!" Jazz held his bleeding face and moaned in great pain. Jetstorm kicked him and then took out his shoulder guns. "This is the end, groundpounder."

"NO!" called a familiar voice as he tackled Jetstorm to the ground.

"You interfere!" Jetstorm whined as Optimus held him to the ground.

"You fight unfairly! You've won against him already. Go! Run to your mighty leader!"

"He's a better leader than you'll ever be!" Jetstorm yelled as he stumbled to his feet. He transformed and flew off. Optimus sighed heavily.

"I fear you'll see the error of your ways too late, Jetstorm…"

"…Pr-Prime…?" Jazz coughed. He spit up energon from his injuries and from the energon life blood dripping into his mouth.

"Easy, Jazz," he replied as he got an arm around him. He carefully helped him up.

"I…I can't see…" he hissed in pain.

"I know. Let's get you to Ratchet. Lean on me and let me guide you."

"I…I'm sorry…I…I know I shouldn't have…gone looking…for…for Jetstorm…"

"You were helping Kup and the others. Jetstorm took the fight into his own hands. I don't blame you."

"…Still…I'm sorry…"

"It's alright Jazz." The former musician leaned more against the Prime. He was hurt and scared. He'd never tasted war like this. He was mostly afraid of losing his sight, of never seeing Prowl ever again. He'd never see a Cybertronian sunset or sunrise, never look at Bumblebee's cute face. "Are you alright? You're shaking… Do you need me to carry you back?"

"…No…"

"Don't worry, I'm sure Ratchet will make you see again. He might need Wheeljack's help, but he'll restore your sight."

"…I…hope so… J-Jetstorm…shot them out…pretty badly…" Optimus smiled sadly as they neared the base.

"Holy Primus! What happened to you, Jazz?" Ratchet asked as he met up with the two of them at the entrance to the base.

"…"

"Jetstorm approached him and shot out his optics. Can you fix him?"

"Wheeljack has been experimenting with a few new visual enhancement devices as well as new optic designs. He's had my help and permission."

"That's great news. I'll let you take Jazz from here. I want to assess casualties and make sure everyone gets back into the city safely." Jazz was uneasy as Optimus let go and headed off. Ratchet put comforting arms around him.

"Come on, Jazz. We'll get you back to normal in no time."

"Y-Yeah…"

"Relax, Jazz. At least you're alive. You know Jack and I will do what we can," he spoke in a gentle tone reserved for situations like this. His empty threats and playful sarcasm would only cause Jazz to panic more, possibly driving him into shock and stasis. "You'll be alright."

"I trust ya, Doc Bot."

"I know."

As soon as Ratchet entered the Medical Bay, he was greeted by a certain yellow mech. Bumblebee was crying hysterically as he waddled over to the CMO. He was rubbing at his optics as he sobbed. "R-Ratcet…! R-Ratcet I…I scared…! Op-Opti…fight! Felt him get hurt…!"

"Hold on, Jazz," he replied as he let go. He knelt down to the mechlet and picked him up into his arms. "Optimus is just fine. He's not even really hurt at all. You're alright, Bumblebee."

"O-Optie…otay…?"

"Yes, he's alright. The battle's over now, you're safe." The yellow sparkling cuddled against him.

"Safe now…?" he sniffled.

"Yes, safe now," he smiled as he rubbed his helm. Bumblebee rubbed the tears from his optics, cuddling as tightly as he could against Ratchet. "No need to worry, alright?" he spoke sweetly to the mechlet as he still rubbed his helm.

"Otay…" he sniffled.

"Now, how about you finish your nap in your playpen? I'll have Optimus come and get you." Bumblebee shook his head with a sniffle.

"No want be alone…"

"Alright, I'll take you myself." He turned to Jazz, but hid Bumblebee's optics from him. He didn't want to frighten him. "There's a repair berth a few meters in front of you. See if you can get to it and lie down until I get back."

"Alright. I should be fine."

"Jass!" Bumblebee smiled. He tried to turn his head to look. Jazz covered his face as best he could.

"He's badly injured Bee. He might not look like himself."

"He got energon all over his face. He look bad hurt. You cover face, Jass. You face hurt bad?"

"Yeah, Bee. I'm pretty messed up. You just go with Ratch. I'll be fine. He'll fix me up okay?" The yellow mechlet nodded and cuddled against Ratchet again.

"Love you, you be better later."

"Thanks, Bee." Ratchet left the room. Jazz waited until he heard the door close to be sure he wouldn't scare the yellow mechlet. He held out his hands and tried to feel his way to the berth. He bumped into it with his knee and then felt around for the top of it. He slowly managed to sit down on it without hurting himself further. He felt around the slightly harder surface and got his legs onto it. He managed to lie down and relax a bit. He covered his shattered optics as the pain returned. He tried to see the lights he knew were hanging above his head on the ceiling. It hurt more so he stopped and "closed" his optics. He put his hand over them to keep things dark. He felt scared, not being able to see. He relied on his optics for his music and his slowly developing saboteur skills. He hated being forced to live in the dark. He growled out a whimper.

Now Jetstorm had taken something away from him too. That pitspawn had forced Jazz into a living nightmare. He couldn't help but start to cry as more whimpers escaped him. The hands over his optic sockets started to shake. He was slowly sending himself into stasis from fear and shock. Something calmed him all the sudden. He felt into his friendship bond with all the other Autobots and there was Prowl.

"I'm so sorry, Jazz… You know Ratchet will give you your sight back. Everything's going to be alright…" the tactician spoke over the comm. link.

"…Prowler…"

"I'm here." A warm feeling radiated from the friendship and covered Jazz from the inside out. Jazz slowly calmed and answered back with love. "You'll be alright. Even if you can't see me, you can still touch me. You'll be able to see me with your spark, Jazz… Once we bond, I'LL be your eyes. Don't be afraid, I still love you…"

"I…I love you too…Stay with me…"

"I won't close the link until Ratchet get's back. I'll be right here, next door in ICU." Prowl sent as much love, comfort, and security as he could through the friendship bond. He could only imagine what Jazz was going through right now. Oh Jazz…I'm so so sorry… Now you know what I feel like, having lost my wings. "Just focus on me."

"I…I'm tryin' Prowler… I…I'm scared… I…feel vulnerable…"

"It's alright, Jazz. There's no reason to be afraid. I'm here…"

"…S-Stay with me…"

"I am…" Ratchet walked in to see Jazz laying quiet in a recharge-like state.

"Jazz…? You alright…?"

"The…the Doc Bot's back…"

"Good. You should talk with him."

"Prowler! Don't go…"

"Alright. I'll keep my side open…"Jazz took a deep breath and "looked" towards Ratchet.

"Sorry, Ratch. Prowl's helping me…"

"Well, I've got Wheeljack here. I think we've found a solution that works best for you. I need to put you out now."

"Will…will I be able to see when I wake up?"

"I'm positive you will," Wheeljack smiled. "Just take it easy, you'll be just fine." He carefully took Jazz's hand and squeezed it in a comforting, reassuring grip. Jazz felt a poke and a sting at the base of his neck plating and cables. He tensed.

"You'll be alright, Jazz," Ratchet spoke gently.

'Prowler…stay with me…'

"I'm right here, Jazz. Just get some recharge and everything will be alright."

"P-Prowler…I…I love…you…" he answered groggily as the solution took effect on his systems.

"I know, Jazz. You'll be okay. Rest now. I'm right here."

"…Pr-Prowl…ler…"

"It's alright Jazz."

"Let's get to work," Ratchet said as Jazz dropped into stasis. "This has to be done quickly yet delicately." Wheeljack only nodded as the CMO started.

Prowl woke up in the early joors of the orn and looked around. He noticed Bumblebee was gone. He concluded that the battle had frightened and worried the sparkling so he was with Optimus now. He smiled to see Jazz sleeping peacefully. All his wounds had been tended to and were healing. He stared at the dark optic band now adorning the entire optic area of his love's face. Must have been the only thing they could do… He studied it and reached out to maybe touch it. He couldn't even get near Jazz because he was in the next berth. He was still confined to lie on his stomach plating and hooked up to a diagnostic with an energon IV. He noticed Jazz was hooked up to the same two lines. He smiled as he looked at the optic band again. It was actually pretty hot on his mate. He stilled and pretended to be asleep as Ratchet and Wheeljack came in.

Wheeljack connected a few diagnostic scanners to Jazz's optic band and the front of his helm. Ratchet did full body scans and checked Jazz's readings. Both shared results. They nodded at each other with satisfied smiles. Prowl watched them, keeping his optics dim.

"Let's let him rest and do more conclusive vision tests tomorrow," said Wheeljack,

"Right. He seems to be adjusting alright though. Yes, I think he'll see just fine." Prowl smiled happily at his sleeping mate. He stared at the CMO and CE, waiting for them to leave. "What do you think, Prowl?" Ratchet asked as he stood behind Wheeljack in the door frame.

"H-How…?"

The CMO smirked. "I knew you were awake the astrosecond I walked in. That worried about him?"

"You could say that… I haven't been able to get up and go see him."

"That's understandable. He'll be alright now."

"I know. I can see that now."

"He'll need your help to adjust. This isn't your standard optic replacement."

"I'll be here."

"I was considering releasing you tomorrow morning. Your wings can heal on their own now. The worst of your injury has completely healed."

"I won't leave Jazz."

"I knew you'd say something like that. You can stay here as long as you want, until I release Jazz."

"Thank you, Ratchet."

"You're welcome, now go back to recharge."

"Jazz has a somewhat early and busy orn tomorrow," added Wheeljack with a smile. Prowl only nodded. The two turned to leave.

"Wheeljack?"

"Yeah, Prowl?"

"Thank you, for saving Jazz's sight. He was quite frightened."

"I know he was, that's why I wanted to test this out."

"Goodnight, Prowl," Ratchet said a bit sternly.

"Goodnight," he replied as they left. He smiled over at Jazz. "Goodnight, Jazz. I'll be right here with you, love." He closed his optics and went right back into recharge.

The next morning, Jazz slowly woke from recharge. His optic band slowly flickered on to a dim blue. It slowly brightened as he woke up and his world came into focus. He could see as if he'd never lost his optics. He smiled a bit, but was still leery. His face felt different. He felt around his facial plating. He gasped as he felt the new optic band taking up the top half of his face. He felt it go dark where his hands covered it. He took a deep breath and "closed his optics". The band grew dark again. He felt the optic band while his "optics were closed". He shivered a bit, not liking the new sensation. It didn't feel like a normal, hand over the optics feeling. Jazz took a calming, deep intake and tried to go back into recharge. He wanted it to be a dream. He wanted to hope that they had given him new optics.

He thought about Prowl and happier times before the battle. He yawned and forced himself to relax. It was just a dream. The optic band was a hallucination from his stress and half out of recharge state. Ratchet and Wheeljack came into the shared ICU room at that moment. "I see you are awake." Ratchet said with a smile.

"...Yeah..."

"Is the visor working right?" Wheeljack asked.

Jazz cringed at the words. So he wasn't hallucinating. His spark sank and his pulse quickened. "...R-Ratchet...? Tell me...tell me I'm just...hearing things... I've got two new optics in right? That's all it took right?"

Ratchet paused a moment, unsure how to answer. He couldn't outright tell Jazz no, he was clearly panicking. He wasn't too happy about the change. "It can't be that bad." Wheeljack said "It's hard to replace optics these orns..."

Jazz took a shaky intake and gulped. Ratchet came over to him and put a hand on his arm. "Take it easy, Jazz. Now, your optics and your visual systems were badly damaged. It was hard to repair. I couldn't just put in new optics. My supplies are too low and what I managed to repair wouldn't work that way."

"...Y-You...you're sure...?" Jazz gasped.

"An optic band is so much better," protested Wheeljack. "You don't need to adjust it for focus or move it around to see around you. It doesn't require blinking or optic covers. It's so much more advanced. You can even use it to do detail scans of your surroundings and other objects. It's better than optics," he smiled, happily ranting. Jazz just panicked more. He didn't like it, not one bit. He wanted normal optics.

Ratchet growled at him. "Jack! You're not helping!"

"But Ratchet..."

"Can't you see, he's frightened? You don't go telling an amputated patient how great his newly upgraded limb is do you? You take things slow! He's Jazz, not a test subject." Wheeljack stared at the floor sadly as Ratchet turned his attention back to Jazz. "Jazz...can you open your optics and look at me?" The former musician shook his head and kept the optic band off.

"...No...I...I don't want it... Give me my optics back..." he rasped, pulse still elevating and intakes quick. He put his hands over the optic band and tried to pull it off. He tried to get into the tight, still healing seams to take it off.

"Jazz, please..." Prowl said from near by.

He stopped and turned his head towards the berth. His visor brightened as he looked over at Prowl. "...Prowler..."

"It's going to be okay Jazz, just listen to Ratchet..."

"...No, Prowler...you...you don't understand...this thing... I just want regular optics... I...I don't want to be some experiment..."

"Jazz, I do understand. I can't have regular wings anymore..."

Jazz stopped trying to tear off the optic band. He stared at Prowl and at his small wings. "I promise you, everything's going to be fine. I wouldn't have let Wheeljack do it if I didn't think it was safe." Jazz stopped trying to tear off the optic band. He stared at Prowl and at his small wings. "I promise you, everything's going to be fine. I wouldn't have let Wheeljack do it if I didn't think it was safe."

Jazz turned towards the medic. He stared at him, "blinking" every few clicks. "I know it doesn't feel right, but you'll get used to it. It's better than living the rest of your lifestream blind."

Jazz nodded. "...Alright..." he said as he took in a deep, shaky breath.

Ratchet smiled. "Just relax and this whole thing will be over soon, then you can go back to recharge if you want."

Wheeljack slowly came over to Jazz. "Would it be okay if ran a few tests? To make sure it works okay?"

Jazz took a few deep intakes. "...Yeah...alright..."

Wheeljack hooked up a diagnostic scanner to Jazz's visor. "Okay...uh... Can you look around the room?"

Jazz did so as Wheeljack studied the readings. "Close your optics?" he asked, trying to keep things normal. Jazz offlined the visor, simulating the effect.

"Okay, look at me again."

"I don't see the point of this..." Jazz sighed as he looked at Wheeljack. His optic band dimed in boredom.

"Alright, now the fun part." Wheeljack held up his hand. "Study my hand and try to use the band's other abilities."

"Other abilities?" Jazz asked.

"Yeah, the detailed infrared scans and distance scanning abilities."

Jazz "blinked" and stared at Wheeljack. He looked at his hand curiously. All the sudden, his vision changed. Instead of seeing things normally, he saw detailed scans of the two mech's internal workings. Everything was in varying colors of reds and blues. He saw maps of Wheeljack's hand and body. He gasped and "blinked" several times to stop it. He put his hands over his optic band and shook a bit.

"You went too fast, Jack," sighed Ratchet. He put his hands over Jazz's. "It's alright, Jazz." Prowl repositioned himself slightly to see better. Jazz took deep intakes and let Ratchet lower his hands. "Can you see me normally?" Jazz nodded. Ratchet turned to Wheeljack. "We're done. You've tested everything you need to," he said sternly. It was not a request.

Wheeljack nodded and came over, taking off the diagnostic device. "The advanced capabilites are 'at will', Jazz. They won't activate unless you want them to. It's like Prowl's battle computer. If he wants to run normally and not use it, it won't activate. Your band is just like normal optics."

Ratchet gave Wheeljack an "I'm sorry but it's best if you leave now" look. He nodded at the CMO and left the room. "Are you alright, Jazz?" Ratchet asked as Jazz was unresponsive.

"...Y-Yeah..." He dimmed the visor as he took a deep intake.

"You can go ahead and go back to recharge if you want. You'll be alright, Jazz."

"...P-Prowl's going to stay...?"

"Yeah. I haven't released him yet." Ratchet let go of Jazz and walked over to the berth. He did some scans on Prowl and then unhooked the lines. He pushed the diagnostic machine and almost empty energon IV out of the way. "You can sit more normally now, Prowl."

"Thank you..."

Ratchet smiled. "I'll leave you two alone. Jazz, if you need me, I'll be around."

He left the room and closed the door. "...Prowler..." Jazz said as he stared at him, reaching out his arms. Prowl smiled, now free of the lines, he slowly got off his berth and headed over to Jazz's. He sat down on the berth and pulled Jazz into his arms. Jazz nuzzled into him, offlining the visor. He just wanted to feel Prowl close to him. "...I...I'm still scared, Prowler..."

"Yes, I know... We'll both go through this together..." Jazz nodded again. He took a few deep intakes and fell asleep in Prowl's arms. Prowl smiled and held Jazz more close to him.

"...Prowler...?" he asked groggily.

"Yes Jazz?"

"...I forgot to ask... What...What do you think? Does it look alright...?"

"It makes you even more beautiful." Prowl said with a smile.

Jazz smiled. "Then...maybe...-yawn-...I'll...I'll get used to this...after all..." He fell into a deep recharge, cuddled close to his love. The visor offlined, letting Prowl know he was actually asleep.

(End Flashback)