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

Summery: (G1 fic) When Prowl got struck by lighting not once but twice, Jazz will do anything to see too it Prowl get better.

AN: This will probably be my first and only ProwlXJazz paring.

"blah" – Normal human speck
blah – thinking
'blah' – Comm. Specking

Twice the Pain. Four Times the Love
by Yami-Yugi

Chapter 3

It took another full night's work, but Prowl was completely fixed from the unfortunate incident. He was 100 percent functional, but it was up to his internal repair systems to finish the job. Prowl was irritated by this. Ratchet, Wheeljack, and Perceptor had done their best, but he still couldn't talk or move. They said it would be a slow recovery of two weeks before his systems were functional again. Jazz decided to stay with Prowl and was currently working on some things at Prowl's work desk as he rested. Jazz sat there working until a feeling of great fear came to his spark. He stopped working and looked over to the recharged bed. He smiled sadly as he stood up, walked over, and sat on the edge of the bed. "Its okay babe," he said gently as he caresses the now awake Prowl's hand "I'm not going to leave ya."

Prowl's spark pulsed happily at the presence of his mate. His hand twitched at the feeling of his other's fingers on it. Jazz smiled a bit at him. Prowl smiled back with his optics and his spark. Jazz set his hand back down and got up to go back to work.

This got Prowl very worried. "Don't worry." Jazz said feeling the feeling though his spark "I won't be far. I'm just going to be at yer desk." Prowl still didn't want him to go. He wanted him in his line of sight, and since he couldn't move to see him from the desk... Jazz smiled sadly then came up with an idea. He gently lifted Prowl into his arms, and then carried him over to his desk. He sat down, gently moving Prowl into a sitting position on his lap, and using one arm to hold onto him while the other he used to work. Prowl blushed a little at being in the weaker position. He almost felt like a helpless sparkling. "Hey it's better then being on the bed and I'm over here." Jazz said with a smile. Prowl blushed deeper, knowing that even his logic processors couldn't deny that. Jazz couldn't help but laugh. "I like this reverse in authority," he smirked. Prowl optics gave this look like 'Enjoy it while it last'. "Okay okay..." Prowl "smiled" and watched Jazz work, slowly falling back asleep. Jazz smiled a bit at this.


Elsewhere in the Ark, Perceptor was fast asleep in recharge. Wheeljack was in Ratchet's office, slowly relaxing the medic to sleep so he could get an early start on a full night's recharge. He was working his way down his frame, rubbing out kinks and tightened circuitry with gentle movements of his hands. "...Jack..."

"...What...?" he whispered back.

"It's nothing..."

Wheeljack just smiled. "You're just too tense... You work yourself too hard..."

"You of all mechs know I'm the chief medical officer here..." Ratchet added "Besides...I'M always the one that has to fix you up when your crazy inventions go wrong."

"Awww I didn't know you cared of me that much." Wheeljack smiled. Ratchet sighed irritably with a blush. "Jazz realized it." Wheeljack added.

"Of course he would... he has a spark mate too." Wheeljack smiled. He let him turn over in his bed before carefully and cautiously taking the CMO's hands into his. He gently and slowly rubbed and stretched the very sensitive fingers. Wheeljack smiled as he carefully set the now relaxed hands of the medic down. Ratchet couldn't help but smiled back at him.

"You should be plenty tired now," Wheeljack smiled. He could see the sleepy, relaxed optics of his mate.

"Yeah... Thanks Jack..."

"...Anytime..." he smiled, playing a bit with one of Ratchet's red crosses. "Get some sleep, you really need it." Ratchet just nodded tiredly with a smile before falling into recharge. Wheeljack smiled. He made sure Ratchet was okay before retiring to his own bed.


Jazz yawned tiredly and started to put the work away and turn things off. He smiled at a fast asleep Prowl. He carefully got up and carried him back over to the recharge bed. He gently laid him down on it and climbed up next to him. "I guess we both need a good recharge now, love." Jazz whispered with a smile. Prowl's spark fluttered a bit. Jazz just smiled and caressed his cheek. His spark pulsed excitedly at the soft touch. "Goodnight, Prowl baby." Prowl's spark answered back and both fell back into recharge for some much needed sleep.


The next morning, Jazz was shaken awake. He felt movement coming from Prowl. He was weakly trying to sit up. "Prowl...? Baby don't try to push it."

"...I...can't stay...down for...forever... Th-there's...things...to...be done..." he retorted as he managed to get his shoulder's up. He fell back down, not being able to hold it.

Jazz smiled to hear Prowl speak again but he was still worried. "But Prowl baby, ya still healing. Ratch said not to push it."

"...B-but Jazz...I...I have...work...to...to do..." he sighed, falling back yet again.

"Yer not going to do any work until ya get better, baby." Jazz said gently. Prowl sighed in defeat. He just couldn't seem to sit up. Besides, Jazz wasn't going to let him push himself. Jazz smiled. "Don't worry baby," Jazz said "I'll do both our work."

He got a mischievous smirk on his faceplate. "Well... If I...have...to stay...in bed... So do you..."

"...Uh oh...the Twins passed on their traits to you..." Jazz said in playful worry.

"...Their good ones...maybe..."

Jazz was not liking Prowl's smirk. "Yer freakin me out, babe."

"I'm...sorry..." he said, changing his smirk to a smile and weakly trying to pull Jazz back on top of him. Jazz just smiled and carefully got on top of Prowl, helping him get his arms around him.

"I love ya Prowler, ya know that?"

"...Of course...we wouldn't be like this if you didn't..." Jazz just smiled and their lip components met. Prowl's spark jumped widely, finally being able to feel the moves of its mate after 2 days of nothing. Jazz responded to Prowl's needs and started by caressing his chevrons and then moving down to his face and other parts of the mech's frame. Prowl's optics blinked off as he tried suppress a moan. "...Jazz..." He missed Jazz's touch in the last two days.

He just smiled, "Gotta make up for those two days..."

"...They were the worst...two days...of my lifestream..."

"...Mine too..." he smiled as he pushed a little harder, getting out all the stiffness in his body. Prowl tried to suppress another moan.

There was a knock on Prowl's door. "Prowl? Jazz?" asked Ironhide.

"...Uh...we're kinda busy, Hide my man. Come back later..."

"What's goin on in there?"

"...Uh...just...TALKING with Prowl... Later would be a better time, man."

"Talking huh? Are yer sure? Sounds like you two were making up for lost time."

"...Yeah, so uh...a little Privacy?"

"Yeah, I'm outta here."

"...Where...were we...before...the rustbucket...interrupted...?"

"...I think we were getting to...how much we miss each other..."

"...Oh yeah..." Prowl smiled. He slowly and weakly tried moving his hand down Jazz's back. Jazz gently help Prowl. Prowl turned off his optics and just let his spark and touch receptors tell him Jazz was there. After a bit, Prowl turned his optics back on and stared at the Martini Porsche before him. Jazz just smiled at him and kissed him one last time before moving into a more comfortable position. "I love ya, Prowl baby."

"...I know... I...love you too..."

"...Hey guys, wh-..." Bumblebee started, opening the door and poking his head in. "Never mind..." He hurriedly closed the door and walked away, blushing a bit.

"...You know, we should lock that door...Bee's too young for this..."

"...Oops... It's your door. I don't know your codes to it."

"..Well I can't lock it...at the moment..."

"...Do you trust ME to...? It's not like I'm going to barge in here and do anything..."

"...V-very funny... Ho-howev-er... You are...the only...option...if we don't...want our...privacy disturbed..."

"Yer always right." Jazz said with a smile. Prowl smiled and weakly whispered the codes to the door. Jazz's audios tingled at the playful, yet serious gesture. "I'll be right back." Jazz whispered back afterwards as he got up and headed over to said door. He punched in the codes so the door was locked and then walked back over to Prowl. He curled up around him and rested his head on Prowl's chest. Prowl weakly smiled at him. Pain from his still healing body made him wince a bit. His spark emitted the same feeling. "Prowl...maybe we shouldn't have done that yet...not until ya get better..."

"...I...I'm fine..." he winced.

"No ya hurting."

"...It's just...heal pains... I'm fine..."

"Yeah but its still hurting ya."

"...D-don't...argue...with...me..." he said, trying to take calm intakes to make it go away. Jazz sighed and cuddled closer, trying to help Prowl not to think of the pain.

It subsided after awhile and Prowl gave a weak sigh of relief. "Alright..." Jazz started. "Yer takin it easy from now on."

Prowl looked at him. "...Jazz..."

"I mean it. If you push too hard, you're hurting yourself."

"...Alright..." he sighed. He knew he wasn't going to win.

Jazz smiled. "I was worried about ya the last two days."

Prowl just smiled back. "I...should probably...go back...to sleep..."

"If you want to," smiled Jazz.

"...Just don't leave me..."

"I won't," Jazz smiled. Then, he realized he was hungry. "Okay...maybe for some breakfast. I'll bring it back here and get you some for later." Prowl smiled weakly. "I'll be right back, okay?"

"...Just don't take long..."

"I'll do my best," he smiled. Prowl waited sleepily for Jazz to return.


It wasn't long until Jazz's return. He smiled when found Prowl fast asleep. He set down the energon and went over to him. He gently caressed his cheek and whispered, "Prowl... Prowl, I'm back..."

"...Jazz..." Prowl mumble in his recharge.

He just smiled and lightly kissed his forehead piece where the chevrons met. "Sweet dream cycle, love..." He went over to Prowl's desk and had his energon before starting work.