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 to it Prowl gets better.

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

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

Chapter 6

The next morning the sun was shining on the fresh wet grass from the night storm. Jazz was leading Prowl to the Rec Room to get some energon. He kept one arm around him to steady his still weak walking. The twins were running down the hall. When they saw Prowl they looked like they were going to laugh, remembering what they saw yesterday. They sniggered to each other. Jazz gave them a death glare, visor dangerously bright. They backed off in mock fear, going to amuse themselves some other way. "Yer doin' great, Prowler. Slow and steady." It took a bit until they finally got to the Rec Room. "You made it," smiled Jazz. Prowl smiled too.

"I'll be glad when I'm back to one-hundred percent efficiency."

"So will I, as long as you don't spend it behind that desk," smirked Jazz.

"Jazz... Do we HAVE to-..." he made a small yelp of surprise as his body gave out. Jazz, getting a bit worried, rushed to catch his mate.

"Easy there, babe. Maybe we shouldn't of gone the whole way."

"...I wanted to..." Prowl said a bit weakly.

"Let's get you somewhere to sit." Prowl let Jazz lead him over to one of the soft couches. "Rest a bit while I get us some energon, kay?"

"...Okay..." Jazz smiled and walked over to the other side of the room where the dispenser was.

While Jazz worked on that some other Autobots came in. Bumblebee smiled to see Prowl out of the room. He waved to the SIC. There was a tired wave back with a small smile. Many others were glad to see their second in command up and about.

"Good ta see ya feelin' better," came a familiar southern drawl. Prowl looked towards the voice to see old Ironhide coming up.

"Yes, much..." Jazz came back over with an energon cube for himself and Prowl.

"Mornin' Hide." Jazz greeted with a smile.

"Mornin, Jazz. Good to see ya got Prowl out of the room."

"It didn't take much. He walked here by himself. It was good exercise for him. He won't get better stayin put."

"I agree."

"I'm right here you know..." Prowl sighed in irritation. Jazz jumped a little when Prowl took it from him. "What?" he answered back, pausing in his drinking of it.

"Just didn't expect it, s'all," said Jazz. Prowl just shrugged and went back to his energon. Jazz sat down next to him.

"I'll let the two of ya, be," Ironhide said as he left. Prowl slowly took a sip, the cube shaking a bit.

"Prowler? You need some help?"

"I'm fine. I've got it." The cube shakily clattered in his lap as he set it down.

"Okay if yer sure..." Prowl weakly turned his head, watching everyone else in their morning routine. He took another drink as he did so. The cube cracked as he tightened his grip to keep it from shaking. "Prowler..."

"I said I'm fine," he almost yelled. Jazz looked a bit shocked. He just shrugged and took a drink of his own. Prowl could be stubborn sometimes. Many Autobots wave to the two as they went about their business in the rec room. Jazz watched, waving and talking. He looked over at Prowl when he heard a loud crack. "Slag it all!" The energon cube had broken and now Prowl's chest was covered with energon.

"...Prowler... See where being stubborn gets you? It's all over you." Jazz grabbed for a rag to help clean off his mate. He carefully picked out the glass shards as well.

Prowl got this upset look on his face. "Don't treat me like a sparkling, Jazz! I can do it myself!"

"...Hey...I'm not... I'm only trying to help," he defended. Some of the 'Bots were staring. Jazz ignored them and continued to clean up the mess. Prowl looked a bit upset again. The twins snickered as they walked by.

"Jazz, I want to do it..." Jazz just shrugged and handed him the rag. Prowl nodded weakly and tried to clean it up himself. It was hard with his motory circuits only working at sixty percent. He had a hard time seeing and picking out the glass shards too. Jazz knew Prowl needed some help but he didn't want to upset him.

"...Prowler...maybe I should give ya a hand..."

"No, I want to show those twins I'm not a sparkling."

"...But Prowl...you need help," Jazz said moving to take the rag from him. The twins continued to stare.

"Aww look Sides, it's my favorite Soap Opera..."

"Yeah... The Bold and the Helpless..." the red twin snickered in reply. Prowl glared. Jazz looked hurt, but still tried to help.

"Please...who cares what they think?"

"I do. If I show them weakness they will just keep thinking that I'm some sparkling."

"Prowl, you're not a sparkling. Just ignore them and let me help. The Pit with them," he said as took another rag and started to help. Sunstreaker and Sideswipe started to laugh again. Jazz ignored them, sending a glare their way.

"But Jazz..."

"Ignore them," he growled. Prowl looked towards his lap. Jazz took his head in his hands and held it up. He made Prowl look him in the optic. "I love you..."

"I love you as well..."

Jazz smiled. "I know." He set aside both rags and picked out most of the glass shards. "C'mon. Let's get ya to the 'Racks." Sideswipe and Sunstreaker made fake "Awww" noises and burst out laughing. Prowl growled as he weakly glared at the twins. Jazz helped him stand up. Optimus came in and saw the twins laughing as Jazz led Prowl away.

"What's so funny you two?" Optimus asked in a serious matter.

"...J-Jazz and...Prowl... H-He's-... Just look..." Sunstreaker burst out laughing. Sideswipe was silent.

Optimus frown at them behind his mask. "You two know they are your commanding officers right?"

"...Y-yeah...w-we're awfully sorry..." Sideswipe said, head bowed.

"...But...i-it's so...fun-ny..." Sunstreaker said, trying not to laugh.

"Don't laugh at Prowl's expense. What happened to him is upsetting him as it is. I don't want you two to add to it."

"Yes sir..." Sideswipe said.

"...Sorry Prime..." Sunstreaker said as he calmed down.


On the way to the wash racks, Prowl weakly clenched his fists. "I HATE this!"

"Prowler..."

"I can't STAND being so helpless!" he exclaimed, weakly pushing Jazz's guiding arm off. Jazz looked hurt as Prowl sighed heavily and kept weakly clenching his fists. He slowly came up to him again. "...Prowler...baby...?" He sighed heavily and weakly collapsed to his knees. Jazz rushed over and put a hand on his shoulder. "...What's wrong, baby?"

"...Do you think I'm weak...?" he mumbled to himself.

"Huh?"

"...Do...Do you think...I'm weak...?" he asked more loudly.

"No, yer not weak Prowler. You were never weak." He pulled him into a tight hug. "Nobody thinks ya are. Slag the twins. Their opinion doesn't matter. Don't you let them get to ya." Prowl sighed heavily, unable to come up with a response. He was comforted by his bond mate's hold on him. Jazz only smiled and helped him up. "C'mon. This'll make you feel better."

"Okay..." Jazz smiled and led him over to the giant showers the Autobot's used to get clean. He turned on the water and tested the temperature. He knew Prowl was sensitive about that. Once it was warm enough he guided Prowl under the flow. Prowl slowly leaned into Jazz a bit as the water cascade over his frame. Jazz smiled and turned the handle, switching the water to cleaning solution. He reached onto the shelf and grabbed a scrub brush. He carefully pushed Prowl off of him, looking in every seam for more shards of the energon cube. "I'm sorry..." Prowl said softly.

"For what?" Jazz said as he felt around Prowl's bumper and chest.

"For acting like I did in the Rec Room..."

Jazz chuckled a bit. "It's alright. You just let the twins get to ya WAAY to much." He picked out five small, stubborn shards. "MY opinion should be the only one that matters..." he said softly.

"I know...I'm sorry Jazz..."

"And I said, it's alright," he smiled. "Don't worry 'bout it." He carefully checked Prowl's pelvic area and the seams of his thighs. He shivered and moaned as Jazz "caressed" certain areas.

"J-Jazz..."

He only smirked. "I hate to be a tease..." he said as he moved away. He walked around to Prowl's back and checked for shards there as well. His visor brightened in worry. "...Prowler... You...you feel any discomfort in your doors?"

"Not really...why?"

"...There's a few big shards in 'em... I would think those bein' one of your more sensitive areas, that would be one o' the first things to come back."

"..."

He rubbed somewhat roughly on one of the wings. "That bother ya?" Prowl shook his head. Jazz grew more concerned, but decided he could at least get the shards out. It would be especially easy since Prowl couldn't feel them. He carefully moved the left wing out a bit before pulling the shard out. There was a small spark of electricity. "...Maybe the shard did somethin'..." he said worriedly. He moved to the other wing and pulled two more shards out. "Well...that's all of it...but I think it scratched some o' yer circuitry."

"...Thanks..."

"No problem, baby. Let's get ya cleaned up so I can take ya to the Doc Bot." Prowl nods a bit. Jazz just smiled and started scrubbing. He was careful around Prowl's door wings, not wanting to damage anything further. "...Prowler...?"

"...Hum?"

Jazz laughed at his mate almost falling asleep. "You know I'll always be here for ya...even if ya don't want my help..."

"I know..." Jazz smiled and moved to the front. Jazz smirked as he watched Prowl's still healing body twitch. He started humming a human song on the radio. Prowl looked like he was falling asleep again. Jazz couldn't help but chuckle. "You really like this, huh baby?" Prowl nodded sleepily. Jazz laughed as he set the brush back. He switched the flow back to warm water and pulled Prowl against him, letting the bigger mech rest against him. Jazz started to hum the song again, fading into singing.

"...I can't stop the rain, from fallin' down on you again. I can't stop the rain...but I will hold you 'til it goes away..." He looked at Prowl, who was fast asleep. "...Prowler..." he whispered. He smiled when he got no reply. He turned everything off and carried Prowl over to the drying racks. He grabbed one of the towels they kept around and dried him off. He smirked a bit. Being the stronger one in the relationship was fun. He knew why Prowl liked it so much.


He carried the sleeping tactician back to his room. He gently laid him down on his berth and covered him with a blanket. He kissed him. "Sweet dream cycle, baby..." He went over to Prowl's desk and started catching up on more reports.