11. Treat
Jazz looked at the door in front of him with trepidation. What had seemed like a good idea before now filled is spark with dread, it had to compete however with the guilt that was currently residing there. When the hangover had worn off he had gone in search of someone who could tell him just what he had done to his fellow ninja. He didn't have to go far before he was cornered by a highly irate Ratchet, who practically tore him a new one about the consequences of his prank. Apparently the faux fur and the other accessories had come off with a normal strength solvent. The glue he had used to attach Prowl's "costume" had been another thing altogether; it had bonded with Prowl's armor to such an extent that the medic had had to use an industrial strength solvent to remove it. Said solvent had not only removed the glue, but Prowl's paint and a layer of his armor. The dark ninja was extremely sore from the procedure and was now resting in his room. Jazz looked down at the box in his hands, then back up at Prowl's door. The box contained what he hoped would be accepted as a peace offering, but given Prowl's current state Jazz could only pray he hadn't completely ruined his chances with the other mech. Gathering his courage Jazz lightly knocked on the door.
Prowl hissed as he shifted, trying to find a less painful position. He'd been excused from patrol but that did nothing to improve his mood. When Ratchet informed him of the only way to get the glue off of him he hadn't quite realized how painful the procedure would be, and at the moment he would like nothing better than to murder the mech responsible. Prowl was in the middle of plotting the culprits painful demise when someone knocked on his door. Prowl briefly considered just ignoring it but decided against it, a conversation was as good a distraction from the pain as anything. 'Come in." he called looking over at the door. Prowl's expression soured as Jazz stepped gingerly into the room, "You," he growled. He was rewarded by Jazz's not quite suppressed flinch, and the other mech's inability to meet his optics. Prowl sat up slowly, clenching his teeth against the pain. "What do you want?" he ground out when the pain receded to a tolerable level. Jazz flinched again before holding out the box he held, "I…I wanted to apologize," he whispered optics firmly fix on the floor, "I did some research and I think these might help."
Prowl fixed Jazz with a glare but took the box nevertheless, opening it he found four highly polished stones. Confused he looked to Jazz for an explanation; the other's response surprised him, "They're healing stones." Prowl looked back down at the stones and Jazz saw his chance pointing at each stone in turn he named them, "Amethyst, amber, moonstone, and quartz. Humans say they help with pain. I didn't know what to get you for Halloween anyway since you don't like sweets. I'm no medic but I want to try to get better as quick as possible." Prowl returned his gaze to his fellow ninja, studying his expression and body language. Finding only fear, sorrow, and guilt Prowl sighed and his expression softened, "The holiday you where thinking of was Christmas, thank you." Jazz's optics darted up to meet his and he hesitantly asked, "You're not mad?" Prowl patted the berth next to him in invitation before speaking, "I am angry about your actions, but I think I can find it in my spark to forgive you. Oh, contrary to popular belief I do enjoy sweets every now and then." Jazz grinned and took the offered seat, "Is that so? Well I happen to know that Sentinel has quite the stash, tell me what you want and I'll go raid his room." Prowl returned the smile with raised eyebrows before giving Jazz a list.