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Warning!! Contains some slash now and will have much more slash later! Don't like slash or yaoi, please don't read. You've been warned! Thanks!

This is mostly Jazz/Prowl, with some hints of Sunny/Blue (that'll be in later chapters)

Oh and "stellar cycle" is about 6 months and a "cycle" is about a day.

Beta edited by the wonderful Taralynden

Chapter 2 -

Still Jazz/Prowl

Prowl sat, back straight, shoulders squared, doorwings fanned out to accommodate the backing on the chair as he dutifully watched the many monitors before him. Focusing on one monitor in particular as he watched a certain mech sneaking around the halls, acting suspiciously. Prowl had been at this base for less than a stellar cycle and was becoming more familiar with the...dare he say, quirky crew. He became aware shortly after his arrival that Optimus Prime most certainly had edited the reports sent to him when Prime was trying to convince and recruit Prowl to join his crew as Second in Command. There were many things not mentioned in those reports.

Aside from a persistent Jazz, there was Mirage, who was known to go around the base invisible. At first, Prowl thought Mirage was using his cloaking device to spy around the base and cause trouble. Upon more observation Prowl found this not to be the case. Mirage didn't cause trouble at all, he pretty much kept to himself aside from a few close friends. And as Prowl observed him over time, it seemed Mirage would cloak himself at random to do the most mundane of things...going for a walk, delivering a report, getting wax for his armor, or a cube of energon from the rec area...it baffled Prowl.

And then there were Tracks and Sunstreaker, Prowl had never met mechs so infuriatingly vain. Prowl had believed Jazz to be overly confident but Tracks and Sunstreaker blew Jazz out of the water. Sunstreaker took to strutting around the base like he knew every mech in existence wanted him and Tracks wasn't much better. Tracks was beyond sure that everyone was jealous of just how gorgeous he was, including Sunstreaker, which lead to fights. As if that wasn't enough foolishiness, those two would try get out of patrol duty by claiming the weather wasn't 'conducive' to their paint jobs. Prowl let them know under no uncertain terms that they would show up for duty, they would go out on patrol or they would spend time in the brig. And just how 'conducive' would that be to their paint jobs? Needless to say, Prowl had to deal with a huffy Sunstreakerand a sulking Tracks until the two realised he wasn't going to give in.

And then there was Sideswipe, Sunstreaker's twin brother. The red front line warrior had been described by Optimus Prime as 'playful'. Prowl did not agree with that description. In fact, at the moment, Sideswipe was topping Prowl's slag list. The red twin seemed to enjoy targeting Prowl. He had on numerous occasions set up buckets full of anything from water, to various oils, to even energon rigged to come sloshing down on him and coat him in whatever substance that particular bucket held. Optimus Prime called him 'playful', Prowl was not amused. And that brought him back to where he was now, watching the monitors closely as Sideswipe slunk about the halls. Prowl leaned forward to look more closely at the monitor, doorwings drawing back some in concentration. He was up to something, now if only Prowl could catch him on the cameras, solid evidence, no speculation……

Prowl never heard the Security Room door open, nor the footsteps walking up behind him, didn't notice anything until a black hand snaked out and rested against the screen of the monitor next to the one Prowl had been so closely observing. Prowl started and would havesat straight up had the sensitive array of sensors in his back and doorwings not brought to his attention that whoever was hunched over him was close. Close enough if Prowl moved back at all he'd be pressed up against him. Out of the corner of his left optic, Prowl saw a black helm level with his own. He case a sideways glance to see none other than Jazz. A small smile played on Jazz's mouth as he looked straight ahead, almost innocently watching the monitor Prowl had been observing.

"Tryin' ta catch'im in the act?"

Prowl snapped his attention back to the monitor, frowning deeply. He was sure he had locked the Security Room door, he wouldn't make such a foolish mistake as to not lock it.

"Don' worry, ya locked the door, Prowlie." Jazz informed him without the slightest turn of his head or removing his visored gaze from the monitors.

Prowl's optics widened a touch at that. Primus, could the mech now read minds too?

"I just happened ta dig around some an' found the entry code. An' no, ya don' have ta worry 'bout any kinda security risk cause the astrosecond Red's back in his chair, he'll 'a changed the access code three times before ya hit the end of the hall".

Prowl would have responded to that with a list of the rules the saboteur had broken but the sensors in his right doorwing alerted him to just how close Jazz's other hand was to touching him, to grabbing a hold of the sensitive panel. Prowl was not about to let the saboteur get a grip on his doorwing.

"Jazz, you lay one finger on my doorwing and not even Ratchet will be able to piece you back together." Prowl practically growled, and felt a twinge of satisfaction as that wiped the smile from Jazz's face plates.

Jazz hesitated then drew his hand away from the tempting doorwing, thinking better of it. He tilted his head slightly toward Prowl, small smile now in place, "Wouldn't dream of it, Prowlie."

Prowl turned his head toward Jazz, glaring, "What do you want, Jazz?"

Jazz had to struggle to reign in the grin that threaten to split across his face plates. That was such a loaded question.

"I just came here ta see if I can get ya anything, like some energon maybe. After all this is what, your third shift in a row now?" Prowl looked forward toward the monitors once more.

"I'm helping Red Alert. He needed some……personal time."

Jazz merely nodded, "Hmmmm, and what about after this shift, Prowler? Lemme guess, ya have some reports that will require your attention, huh?"

Prowl remained silent.

Jazz shook his head a little, "Ya worry me, Prowlie, ya gonna work yourself right off line."

Prowl stared straight ahead at the monitors, "I'll be fine, Jazz."

"Ya sure, Prowlie?"

"Yes, Jazz."

"Ya don' want me to get anything for ya?"

"No."

"Ya sure?"

"Leave."

"Alright."

Jazz pushed himself away from the monitors and Prowl, backing up a few steps. Prowl sat up straight, doorwings flexing a bit in stiffness.

"Ya sure I can't get ya anything?"

"Get out, Jazz."

Jazz grinned, "Sure thing, Prowlie!"

The saboteur walked over to the door, activating it to slide open. Half way out he paused, turning his head to look at Prowl who had once again returned to watching the monitors, and grinned, "I'll see ya later, lover" and disappeared through the door.

Prowl turned sharply around but only saw the closed Security door. He shook his head, that was inappropriate...fragging saboteur.

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Despite having been shot down by Prowl again, Jazz couldn't help the smile that graced his face as he walked away from the Security Room. Up till just now, Jazz had never heard more than soft spoken calm words flow from Prowl: even when reprimanding the twins, Prowl's voice remained controlled, calm, and level. The fact that Prowl had 'growled' at him with a threat, it had given Jazz a slight thrill, had almost made him shiver against Prowl as he said it.

He had pushed Prowl far enough to break that cold and rigid exterior, pushed Prowl far enough he showed emotion. Of course Jazz wasn't stupid, he wasn't about to push Prowl too far. Jazz wanted a reaction from Prowl, not a one way trip to the Med Bay. And it was as he had just passed by said Med Bay that he heard some distressing cries,

"Ow! That's....Ow, Ratchet!…that's…that hurts...Ow!"

Jazz stopped, he knew that voice. He backed up and peered through the Med Bay doors. On one of the med berths sat Bluestreak, Ratchet standing on the other side seemingly trying to grab at the gunner's doorwings, all the while Blue was twisting this way and that trying to evade the medics grasp. From an outsider's point of view, Jazz was finding this scene quite comical.

"Primus frag it, Bluestreak! If you don't hold still right now…"

"I'm sorry, Ratchet! It's just they really hurt!"

"Of course they do! It sounds like you dislocated both of them at the hinges, now hold still...."

"OW!"

"Slag it, Bluestreak! I haven't even touched you yet!"

Jazz grinned to himself and stepped into the Med Bay to help both of them out, poor Blue needed a distraction and Ratchet didn't need to be wound up anymore then he already was.

"Hey Ratchet! Hey, Blue! What's all this now?"

Jazz grinned to both of them as he approached the med berth Bluestreak sat on.

Ratchet motioned to Bluestreak, "Bluestreak here just got a reminder as to why he's a sharpshooter and not a front line warrior."

Jazz looked to Bluestreak who had started to fidget and gained a rather sheepish expression, "Sunstreaker offered to teach me some self defense moves. I don't think he realized how sensitive doorwings are....an-and we both got caught up in the mock fight -"

Ratchet cut him off, "And now you're here. You took one heck of a crash. I hope you realize it'll be several cycles till the joints stop aching."

Bluestreak nodded, fidgeting more, "He-Sunstreaker didn't mean any harm."

Ratchet snorted and Jazz got the feeling that if Sunstreaker were to ask Blue to a mock fight tomorrow, Blue would probably agree to it, even if it was against his better judgement. Jazz made a mental note to keep an optic out for those two. Sounded like there might be something there and Jazz didn't want to miss out on anything, he hated being the last to know something.

It was then Ratchet reached out and latched onto a doorwing and from where Jazz was standing in front of Bluestreak, he could see the poor gunner tense as his optics widened.

"Bluestreak...don't you move. I need to see where its dislocated." Ratchet gently tilted the doorwing so he could look into the joint.

Jazz looked at Bluestreak, "You know, Blue, I had no idea doorwings were so sensitive."

Bluestreak nodded then whimpered as Ratchet poked a hinge, "They're……they're r-really sensitive. E-especially the...ah!...hinges and...eh!...joints."

Ratchet straightened with a sigh, "Well, Blue, not only are they dislocated but one of your hinges is cracked. I'm going to have to take you offline to fix it. I swear to Primus, Bluestreak, you mock fight with a front liner again and I'll rip your slagging doorwings off myself, you got me!"

Bluestreak cringed then looked up with wide optics at the medic looming over him and nodded fiercely.

Jazz chuckled to himself, Ratchet loved to talk mean and fierce but would never lay a hand of harm on any bot, least of all the cute little gunner who had so quickly endeared himself to the whole crew.

Ratchet must have caught his quiet chuckle as he fixed Jazz with a glare, "You." Ratchet then pointed toward the Med Bay doors. "Out."

Jazz grinned at the medic, held up his hands in defeat, and started toward the doors, "I hope ya feel better soon, Blue!"

"Thanks, Jazz."

As Jazz left the Med Bay and headed to his quarters, he began to dwell on what little Blue had said about doorwings and how sensitive they were. They seemed extremely sensitive, no wonder Prowl had practically growled at him when he had tried to grab a hold of one. But Jazz itched to get his hands on them, he wanted to seduce Prowl that way, he wanted to run his hands over, down, and up along the edges of those delicious wings, place feathery kisses on them, run his glossa along the edge and nibble and nip at them, however he didn't want to do anything that might cause the tactician harm.

Jazz reached his quarters, went quickly inside, and sat down at his personal computer, searching. There had to be information out there on doorwing anatomy, on where to touch and where not to touch. Jazz took from subspace some energon for himself as many documents concerning doorwings began to pop up on his monitor. It was going to be a long, but useful and informative night. As Jazz began reading one of the documents, a grin broke out on his face, oh yes, this information would bring him yet one step closer to making Prowl his.

****Authors Notes*****

Jazz never gives up! Reading and reviewing is always loved! :)