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Re-edited by the wonderful Taralynden

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"Vorn" = about 1 year, "Stellarcycle" = about 6 months, "Decacycle" = about 1 week, "Cycle" = about 1 day, "Orn" = about an hour, "Breem" = about a minute "click" = bout a mile

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Chapter 7

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Jazz was still unable to get Prowl alone. A little over three decacycles had pasted since Prowl had made him return to his own office and little had changed.

He sighed heavily as he dragged himself to his quarters and sat on his berth. He leaned back against the wall. He wasn't going to give up. There were signs of hope. In a meeting earlier Jazz had actually caught Prowl sneaking a glance at him. That was all the encouragement he needed. Now he just needed an opportunity to get close to Prowl again.

To get him alone.

Which was hard to begin with since Prowl was busy and made even harder with the likes of Ironhide and Bluestreak interfering.

Bluestreak's interference was unintentional. The young gunner was simply indulging in hero worship and basking in the attention Prowl gave him. Jazz had to hand it to Prowl. Not only did Prowl patiently listen to Bluestreak go on and on and on but had actually taken to letting Bluestreak help him in the form of running errands. Which Bluestreak carried out with an excitement and pride that could only make Jazz smile. No, Jazz couldn't find an ounce of anger or irritation in himself toward Bluestreak.

Ironhide, on the other hand, was an irritation. After Prowl glitched, Prime had asked Ironhide to check up on him and make sure he was following Ratchets orders. Ironhide seemed to have taken that task to spark and then decided to take it further. Checking up on Prowl even though Ratchet had cleared him some time ago. He was a regular in Prowl's office now. Ironhide had an office of his own and Jazz wanted Prowl to tell Ironhide to go sit in it. It was hard to get Prowl alone with Ironhide hovering around all the time.

Jazz sighed again, he'd figure out a way but he wasn't going to work on it now. Now he was going to get some recharge. He was tired; mentally, physically, and emotionally drained. Laying down on his berth Jazz allowed himself to relax enough to drift off into recharge.

It didn't last. Jazz jerked himself online a few orns later after a particularly bad dream. Nightmare really. One involving Ironhide kissing and touching Prowl the way Jazz wanted to and Prowl enjoying Ironhide's attention way too much. Awake, and now thoroughly disturbed by the vivid images his processor had conjured up, Jazz decided to take a walk. It might help clear his head.

He walked down the hall passing by Prowl's door and noticed a sliver of light at the bottom indicating Prowl was in his quarters. Jazz stopped and stared at that sliver of light. No one was around. No Prime, no Ironhide, no Bluestreak, no Red Alert, no one to step in and block him. Prowl was alone.

Jazz cycled air through his vents in a determined manner, walked up to Prowls door and knocked. A moment later it slid open and Prowl sounded surprised to see him there,

"Jazz?"

Jazz quickly curled a hand around the side of the door frame to prevent Prowl from sliding it shut in his face, like he had before,

"Prowl, I know I screwed up an' you're mad at me but please -."

Prowl shook his head, "Jazz, I am not angry with you".

Jazz frowned, "Don' lie ta me, Prowl, I haven't lied to you. Ya been avoidin' me cause you're mad at me. An' I understand your anger an' I know I made ya glitch an' all but Prowl," Jazz gave Prowl a sorrowful look, "Ya gotta believe meh, I'm sorry, I never meant ta hurt ya."

Prowl didn't respond, he simply stared at Jazz. Jazz tried to wait patently as the silence stretch on. Prowl remained silent for so long Jazz began to feel desperation creep up on him and the thought of getting on his knees and begging Prowl was started to sound like a good idea.

"Do you want to come in?"

The quiet invitation shocked Jazz, in all honesty it was not the response he had expected. Not being one to let the opportunity he'd been fantasizing about for decacycles slip by, he quickly nodded to Prowl,

"Yes."

Prowl stood back letting Jazz enter. Stepping into the room, Jazz took in Prowl's quarters and he almost smiled. The room was beyond clean and everything placed just so. It could serve as the poster of what total order looked like.

Jazz turned his gaze back to Prowl, he could tease later, right now there were more important things he needed to talk to Prowl about,

"Prowl -"

"I'm not angry with you. I mean it. I meant it when I said it to you the first time."

Jazz frowned, "Then why are ya avoidin' me? If your not angry with me then why all the distance?"

Prowl looked away and Jazz swore he could see Prowl fidgeting, "I….needed time."

"Time? For what?"

"I need time to see….how I…" Prowl hesitated, he looked unsure, as if he didn't want to continue, "...how I felt about you."

Prowl hesitated again and Jazz remained quiet watching him intently, "I wanted to see how I felt about you when you weren't around and…if I would miss you.".

Prowl sighed, "I wanted to know if my feelings had any solidity or if what I felt was simply a side effect of you being around me constantly."

Jazz mentally braced himself before he asked, "And?"

"I missed you."

Prowl sounded confident but he didn't look it. The words themselves were spoken with such affection and sincerity, Jazz had to smile. He stepped closer to Prowl,

"I've missed ya, too."

Prowl went silent but Jazz pushed,

"So tell me, Prowlie, what do we do next?"

"Your welcome to come back and work in my office, if you'd like. I can speak to Prime and see about getting you a desk in there-"

Jazz leaned toward him, "Naaaw, I like workin' off your desk, Prowlie. I like bein' close to ya…"

Jazz leaned in and kissed Prowl, softy, gently, and a thrill went through him as Prowl tentatively responded. Jazz wrapped his arms around Prowl and deepened the kiss. He had wanted to kiss Prowl sooo badly, to touch him these past several decacycles. Jazz sighed into Prowl, it felt so good, so right.

Jazz moved to draw Prowl to the berth when Prowl balked. Prowl turned his head away with a broken "No" and struggled out of Jazz's arms. Jazz paused for a moment, slightly shocked and taken aback at Prowls sudden reluctance, before reaching out to him,

"Prowl..."

Prowl backed away shaking his head, "No, Jazz, no….we shouldn't be doing this."

Jazz followed him, "I don' see why not."

Prowl's logic center worked at lightning speed as it pushed to the forefront of his mind every reason for him not to get caught up in his emotions. Not to fall so recklessly into an obvious affair,

"We're Officers, Jazz. Our jobs-"

"Have nothin' ta do with this." Jazz spoke softy, soothingly, trying to coax Prowl back to him.

"There are rules…."

Jazz shook his head stepping closer, "No, we're not breakin' any rules, Prowl."

"I…Prime might not approve-"

"Optimus has no say in this."

"Jazz….I have a glitch."

"I know. I don' care."

Prowl looked at Jazz as though Jazz was just not comprehending the situation. Sentinel Prime would never have allowed this. Even though Prowl had been secretly enjoying Jazz's advances if Sentinel Prime were still alive he would have put a stop to all this along time ago. Sentinel Prime had preferred Prowl only engage in work relationships. Any kind of personal relationships were strongly discouraged. Prowl had and still did avoid anything personal for fear his glitch might act up and be discovered. And if he was honest with himself, he feared the rejection and backlash that would come from such a discovery. Maybe not from Jazz but from others.

"Glitches aren't normal."

Jazz had to grin, "Prowl, have ya not met the mechs stationed here? There's not a normal one in the lot! Except you, you're the closest we got ta that."

He stepped closer and this time Prowl didn't back up. He seemed too shocked move.

Sobering slightly, Jazz reached out to Prowl again,

"Prowlie, come 'ere."

Prowl hesitated before shaking his head and backing away but Jazz followed,

"Prowlie, please, gimme me a chance. Give us a chance."

Jazz kept advancing, pressing Prowl back into the wall. Jazz's face held a pleading look as black hands reached out and lightly caressed up Prowl's chest plate, one arm slipping around Prowl's shoulders as Jazz pressed close. His other hand traced gentle fingertips up and down Prowl's arm soothingly.

Jazz reached up and gently turned Prowls face to the side, "It's ok".

Prowl shivered. He couldn't summon the will to push Jazz away and as Jazz leaned in placing light kisses slowly along his jaw, Prowl found he didn't want to push Jazz away. Prowls resistance was crumbling and he was out of arguments. White hands clinched into fists at his sides torein in the urge to reach out and touch the smooth body so close his.

Prowl's optics dimmed, his voice took on a desperate pleading tone,

"Jazz, please…."

Jazz's lips caressed up from Prowl's jaw to place a soft kiss on the corner of his mouth,

"….I don't have affairs."

"I know", Jazz whispered the words against Prowl's mouth as he tilted his head to the side and captured Prowl's lips in a tender kiss. Prowl trembled.

Jazz moved his mouth against Prowl's unresponsive lips. Both arms encircling Prowl's neck as he pressed himself completely against the other black and white. Jazz moved to deepen the kiss, his glossa caressing over Prowl's lips, pressing between them, gently sucking on Prowl's bottom lip, nibbling it. Jazz smoothed a hand along Prowl's shoulders, the hand coming to rest against a splayed doorwing before firmly stroking the sensitive panel.

Prowl broke, all resistance vanished as he moaned against Jazz's lips, kissing back. Mouth opening, glossa seeking, caressing in return. Clenched hands unfurled reaching out to caress along Jazz's waist, fingers lightly tracing seams before Prowl wrapped his arms all the way around holding Jazz to him as tightly as he could. To the Pit with all, Prowl decided whatever repercussions his actions brought him tonight he'd deal with in the morning.

All the things Ironhide had told him about Jazz, how Jazz liked to play and use, that Jazz liked to berth jump, how Jazz would say whatever it took to get the mech he wanted into the berth just for a good interface, were ruthlessly pushed to the back of his processor. He had feelings for Jazz and even if those feelings weren't reciprocated it didn't matter, he wanted Jazz so much. And the feel of the saboteur's hands on him was just too good to stop.

Prowl locked his arms around Jazz's neck, kissing him hard and passionately, holding nothing back. Jazz moaned as Prowl ravished his mouth eagerly responding in kind. He gently drew Prowl away from the wall. His hands caressing down to cup and stroke the bottom of trembling doorwings causing Prowl to sigh and moan in turns.

Jazz backed up slowly, smiling into the kiss at how Prowl clung to him as if afraid he'd slip through Prowl's fingers and disappear. When the backs of Jazz's knees touched the edge of the berth he wrapped an arm around Prowl's waist, silently urging Prowl to follow, to lay with him.

Prowl wasn't exactly sure how he ended up in such a position but he found himself laying in between Jazz's legs on his berth, they were pressed together from hip to chest plate. His hands roamed Jazz's frame, fingers caressing seams, pressing in to tease wires. Prowl was delighted as his touch wrung moans and pleasured gasps from the saboteur. And it was Prowl's turn to grin into the kiss they shared when he reached up and wrapped a hand around one of Jazz's audio horns, massaging it. Jazz whined into his mouth and wrapped a leg around his own, trapping Prowl against him.

Jazz explored Prowl's body above him but his hands kept coming back to those wonderful doorwings. He stroked down their length, enjoying the feel of them trembling against his hands as Prowl shivered against him. Prowl broke their kiss to trail kisses down Jazz's cheek, gently nudging Jazz's head back. Prowl began to alternately kiss, lick, and nip along his neck, the mech beneath him moaning in pleasure from the attention.

Jazz slid his hands down Prowl's doorwings his fingers brushing against the hinge joints. Prowl moaned, arching into the touch. Encouraged, Jazz brushed the hinge joints lightly a few more times before pressing his fingers in deep, moving them in the joint to caress and tweak wires. Prowl suddenly tensed hissing in a breath as he curled in toward Jazz, trembling, his doorwings nearly shook as he arched his back. Jazz eased his touch at Prowl's reaction fearing he might not be doing this correctly and causing Prowl pain.

Jazz gently leaned his helm against Prowl's,

"Prowl? Does that hurt? Do you want me to stop?"

Prowl gasped against Jazz's neck, his grip on Jazz tightening,

"Don't stop….please, don't stop.."

Jazz grinned, kissing Prowl's audial as he whispered,

"Anything you say, love."

Jazz's fingers went back to work stroking wires, pressing and rubbing against sensitive hinges. Prowl groaned as he pressed himself against Jazz. Prowl's grip on Jazz shifted and he raked his fingers down Jazz's back. Jazz arched, gasping as fingers caught on seams and dipped in to stroke wires with firm caresses flooding his circuits with pleasure. Jazz writhed, his head falling back against the berth as he breathed Prowl's name.

Prowl attacked him, pressing Jazz into the berth as their lips meshed together once again. Prowl's hands slide around Jazz's waist sliding up to press under his chest plate, white fingers splayed into wires, stroking, caressing until Jazz was nearly wild in his arms. Jazz kissed back hard, hands pulling from hinge joints to grope every inch of Prowl he could.

Prowl buried his face in Jazz's neck, panting. Their systems revved, fans worked hard but were nearly useless in cooling their overheated bodies. Jazz lay gasping, his head resting against the berth as Prowl's fingers continued to stroke and fondle the wires under his chest plate. Black fingers explored the joints, pressing on hinges and wires till doorwings visibly quivered and overload slammed into Prowl. Groaning and shuddering, Prowl curled against Jazz more. White hands clenched under his chest plate, squeezing wires, sending tendrils of sharp overwhelming pleasure through Jazz triggering his own overload.

Shivering, Jazz clutched at Prowl till he could see straight again. Hands easing from joints to wrap around Prowl's shoulders, holding him comfortably to him. Prowl slowly came around, weakly removing his hands from under Jazz's chest plate, sliding them up to hug Jazz's shoulders. Prowl offlined his optics completely, he was spent, and it didn't take much of Jazz's gentle caressing along his back, shoulders, and helm to lull him into recharge.

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Prowl on lined slowly, his processor groggy and systems sluggish. As groggy as he felt one reality make itself very clear.

He had woken from recharge alone.

A quick glance around his quarters confirmed Jazz wasn't there. His logic center practically mocked him for being so naive as to believe Jazz would stay. Prowl sat up with a sigh, swallowing his disappointment.

He knew very well this had been a possible outcome to last night. He had no one to blame but himself. Prowl briefly hoped it wouldn't be awkward working with Jazz after this. He sighed again and rubbed a hand over his face tiredly, he needed to get some energon. His energy levels were extremely low. Sliding off the berth he walked to the door and was about to open it when it suddenly slid open on it own, revealing Jazz on the other side. Two cubes of energon in his hand.

At Prowl's look of surprise, Jazz quirked his head to the side a touch,

"What's wrong?"

Clearly not thinking straight, Prowl blurted out the first thing he thought of,

"I didn't expect you to came back, I thought you'd left."

Jazz smirked and with his free hand pushed Prowl backwards back into his room,

"Now why would I go 'an do somethin' stupid like that?"

As the door closed behind him, he handed Prowl one of the cubes of energon he was carrying,

"Drink up."

Jazz then wandered away sipping at his energon as he explored Prowl's quarters. Prowl turned his attention to the much needed energon in his hand, sipping it lightly before turning to watch as Jazz poked and prodded at things on his shelves. Prowl was hit with a sudden bout of nervousness. He didn't know what to do next. Usually when he spoke to another mech is was business, like when he spoke at meetings, or from behind a desk.

Even when he and Jazz had played games in the evenings, there had always been a desk between them. He didn't have that now. It left him feeling exposed and unsure. What was he expected to say? Or do? What was appropriate? While he generally didn't mind silence this silence was beginning to feel awkward. And on top of that, Jazz didn't usually care for silence. Maybe he should start a conversation but about what? Perhaps he should wait for Jazz to say something…..or would that be considered rude? He didn't know what to do. It had been a long, long, long time since he had engaged in any thing remotely this personal.

As if sensing Prowl's inner struggle, Jazz turned to look at him. Jazz had seen that look on Prowl's face before…..just before he had glitched,

"Prowlie? Ya look troubled."

Prowl gave him an apologetic look,

"I'm sorry, please forgive me, I'm just…unsure of how I'm expected to act. I don't know…" his voice trailed off.

Jazz had to applaud Prowl. He was treading on emotional ground he clearly didn't feel comfortable on but was trying his best to navigate anyway. He looked lost.

He smiled at Prowl, "I expect ya act like yourself."

Prowl shook his head, "I'm boring, Jazz."

Jazz's grin widened and he slowly started to walk toward Prowl,

"No you're not. Not ta me. I find ya very captivatin' an' fasinatin'."

Prowl didn't look convinced so Jazz continued,

"You're graceful. I like watchin' the way ya move, like the way ya gesture with your hands when emphasizin' a point or the subtle way ya quirk a brow when somethin' catches ya interest. Even the way ya stand perfectly still, fascinates me. Ya have an intelligence few can compare to an' our conversations often leave me thrilled and aroused on a purely intellectual level. Which brings me to that voice o' yours. Ya got no idea the impact ya voice has on me, Prowlie. There have been many times I would like nothin' more than ta shut my optics off an' listen to your voice as I touch myself."

Jazz gently removed the half empty cube of energon from Prowl's shocked hand, setting it aside. He slid his arms over Prowl's shoulders, wrapping Prowl in an embrace, pulling him close to look him straight in the optics,

"You are not boring."

Jazz leaned in capturing Prowl's lips, grinning when he felt Prowl wrap his arms around him and kiss him back passionately. Hesitantly, almost shyly, Prowl nudged them back toward the berth. Heat raising to his face plates in embarrassment at Jazz's enthusiastic response.

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"Ironhide!"

Ironhide turned toward the voice, seeing Red Alert jogging down a hall toward him.

He gave the mech a smile, "Well mornin' Red. What's the rush?"

"Have you seen Prowl? He's not in his office."

"Prowl's off duty today."

Red Alert scoffed at that, "That's not stopped him from being in his office before."

Ironhide chuckled, "Maybe this time Prowl took Ratchet's threats ta spark. Whatcha need?"

Red Alert held up a data pad,

"I'm meeting with Optimus Prime in less than an orn to order these security upgrades but I need Prowl's signature. I'd run to his quarters to get him to sign off on it but Ratchet's demanding I go in for a scan before my meeting with Prime. I don't have time to run around and do both!"

"Here," Ironhide held out his hand, "Gimme the file. I'm headin' that way. I'll drop by Prowl quarters an' have 'im sign it an' have it back ta ya befer yer meetin' with Prime."

Red Alert was hesitant, "Are you sure? If you're busy, you don't have to-"

Ironhide waved Red Alert's hesitation away, "Naw! Won't be a problem at all, Red."

Red Alert relinquished the file to Ironhide,

"Thank you, Ironhide! I owe you!"

Just then Ratchet pinged for Red Alert through his comm line,

"Red Alert! If your not here in TWO breems I swear I'll-"

"I'm on my way!" Red Alert practically snarled back at Ratchet, "Thank you again, Ironhide."

Then Red Alert turned and walked off toward the Med Bay, grumbling to himself as he did. Ironhide tucked the data pad under his arm and headed for Prowl's quarters. Ironhide was a bit surprised himself that Prowl was off duty and had yet to sneak back into his office to work like he usually did. Reaching Prowl's quarters, he knocked on the door. A few moments later Prowl's door cycled open.

Prowl looked up at him, "Good Morning, Ironhide. What can I do for you?"

Ironhide smiled down at him, "Mornin' Prowl. Hate ta bother ya on yer off time an' all but I ran in ta Red Alert an' he needs this file signed for a meetin' he's havin' with Prime in less than an orn. He'd a run here himself but Ratchets demandin' to scan 'em."

Ironhide handed over the file. Prowl murmured his thanks as he began to quickly scroll over it contents.

Ironhide smiled as he looked at Prowl…until his optics caught sight of a scuff mark. Then another and another and another. Ironhide's smile faded. Prowl was covered in scuff marks and there was even some black streaks of paint marring the pristine white of his plating. It didn't look like he'd been fighting, more like he'd been…….

Ironhides optics rose to look behind Prowl. He couldn't believe what he saw. Jazz was lounging…lounging on Prowl's berth.

No..

Back propped up against the wall, Jazz had his legs stretched out along the length of the berth. He was reading something on a data pad sipping on an almost empty cube of energon. That meant he'd been there awhile.

No….no…

Ironhide looked back down at Prowl, those scuff marks now stood out vividly. Prowl finished up his quick scan of the file and signed it, holding it back out to Ironhide.

Ironhide hesitated before taking the data pad and leaning in close to Prowl, speaking in low tones as if to keep Jazz from hearing even though he really didn't care if Jazz did over hear,

"Prowl, is everythin' alright?"

Prowl smiled up at him, distinctly reminding Ironhide of his dream,

"Everything's fine, Ironhide. Thank you for asking. I'll see you next cycle."

Ironhide faintly nodded, "Yeah."

Then Prowl turned around, the door to his quarters cycling shut but not before Ironhide saw that Prowl was heading back to his berth. Back to Jazz.

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Orns later found Ironhide at a back table in the rec room by himself hunched over a cube of high grade, contemplating the whole situation. He had hoped to avoid everyone but some one found him. At the sound of a chair moving, he looked up to see Smokescreen taking a seat next to him.

Ironhide just shook his head, "I had hoped Prowl wouldn't 'a been takin' in by Jazz's flashy an' flirtatious manner but seen beyond that ta the real mech. Ya know, see Jazz fer what he really is."

Smokescreen opened his mouth but Ironhide cut him off with the wave of his hand,

"Its alright", Ironhide looked Smokescreen in the optics, "Prowl's made a mistake, that's all. We all make mistakes. Besides, it won't be long before Jazz screws it up an' Prowl finds out what he's really like an' leaves him. And when he does, I'll be there fer Prowl. I just have to be patient."

Ironhide tossed back the rest of his high grade before turning to walk out of the rec room, leaving Smokescreen behind who simply shook his head.

Ironhide never noticed Mirage's disapproving glare following him out.

Mirage activated his cloaking device before he stood up. Slipping from the rec room soundlessly, he headed toward the Special Ops wing of the base. He had news for his fellow Ops mechs as well as tasks lest Jazz require saving from himself.

------------Authors Notes---------------

Yaaaaaaaaay!! Prowl and Jazz are together! FINALLY!
And everyone give Ironhide some sympathy....this was pretty much his "Hey, lets rub some salt into that wound of yours" chapter.
I got more chapters I'm working on the wings so stay tuned! :)

Reviews are always encouraging :)