Ok, originally this was just a one-shot, but the response I got was not expected (and I was unhappy with the depressing ending, since the story was a birthday-fic) so it has become a two chapter story. Now, you all must be happier! THIS WILL BE THE LAST CHAPTER! Warning- Once again, there is mentions of SLASH! Don't like, don't read! And by the way, Disclaimer- I don't own Transformers.

Chapter 2

There was something missing. He wasn't stupid, or naïve, he knew it was gone, but he could not figure out what was missing. It did not help that Ratchet seemed to be avoiding the question. Whenever he would bring it up, the medic would not-so-subtly change the subject.

So Jazz remained silent. He contented himself with socializing with his fellow Autobots, who had thought he was dead for the longest time. It was nice to just relax a bit and catch up with old friends that he barely remembered. There was a lull in the war, and the time to interact was doing wonders for his corrupted memory files.

But that nagging doubt, that feeling of something missing, kept coming back. He tried to push it from his mind, but it simply would not rest. Oh, and let's not forget to mention the memory fluxes. He would wake up with images of the Autobot Ratchet had identified as Prowl. Some images were so familiar, and yet, as soon as he awoke, they were gone like a leaf blowing away on the wind. He simply could not pin the memories down, and it was starting to annoy him.

One day he had decided enough was enough.

"Ratchet, something is missing. It has something to do with Prowl, but I don't know what it is exactly. You have to tell me," Jazz begged as he sat on a medical berth in the med bay. The medic and the Ops mech were the only two who were seemingly paying attention. The newly arrived Sunstreaker sat in a chair in the corner of the med bay with a datapad, presumably drawing something and ignoring the other two mechs.

Ratchet hesitated, his facial expression nearly impossible to read, but his EM field was like an open book. He was worried about something.

Sunstreaker looked up, his helm tilted to the side as he spoke up for the first time, "Just tell him. Whatever happens is what happens. You can't control it. He needs to know sooner or later anyway. Better from you than someone else." Apparently the golden warrior had been paying more attention than Jazz had thought he was.

Still, Ratchet hesitated.

Jazz vented a sigh when it seemed like the medic wasn't going to tell him. He was just so tired of all the secrets! Sick of the others tip-toeing around him as though he would break if they said something wrong. He wanted answers, damn it! Not more questions that would remain unanswered, no, he wanted none of that. He had enough unanswered questions already, an example being the unexplained lagging of his systems. His spark was constantly hurting, and his intakes seemed to have trouble venting air properly through his systems. He had no idea what was going on, Ratchet wouldn't say anything, and he hated it!

"Ratchet, tell him. Now. Or I will," Sunstreaker growled warningly, setting aside his datapad and rising to walk over to the medic and tower over said medic. "Sun-"

"You're being a little hypocritical again. If it was Sideswipe or I in Jazz's position, you would have to tell us. Kind of hard to hide the fact that something very important is missing anyway, isn't it?" Sunstreaker interrupted, glaring down at the medic.

Ratchet glared right back, before he slumped in defeat, venting a sigh and running a hand over his face plates in a very human-like gesture. Sunstreaker smirked in triumph and returned to his seat, picking up his datapad and resuming whatever he was doing earlier as though nothing had happened.

Ratchet sighed again, and met Jazz's visor-covered optics, "Jazz, Prowl was your bondmate. As I said before, he literally traded his life for yours. Any pain you may be feeling is from the broken bond. Your systems are trying to cope with the loss of something that was nearly as important as your own spark. The fact that you're having any memories of Prowl at all is a miracle in and of itself. The surgery was supposed to actually kill you both, but you survived. I had never actually performed the surgery successfully before. Prowl knew the possibilities, and he took the chance anyway. However, because of this surgery, you will never be able to establish any other kind of bond, and you will most likely feel pain for the rest of your existence. As far as I know, there are no other side effects. If you have no more questions, kindly get out of my med bay."

Feeling numb from the revelations, Jazz stood and left, walking slowly as though in a trance. As he was leaving, he caught sight of Sunstreaker catching the medic in his arms, and he would have smirked if he was feeling normal.

But he felt far from normal. Something very important had been missing. Prowl, his bondmate, had been missing, and was still missing. He didn't like that, not at all.

Yet, he somehow knew that what Ratchet had said was not actually the truth. Sure, Ratchet thought it was the truth; the medic would never lie to him. Ratchet simply did not know what Jazz was currently feeling.

He felt Prowl out there somewhere. He didn't know where, he didn't know why or how, he just knew his other half was out there, and he had to find him. Processor made up, Jazz headed off Autobot base.

They were searching, never resting, always moving. Both knew they were incomplete, missing a piece of themselves. So they were searching for each other, for they could never be at peace if they were apart. It had been so long since they'd had any contact with anyone, organic or otherwise. Were they themselves even alive anymore? How long had it really truly been? It did not matter.

All that mattered was finding their other half.

They had traveled across galaxies, their sparks reaching for each other, drawing them closer and closer together, until at last, after so very long, they found each other.

There were no soft words of love or reassurance; words were not even needed. They simply embraced each other, held each other close, and they finally felt peace. Here was what they had been searching for for so very long.

No one would ever tear them away from each other again.

They would stay like this forevermore, content to hold each other for all eternity.

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