When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon sign...

"Jazz?" The question was no longer simply internalized.

It felt strange to Prowl, being able to come online so easily.

The first thing he saw was Jazz sitting at his side, holding his servo. He felt warmth in his spark and he thought, for a moment, that he could get used to this. He quickly shook the thoughts away and retracted his servo.

He tried to ignore the despairing look on Jazz's face, he almost gave in and took the other mech's hand again.

"How did we make it back?" He asked instead.

"They found us," was all Jazz said. He looked crestfallen, but perked up quickly.

"I told you they would find us, and you owe me a date," he said happily.

Prowl frowned and tried to remember what he had agreed to. Foggy memories of him promising to go out on a date with Jazz should they survive, came back to him. He could not deny it, so he decided to go with it.

"Alright," Prowl said, though grudgingly, and reveled in the surprised look on Jazz's face.

"What are we doing for this date then?"

Jazz's mouth opened and closed and he floundered for a moment before he recovered, "I want to show you this really nice spot near the base," he started to rise, his face getting an excited quality, "And don't worry, there won't be any Decepticons there!" He called as he practically sprinted out of the med-bay, Ratchet following him, cursing all the way.

Prowl shook his head and wondered what he had just agreed to.

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Prowl felt oddly empty without one of his door wings. He felt off balance every time he stood, not that Ratchet would let him stand much.

So far he had been in med bay for several orns, much to the SIC chagrin. Jazz had visited him every orn and Bluestreak every other.

His younger brother told him how angry Smokescreen was over having to hear about his injuries from Prime, rather than through the bond. Even so, he would not open the bond, he would not want his brothers to experience his pain.

Prowl sighed and bowed his head.

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The SIC heard the door to the medical wing open and already knew who it was without looking.

Jazz sauntered up to him and smiled his customary wide, playful smile. His vizor was down but that hardly hid his expression.

He took Prowl's servo and started to lead him out of the room.

"Where are we going," Prowl asked.

Jazz smiled wider, "It's a secret," he said. "And since you got your wing back, Ratchet will finally let me take you out of here for a little while."

Prowl rolled his eyes but followed him anyway. He was mildly curious as to what Jazz had planned anyway. He was also really surprised that Ratchet approved of this little excursion.

Jazz stopped at his quarters and told Prowl to wait. He ran in and came back out with a small strip of cloth. He was prepared to put it over Prowl's optics but the other mech stopped him.

"What are you doing?" He asked.

"I told you, it's a surprise," Jazz insisted.

Prowl frowned at the blindfold and then at Jazz who looked at him with such excitement, he decided not to refuse.

With a great and heavy sigh he relented, "Fine, but you had better not make me run into anything on purpose."

Jazz's servo came to rest on his spark, "I'm hurt Prowler, I would never do such a thing."

Prowl narrowed his optics and remained still as Jazz tied the cloth around his optics. The cloth was black, so it was impossible to see through it. He frowned in annoyance as Jazz took his servo and led him down the hall.

Though Prowl could not see, he could hear the snickers and laughter of mechs as he passed them down the halls, and because of his loss of sight, he was not as perceptive as normal and was unable to tell where he was going.

He was about to complain to Jazz about this when he heard the sound of the main door opening and he felt the breeze of Cybertron hit his face.

"Jazz, are we outside?"

Jazz chuckled, "Yup, it's only a little way."

They walked for another few moments before Jazz stopped suddenly, "We're here!"

Prowl finally pulled the blindfold away and stared dumbfound at what he saw.

It was a beautiful place, an enormous cave that rose to be about one-hundred feet above their heads. This was not the most amazing part though.

The most amazing part was the thousands and thousands of energon crystals that jutted out of the rock. They gleamed and sparkled when Jazz shown his light.

There were small ones and there were huge ones that hung from the ceiling like chandeliers.

"Jazz...This is...incredible," Prowl's voice and face were alight with wonder and awe.

Jazz smiled, proud of his accomplishment. He watched as Prowl walked slowly over to one particularly large crystal and gently ran a servo down it. He turned and smiled at Jazz and the other mech felt a warm glow in his spark at the rare sight.

"How did you find this place?" Prowl asked, only half listening as he wondered deeper into the cave.

"Well, after the first orn I was here, I was exploring and I stumbled on this place, pretty ain't it?" Jazz said with a smile.

Prowl laughed, "It is beautiful." He stopped when he saw a blanket laid out in the center of a clearing. Crystals surrounded the spot like a halo. Two small, metal lanterns sat at either edge and made the crystals glow like magic. There was a small metal cooler that sat on the blanket and waited for them patiently.

Prowl turned to Jazz questioningly, but Jazz simply gestured for him to sit.

The Praxian sat down, though somewhat hesitantly. As Jazz took energon out of the cooler, Prowl continued to look around the cave.

It almost felt like he was on another world entirely. The crystals danced in lazy shimmers of red and blue and green. Some cast a rainbow of light on others and the lights bounced away.

Prowl turned back to Jazz when he offered the Praxian the cube of energon. Prowl thanked him and sipped, still gazing at his surroundings.

"Do...Do you like it?" Jazz asked almost nervously.

Prowl turned to him with a small, "I love it," he said dreamily.

Jazz blushed and his smile widened. He was glad he had finally gotten Prowl to smile, and he had to admit that Prowl looked beautiful, bathed in the soft glow of the crystals.

Jazz placed his energon cube down and leaned foreword. He gently and slowly grabbed Prowl's shoulder and drew him closer. Prowl watched him curiously.

Time seemed to slow to a stop as their lips connected.

They moved as one, both hungry for the kiss, both needing it. Their optics dimmed and Jazz wrapped his arms around the other mech and drew him closer still.

Prowl complied and scooted closer still keeping their mouths connected.

It was like a spark was passing between them, connecting them, and then, suddenly it ended.

Prowl shot back as if Jazz had burned him. His optics were bright with confusion and pain. He looked everywhere except at Jazz.

"I can't," he whispered, then ran off.