"Prowl please, come on, open up," Jazz shouted through the door.
The door remained closed, though, and did not appear to be opening anytime soon.
Ever since their date, Prowl had been avoiding him like his life depended on it. Jazz was practically beside himself, trying to find a way to talk to Prowl without him running away.
He felt angry at himself for being so direct with his crush, but he also felt frustrated with Prowl for taking a step foreword then two steps back. He desperately wanted to have a relationship with the Praxian, but he seemed adamant that it never happen.
"Having trouble," a voice asked.
Jazz turned and saw their medic, Ratchet standing behind him with a small, playful smile on his face.
Jazz shuffled a little, embarrassed, "Uh, yeah..."
"You, want me to talk to him, I could knock some sense in him," He said.
Jazz sighed, "If you think it would help?"
Ratchet chuckled and banged on the door, "Open up Prowl!" He shouted through the metal.
The door opened after a moment and Ratchet stepped inside. The metal door slid shut with a resounding click as soon as Ratchet had passed over the thresh hold.
The medic almost felt sorry for the other mech, who was forced to wait outside.
Prowl was sitting at his desk, scribbling furiously at a data pad. Several finished ones were piled up on his right and only a few were left to do on his left.
Ratchet walked up to the desk and cleared his throat.
Prowl looked up, "Hello Ratchet, is there something I can do for you?"
"No, but I think there's something I can do for you," the medic said.
Prowl frowned, "Did Jazz send you?"
"Not technically, no," Ratchet continued as Prowl opened his mouth to object. "Listen to me Prowl. Now, I don't know what happened to make you avoid Jazz like a virus, but that doesn't matter. You two have something special, something that you can not just throw away!"
Prowl sat back with a sigh, "I do not think I can...Ratchet I..."
But Ratchet was shaking his head, "Whatever happened, happened. It's in the past, it's over. Prowl you have to move on, let yourself be happy! You deserve it!"
Prowl's lips were shaking now, his optics dimming, "I-I do not know..."
Ratchet leaned over the desk and smacked Prowl across the faceplate. The Praxian sat stunned, one servo on his cheek plate.
"You are acting like a sparkling! You need to pull yourself out of, whatever it is you're in. Prowl, you and Jazz deserve one another," Ratchet's voice grew softer, "You shouldn't be afraid of disappointing or hurting the mechs you love. It's going to happen, but that's life Prowl, there's nothing we can do. Please, be with Jazz, I know you want to."
Prowl's face slowly crumpled until tears streaked down his faceplate. He furiously wiped at them but more replace them.
He nodded, "Y-You are right! I deserve to be happy!"
He slowly rose from his chair and smiled at Ratchet, he walked to the door and opened it.
Ratchet stepped out as Jazz stepped in.
The only thing he saw just before the door closed, was the two mechs kissing desperately.
Ratchet turned with a chuckle and continued down the hall.
Those two crazy mechs deserved each other.
The next couple of chapters will be oneshots featuring Jazz and Prowl as they grow in their new relationship.