As soon as the alarms began to blare Jazz spun on his peds and ran back to the med-bay. He nearly ran into Smokescreen as he ran out.

"Stay with him," The older of the two commanded and Jazz watched him race down the hall.

Jazz entered where he had left only moments ago. He did not sit though, he readied his gun and stood next to his lover's bed. Ready and waiting for anything that was not an autobot to enter the room.

Suddenly he began feeling weak. It was becoming harder and harder to keep his optics online. His servos and arms dropped and he fell to his knees.

The last thing he saw was Ratchet screaming at him from above.

.

When his optics onlined, he was surrounded by darkness.

Jazz frowned and studied the emptiness as it swirled like turbulent storms. He found it difficult to tell which way was up or down, so he decided to simply put one ped foreword.

As he moved further and further the world began to darken, but gain shape. Familiar buildings, crumpled in ruin littered the landscape. The sky was a dark black that flashed with lightening.

He recognized this place.

Praxus.

Prowl's old home, before it was obliterated. Jazz's mind snapped at the thought of his lover and wondered if he was around.

He took another step and almost felt a prick in the back of his spark.

He frowned and continued on that way, the feeling growing steadily stronger. He walked with a purpose, but it suddenly turned into urgency. Painful need to reach his other half.

The landscape and rubble cleared out at the center of the city.

The sight that met Jazz had him stopping in his tracks.

"Prowl?!"

"What the hell happened to him?!" Red Alert cried as he watched Ratchet and First Aid hurry around Jazz, trying to find the cause of the sudden collapse.

"Damned, if I know," Ratchet spat back, "All I know is that he just collapsed as I walked in," he said as he frantically checked the other mech's vitals and signals.

"Why in the pit is he doing this now, there are Decepticons attacking!" Red Alert bellowed.

Ratchet stopped and turned, "Then guard the damned door,"He paused and turned to the panicking mech again, "And contact Optimus and tell him what's goin-"

The base shook and the sound of gun fire echoed down the halls. Everyone paused and Red Alert nodded and went out to aid his friends.

Ratchet and First Aid glanced to one another and sighed.

"Of all the times to go under Jazz, now is the worst," Ratchet whispered and set up his friend for observation.

Jazz ran up to Prowl who was suspended in midair by the black substance that extended from the sky and ground. It curled around his peds and servos and around his neck, not allowing any movement. The icky goo writhed and moved as if it had a sort of sentience.

His optics were offline and he hung unresponsive and still.

"Prowl! Prowl wake up!" Jazz yelled up at him.

He tried to reach him, but being a smaller mech, his lover was up far to high for him to reach him. He continued to cry out to him, and hoped to get some kind of response, but Prowl remained unresponsive.

"He won't answer you," a voice said behind him.

Jazz spun and confronted the voice, only to pause and study the new femme. He gazed at her evenly but still could not recognize her.

"Who are you?" He asked cautiously. "What do you mean by that?"

"He is here because of the great darkness in his Spark. The pain and sorrow that he has felt as a result of the other mechs, they have caused his self-doubt to grow and manifest into this world of self-torture," she paused and gazed at him sadly, "Your words of hate were the final straw that pushed him over the edge and into oblivion."

Jazz felt a pang of guilt but hid it in anger, "I still don't know who you are."

"I am Lyra," she smiled, "I am the manifest of Prowl's goodness and kindness, his hope and his love. He created subconsciously me in order to combat the darkness in his spark. But as he falls deeper and deeper into the abyss so to, do I grow weaker," Lyra took a step closer to him, "I called you here, because I know that you are the only one who can truly dispel the darkness."

Jazz looked away, "I'm the one who put him in here, how am I the one to help him?"

Lyra took his servos in hers, "I know you are the only one who can," she looked to the prone form of Prowl, "He once loved the real me. Then I died, and you took my place in his spark. The only difference, is that I only took up a small part, you...you fill his spark, with love and hope and happiness." Her optics were filled with awe and admiration.

Jazz tried to pull away but her servos remained firmly around his.

"I hurt him, how could I save him? Why would he still want to be with me?" He whispered in despair.

Lyra smiled kindly, "Jazz, mechs always make mistakes, especially in a relationship. We know how to hurt the people we love the most because we know them the best. These mistakes are what makes us who we are." She brought their servos close to her fake spark, "If you forgive yourself, then you can ask for forgiveness. These mistakes are how we learn," She looked back at Prowl and sighed, "We don't last forever Jazz. Now may be the little time you have left with him. He could die tomorrow or a thousand vorn from now. The same could be said for you," she turned back to him, "But you can't wallow in that or waist time. Love now, live loud and with fully together, because nothing lasts forever."

Jazz felt his spark speed up, he blinked and she was gone.

Her words rang strongly in his mind and he turned back to his lover.

Steps formed up to Prowl's prone form.

Slowly and with reverence he walked up the steps and was close enough to touch his lover. He reached his servos out and took his lover's face, gently. He stood up on his tips of his peds and connected his lips with Prowl's. They were as soft as he remembered and still unresponsive.

He pulled away, "I love you," he whispered.

To his surprise and utter joy, Prowl began to stir. Bits of he darkness flaked away and Prowl's servo fell.

"I'm so sorry for what I said," more goop fell away, "I love you more than anything, more than life or death or hatred or fear. I love you too much just to let you go like this, or ever. If you go, then I am going with you," his voice was strong and filled with passion.

The darkness holding Prowl broke away, allowing him to drop into his lover's arms.

Jazz cried out in joy and held him close.

"Jazz?" Prowl's voice was tired, but Jazz had never heard a sweeter sound.

He brought him up and hugged and kissed him without hesitation, each kiss peppered with apologies.

"Jazz what happened?" Prowl asked.

"It's a long story," Jazz said tears of happiness and love.

"Prowl, become my spark mate?" He more asked out of desperation than anything. His breath was coming out in excited gasps.

Prowl, who was still dazed blinked in confusion.

"I though you hated me?" His voice was barely a whisper.

Jazz's servos shook as he reached up and cupped his lover's faceplate.

"Prowl, I am so sorry, and I know that I don't have any right to ask but, please forgive me. I don't hate you, I could never hate you. I love you more than anything else in this world or the next. You are the most important thing in my life and will be forever until the day I offline."

Prowl gazed at him, confused, "Then why?"

Jazz sighed and frowned, "I only said what I said because I was worried about you and angry at myself. I just say stupid stuff when I'm worried."

He took a shaky breath and continued, "And I did not mean a word of what I said, I love you more than the all spark itself."

For a moment Prowl said nothing, his faceplate down and thinking. Finally he raised it and smiled widely, tears streaming down his face.

"Thank you Jazz, I love you too."

There was a blinding light and both Jazz and Prowl jerked awake with a gasp, scaring Ratchet and First Aid to death.

They looked at one another and then back to the medical officers and Jazz could not help but laugh.

They were back in the real world.