"Prowl your awake!" First Aid cried.

Ratchet smiled and slapped the other on the back, "Good to see you among the living again."

Jazz stood and walked over to the other mech.

"So, what do you say?" He asked hesitantly.

Prowl smiled and kissed him, "Yes. I-"

His voice was cut off by the sound of gun fire and explosions of a fight.

Prowl tried to sit up in surprise, but his body felt to weak. His mechanics were stiff from laying prone for so long and his processor was lagging.

"What is going on?" Prowl cried as the gun fire got closer.

"The base is being attacked by decepticons and you can't move because you've been in recharge for seventeen vorn," Ratchet said and helped Jazz up.

"Ratchet go tell Prime that Prowler's awake and go help those in the fight. I'll stay here and protect Prowl," Jazz ordered.

Ratchet nodded and left with First Aid on his peds.

Jazz equipped his gun and sat on Prowl's bed, facing the door.

"Don't worry Prowler, nothing's gonna happen to you while I'm here," he leaned down and kissed his forehead, completely happy that when he pulled away, he could see Prowl awake and aware that he was there.

"Smokescreen and Bluestreak are going to be so happy, I-,"

There was gunfire coming closer and Jazz stopped and turned to the door. He got off the bed and fired just as the door open.

Starscream cursed and ducked behind a birth. He popped up and aimed for Jazz, firing at them quickly, then ducking back.

Jazz flipped a birth and had ducked behind it, taking Prowl down behind it and propping him up. He and Starscream would exchange fire for another ten minuets, until the decepticon grew tired of this and decided to risk a charge.

Jazz heard his cry and saw him running towards them, he had no choice but to match him head on, because he could not let him reach Prowl.

Though Starscream had run first, Jazz was the first to attack. With a swift downward hit with his gun he knocked the other mech off and he stumbled back. He retaliated quickly and swung with his own gun.

Starscream ducked and spun retaliating by bringing his gun down on Jazz's head. He managed to hit but he recovered quickly and jammed his gun up and hit the other mech under the chin. The decepticon stumbled back, but this only served to anger him further. Starscream growled and charged swinging hard in any random direction.

Jazz blocked the best he could but the other mech managed to get the gun under his and it flew out of his hand.

He tried to duck under a birth but the decepticon grabbed him by the chasis and brought him face to face with his gun.

"Say goodby Autobot," Starscream's shrill voice said.

The gun was charging up and Jazz offlined his optics to be ready for the impending doom.

There was a grunt and the sound of metal hitting metal and Jazz onlined his optics.

"Prowl?"

Prowl stood gasping under the strain of getting his body to move and he moved Jazz's gun onto Starscream.

"If you...get up...I will shoot," he said in between gasping breaths.

Starscream looked up at him and finally blacked out when Jazz kicked him over the head. As soon as he was unconscious and Prowl was sure there was no danger at the moment, he dropped the gun onto a birth and nearly collapsed. Jazz caught him just as he was falling and held him close.

He kissed him on the forehead and smiled widely.

"My hero," he whispered and the answer was a tired laugh.

Jazz lifted up Prowl into his arms and carried him gently over to the birth, just as Bluestreak, Ratchet, and Optimus Prime stormed into the room.

The three paused and stared at the unconscious decepticon for a moment, "Bluestreak, call Red Alert and have him collect Starscream and take him to the brig."

Bluestreak did as he was asked, and as soon as he was done rushed over to his older brother and gave him an enormous hug.

"I'm so happy you're awake, I can't wait to tell Smokescreen," he said, nearly in tears.

Prowl froze in surprise for a moment, but then hugged his little brother.

"Missed you too." He turned to Prime, "Is the threat neutralized?"

Prime smiled, "Yes, the decepticons retreated. How are you feeling?"

Prowl smiled lightly, "Tiered," he said truthfully.

"Then rest my friend, you will be safe," Prime said, placing a hand on the other's shoulder.

Jazz and Bluestreak shuffled nervously but Prowl just smiled sleepily up at them.

"Don't worry I'll wake up," his optics offlined and he felt himself slipping into a safe darkness, "I promise."