As I will be under the knife in less than twenty four hours and more than likely unable to post in the next several days (Or at least post anything coherent) Here's an update! By the way you reviewers rock! I wasn't so happy with this tale cuz each chapter is well…short but you've taken a really, really bad day and made it all good again. Nice to see some old faces(er-usernames) too!

ShiTiger: Okay so I wrote you a review that was a complete lie. Anyway here's Jazz's chapter, nothing….spectacular but over all I need Jazz to play a certain role so he couldn't have too grand an entrance. Hopefully you like it, even though there are several plot bunnies I had as to their first meeting…maybe I'll just make a fic of that, strickly different ways they could meet hm….Thanks for the review!

CuriousDreamWeaver: Yeah I have this strange notion that he went running straight into Devastator after the twins pranked him one too many times. Thanks for the review! Oh and here's another short update for you. Actually their all pretty short, but this is supposed to be a light story so..meh.

Violetwasp: Yeah this story is quickly turning into a 'see how many times we can fry Prowl's logic center before he snaps' fic. And technically, the twins were the direct cause of him fritzing this time. XD It just doesn't bode well does it?

xStarSaber: Yup. So sad, he just doesn't know what he's signed himself up for.

Trickster91: Thanks! And yes, the twins did Primus knows what, actually simply existing is enough for Ratchet to want to hit them, repeatedly.

Elita One: OMP -tackles- Hi hi! Glad to see you're still around and all…I hope that means you enjoyed it, despite it's shortness.

Carmilla DeWinter: Thanks! I know there are a few other fics similar to this, with other mechs in Prowls position as coming onto Primes team so I'm hoping to keep it all original and..yeah I can only try. As for the old SIC…I think gone mad and sacrificed himself to Unicron is probably most accurate. Nitpicking is fine! You are correct and it has been corrected! Thank you.

Turtlegirl: Yeah…PJ shippers have corrupted me. I honestly didn't think this fandom could be paired this way but…they came, they saw, they slashed! ^_^

Jessie07: Thanks so much! This quick enough for you?^_^

NOTE: I was asked by a friend so I decided to explain this is set pre g1/ '07 movieverse. I can't label it as either because it has multiple characters from g1/g2 however the body styles of several mechs will be based on their movieverse profiles.

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After a brief meeting with Prime he'd been granted one cycle to settle in, and to let his self repairs correct the issue in his logic center as he wasn't up to visiting the resident medic any time soon. Ratchet of course was off basking in the fact that without even speaking to the new SIC he'd manage to put the fear of Unicron into him. Good, now he had all the officers, including Prime, right where he wanted them. After all even Optimus knew you didn't mess with the CMO.

Of course in response to the extended time off Prowl protested that he was capable of beginning his duties now, Prime however insisted that he take the time to get accustomed to the base.

After setting his few personal effects up in his assigned room Prowl took to exploring the base. Sure he'd been provided a file with the layout and design but having a first-optic view would add crucial data which could mean the difference between life and termination in the event of a base attack.

Eventually, the tactician found his way to the Recreation room, noting inwardly that it was rather empty for the number of mechs on base. A quick check of the duty roster showed that most mechs were working, typically a good sign. The black and white made a mental note to revise the roster as it wasn't set up as effectively as possible. Calculating that most mechs dropped by the Rec room for at the very least a cube of Energon, the room would fill up quickly when all the mechs on first shift were relieved of duty at the same time. He could only imagine how packed the room would get. A rotating roster rather than a fixed one would serve this larger base well.

"You must be the new boss bot." His optics landed on a smaller silver mech, to who he inclined his head in silent confusion.

The other gave a grin, holding out virtually clawed hand, "Jazz. Head of Sabotage, Espionage and Recon...age." He added, just making the last word rhyme, for what reason Prowl couldn't fathom and refused to delve into for the sake of his still aching logic center.

Searching the database Prowl found the other's file even as he took and shook the other's hand, "Prowl-"

"The big bot's new SIC. Heard ya already had a run in with Ratchet." Small talk; Prowl wasn't usually prone to it however he did know it could be an excellent way to gather information. As for this mech, something in the deep recesses of the doorwinger's processors warned him against any prolonged contact with the smaller mech, of course with no logical reason to back up this nagging feeling it was quickly categorized as an anomaly and filed away. Little did he know what events he set in motion by ignoring that most illogical hunch.

"You are Prime's third in command…" Prowl stated, reading from the file he'd found, it seemed Jazz had been in his position for some time. Over all the silver mech had an outstanding record, he'd lost few mechs under his direct control and still fewer under his direction on different missions. He had a few reprimands from aiding in, or the allowance of pranks on base, to include smuggling contraband onto said base. Such actions from the third in command were certainly worth keeping an eye on at the very least. Though from experience Prowl understood that mechs from Special Ops had to be dealt with…carefully at the very least.

"Don't worry Prowler." The smaller mech offered with a smile, "I like my position just

fine. Yours has too much work involved and not enough fun." Well at least it appeared he wouldn't have to deal with a mech jealous because he'd stolen a promotion. "Just hold your ground and keep doin' whatcha were doin' that got Prime's attention and you'll be just fine."

"It's Prowl." The black and white corrected automatically, not even consulting the idea that Jazz had purposely misused his name. "And I do not believe any of our positions are supposed to be fun Jazz, this is war."

"I know what your name is." He added, not put off in the least, grinning even, "And if we were supposed to be serious all the time Prowler, Primus would'a never invented high grade." To which he lifted his cube almost as if in a toast before taking a generous drink.

Consulting the duty roster again Prowl bit back a frown as he realized the saboteur's shift didn't end for another few hours. "Jazz…"

Finishing off the cube and pushing himself into a standing position the silver mech mostly ignored the other's brief comment as he moved to pass by Prowl on his way out, "Well I best be gettin' back ta what I do best. You just keep those doorwing's of yours outta trouble." Even as Prowl turned to follow the other's movements he felt the brief brush against his right doorwing, far to light and gone to quickly to accuse the other mech who, by the time Prowl rounded on him, was nothing more than a flicker of silver disappearing beyond a quickly shutting door.

In response the black and white merely flicked his doorwings, the high held appendages showing more of a reaction than his features ever did.