Elita One: Indeed they have…I'm trying to avoid making it seem as though Jazz wants to jump Prowl right away. It's more of a passing fancy, Jazz is just curious and Prowl happens to be his target. Ugh I think it was me who went away XD

Jessie07: Thanks for another review ^_^ Hopefully this one has a few more laughs in it, I like'd it more anyway.

Blood shifter: Yes he can. And he will. And you'd better believe it'll take Devastator to change it. XD

Gimme-Cover: I know…my rp partner is home for the holidays, and authors just aren't posting fast enough to quell my addiction. x.x Thanks for the review as always!

Violetwasp: Yup. Of course the real reason Jazz hightailed it out of there was because he figured the other might snap when his doorwing was touched. Now that Prowler barely reacted to it Jazz'll be determined to see just what he has to do to get a rise outta the black and white.

xStarSaber: Yeah…I don't remember the story but one phrase cracked me up it was along the lines of "And of course we all know Prowl had the personality of a piece of string" I mean it was epic, FTW it's just so true. I mean really Prowl wouldn't know a love interest if it jumped up, started shouting and wigglin' it's hips right in front of him.

Prowl: Jazz please cease whatever it is that you are current doing.

Jazz: Dancin' I'm dancin' Prowler.

XD

CuriousDreamweaver: Glad you think so! Yeah doorwings are awesome. Though I feel sad for doorwingers…I mean honestly all a mech has to do is pet them the right way and a doorwiner's putty, just think of how hard Doorwingers have to work if their partner doesn't have doorwings. Life just isn't fair. And yeah…that's why I'm, well I'm not upset with the new 'World' setting for stories, most if not all of mine will be pulling aspects from several.

Ameri: Thanks! Hopefully you like this one as well.

Turtlegirl: Thanks and here's one more update cause I'm heading to the hospital soon and probably wont be able to update for several days.

Note: I'm heading to the hospital in fiveish hours so wish me luck.

Also if you're ever interested in chatting see my profile, I'll be bored for the next six weeks so yeah….

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Prowl was beginning to get the idea that Prime didn't think he was fit for the job. First he's told to get settled in, despite his brief argument that he was more than ready to begin his duties. Now, in his first day on the roster, he'd been ordered to: "Just get used ta how things run." At least that was what the black weapons specialist had passed along, an order straight from Prime. Were he a lesser mech he might have been annoyed that Prime's forth in command had given him the order rather than Optimus himself, instead Prowl merely settled for a brief twitch of his doorwings and a curt nod.

After all, who was he to question the mech who held the Matrix of Leadership?

That was how he eventually found his way to the security monitoring room. At least here he'd be able to get a look at most of the base, and many of the mechs. Information he gathered here could provide crucial insight and data that could be used later.

"Mornin' Prowler." Jazz commented when the black and white entered. The smaller silver mech was leaning back in his chair, both feet kicked up on the console and hands laced behind his head. It seemed the saboteur was barely paying attention to the screens.

"As I have already reminded you, it is 'Prowl'." Seven times, seven times he'd already corrected the other and it was barely the beginning of his third cycle on the base.

"Whatever ya say boss bot. Whatcha doin' hangin' around here?" His optics flickered from the doorwinger to the screens and back again with practiced ease. Prowl briefly noted that the visor the other had worn during their first meeting was clearly retractable as it was not currently in use. This of course did lead him to wonder if there was any specific perk or purpose to the visor itself, or if it merely served an aesthetically pleasing touch to the other's overall appearance.

One might see this train of thought as the black and white's way of inwardly admitting the smaller mech had an attractive form. Unfortunately attraction to another fell under the field of typically illogical thought processes which Prowl avoided at all costs, so his previous muses had been of a strictly professional manner. Or as others on base were quickly learning, Prowl was just a little too serious for his own good.

Similarly Jazz spared a glance over one shoulder to the black and white, wondering if and just how the tactician managed to hold his doorwings so high all the time. Blue certainly didn't, then again the gunner never would have allowed Jazz to get within inches of his doorwings let alone touch them. That alone set the two similarly modeled mechs apart. In all honesty the silver mech had little more than a curious interest in the Praxus mech Prime had so much faith in. It wasn't as if he second guessed Prime, the opposite was actually true, he couldn't wait to see just why Optimus picked this mech of all those available.

"Prime has ordered me to acclimate myself to how the base operates." If it took several seconds too long for Prowl to give his response Jazz didn't comment, nor did he seem bothered by it.

"Smart move. You can get a good idea of what the crew is like by watchin'em work." His optics narrowed on the twins, currently trying to elude Ironhide, "Or tryin' to get outta it." The silver mech's engine hitched, caught in a brief snort at the horrible attempts at stealth the twins were performing. A disgrace to the Special Ops, to the extent that the saboteur was considering giving them a few lessons…nah, they'd abuse the power. Jazz nearly shuttered at the thought of the twins with infiltration training and boredom; best to let them stumble around on the off chance of Ironhide not finding them.

Another monitor showed the security director heading towards their location, his shift didn't begin for a while but Red Alert was known for working far more than necessary.

"Hey Prowler ya might want to go elsewhere for a bit."

The tactician gave a barely visible frown, "Prime's security director starts his shift in little over a breem. It is best that I meet with every officer to assure a proper chain of command within the base." He didn't exactly like being told to bug off.

"That ain't what I meant-" Jazz wasn't able to finish his sentence as the door slid open bringing the standing SIC nearly face to face with Red Alert.

They squared off for a few seconds, as the room was draped in silence. Jazz would later swear that the silence was so deafening you could have heard a turborat three wrap gates away. Without warning the security officer's emergency lights flashed and his siren sounded. "Just what do you think you're doing here? You haven't been cleared to enter the monitoring room!" Clearly caught by surprise Prowl's own lights flashed briefly, despite the apparently grave nature of the situation Jazz found the sight…well he couldn't really place it so he settled for amusing. "Jazz how could you allow such a breech of security to occur? He could be a spy for all we know!"

In the corner of his mind Prowl realized his own tendency to glitch at illogical situations really wasn't all that bad compared to how the red mech before him was fritzing.

"Prime has cleared me for access to all areas of the base as-"

"Frag Prime!" Red shouted, "I don't care if Primus himself cleared you! I know your type, you're always collecting data with those-" This received a somewhat wild gesture at towards the two paneled appendages resting against the black and white's back, "…those doorwings of yours! I won't have you stealing information to use against us."

"Come on Red, Prime wouldn'a let him on base if he didn't trust him. He ain't hurtin' no body by being in here." Jazz commented; trying to stick up for the black and white, or at least keep Red from melting down, Inferno would not be happy about that.

"Prime has been betrayed by mechs he trusted .73579% of the time! I'm not willing to risk a breech just because he doesn't take security measures seriously." Less than one percent of mechs were double agents, or out for their own gain rather than the cause of the Autobots. An interesting piece of information Prowl stored away for later use, while his processors focused on the more demanding situation in front of him.

"I can assure you that my loyalties-" It was impossible to get a word in edgewise.

"Loyal my aft! If I had my way you're doorwings would be gone! OUT!" Even as he shouted Red was shoving the doorwinger towards the door and straight out into the hallway.

Within seconds Prowl found himself alone in the hall, staring at a locked door that refused to open no matter what over ride code he provided; so much for having access to the entire base. The black and white found it a little annoying that Red Alert didn't trust him and yet Jazz, whose Primus given job was to be a spy, was trusted enough to work in the security office.

His wings twitched. Perhaps he didn't want to press the issue; after all he was rather fond of his doorwings and didn't particularly like the idea of them being forcibly removed until such a time when the red mech deemed his trustworthy enough.

Sometimes it just didn't pay to be new on base.

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