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"Will you please back off?" Prowl asked as politely as he could.

The mech in front of him offered him a charming smile, which was ignored. "All I'm asking is for you to go to lunch with me. Is that too much to ask?"

"Yes. I've made it plain I don't want to, and yet, you continue to ask." Prowl said, his patience beginning to fray.

"I'm only asking because you tend to eat alone." the other mech said, holding his hands out.

"That's because my friends tend to land themselves in detention. Not that they stay there." Prowl said with a shrug.

The other mech leaped on that. "Oh, is that where they are now? Well, until they get out, why not eat with me?"

Prowl sighed with exasperation. "I've already told you no."

"Come on, once. Is that so much to ask?"

"Yes." Prowl ground out, turning on his heel and stalking off. He froze when he felt a finger run down his right doorwing. "Stop that."

"Why? I've never seen doorwings." the other mech said, trailing his fingers down the doorwing.

Prowl spun, his fist crashing into the other mech's cheek. "I told you to stop." With that, he turned and stalked off.

Jazz was waiting for him at the end of the hall. "Hey, Prowl." he said, giving Prowl a small smile.

"Hey, Jazz." Prowl gave Jazz a strange look. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah. Who was that?" Jazz asked, jerking his chin at the mech still sprawled on the floor.

Prowl shrugged. "Not a clue. He refused to give me a name."

It was at times like these that Prowl wished that he could see the rest of Jazz's face. It wasn't well-known that Jazz was blind without his visor, but without it, he was able to read Jazz a bit better. He couldn't really tell if Jazz was curious, or what.

Jazz shrugged. "Huh. Okay, weird." he turned to Prowl. "Wanna grab lunch?

Prowl made a face. "Please, don't say that. I've heard that about five times in the last four minutes. I'm tired of it."

Jazz grinned. "Sorry, Prowler. I'll try not to ask ya out to lunch. Oops." he laughed as Prowl swiped at him. "Hey! Not nice, Prowler! Not nice."

Prowl grinned and tried again, missing the visored mech by inches. "Hold still, dang you!"

"Not a chance! Ya plan to hit me! I ain't a masochist!" Jazz said, grinning.

Prowl swiped again, and froze. There was a very firm grip on his doorwing.

Again.

He looked for Jazz, and found him staring past him, his entire body tense. Prowl turned his head, and sighed. "Didn't I just knock you on your aft for that?"

Jazz stepped forward. "Jus' who are you?" he demanded, glowering.

The other mech smiled. "My name is Shockwave."

Prowl sighed. "Let me go."

"I don't think I will." With that, he began to try and pull Prowl down the hall by his doorwing.

Jazz crouched, and launched himself at Shockwave, the two of them going down in a cursing, fighting heap. Jazz leaped back to his feet, and backed up, fists still clenched. "Ya all right, Prowler?"

"I'm fine, Jazz." Prowl said, eyeing Shockwave, who was getting back to his feet, glaring at Jazz.

"What was that for, you slagging glitch?" Shockwave demanded.

Jazz stared at him. "I dunno if you're just slow, or what. You just tried to drag Prowl down the hall by his doorwing. Can't imagine why that'd piss me off."

Prowl sighed. "Jazz, breathe. You don't want to go back to the office, do you?"

"I don' care at this point. I care about this slagger man-handlin' ya, Prowl."

Shockwave stiffened. "I was not man-handling him."

Jazz snorted derisively. "No? Then what do ya call draggin' the mech down the hall by his doorwing?"

Prowl stepped into Jazz's view before the fight got worse. "Jazz. Let it go. I'm hungry, and I'm sure the Twins are waiting for us." He shot Shockwave a glare over his shoulder as he ushered Jazz out the door. "Come on." he said, almost shoving him down the hall.

"I'm comin'. You don't have to be so pushy." Jazz said, grinning at Prowl over his shoulder as Prowl pushed him down the hall.

"Yes, well, I don't want you written up for fighting. Again."

Jazz made a noise of protest. "Hey, that wasn' my – ow!" he yelped as he felt Prowl touch a cut he'd gotten while fighting Shockwave.

Prowl frowned as he touched the cut on the ridge of Jazz's cheek. It was still bleeding a little. "How did you get that?"

"Mech has sharp knuckles. It's all right, I got him back." Jazz said dismissively.

Prowl turned Jazz so he could study the damage. There was a cut on his cheek, one bisecting an optic ridge, and a long scratch down the length of his visor. It was a wonder Jazz could still see out of it.

If he could at all.

"Jazz?" Prowl began slowly.

"Yeah?" Jazz said, noting the uncertain tone in Prowl's voice.

Prowl hesitated. "Can you see?"

"Not really. 'S all right, though. I know the way." Jazz said with a shrug.

Prowl sighed. "That's not the point! Why did you jump him?"

Jazz looked at him seriously. "He was hurtin' ya, Prowler. What did ya want me to do? Watch?" he demanded.

Prowl shook his head. "He wasn't hurting me."

Jazz shook his head as well. "Liar. You an' I both know those wings of yours are more sensitive than most. Even Blue's wings aren' as sensitive as yours."

Prowl sighed again, and Jazz gave him an apologetic smile. "I'm tryin' to figure out what to tell Ratch what happened." It was an obvious white flag, and Jazz hoped that Prowl would take it.

Prowl considered for a moment. "I have no idea." he continued walking down the hall. It appeared to have worked. "Did you have training?"

Jazz tilted his head in his version of a droll stare. "I always have trainin'. I don't know when I don't."

"Well, there you go. You could say you did it during your training." Prowl suggested.

Jazz mulled that over. "Yeah. That could work. I'd only get mauled."

Prowl blinked. "By who?"

"The Hatchet. He made me swear to protect this thing with my life." Jazz said, giving Prowl a grin. "Your brother is a scary mech, Prowler."

Prowl rolled his optics. "I disagree. He's not scary in the least."

Jazz gave him a strange look. "Has anyone told ya that you're mistaken?"

Prowl pretended to think for a moment. "No. You would be the first."

Jazz nodded. "Oh, good. Prowler, you're mistaken. Very, very, mistaken. Ratchet is scary as the pit, and ya know it."

Prowl shook his head. "Quit being a baby and go see him. The worst he'll do to you is yell."

"An' when I come back with dents from the pit, I'm gonna point the finger of blame at you." Jazz warned as he headed down the corridor leading to Ratchet's office.

Prowl shook his head, and headed to his and Jazz's quarters. He'd already missed lunch time, so he had a while to kill before his next class. Prowl typed in the passcode, and when the doors opened, he walked in, and stretched out on his berth.

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Jazz scowled. Slagging Shockwave, slagging up his new slagging visor. He continued to mutter like that for another four minutes as he walked down the hall. Visiting Ratchet was fun on occasion, for something like a check-up, but not for repairs.

But that was not what was bothering Jazz. Shockwave had to be dealt with. And he knew how to do it. It was just a matter of getting his accomplice to help. He turned around, and began heading for the other side of the Academy. His visor could wait.

Jazz made it to the other side of the Academy, grinning when he approached his destination. For the most part, he avoided the seekers, Starscream in particular, but he was okay with Thundercracker and Skywarp. He pressed an audio against the door, and smiled when he heard movement from within.

Jazz knocked a couple of times, and stepped back. The doors slid open a few moments later, Skywarp peeking over TC's shoulder. Thundercracker stared in mild surprise at Jazz. "What do you need, Jazz?" he asked.

"Mind if I ask ya a favor?"

"Depends on the favor."

Jazz paused as he thought this over. For all he knew, Shockwave could be friends with them. "How well do you know Shockwave?"

Skywarp answered for both of them. "We hate the mech. He's an overbearing glitch who thinks he's Primus's gift to everyone." he said, his arm sliding possessively over Thundercracker's waist.

Jazz smiled. "Good. Mind helpin' me teach him a lesson?"

Thundercracker's surprise turned to suspicion. "What kind of lesson?"

Jazz's smile turned vicious. "A violent, and sudden one."

Skywarp grinned. "I'm all audios. Come on in." The Seekers stepped aside to let Jazz in.

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Prowl walked through the halls on his way to class. Primus knows, he didn't want to go. Sentinel was a boring and conceited glitch, and he hated having him as a teacher. The only consolation he had was the fact that the Twins and Jazz were in the class with him.

He heard footsteps come his way, and without having to turn, he knew it was Shockwave. "Go away."

"Aw, Prowl, I'm hurt." Shockwave said, neatly stepping into his path, and laying a hand over his spark. "Can't you give a mech a chance?"

"No." Prowl said, trying to step around Shockwave, who moved with him, cutting off his exits.

Prowl opened his mouth to say something, when the whine of turbine engines reached his audios. The whine was getting louder, and it was coming from behind Shockwave.

Prowl's optics widened as Thundercracker and Skywarp grabbed Shockwave by an arm each, and took off, lifting the yelling and screaming mech into the air.

Skywarp glanced over at Thundercracker. "Did Jazz say what he wanted done with him?"

Thundercracker motioned over to the fountain. "Yep. See that over there?"

Skywarp blinked. "The spike at the top of the fountain?"

Thundercracker laughed. "Yes. He wants him dropped onto that."

An evil grin crossed Skywarp's face. "Cool. Ready?"

"Ready." Thundercracker said, not quite masking the amusement in his tone.

With that, they hovered over the top of the spike, Shockwave very clearly realizing what they were planning to do. "Put me down, now! You'll be expelled for this, do you hear me? I will have you kicked out!"

Skywarp looked down at Shockwave. "Tell me if I look like I care." With a nod to Thundercracker, they dropped Shockwave, the spike punching straight through Shockwave's leg. Not enough to permanently damage him, but enough to teach him a lesson.

Skywarp grinned and dropped in front of Prowl. "What did you think?"

Prowl watched in open-mouthed horror. "Sky, TC, you do realize that you could get into serious trouble for that?" he asked when the Seekers landed in front of him.

Skywarp waved the warning away. "It was Jazz's idea. We told him that if it went bad, and we got into trouble, we'd point at him and say 'he did it.'"

Prowl forced himself not to lock up. "And, he agreed?" he asked faintly.

"Yep! He said, and I quote – 'I want that slag-headed glitch to leave Prowler alone. Do what it takes.'" Skywarp said brightly.

Prowl tried to keep from locking up. He did. It just didn't work. His optics faded to white, and he pitched forward, startling TC and Sky, who caught him just before he hit the ground.

Thundercracker looked at Skywarp. "See what you've done? You broke him!" he said, looking down at the offline mech.

Skywarp shook his head. "I did not!" He paused and stared down at the offline black and white. "Should we take him to Ratchet's?"

"Yeah." Thundercracker threw Prowl over his shoulder. "Wait, why aren't we having Jazz do this?"

Skywarp grinned. "Because Jazz is in detention with the Twins. Even if we wanted, he wouldn't be able to take him."

Thundercracker nodded. "Ah. Come on, let's go."

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A/N- And that is the end of another one shot. I actually like the way this one turned out. I couldn't figure out for the longest time how to start this one. well, read, review, and lemme know what you think!