And here is the second chapter of Shadow! I would like to thank Gamedreamer for reviewing last chapter!! THANKZ!!!
So…in this chapter you get to see what happen to Jazz and Prowl…heh heh heh…I am not telling you anything! You have read and find out!
Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers…T^T…
Shadow. Darkness. Nothingness.
Whatever you wanted to call it, that is where Jazz was. He could not see anything in the world of blackness.
Where am I? What happen…
A shot rang out in the darkness.
Oh right, Decpticons…
He looked around in the dark nothingness.
But what about Prowl?
A voice then spoke from the darkness.
'Why do you care if he is okay?' it asked.
Jazz began to ponder about it and replied, He's ma friend… There was a pause from the saboteur, and then he continued on, I care about him.
It was the voice's turn to pause, but it soon replied with, 'But does he care about you?' Jazz want to scream at the voice, to tell it that the tactician did, but he didn't. I mean, a friend wouldn't come and save you, risking their own skin, for nothing, is what occurred to Jazz. But then something else also arose. Doubt.
I…don't know…
Truly, now that he realized it, that maybe Prowl didn't consider him friends. Maybe, the SIC just saved him for the sake of the Autobots, since he was TIC and head of Special Ops.
No…Prowl always, well most of the time, played tactical games with me, and took drives with me, and even, sometimes, listened to music with me…he wouldn't do that for the cause…he would do that because we are friends…
Jazz felt smug that he proved the voice wrong, but that didn't last long.
'But does he consider you as a friend?' the voice asked. Now, Jazz was rendered speechless.
Does Prowl consider me a friend…
Jazz was about to answer that the tactician probably did, but he didn't get the chance. The world of the shadows became filled with light. Voices started to speak.
"Coming…out…recharge…Jazz…okay…"
It's Ratchet…
Ratchet, with Optimus Prime standing next to him, stood next to the berth. He had just informed Optimus that Jazz was coming out of stasis and that the saboteur was fine. Then, the visor of the black and white mech began to glow blue as it came to life. A groan escaped the mech's vocalizer, and he began to sit up.
"Jazz, how are you feeling?" the CMO asked. The TIC looked at the red and white mech and rolled his shoulders.
"Been better Ratchet…" Jazz then abruptly stopped and gasped. He reached up and felt his neck. It had been repaired. Then he realized, after checking his frame, that everything had been repaired. Jazz then looked back at Ratchet and smiled. "Thanks Doc!"
Ratchet grumbled and replied, "Don't thank me just yet. I still have a couple more scans to do to see if you can leave." Jazz nodded and looked towards Optimus as Ratchet completed the scans.
"Sir, how long was I captured? And how long have I been out?" Jazz asked. Optimus didn't reply in the next instance. The red and blue mech looked at Ratchet, who met his optics and nodded, and then back at Jazz.
"You were gone for a little over a week. We were all worried. And you were here in the repair bay for a couple more days" the Autobot Commander said to the Head of Special Ops. Jazz looked down at his newly repaired servos that rested in his laps.
"And Prowl?" the black and white mech asked. Optimus glanced at Ratchet, who glanced back, and then looked back at Jazz.
"He was the only one who knew how to work Mirage's Electron Disruptor, and he opted to go and rescue you." Then Optimus placed a servo on Jazz's shoulder plates, which caused the black and white mech to look up and see the smiling face-plate of the larger Autobot. "But don't worry, he's fine." A sigh of relief washed through the TIC's frame.
He's alright…Prowler's alright…
"Done" Ratchet stated, and Jazz looked over at him, then to Optimus.
"Does that mean I'm free ta go?" Jazz asked the medic. Both mechs nodded, and Jazz got up and began his way out of the Med. Bay. Only one place was in mind for Jazz.
A Little Later On…
As Jazz walked toward his destination, he had been stopped by various mechs, who all said either 'Good to see you back Jazz' or 'Hope you are feeling alright.' He nodded and said that he did and continued on. He was only stopped three times for a conversation.
First, it was Blaster, who had given him a new CD as a 'Get Well' present. He thanked the boombox mech and continued on. Bumblebee was next, and the yellow scout want to see how the Porsche was feeling. Jazz reassured him that he was fine and continued on. Third and lastly were the twins. They asked if he was ok, which he replied that he was, and said that they were planning a new prank and if the saboteur would join in. Jazz shook his helm and said that he didn't want to get in trouble after just getting out of it. The twins nodded and understood. Then the black and white mech headed off, towards his original designation. After walking for several more minutes, he finally made it.
Man…walking and talking feels good when ya haven't been able ta for about a week…
Then the TIC reached up and knocked on the door.
KNOCK. KNOCK KNOCK. KNOCK.
Jazz waited a little bit and then knocked again.
Odd…Prowl usually answers his door after the first knock…
The door then hissed opened and revealed Prowl, but something seemed different. He had an emotionless faceplate, and his doorwings were stiff and crested upwards. Jazz paused and just stared at the mech that saved him. The saboteur was about to speak, but Prowl beat him to it.
"What do you need Jazz?"
Jazz paused and then replied, "I just wanna to tell ya thank ya for savin' ma life." Prowl stared at him, then glanced away.
"It was nothing," he glanced back at Jazz, "is that it?" Jazz was taken back on how stern and serious Prowl was acting, well more so than usual.
"Well, I was also wondering how you were?"
"I'm fine Jazz. But I need to get back to work" Prowl answered.
"Oh" Jazz muttered, and he looked down at the ground between him and Prowl, then he looked back up. "Well, how about tonight we can go driving'?" Prowl shook his helm.
"I'm sorry Jazz, but I'm going to be busy all day and night."
"Oh…" Jazz felt a pang in his spark, a pang of disappoint. He really wanted to make it up to the tactician.
"I'll guess I'll go."
"Alright, see you later Jazz" Prowl replied. Jazz nodded and the door hissed shut.
I wonder what is wrong with Prowl?
Then he walked away, still thinking about the tactician.
Later On…
Jazz walked absently through the Ark's hallways, still getting used to walking, hearing, and seeing. Also, on his mind, was Prowl and how the tactician acted.
Wonder what was wrong…
A frown deck Jazz's dental plates. He continued on, till somebot called out his name.
"Jazz, wait up Jazz!"
Jazz stopped and half-turned to see Bluestreak, who running towards him. The young Gunner finally caught up with the saboteur, and both mechs began walking together.
"Hey Blue'" greeted Jazz, putting on a weak smile.
"Hey Jazz! Glad you're back and well. We never gave up hope, and knew, once Prowl got you back, that Ratchet would fix you back up. He's good at his job. Then again, he isn't CMO for nothing. And-" rambled the black and grey mech.
"I get'it Blue'. I get'it" the black and white bot interrupted, the small frown returning to his dental plates.
The black and grey Datsun glanced over at the Porsche and asked, "Is something bothering you Jazz?" Jazz didn't reply right way.
"Just something troublin' ma mind…"
"Hmmm…maybe you should go see and talk to Smokescreen. He might be able to help, since he is specialized for that kind of things and-"
Jazz stopped the black and grey mech and said, "Thanks Blue'. I'll do that."
"Okay Jazz and-"
But the TIC was off before the Gunner could finish.
Jazz walked up to the psychologist's office door. He took in a deep intake of air and then knocked on the door.
"Come in" came the Gambler's voice from beyond the door, and it soon hissed opened for the saboteur. Jazz paused and then walked in.
Inside were a desk, filing cabinet, a chair, and a berth, which was next to the chair. The blue Datsun was currently filing a data pad away, but he soon stood up and turned to face Jazz.
"'Ello Jazz, what's wrong? Have a seat." Jazz nodded and sat down on the edge of the berth. Smokescreen, on the other hand, leaned against the desk. "So, what's the matter Jazz?"
Jazz paused and looked down at the floor.
"Well, somethin' is buggin' ma mind…" the black and white mech replied finally.
Smokescreen hummed and asked, "What is this 'somethin'?"
Jazz was silent, then replied with 'It's really someone.'
"Prowl?" the Datsun asked, and Jazz instantly looked up.
"Why would ya say that?" the Porsche asked, a little bit of worriness crept into his voice. Smokescreen chuckled.
"Lucky guess…but what is bugging you about Prowl?" The Gambler's optic ridge rose.
Jazz once again looked down at the floor and exhaled a small amount of air from his vents.
"Well, after the rescue mission…he acted different…but…" Another cycle of air passed through the mech's vents and he twined his digits together in his lap.
"But, I don't know why he is acting like that and why is it affecting me so…I mean, we are friends…nothing more…" The last of Jazz's statement died off, and the pang in his spark chimed again.
Friends, that was all they were. But maybe, Jazz thought, we wanted to become more than just friends. Maybe…
"Jazz," Smokescreen began, and Jazz looked up, "do you like Prowl? More than just 'friends'?"
Jazz stared at the other with wide optics. Smokescreen, Jazz admitted, was good at picking and choosing the rights things about mechs.
"I…I…"
Do I? Do I really? I mean he's strong and tactical…and those doorwings and Chervon make him seem so refine…and…
The realization clicked in his processor. He realized that he did care about Prowl, he always had.
Jazz gasped and replied the blue and yellow mech, "I…think I do. I think I like Prowl, more than just friends." The words came out, and he couldn't take them back. He knew now there was no turning back. He liked Prowl.
'But would Prowl like you back?' the voice inside his processor said.
"Then Jazz," Smokescreen began, which snapped Jazz's attention back to reality, "you should tell Prowl how you feel." Jazz stared at him, then nodded.
"Yeah, I should." The Head of Special Ops. got up and began out. "Thanks Smokey!" He waved over as he left, and Smokescreen waved back. The saboteur was about to step out of the room, but stopped. "Hey Smokey," Jazz turned, "what it is called when a little voice tells you about bad things that could happen?"
Smokescreen pondered a minute about the question and replied, "It's called the 'Shadow of Doubt' or the 'Voice of Doubt'. It often tells us about what is wrong or warns about would the consequence of our actions could prove bad. Also, it points out the possibility of the negative actions. Why do you ask Jazz?"
The black and white mech replied, "Just wonderin'." Then he finally left the office and towards Prowl's office to confront him and tell him his revelation.
I hope Prowl doesn't reject me…or stop being friends…
He had been walking down the hallway when suddenly the alarms went off.
"Decpticons are attacking the base!" came Red Alert's voice over the intercom. system. Jazz then sprinted towards the Monitor Room.
Wow…managed to get this done…I had written it done, along with the other chapters, but something inside of me told me to change some stuff…which altered other stuff…which caused me to prolong finishing…which then I finally got my aft in gear to finish! *INHALE* so…finished it! And thankz again for the review of last chapter!
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