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After the door hissed closed, Prowl turned around and let out the air in his vents.
"I'm so sorry Jazz…" he whispered to his empty office. He then continued to his desk and sat down behind it. "I'm sorry…"
He had to, he said to himself over and over. For the others, for Optimus. He couldn't fall in love with an officer in the middle of a war.
'That's right…and doubt Jazz even likes you back…' a voice said inside of his processor. He let more air out of his vents and picked up a data pad on his desk. His optics flickered through the lines, but he read nothing. All that was on his mind was Jazz.
Something about the saboteur made his spark beat faster. Maybe because Jazz wasn't like him. The saboteur was loud, adventurous, wild, daring…all things he was not. He was calm, collected, quiet, logical, control. But regardless the difference, he still fell for the visored mech. And also, Jazz seemed to care about him.
At first, he just needed help with Earth customs and culture, but then the TIC would come and visit him, play tactical games, go on drives, and listen to less beatful music with him. They were a pair of opposite mechs.
He placed down the data pad and propped himself up with laced fingers.
Jazz…
He shuttered his optics off and thought back on the rescue mission.
When he heard that Jazz had been captured, he thought his spark stopped for a nano-kilk. He had to do something to get Jazz back, even if it risked his own spark. When he found out secondly that Mirage had been injured, it was he who opted to go. It took a couple of days to fit the Electron Disruptor on and working, and once that had been finished, he left immediately. It had taken a few more days to find and get into the base. After he had gotten in, gotten Jazz, and was shot, Skyfire, who had been posing as a Decpticon, rescued them from there. When he saw how bad Jazz had been beaten, he wanted to rip the spark out of the Decpticons. They had beaten him severely; it had been horrible to look at. When they were walking and he pulled Jazz out of the way and close to him in his arms, he didn't want to let go. He wanted to protect Jazz at all cost. After they had been shot, Prowl had remained onlined a little longer. Starscream's smirk continued, which made him utterly infuriated. He wanted to blast that smirk right off. But he went into stasis, fortunately for Starscream. When he awoke in the Med Bay, he was relieved to see Jazz alright and repaired. But it was then he had realized the ultimate danger. What if they had been bonded, and Jazz had been killed? That would have meant Prowl wouldn't have lasted much longer. It was then he knew that the infatuation must stop. He could not be in love with Jazz, and Jazz couldn't be in love with him. He left the Med Bay, without waiting for Jazz to wake up, and returned to his work.
Prowl then shuttered his optics back on and picked the data pad back up. He actually began reading it this time and signed the bottom, where it was designated for him to sign. He placed it down and picked up another one. He had been half-way through it when the alarms sounded. Then Optimus's voice passed through his comm.-link.
//Prowl…need you out front…Decpticons…//
The SIC sent back, //On my way Prime…// He got up and rushed out of the office. He hurried down the halls. When he reached the intersection of a hallway, Jazz flashed through his processor.
Jazz…I wondered if he is okay…
'Don't worry about him…what about your friends?' the voice said. Prowl agreed and continued running down the hall. He finally made it to the entrance/exit of the Ark and saw the melee. He soon joined in on the brawl, but Jazz rested near on his processor.
Jazz ran all the way to the Monitor Room. He stopped at the open doorway and peered in.
Screens were displaying places around the Ark, and one screen, the main large one, showed the fighting just outside the entrance of the volcano. Seated in the two chairs, watching the brawl, was Inferno and Red Alert.
"Red, Inferno, what's goin' on?!" Jazz demanded.
"Jazz!" both mechs cried out, turning to face him. The saboteur briskly stroded in to get a better look at the screen. Both red mechs turned back forward, and they all three continued to watch.
"What's happenin'?" the TIC asked.
"Decpticons Jazz, and it doesn't look to good for us…" Inferno replied, then turned his helm, "but…Jazz?!" The firetruck noticed the absence of the Porsche. He turned his helm back around and continued to monitor the battle.
Jazz instantly left when he heard that battle wasn't going good. He ran down the halls, thinking.
Got to help them…Prowler too…
As he ran down the hall and passed through an intersection, another mech ran into him. Jazz stumbled back and shook his helm.
"Oww…" he muttered.
"Jazz, where do you think you are going!"
Jazz cringed and looked up at the mech he ran in to. It was Ratchet.
"I was…"
"You weren't going to fight, right?" Ratchet asked, optics narrowing.
"Um…well…" Jazz began, scratching the back of his helm and producing a lop-sided grin.
Ratchet let air out of his vents and said, "Jazz, you can't go and fight just after you've gotten repaired!" Jazz frowned.
"But Ratch'! What if they need me?!" Jazz pleaded. Ratchet just shook his helm.
"Prime knows of your condition, and he isn't going to allow you getting re-injured" The CMO stated, and the TIC let his helm drop.
What about Prowler…
That thought whirled around in Jazz over and over, in till a gasp broke his thought process. He jerked his helm up and saw a worried expression on Ratchet's faceplate. Then the black and white mech heard Ratchet say 'Understood, I'm on my way.' The red and white medic then turned and began running back down the hallway he had original came from. Jazz, at that moment, was confused, and then ran after the medic.
When he finally caught up with Ratchet, he asked, "Ratch', what happened?"
"Injured" was Ratchet's only reply.
"Who?!" Jazz asked, worriness lined his voice. Ratchet didn't reply, and Jazz's worriness kept rising. Scenes of his friends hurt or dying flashed through his processor as he ran with Ratchet.
They were getting closer to the Med Bay, and Jazz asked again who it was, but they had already reached the Med Bay. Ratchet ran in, and the saboteur stopped at the doorway, staring at the mech on the repair berth. Ratchet began barking orders and began to work on the injured mech. Jazz just stared in shock, shaking slightly.
On the repair berth was Prowl, doorwings missing and Energon bleeding out.
"Prowl…" Jazz muttered, optics widen behind his visor.
"Slaggit! We're losing him!" Ratchet yelled. The red and white mech glanced over and saw Jazz just standing there in the doorway. "Go Jazz!" Jazz didn't move. "I said GO!" Still the saboteur didn't move. It wasn't in till Wheeljack came over and ushered him away till the black and white mech actually move.
Jazz slowly walked back towards his room.
Prowl…Prowl is injured…dying…
Those same thoughts repeated over and over in his processore. He stopped in the front of his door and pressed the keypad. The door hissed opened, and Jazz paused.
What if prowl doesn't make it? What will I do? I didn't get to tell him that I liked him…
He slowly ambled in, and the door hissed shut behind him. Then he made it over to his berth and sat down on the edge.
Prowl…
A tear fell into his lap. Soon another followed and another. A sob escaped his vocalizer, and he laid down on his side to cry himself into recharge.
Prowl rested in the darkness. It felt soothing. No pain.
He had been in pain before the darkness. A Decpticon had shot him. He didn't know who though. So, he continued to rest in the dark abyss, but something was pulling at him.
'Forget about it…' a voice rang out in the dark. '…just rest forever here…' Prowl thought about it and it sounded good.
No more pain…
'Yes…no more pain…' the voice agreed. Its voice lulled him farther into the darkness.
But the pull was back and was a little bit stronger this time.
What is it…this pull…
'Don't worry about it…'
Prowl though about the statement and decided against it. The pull felt so familiar to him, like it was about something or someone he knew. Someone or something dear to him.
What…who…
Then a thought managed to get through the darkness. He felt the voice shrink away from the thought.
Ja…zz…
Then the darkness that surrounded him faded away.
So yeah…took me a week to finish…but I am done with this chapter!! HURRAY!!! Next chapter will be the final chapter…and what will happen? You'll just have to wait and see!
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