A/N Just as a heads up, the next few chapters are about the relationships between characters other than Chromia and Ironhide(Bee/Magnia, Jazz/Prowl) Skip ahead to chapter 11 if you want.

Chromia pulled Jazz over to the bench and had him sit down, her optics concerned, "Are you okay? You're not injured, are you?"

"I'm not okay." Jazz shook his helm sadly, "But I'm not injured. At least not physically."

Chromia hesitated and then began to rub his back comfortingly, "Do you want to talk about what happened?"

Jazz shook his helm glumly, but said, "I'm gonna anyways though."

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Jazz had been waiting outside the base where Prowl had told him, listening to some music while he waited.

He suddenly felt two arms wrap around his waist from behind as Prowl leaned his helm against his back, whispering in his audio receptor, "You're not dancing."

"Hmmmm?" Jazz was a little distracted by Prowl's breath on his neck.

"You always dance like crazy to this song."

Jazz grinned; Prowl was right, this was one of the songs that got him pumping. "But Prowl." Jazz said mischievously, "I know how much ya like to watch me dance. I don' wanna get ya all fired up before the evenin's even started!"

Prowl laughed and released him finally, spinning him around so their noses were touching, "I suppose we better get on with the evening then?"

"Exactly." Jazz winked at him, "Ya gotta eat the dinner before ya eat the dessert."

Prowl raised an optic ridge at him, "Did you just refer to yourself as dessert?"

"Maybe."

Prowl rolled his optics and grabbed Jazz's servo, tugging him away into the metallic forest, "Come on, goofball. Time for our date."

Prowl dragged him to a hill with one tree at the top. There was a blanket spread out underneath it, and some cubes of energon. Cybertron's sun was just beginning to set as they settled under the tree, backs leaning against it, as Jazz gazed at the romantic scene before him.

"Prowler...this is perfect." Jazz sighed happily, pulling Prowl closer to him. Prowl snuggled into his chassis and they watched the sunset together. When the sun finally went down, Prowl stretched out on the blanket and pulled Jazz down with him to look at the stars.

Jazz's visor was bright and happy, and he kissed the top of Prowl's helm, "Prowl?"

"Hmmm?" Prowl sighed contentedly

"I-I love you." Jazz felt the tactician bot stiffen against him almost as soon as he said those words.

"Jazz...please, I've asked you not to-" Prowl sighed, "I'm not ready for that."

"I know, and I hate pushin' ya like this, but..." Jazz's doorwings drooped, "We've been together over two years now. When are you gonna be ready?"

Prowl sat up, pulling away from him, "I don't see why you have to be so insistent about this. Why is it so important that I tell you now?"

"Because, Prowler." Jazz rubbed his forehelm wearily, "I wanna know that I mean as much to you as you do to me. That yer not just here for the-for a good time."

"Did you just accuse me of using you?" Prowl sputtered angrily, "Primus, Jazz! You know I would never do something like that! Don't you already know how much I care about you?"

"How am I supposed to know that, Prowler?" Jazz whispered sadly, "Yer so cold sometimes...sometimes I can't even tell what yer feelin' "

"Cold? Cold, Jazz, you think I'm cold?!" Prowl clenched his servos angrily, "You just wait, saboteur boy; you'll see how cold I can be!" He stormed away angrily, tears of fury and sadness stinging his optics.

Jazz stood alone on the hill under the stars, his chassis heaving with suppressed sobs, as he called in a desperately wobbly voice, "Prowler?"

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"I've messed everythin' up." Jazz sobbed, "The date, our friendship, our relationship...I knew I shouldnta pushed him, but I did anyways 'cuz I just had to know."

"Jazz-oh Jazz, no." Chromia pulled him into a hug as he shook, "Jazz it's not your fault. Anybody would want to know if the bot they've loved for two years loved them back."

Jazz just shook his helm sadly, "I don' get why he doesn't want to tell me he loves me. I mean, with me, it feels like it's just explodin' out of me; everytime I see him I want to tell him over and over again how much I love him. I don' know how if he does love me, how he can keep it inside."

"Why don't you go and try to talk to him tomorrow?" Chromia suggested, "He'll be calmed down and maybe he'll explain."

"Okay" Jazz said broken-heartedly, and Chromia led him back to his quarters, telling him to go into recharge.

He looked so much like a lost little sparkling that Chromia's spark practically broke. "Thanks 'Mia." He mumbled unhappily and shut the door.

Chromia's temper flared at seeing a good friend so hurt, and she stormed down the hall towards Prowl's office, intent on giving the tactician bot a piece of her processor.

Of course, she bumped into Ironhide on her way there. Literally. She had to flail her arms frantically just to maintain her balance after smacking right into his chassis and bouncing off.

She rubbed her faceplates and scowled up at him, "Move, Colossus. You're in my way."

"Primus, someone's in a pissy mood." Ironhide raised an optic ridge, "Who are ya on your way to glare at until they spontaneously combust?"

"Wow." Chromia said sarcastically, "I'm surprised 'spontaneously' is in your vocabulary."

"Ya know what, I'm gonna be an amazing gentlebot and ignore that little insult 'cuz I can tell you're stuck in your usual anger rut." Ironhide said smoothly, "Now, who do I gotta stop ya from beating offline?"

"Prowl" Chromia said mutinously

"Prowl?" Ironhide said disbelievingly, "What'd that bookworm do to you?"

"Not to me." Chromia sighed, "To Jazz." She told 'Hide the whole spark-breaking story (excluding the part where Jazz had cried of course, because what are friends for?).

Ironhide was furious, "What? That glitchhead; what a dumb thing to say."

"I know!" Chromia exclaimed, "You should come help me beat 'im up. I bet between the two of us, we'll be able to take him down"

"Wait, wait, we can't just go beat Prowl up." Ironhide shook his helm

"Why not?" Chromia said impatiently

Ironhide narrowed his optics, "Okay 1) He's our teammate 2) He's the second in command, and I'm pretty sure attackin' him is some form of treason and 3) If we get mad at him for what he said to Jazz, he'll know Jazz told you, and he'll be mad at him more."

"Oh scrap." Chromia was quiet for a minute

"And." Ironhide added, "Prowl does care about Jazz; I mean he came out for Jazz and risked his job and everythin' important to him. If they both care about each other, they'll work it out."

"Yeah..." Chromia sighed, remembering how happy Prowl had been that day when she first met him and he told her about Jazz. "Dammit 'Hide." She scrubbed her faceplates with one servo wearily, "Why ya gotta be so rational all of a sudden?"

He smirked, "Somebody's gotta keep yer temper in check."

Chromia rolled her optics but smiled a little, and Firestar choose that exact moment to walk by and see Chromia smiling at Ironhide.

Her jaw dropped and her optics grew to the size of periwinkle marbles as Chromia panicked and said, "No! No, no, no, no!", knowing exactly what Firestar was thinking.

"Yes! Yes, yes, yes, yes!" She cackled gleefully as Chromia shoved her down the hall, away from a confused Ironhide.

"Not a word out of you femme, or I swear I'll weld your lip compnents shut!" Chromia growled

"Is it him?" Firestar asked eagerly

Chromia almost immediately said, "No."

"Don't lie to me Captain; you were smiling at him!"

"So?" Chromia tried to look indifferent, "I smile at a lot of mechs."

"Like who?"

"Ummmm." Chromia considered, "Jazz...and Prowl."

"Jazz and Prowl are gay." Firestar raised an optic ridge, "They're as easy for you to smile at as femmes"

"Smokescreen." Chromia said helplessly, "I smile at Smokescreen."

Firestar rolled her optics, "Smokescreen's like an adorable little puppy. It's impossible not to smile at him. Plus you've never smiled at him with that helm-over-peds-in-love smile you just gave Ironhide."

"Helm-over-peds-in-love?!" Chromia sputtered, "What in Pit are you talking about?!"

"Face it, Chromia." Firestar grinned, ignoring her friend's protests, "Ironhide is, quite literally, the mech of your dreams."

"Not another damn word, Firestar!" Chromia stuck a threatening digit in her faceplates, "I mean it!"

"Fine." Firestar smirked and began humming the tune to "Sittin' in a Tree K-I-S-S-I-N-G.", dancing away down the hall.

"Ugggh!" Chromia seethed, "I'm gonna kill that femme!"

"Why?" Ironhide spoke, suddenly behind her, and she jumped, startled.

"Will you quit sneaking up on me like that?!" She smacked him on the chassis, "Nearly gave me a spark attack."

"Scaredy cat." Ironhide folded his arms over his chassis (Chromia was suprised he could do this considering how massive it was), "What'd Firestar say?"

"Nothing." Chromia said hastily

"Nothing?"

"Absolutely fragging nothing, Ironhide!" Chromia snapped, "Got it?"

Ironhide stared after the blue and silver femme as she pushed past him and strode quickly down the hall. That femme is hiding something, Ironhide thought to himself and then grinned, And I'm gonna find out what it is.