Jazz went to Prowl's office the next day as Chromia had suggested. He was absolutely exhausted after spending the night caught in a vicious cycle of worrying that Prowl was done with him, to reassuring himself that Prowl could never be done with him, to wondering what Prowl's cryptic, "You'll see how cold I can be!" comment meant, starting the cycle all over again.

He knocked on the door and heard Prowl's stiff voice call, "Enter."

Jazz popped his helm in, quickly admiring how Prowl's doorwings were raised in a crisp "V", "Hey Prowl, ya got a sec? I just wanted to, ah, apologize for what I said yesterday…." There was a silence and Jazz plowed ahead, "What I mean tah say is, I shouldnta pushed ya like that. Ya aren't ready, but it's okay because I can wait as long as I have to. For you." Jazz smiled at the tactician bot, who wasn't looking at him, but was sorting through datapads, his faceplates stoic and emotionless, "Prowler?"

When he didn't respond, Jazz realized he was being ignored and laughed nervously, "Is this part of yer whole 'cold' thing? 'Cuz that was just another dumb thing I did yesterday, sayin' that. It ain't true, ya know." He tried to reach for Prowl's servo, but the white and red bot tactfully moved them to his keyboard, pretending to be typing something.

Jazz swallowed the lump in his throat, feeling tears begin to sting his optics again. Not now!, He mentally screamed, We are not going to cry in front of Prowl! Out loud he said unhappily, "I don' know how long ya plan to ignore me Prowler, but I just want ya to know I'm really really sorry for bein' sucha idiot, and….when yer not mad at me anymore, ya know where I am usually."

As he turned around and went dejectedly out the door, that evil little voice in his helm said, 'When he's not mad at us anymore'? I think we mean if. What if Prowl ignores us forever and ever?

Jazz didn't even have the spark to tell it to shut up.

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Jazz couldn't take it anymore.

Prowl had been completely ignoring him for an entire week now. Every time Jazz went to talk to him, his office door was locked, as well as the door to his quarters. The mech was even sending Red Alert to debrief Jazz on his missions, just to avoid talking to him or even seeing him.

Finally, Jazz waited in the ceiling beams in front of Prowl's office until Prowl left the room to go get some energon, swooped down, carefully placed a tiny present and a note on Prowl's desk, and raced back out, done in about 30 seconds. Then he slumped glumly over to the training room to watch Ironhide and Chromia train the younger bots.

The two, thankfully, hadn't told anyone else about the fight, and let him pretty much just sit and watch them train, but others were beginning to notice Jazz's dimmed demeanor. Even Optimus had stopped by, concerned, and asked him what was wrong, why he wasn't his usual cheerful self.

Jazz had responded to the Prime's questions with patient responses such as, "Yes, I'm fine." or "No, Optimus, I'm not depressed er anythin' like that." and "I dunno. He's busy, I guess."

Jazz was, of course, not fine. He was used to waking up with Prowl in his arms half the time, and waking up some mornings expecting that, and then realizing that Prowl wasn't there just made the ache of missing him even more unbearable. He missed holding the tactician bot's servo, and kissing him, and seeing his faceplates light up in that happy grin that he only ever smiled Jazz's way.

He was sitting in the training room, wondering for about the thousandth time that day if this was the end, if his relationship with Prowl was truly over, when Magnia came in holding Ravenblade.

"Hey Jazz." She greeted just as Ravenblade burst out an excited, "Jazzy!" and immediately began struggling out of her mother's arms.

Magnia set the squirming sparkling down and she took off like a bolt of lightning, practically tackling Jazz into a hug.

"Erggh." Jazz grunted, nearly toppling over from Ravenblade's weight, smiling a little, "Hey Ravey."

"I was coming to ask if you would be willing to watch her for a while?" Magnia asked over Ravenblade's two year old blabbering, "I wanted to, um, talk to Bumblebee alone for a little bit. Plus I thought she might cheer you up."

"Sure thing, Magnia." Jazz smiled wanly

Magnia kissed Ravenblade and told her to be good before leaving the still babbling sparkling in Jazz's lap.

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Prowl returned to his office, two energon cubes in his servos, kicked the door shut behind him, and froze.

"Somethings...different." He muttered to himself, casting his optics around the room until he spied a small package on his desk.

He set the energon cubes down and picked up the attachee note, which simply said, "I'm so sorry" in Jazz's handwriting. Prowl could barely read it, the saboteur's handwriting was always so terrible, which made him smile a little before he remembered he was supposed to be mad at him.

Sighing, Prowl opened the package and stared at the contents, before picking them up gingerly. It was a packet of the energon candies he used to enjoy when he was a sparkling, before Cybertron had been destroyed. Where did he even get these?, Prowl thought, a little touched, There hasn't been any working factories on Cybertron for centuries.

Conflicted, Prowl slid the energon candies into his subspace and slipped out of his office, heading towards the training room.

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Ravenblade was still talking a mile a minute while Jazz bounced her up and down on his knee, lost in thought. She had just begun talking a month ago, so now it was just the constant outpour of things she had never gotten to say when she was a baby.

Ravenblade, however, was a very perceptive sparkling, and eventually she noticed that Jazz had barely said a word since she got there.

"Jazzy?" She asked, just as Prowl stopped at the door of the training room, able to see Jazz and Ravenblade while they couldn't see him, "Jazzy, why you so sad?"

"Sad?" Jazz smiled a little, trying to convince the sparkling he was fine, "I'm not sad, Ravey. I'm alright."

Ravenblade was silent for a moment, understanding that what he said wasn't true. Instead she asked, "Where's Prowlie?", figuring that talking about the bot that made her Jazzy so happy would cheer him up.

Jazz's helm drooped tiredly, and Ravenblade put her tiny servos on his cheeks worriedly as if she could hold his helm up, as he said, "Prowlie...is very mad at me."

Ravenblade stared at him sadly for a minute before flinging her little arms around his neck, "It'll be okay Jazzy."

"Oh." Jazz choked, the tears threatening to spill again, patting her on the back, "Thanks Ravey. Thank you." He set her on the floor and stood unsteadily, calling to Chromia through the burning in his throat, "Can you watch her for a minute?"

Without waiting for a response, he turned and walked towards the door, the tears finally cascading down his faceplates, flowing right past his visor as soon as he had his back to them. He hurried out the door, pushing past Prowl, not even realizing who it was, and fled to his quarters.

Prowl heard Ravenblade ask Chromia in her wobbly baby voice, " 'Mia? What's wrong with Jazzy?"

"Nothing babycakes." Chromia sighed, "He just misses Prowl. A lot."

Prowl tipped his helm back against the wall, closing his optics as a wave of guilt washed over him. Maybe I took this too far, He thought, Jazz doesn't deserve this.

Doesn't he though?, Prowl's inner devil voiced its opinion, Remember what he called you? He called you cold, acted like you were emotionless!

He apologized for it though, Prowl argued with himself

But he didn't apologize for accusing you of using him, did he?

No, but..., Prowl stopped, realizing how dumb this was; he'd already made up his mind to at least talk to Jazz and try to work things out with him. He could voice all of his hurt feelings to Jazz, not himself.

Heaving a sigh, he pushed himself off the wall and headed towards Jazz's quarters.