AN: Wow, I am just blown away as to how receptive people are to this story. Five reviews for the first chapter. All I can say is thank you to everyone who gave this story a chance and read it. An extra special thanks goes out to Ailiya, Hot Rod's Girl, PrancingTiger86, Jessie07, DitzyMusicLover for their reviews. I always mean to answer reviews and somehow never get around to it. So please don't take it personally if I didn't, I'm just terrible at answering them. It is very much appreciated. So thank you so very much for reviewing the story.

A couple of things that I need to address:
The first one is that Altihex, the city mentioned in here is a name I got from Transformers WIKI and so, it obviously isn't mine.
The second thing is the voices (and you'll know what I mean when you read the chapter). Don't ask me where they came from. I just happened to type it and decided to roll with it, so sorry if it seems like I butchered Prowl in the process. I just hope I didn't get him too out of character. Feel free to point out if I did.
Also, another thing. The story is set pretty much in Generation One for anybody who's wondering and I did change the summary to reflect that.
And lastly: Disclaimer (And I forgot this last time too didn't I ): Obviously I don't own transformers, It belongs to Hasbro, Marvel, and anybody else I may have forgotten.

And with all that out of the way (I think I got it all)…. Thank you all again and I hope you enjoy the chapter.

Making Sense of the Illogical
Chapter Two

Klick- About One Earth Second

Breem - 8.3 Earth minutes

Cycle-One Earth Hour

Joor – One Earth Day

Orn - About Two Earth Weeks

Vorn - About 83 Earth years

Jazz's return to the base an orn later (mission successfully completed) eased something in Prowl's spark that the SIC couldn't put a name too.

He was relieved that Jazz had finished his mission and returned safely and Prowl couldn't honestly say what he would have done if something had happened to Jazz (not that he hadn't been almost constantly contemplating that scenario and many others).

In fact, the plain truth was that the tactician had spent every single moment of the time that Jazz had been gone (four orns, six joors, two cycles, and a breem) thinking about the saboteur and every single possible thing that could happen to him (three thousand, fifty three hundred, twenty-eight if anyone bothered to ask).

So to see the black and white saboteur saunter proudly into the base and place his report calmly onto Prowl's desk made the second-in-command almost giddy with relief.

Prowl's first reaction to seeing Jazz standing there (after the giddy relief) was to inquire after any injuries he may have gotten (none, thank Primus).

His second reaction (followed quickly by his third) was to grab the saboteur by the shoulders and kiss him senseless (in that order). Prowl quickly squashed those reactions (and the voices that protested when he did) before he accidently acted on them and settled for thanking Jazz for his report instead.

Taking that as his dismissal Jazz turned around and exited the office, leaving Prowl free to once again admire his nice aft in the process.

The debriefing two cycles later proved to be a bigger challenge for Prowl then even he had been expecting. By simple virtue of rank he was seated on Optimus' right side and thus directly across from Jazz (Primus help him).

And though Prowl didn't like to admit it, the way that Jazz was talking (so smoothly and sensuously) and gesturing (wildly and emphatically) were sending prowl's (already weak) processes and inhibition into overdrive (as they usually did these joors) and it was getting harder and harder to ignore the voices in his head that were telling him to just jump the third-in-command and kiss him already.

A ridiculous thought Prowl knew, (especially since he and Jazz were both in a room full of the Autobots top command element) but there it was and no amount of telling his processor to shut up (and having to ignore how irrational telling his own processor to shut up sounded) had driven the voices away. Prowl was almost seriously considering checking himself into the medical center to have Ratchet do a full neural scan just to make sure that it wasn't an actual glitch in his mainframe.

All his internal struggles would have to wait though as Optimus had turned toward him for his tactical analysis of the situation.

"Prowl, any thoughts?" His leader asked.

(Oh he had a lot of thoughts at the moment, especially about a certain saboteur, but now was not the time or place to voice them).

Prowl mentally wrung out his mind and glanced down at his data-padd full of (half-hearted) notes before standing up and gesturing towards the middle of the table where a layout of Megatron's most recently destroyed base was suspended over the table in all its glorious (and now gloriously destroyed) three-dimensions.

"The destruction of Megatron's new base does little in the long run." Prowl began, making any number of mech's in the room slump their shoulders at the tactician's scathing review.

"Aww, come on Prowl. It can't be that bad." Someone piped up from the back of the room.

In answer to the quip Prowl turned toward the table and hit a button on the console which replaced Megatron's base with the autobots most up-to-date tactical information about the city-state Altihex.

"This" Prowl pointed to one of the red highlighted dots surrounding the blackened city-state, "is the base that Jazz destroyed."

"And these," Prowl now pointed to the green ones, "are the new bases that have been developed while Jazz was on his mission. For every base that we destroy the Decepticon's build three more to take its place. In this instance the Decepticon's have a tactical advantage. Megatron's bases get closer to our defensive zone every orn and there is little that has, or can be done, to stop him."

Prowl sat back down in his abandoned chair and gazed with serious optics at the display on the table.

"If Megatron manages to breach our military border then it is very likely that he will target Iacon." The words 'and destroy it' went unspoken but hung sharply in the air none-the-less.

There was an uncomfortable silence in the room for a breem before Jazz's voice chimed into the thick quiet.

"Man Prowl, do ya know how ta kill a victory meetin'."

Grateful chuckles at the interruption met Jazz's cheek. In response Jazz beamed around proudly at the assembled bot's.

Seeing this as his cue, Optimus cleared his vocalizer.

"Alright mech's that will be all for today." The autobots leader turned to address Jazz.

"Jazz, good work on your mission." Optimus turned towards Prowl.

"Prowl, I want you and Jazz to get together before the next meeting and work out some scenarios for tightening up the border around Iacon." Both black and whites nodded their heads at their leader in understanding.

"Everybody else is to make sure their units are doing their patrols and reporting any activity, however small or insignificant it may seem." Acquiescing nods came from every part of the room.

Seeing that, Optimus spread his hands and dismissed the assembly, much to everyone's apparent relief.

As Prowl was getting up from his chair he found his gaze drawn inexplicably towards the recently returned saboteur. The voices were screaming at him, telling him to say something, anything, to the handsome mech, commanding him to keep the third-in-command in sight just a breem longer.

"Jazz!" Prowl found himself screaming involuntarily over the noise.

Jazz turned from where he was conversing in the corner with two mechs and looked at the second-in command inquiringly.

"Yeah Prowl?"

Prowl could only gaze at Jazz for a minute as he waited for his mental processes to catch up to his vocalizer. Finally prowl managed to clear arrange his thoughts. Holding up his data-padd Prowl gestured to the door.

"We will meet in my office in two joors to discuss the tactical situation." Prowl replied.

Jazz's visor flashed blue before he signaled his acceptance of the plan to the SIC and exited the room with his friends, leaving a disappointed (and frag-it he didn't understand why) tactician standing in his wake.

*Edited for content, grammar and spelling on May 30, 2013*-Reposted August 13, 2013*