AN: Wow. *blinks rapidly while looking at the screen* Over a hundred reviews. That's absolutely incredible. I never thought this story would be so popular. Thank you so much to everyone out there for all your support, encouragement and witty comments.

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This chapter is dedicated to everyone who has ever taken the time to read, review, favorite, or add this story to their alerts. Thanks for all the continued motivation and support, ideas, etc. Thank you everybody for taking the time to read this.

To celebrate this milestone I thought I would do something, but what I asked myself? Then it hit me. So for all of you out there who enjoyed the bonus scene with Mirage and Hound, if you want to see anything like that again or just have ideas for the story or anything that you would like to see in general, feel free to leave your ideas in a review and I'll see if I can get them into the story somehow. If I do use your idea I'll credit it when I include it. Deal?

Now before I get too emotional here… Enjoy!

Making Sense of the Illogical
Chapter Eleven

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

Prowl was quickly becoming a major distraction for Jazz. The saboteur had spent most of the last two joors thinking about the tactician and running different scenarios on how he could get Prowl to be his.

Had Prowl been any other bot it really wouldn't have been a problem. Had Prowl been any other bot he would have just sauntered quietly up to him, spun him around for a kiss and shift willing and bot permitting, dragged him back to his quarters and engaged in a quick interface session.

But he couldn't, because Prowl wasn't just any other bot.

He was prowl.

And that was a different situation entirely.

Jazz knew that Prowl wasn't very good at emotions and would need to be handled delicately.

He would have to expend a considerable effort to get the SIC into his grasp.

And Jazz was more than willing to take the effort to do that.

Though Jazz knew that he was nowhere near as good as Prowl at formulating plans, he could put some together in a pinch, and in this case he was coming up with a plan for something he really liked to do. Seducing bots.

Or just one bot actually.

Just one stubborn bot by the name of Prowl.

The first step, of course, would be to nail down a Prowl's new routine. Through careful observation and (less than subtle) questioning Jazz had managed to find out that Prowl had completely altered the way that he had done everything over the last couple of orns.

It was confusing to Jazz on many levels that Prowl would do that. Prowl was a mech that liked order and routine and Jazz had never heard of or seen any force strong enough to break Prowl's determination to follow his to the letter.

Prowl just didn't do spontaneity. His processor almost literally couldn't handle the stress that unexpected events caused. Prowl liked the familiar and well-known patterns that he had developed.

He followed the same routines at the same time every cycle, orn in and orn out.

So to have Prowl break with his regular schedule completely was unheard of.

Of course, after having chased him over the last however many joors Prowl had been avoiding him Jazz supposed he shouldn't have been so surprised.

Which only brought up another problem. How to get Prowl to stop running away from him?

The tactician had totally outwitted him so far, even going to the immense trouble of unpredictably rearranging the duty rosters so that he and Jazz were on opposite sides of the base and wouldn't run into each other.

In fact it had gotten so bad that Optimus had been forced to step in and had officially taken scheduling privileges away from Prowl (much to everybot's relief. No mech wanted to a repeat performance of Cliffjumper's screams about the unfairness of it again).

Which removed one obstacle, but left dozens of others.

Countless incidents had shown that sneaking up on Prowl wouldn't work. And asking Prowl outright to meet him hadn't led anywhere productive either.

Despite all his thoughts he wasn't quite desperate enough to take up Wheeljack's suggestion about the twins (tempting though it was), and he didn't know of any other bots who would willingly involve themselves in cornering the tactician (at least not without a liberal amount of high-grade, and he currently didn't have any).

Red Alert wouldn't be any help because of the supposed security breaches that he had caused over the last two orns (though Jazz personally thought that Red Alert was being overly sensitive. So he had hacked into the Hub once or twice. It wasn't that big a deal) which effectively ruled out the security officer and all those bots in the security and communications departments, along with all the scientists (as Perceptor was apparently so absorbed in his work that he actually hadn't been seen in almost three joors-Hoist and Grapple had made more than one attempt to coax him out of his labs with little success).

And nobody in medical would be able to help him either. Even if Ratchet wanted to assist him (and that was a big if) Prowl had enough experience avoiding all the medbots (and enough rank to get away with it) that he would just be wasting every mechs time even broaching the subject. And really what could they do in the end, sedate him?

No, everyone in medical was out as well. As were all the mechs that were under Prowl's direct chain of command in the tactical department. Even Jazz wasn't cruel enough to subject them to Prowl's (rare, but brilliantly explosive when witnessed) ire.

Which left him where? Jazz frowned as he descended down the corridors at a fast clip.

His own mechs might have been willing to help him but unfortunately they were all out on assignment at the moment.

And asking Optimus would be inappropriate. As the Autobots Supreme Commander he had bigger things to worry about than two of his officer's problems.

Coming to a halt in the hallway Jazz resisted the urge to bang his head against the wall in frustration. He was quickly running out of mechs, and ideas.

But what could he do? He couldn't ask any of the mechs on base for help, he couldn't sneak up on Prowl and catch him, the same went for straight out asking the tactician for a meeting, and despite Jazz's determination (and Prime's recent rescinding of privileges) Prowl had effectively outmaneuvered him when it came to both of them being in the general vicinity of each other at the same time.

So how to get Prowl to stop avoiding him? Resuming his walk, Jazz was sure that that question would bug him all joor.

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And it really was bugging him, Jazz reflected intriguingly as he headed back to his office, a lot more subdued than he had been earlier in the joor.

Though his thoughts were only partially to blame for his odd mood. Truth be told he had just had to do something that he loathed with a passion.

Although Jazz had to admit that in the end breaking up with Trailbreaker was easier than he had thought that it was going to be.

Reviewing memory files, Jazz smiled slightly through the maelstrom of dim emotions that were raging in his spark. He and Trailbreaker had been good for each other really. Comforting during the hard times, companions on the battlefield, close friends when needed.

But in the end nothing more than that.

Theirs had been a casual relationship formed out of a mutual need for warmth and company and, apparently, just as easily broken.

Jazz would honestly miss the time he spent with the mech, but inside he knew that this had been the inevitable conclusion to their relationship (if you could even call it that) since the beginning.

Trailbreaker had obviously known it as well because when he had spoken to him earlier in the joor all the defensive strategist had done was quirk his lips in sad understanding before quickly exiting the room.

It was always a little sad breaking up with someone, but Jazz hadn't found anyone that he had wanted to stay with in the long-term. Casual relationships were his thing. Even he was mech enough to admit that he was a bit of a social butterfly who never thought about relationships in the long term.

He valued his freedom enough that he always wiggled his way out of them before the mechs he took up with started thinking along the lines of the more serious relationship aspects.

Which was now a big problem because, Prowl, even if he actually got the tactician to stay in one spot long enough to ask him out, would most likely not want a casual relationship.

Prowl was like that. It was all or nothing with the SIC. Serious or not at all.

And in spite of all his false confidence and views about the tactician, Jazz wasn't sure if he had it in him to do that.

It wasn't, Jazz though fiercely as he retraced his earlier path through the hallways, that he had never contemplated the benefits of having a serious relationship. It was just the dual fact that none of the bots he had decided to hook up with had wanted one, or that he had wanted to commit himself solely to one bot.

And even if he had ever wanted to, who would really want to put up with him for that long?

Jazz enjoyed the first stages of a relationship for a reason. It was always the best time. Softly-spoken words, stolen glances, and multiple-interfaces without the need to get more emotionally attached.

Because once you got attached, then the unpleasantness began.

Get too close and suddenly bots started to rub you the wrong way with their habits and the sheer matter of their constant presence, which led to fights and disagreements, which in turn led to anger and resentment and an eventual break-up anyway.

And that was something that he couldn't afford to have happen with Prowl for several reasons, not the least of which being that he and Prowl were Prime's second and third in command.

Meaning that if they got in a relationship that ended badly, it wouldn't just be them affected, but the entire base and, consequently the entire Autobot faction as well.

Realizing what he had just thought Jazz groaned. He wasn't even in a relationship with Prowl. Yet anyway. And for all he knew he never would be (at least not if he couldn't figure out a way to keep the tactician in one spot long enough to finally figure out what was wrong with him!).

But he was sincerely thinking about it. It wasn't something that he would have considered on his own, but Mirage had a good way of making a mech think.

Admittedly, he had been rather obsessed with Prowl lately (though to his defense it had –started at least-as a combination of worry for a friend, combined with too much free time thanks to being stuck on light duty) and he was already good friends with Prowl as well (or had been until the last four or so orns). But could they be more than that? And more importantly, would Prowl even want to?

He was now free to pursue the tactician since he had just broken up with Trailbreaker, but would Prowl even accept him? Would the tactician welcome that kind of attention from him?

Jazz let out a sigh through his intakes, feeling confused and overcome.

He didn't know how to handle this situation. It was a new one for him. He usually had no problem getting bots to consent to entering a relationship with him. In fact, most were willing and eager.

And forthright. Can't forget forthright. Most of his liaisons were very frank about their thoughts and feelings, letting him know exactly what they wanted.

But as of yet he had no idea if Prowl was willing or eager. And there was no way in the pit that Prowl was ever going to be forthright.

And so Jazz had just stepped into new and unfamiliar territory, one where all his previous experience and all of his previous encounters with mechs meant absolutely nothing.

Though he was always up for some new experiences. And entering a relationship, any relationship, with Prowl would definitely count as a new experience.

But, Jazz thought morosely as he stepped into his office, all of this thoughts and worry were irrelevant anyway, because he didn't have a relationship with Prowl.

Yet, he just had to keep reminding himself. Yet.

But he was bound and determined to change that.

Sitting down at his desk Jazz started to formulate his plan of attack, mentally going over his objectives in his processor.

One: He would have to get Prowl to stop avoiding him. Somehow.

Two: He would need to figure out what was wrong with Prowl in the meantime.

And three: He would need to get Prowl to like him, or at least open to the possibility of dating him.

Now Jazz didn't have Prowl's processor, and couldn't calculate probabilities like Smokescreen but he wasn't liking his chances.

It would be hard enough just achieving one of those objectives. But add all three together and his success rate was quickly being pushed up into the millions.

Jazz sighed and wondered if Smokescreen would be kind enough to give him some really good odds the next time he saw him.

Chuckling slightly at the thought that he and Prowl would probably going to end up as the subject of Smokescreen's next gambling phase, Jazz tried to refocus on the issues at hand.

He was very likely going to have to do a fair amount of surveillance on Prowl to figure out how to tackle his goals.

For one he would need to figure out Prowl's new recharge patterns as well as when he got his fuel. He would also need to convince Prime to arrange the duty roster so that prowl was stationed on duty at the same time and in the area that he was.

He would need to find out how in the pit Prowl kept managing to avoid him and find a way to stop the tactician from doing so in the future.

Then he would also need to round up some volunteers to help him romance the SIC as well as acquire gifts to give to Prowl as well.

Jazz slapped a hand over his visored optics in exasperation. This was getting more and more complicated by the breem.

So it was a good thing that he was up for the challenge.

Yes. Jazz thought determinedly, Prowl would find himself seduced if it was the last thing that he did on this Primus forsaken planet!

-ARK TWO: END-

And so we come to the end of arc two. It's been fun diving into Jazz's processor. I'm not sure I like how this chapter came out (I had to almost beat it into submission), but never the less goodbye we say to Jazz and hello again to Prowl. In any case I hope that everyone liked the chapter (Or at the very least that it made some sort of sense). KG.

*Edited for content, grammar and spelling on July 4, 2013* - Reposted on November 7, 2013*