AN: First off, a huge thanks you to everyone who has taken the time to read this story. There are literally no more words to express my gratitude (Really. I think I've used up every cliché by now).

As well, another big thanks goes to everyone who has added this story to their favorites and alerts. Ditto for the words of gratitude.

To Blood Shifter2, Elita One, pl2363, Mirage Shinkiro, PrancingTiger86, Independent.C., Gimme-Chan, flamingmarsh, Hiezen, TammyCat, OrianPrime92, Deepseadolphin11: I'm grateful for all the feedback you guys give me. Thanks for all your support and comments.

Independent.C-I'm so glad you liked the bonus scene.

Now, I have a few things to say; 1. I have finally nailed down the last of the plot for this story and estimate that there will be about twenty chapters total if my plot works out like I have planned, so there should be about seven more chapters (give or take). So to answer Elita One's question: No it's not over but it is close. 2. I am also playing around with the idea of making a sequel to this story. It's tentative, but we'll see how it goes.

I apologize for any mistakes that you may see, I didn't have much time to edit this (I had to swipe computer time to type this up), feel free to point out any mistakes.

Anyway, enjoy.

Making Sense of the Illogical
Chapter Thirteen

Klick-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

Stepping out of his quarters the joor after his talk with Elita, Prowl had to admit that he felt better that he had in orns.

His talk with the femme commander, while extremely embarrassing, had left him with several pieces of very good advice on what to do about his situation with Jazz, even if it had taken her several breems to stop suggesting that he just walk up to Jazz, kiss him senseless and frag the consequences.

But after a good couple cycles of rest and with his processor clearer than it had been in a long time (even the ever present voices were unusually quiet) Prowl was ready to end this runaround that he had Jazz had become engaged in.

Banishing the last traces of doubt to the back of his processor Prowl walked towards the Command Center with determined strides, Elita's practical advice replaying in his memory banks.

"Just pull Jazz aside and tell him how you feel." The femme's voice rang in his CPU. "Even if he doesn't feel the same way as you do at least you will have given him the option of considering you as a potential partner and…" The pink femme stopped talking and looked at him compassionately through the screen for a klick. "And it will go a long way towards explaining your recent behavior towards him."

Nodding silently to himself, Prowl headed down the corridor, determined to talk to Jazz and tell him how he felt.

-TRANSFORMERS_TRANSFORMERS_TRANSFORMERS_TRANSFORME RS-

Determined as he was though Prowl had to admit that putting words into actions was harder than even he was mech enough to admit. It was all well and good to think and talk about doing something, but something completely different to actually do it.

And he was starting to think that he was something of a coward, as he had walked out of his quarters, almost immediately lost his newfound resolve and instead of seeking Jazz out as he had wanted to do, had instead bunkered himself down in his office and had stayed here for cycles passed when his shift for the joor was supposed to start.

The biggest problem (besides his extreme and continuing embarrassment over the situation) was that he still didn't know definitively how he felt for Jazz. This situation had confused his emotional processors to the point that while he thought that he might like (really like-maybe love) the saboteur he just wasn't as sure or confident about it anymore. The second biggest problem was that he wasn't sure how Jazz would respond to him if he told him that he might like him.

Prowl would be the first one to admit that he feared (greatly, greatly feared) Jazz's reaction to him, especially after all the time that he had spent avoiding the third-in-command.

Prowl's door wings slumped and he let out a growl through his vocal processor. This situation was impossible! For all of Elita's good sensible advice, he was just too much of a coward to put her (very simple) plan into action.

In this case continuing on as he had been and maintaining the status quo might be the wisest course of action.

Catching that thought Prowl dropped his head into his hands.

No! No! No!

If there was one thing that he was convinced of it was that something of this situation needed to change. And he would just have to gather the courage to be the one to change it.

It was ironic. He could face the best of Megatron's soldiers without flinching, but he was absolutely helpless in a self-made situation that involved Jazz.

Dropping his hands to bang against his desktop, Prowl narrowed his optics. Enough was enough. This situation had to be resolved one way or another. It couldn't be allowed to continue.

If Jazz were in this situation Prowl knew that he would have taken steps to correct it long before now. The saboteur would never have allowed the situation to continue on to such a degree.

So what, Prowl thought, would Jazz do?

Thinking back on all the times that Prowl had seen Jazz assume command and sort out problems Prowl's processor sorted out the order in which Jazz usually handled things. Observation, followed by a quiet intervention from the background, and if that didn't work then the special ops. mech would step in publicly to resolve whatever problems had come up.

Pushing back from his desk Prowl stood up. Alright then, if Jazz could call upon his training to help him through things, then there was no reason that he couldn't either.

Which meant that he would need to formulate a plan. Which meant that he needed more information.

And the best way to get that information was…

Prowl activated his comms. as he exited his office. "Red Alert?..."

-TRANSFORMERS_TRANSFORMERS_TRANSFORMERS_TRANSFORME RS-

The security director stared up at Prowl with a horrified expression on his faceplate. "You want me to what?!" Red Alert managed to squeak out in appalled tones.

Prowl stood in front of the bank of monitors calmly and with complete military poise (on the outside) and nodded. "Yes."

Red Alert just continued gazing at Prowl before viciously shaking his head, his audio horns glittering slight blue with electricity.

"There's no way that I can trade two orns worth of shifts with you Prowl. The security systems are sensitive and coded specifically to my use. There's…there's just no way that… It would be a major breach of protocol!"

Prowl narrowed his gaze at the red and white bot, and Red Alert actually pushed back in his chair until he hit the edge of the computer console.

"Red Alert" Prowl began in a deceptively calm voice while his door wings twitched agitatedly behind him. "As second in command of the Autobot forces and your immediate superior I am hereby ordering you to trade shifts with me until further notice."

Red Alert's optics widened and he stood up from his chair with enough force to send it spinning towards the door. "That's an abuse of your rank!" The red bot protested tensely.

"Never the less." Prowl said in a tone of finality while straightening up to his full height. "It is done."

Red Alert just stared in horror at Prowl and opened his mouth, closed it because he apparently thought better of what he was going to say and fidgeted on the spot for a moment before running out the doors.

"Prime!" Red Alert's scream echoed down the hallways.

-TRANSFORMERS_TRANSFORMERS_TRANSFORMERS_TRANSFORME RS-

Prowl had to give Optimus credit. It hadn't taken the Prime a long time to order him up to his office after Red Alert had run hysterically out of the Security Center.

Prowl could barely stop himself from shifting guiltily from side to side as the Autobot commander regarded the two officers that stood before him with a serious gaze.

Finally after what seemed liked vorns of silence (though his chronometer told him that it had only been a few breems) Optimus' gaze came to rest on him.

"Red Alert claims that you have been abusing your authority Prowl. He says that you have ordered him to trade two orns worth of shifts in the security center with you."

Prowl held his gaze to Optimus' face as he nodded.

"I did." Prowl replied calmly.

Optimus regarded the tactician over the top of his desk for a klick before turning towards Red Alert.

"Red Alert…." Optimus began apologetically.

Red Alert's optics widened in anticipation of what Optimus was going to say.

"Sir, you can't be serious…"

Optimus nodded. "Prowl's orders stand."

"But…but…" Red Alert whimpered and Prowl could just imagine the many type of paranoid scenarios the security director was already creating in his processor.

"Dismissed." Optimus said cutting off Red Alert while pressing a call button on the underside of his desk and that summoned Inferno (Optimus must have called sometime during the meeting Prowl realized) who burst through the doors and started dragging his spark-mate out the office.

Prowl turned and started to follow the two but paused as Optimus called his name.

"Prowl." Prowl turned his head to towards the commander.

"Yes?"

Optimus looked him straight in the Optics. "Don't hurt him."

Prowl's intakes hitched and the voices in his head started chattering panicked at the words that Optimus had just uttered but he shoved all thoughts and noise aside and managed to nod seriously.

"I don't intend to." He said after a moment of silence, hoping that it conveyed the fact that he was deadly serious.

Optimus studied him critically for a moment before nodding and gesturing to his office doors. Taking the hint, Prowl exited the room.

I also apologize if it seems like I butchered Red Alert. It was purely unintentional. In any case I hope you all liked the chapter. KG. ^_^

*Edited for content, grammar and spelling on August 12, 2013*-Reposted on November 10, 2013*