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Now, I've had this chapter sitting on my hard drive for a couple of days and have done my best to edit it, but there still might be some mistakes, my apologies. That and I also apologize if Prowl seems more OOC than usual, though I imagine that at least some people will rejoice at the end of the chapter.
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Making Sense of the Illogical
Chapter Fifteen
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 frowned slightly, going over his to-do list in his head. As the Autobot's second in command, the head of the tactical department, and recently self-appointed replacement security chief he had a thousand and one things to do. And while, realistically, he knew that it would almost take a miracle to actually accomplish all that he had planned for a joor, he always gave it his best shot.
Now however (and in spite of how insistent every pressing thing seemed to be nagging at him) he could only concentrate on one thing.
Jazz.
And that look on his face when he realized that he was on top of Prowl.
Jazz.
He hadn't seen the saboteur in recent joors, and to just have him suddenly land on him like that…
And that look that Jazz had given him…
That look on the saboteur's face had preoccupied Prowl for the last three cycles.
Because if Prowl didn't know better he could have sworn that…
…that Jazz had…
…had…
Prowl's energon flowed to his face as he thought about it.
Jazz had pressed his weight further down on him, trailed one hand slowly down his chassis and Prow would swear that he had almost…
Prowl would almost swear that Jazz had been about to kiss him.
But that was absolutely impossible. There was no way that that could be true. No way that what Prowl had been imagining all this time, or that all these feelings that he had been struggling over, could be reciprocated by the saboteur.
Unless…
Unless…
…could there be a chance that…
…that Jazz…
…liked him?
Prowl's processor blanked, and his systems started to go into overdrive as the ever persistent voices in his head kicked into a cacophony of denials and agreements, all of them split equally down the middle.
Impossible. It was an absolutely impossible thought.
But that look on his face…
For a klick there Jazz had looked completely…
Those attractive hands of his had slid down his body, seeming to just avoid his plating seams and the exposed wires underneath. Those beautifully crafted lips had stopped just short of meeting his.
Prowl groaned at where his thoughts were heading, feeling his spark beat erratically.
Jazz was about the only thing that he reacted that intensely to these days and now he had a whole new set of visual files about the third-in-command to review.
It had been bliss. All the things that Prowl had been imagining over the last orns had played out in real life, but on the floor of all places…
That contact with Jazz had felt good, had felt right.
If Red Alert, Inferno and Optimus hadn't been there…
Prowl finished off his cube, contemplating the situation as it stood.
He liked Jazz (even if he was too afraid to tell him), Jazz, well he might (might?) like him? and…
Prowl heaved himself to his feet.
And where did that leave him?
More importantly, what did he do about it?
Prowl walked out of the door, as confused as he had ever been.
If Jazz liked him…
But it was impossible, wasn't it?
Wasn't it?
-TRANSFORMERS_TRANSFORMERS_TRANSFORMERS_TRANSFORME RS-
Prowl stood outside of the entrance to the Special Operations armory, hesitant about breaking boundaries and crossing henceforth invisible lines, but knowing that he needed help and that they could give it to him.
But he would need to do something soon. He had been given some very funny looks, but he only supposed that was natural, seeing as he had been standing outside this door the last five breems trying to gather his wits, and finalize his plans about what he was about to do.
His resistance broke as the third mech in the last two breems gave him a sideways glance as they walked by on their way to their final destinations, so straightening his limbs and pasting a calm look on his face, Prowl stepped forward and rang the door chime.
Counting down the klicks in his head (thirty-two) distracted him just enough so that he didn't have time to rethink his hasty decision.
It was just that he needed answers, and if anyone was going to have then it was…
Wheeljack was the one who opened the door, much to Prowl's internal relief.
The engineer stood in the doorway, blocking the view inside and tilted his head to the side at the sight of Prowl in the hallway.
"Prowl?" The engineer questioned, curiosity lacing his voice.
Prowl heaved air through his intakes, uttering words that he had never thought he would say.
"Wheeljack, I need your help."
Wheeljack's eyes widened and his vocal indicators flashed a light red.
-TRANSFORMERS_TRANSFORMERS_TRANSFORMERS_TRANSFORME RS-
"So what you're saying," Wheeljack asked after having Prowl repeat the story twice ('just to be sure that he had heard it right') "is that you really like Jazz, but aren't sure that he likes you back?"
Prowl looked down at his lap, stuttering out the next few sentences in a way that he had never done before, looking as lost as a youngling and not at all like the SIC that he was supposed to be.
"I…I think he might, but Wheeljack what if he…"
And the engineer couldn't help it anymore, he broke into uproarious laughter.
"Oh Prowl." Wheeljack drew unsteady breaths into his air vents, trying to control his mirth. "You…" and he gave up the struggle and started outright chuckling again.
After a few breems Wheeljack finally managed to get himself under control and turned his head so that he was looking Prowl directly in the optics.
"Prowl I can honestly say that Jazz is so madly in love with you that even he doesn't know how deeply he feels for you yet."
Prowl drew in a ragged breath of air, optics lightening to a shade of blue that bordered on white.
Seeing that Wheeljack reached over, putting a steadying hand on the tactician's arm.
"Prowl…" but it was too late.
Wheeljack was sure (despite multiple engineering degrees, and his own common sense telling him that it was impossible) that he could almost hear the moment that Prowl's logic circuits overheated and started shutting his systems down from the strain that the SIC had been under lately.
As Prowl slumped unconscious in his chair and started sliding gently to the floor Wheeljack let out a sigh and opened a comm. line to Ratchet. The medic was not going to be happy with him.
-TRANSFORMERS_TRANSFORMERS_TRANSFORMERS_TRANSFORME RS-
Bonus Scene 4
"You what?!" Ratchet yelled as he looked at Wheeljack and Wheeljack barely had time to duck as one of Ratchet's favorite wrenches came flying straight at him (the medic's aim was legendary) at close to Mach speed.
"Ratchet!" Wheeljack complained looking at the new ding in the wall of the armory.
But the medic completely ignored him as he bent down to examine the unconscious SIC.
With a creak of metal Ratchet stood back up and wordlessly gestured to the medics who had accompanied him to carry Prowl up to the medical wing.
Turning around Ratchet looked over his shoulder. "Wheeljack since this is your doing." and the medic completely ignored the protestations that immediately came out of the engineer's vocalizer, "You get to call Optimus and Jazz and tell them that Prowl is out of commission."
Wheeljack's optics widened but Ratchet was equally unreceptive to the engineer's pleas for him not to leave him with that cruel and unusual punishment.
*Edited for content, grammar and spelling on August 21, 2013* - Reposted on November 13, 2013