AN: *Stretches arms out and yawns lazily* The absolute best thing about vacations (Besides seeing new things of course) has to be all the free time to get things done that have been put off because of work (Like finishing stories).
As always a big, big thanks goes out to all the people who have been kind enough to read the story. I've probably said this more than once, but again I never thought this would be as popular as it has turned out to be.
To marleypup14, Yami-Yugi3, Mirage Shinkiro, MoonstarWorld, Elita One, Time Manipulator, Veritrix, Apocrypha Blessing, Crossfire1205, wolves-fire77, PrancingTiger86, pl2363, flamingmarsh, Hot Rod's Girl, OrianPrime92, Hiezen, and Maraluch. You're always and forever my best inspiration. Thanks for all the comments and reviews.
And now here is chapter sixteen. I'm excited. Only four more chapters to go until the story is finished.
Ciao!
Making Sense of the Illogical
Chapter Sixteen
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 leaned his head cautiously into the med-bay, peeking into the chaos and worried out of his processor at the news that Wheeljack had just delivered to him.
Apparently Prowl had just up and collapsed in the middle of talking to the engineer.
And Wheeljack had been extremely vague about what had caused the tactician to just shut down like that.
So bereft of news and unofficial sources of information, Jazz had decided that he absolutely needed to be in the med-bay to find out what was wrong with his prowl.
His Prowl? That thought made Jazz pause as he turned it over in his head a few times, examining it from a few different angles.
Jazz held no illusions about the kind of reputation that he held with most of the Autobots. He liked mechs and liked being in relationships, but he had never before had the urge (more like an overwhelming need at this point) to claim any of those mechs as his.
He just hadn't had that kind of compulsion to mark any bot as his personally.
So it scared him just a bit that he did have this urge with Prowl. He had never wanted anything permanent before. It was new. It was interesting. It was slightly thrilling.
It was also….
Prowl.
Just thinking about the SIC made his limbs weak and his spark start to beat faster. It made him imagine things that he had never before wanted in his life.
Like a steady relationship with someone.
Tossing his thoughts into an unused data storage bank, Jazz refocused his attention and couldn't help but narrow his optics a bit at what he was seeing.
Jazz knew his emotional subroutines were considered some of the best that existed in the Autobot army because of his laidback nature (especially considering that he was an Ops. operative) but the plain truth was that his subroutines contained an ugly side to them, darker emotions that showed up unexpectedly, and this was one of those times because looking into the med-bay at all the orderly's attending to the SIC all he could feel was worry intermixed with a deep well of jealousy that they were touching his Prowl.
Jealousy that they got to be that close to him.
Jealously that they got to tend to him, caress him, and take care of his needs.
Logically Jazz knew that the mechs weren't doing anything but what they had been trained to do, but his CPU was being very selective about what it processed at the moment, and all it was seeing was mechs touching HIS PROWL!
Jazz let out a primal growl from his vocalizer and fully entered the room, actually causing innocent bots to leap out of his way as he determinedly stomped over to the medical berth that Prowl was laid on, hooked up to wires, monitors and feeds and looking extremely vulnerable.
He had just made it to the berth and was about to reach out for the nearest medic (all of whom had taken one look at him and had exchanged slightly panicked looks) to demand that they tell him exactly what in Primus' name was wrong with the tactician, and for goodness sakes would they get their ugly hands off of him!, when someone came up behind him and grabbed him solidly by the shoulder.
Utilizing vorns worth of honed skills that had kept him alive thus far, Jazz reacted instinctively and spun around, crouched low and knocked his attacker's feet from under him, effectively sending the unknown mech crashing to the ground.
It was only as he got up out of his crouch and finally took in the absolute silence that had descended on the med-bay that he took time to look down at the mech that he had inadvertently attacked.
Optimus Prime was sprawled on the floor, looking up at the saboteur with an unreadable expression on his faceplate.
Jazz let out a very descriptive expletive.
-TRANSFORMERS_TRANSFORMERS_TRANSFORMERS_TRANSFORME RS-
The walk up to Optimus' office was uncomfortable to say the least.
Jazz kept opening his mouth plates, trying to come up with something, anything to say.
To apologize for his actions, to explain himself to his commander.
That didn't mean that he had actually come up with anything thus far, but he was trying his best to formulate an apology that didn't cast him in a negative light.
It also seemed that every mech stationed on the base had heard about his transgression towards the commander as it seemed like they took every excuse that they could to be out in the corridors between the med-bay and Optimus' office.
Stepping into the office, Optimus gestured for Jazz to take the chair on the other side of his desk and sat himself in his seat, before looking Jazz in the faceplate.
"Optimus I…" Jazz began immediately, but broke off when Optimus held up a hand to stop him.
"Jazz." Optimus commenced, folding his hands in front of him on the desk. "First I want to apologize for startling you like that, it was thoughtless of me. I know better."
Jazz gaped at Optimus for a second, before closing his mouth plates and shaking his head.
"Optimus really…" Jazz tried again, but was stopped once more by the commander.
"The second thing I want to tell you, ask you, is that if you could please be considerate enough to hold off on telling Prowl how you feel about him until the next orn, then I'll split my winnings from the betting pool with you."
It took Jazz a few klicks to process what had just come out of Optimus' vocalizer. When he did finally determined that no, he hadn't actually heard his commander wrong, Jazz leapt out of his chair and looked at the Autobots commander incredulously.
"What?!" Jazz choked out, unable to believe the turn that the conversation had taken.
Optimus twiddled his fingers, choosing his next words with care.
"I know that you have been…pursuing Prowl." Optimus stated, not looking at his third in command.
"Pursuing?" Jazz questioned lightly, turning the word over on his glossa, running the implications of the word over in his CPU.
Optimus looked up into Jazz's face again and nodded.
"Yes. I have gotten reports from several sources that say that you have been very adamant about getting Prowl's attentions lately."
And Jazz sat back down into the chair and put his hands over his face place, letting a low chuckle out of his vocal processor.
Lifting his face back up, Jazz looked at Optimus. "Just how many credits are we talking about here?"
Optimus grinned behind his facemask. "Enough for you to give Prowl a very nice time out in Iacon."
Jazz sat back and thought about all the different sorts of things that he could do with Prowl in Iacon and grinned back at his commander.
"Half the credits and one rule free party when I finally tell Prowl to how I feel." Jazz named his terms as he stood up and stretched the kinks out of his joints.
Optimus got out of his seat and walked around his desk while holding out his hand to the saboteur. Jazz clasped it in one of his own.
"Deal. Though if you would be so kind as to avoid harming anyone else in the process…" Optimus agreed, tones of pure amusement lacing his voice as Jazz solemnly nodded his consent as well.
-TRANSFORMERS_TRANSFORMERS_TRANSFORMERS_TRANSFORME RS-
Bonus Scene 5
Optimus looked on as Jazz exited his office and felt nothing but extreme amusement well up in him as he contemplated the thought of his second and third in command being in an intimate relationship.
Surprisingly, the thought didn't make him as apprehensive as some of the other relationships that his mechs had chosen to entangle themselves with.
Opening his comm. link, Optimus contacted Red Alert, knowing that the security director would be overjoyed that Prowl was finally out of the security center.
*Edited for content, grammar and spelling on August 22, 2013* -Reposted on November 14, 2013*