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This chapter is…I don't know where this chapter came from actually. The hidden depths of my mind. Maybe. It just seems a little weird to me.

In any case I hope everyone enjoys it.

Making Sense of the Illogical
Chapter Eighteen

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 stepped onto the landing dock with a groan of semi-locked joints. He had just spent almost a full joor on a small (excruciatingly tiny) transport shuttle and was quite glad to be back at Autobot headquarters in Iacon.

He had found himself distracted enough by his thoughts about Prowl almost to the point of making fatal mistakes over the course of the time that he was checking in on some of his field operatives.

And now after having spent so much time in the field and just as much time on transports being shuttled to different bases on the planet, he was looking forward to being back on one of the few bases that he had ever felt permanently attached to and relaxing a little.

But not too much. He had a list full of things that he needed to do now that he was back at headquarters.

First on that list was recharge.

Jazz frowned a little before sighing and rolling his shoulders a little to loosen the joints. No that was third on the list.

First on the list would be a visit to Ratchet for a full medical check-up since, "by regulation" (air quotes intended), all bots returning from field operations were required to get medical clearance when returning to the base that they were stationed at (and while this wasn't a regulation that he followed to the letter, visiting Ratchet would give him an opportunity to put his processor at ease about the condition that he had left Prowl in).

Prowl.

Just thinking the tactician's name made his systems go into overdrive and his spark start to beat erratically.

Putting his hand up over his spark chamber Jazz heard one of his elbow joints pop faintly and he rolled his shoulders again, happy to note that the joint seemed to have realigned properly.

Ignoring the twinges of discomfort from his limbs, Jazz resumed thinking about his tactician.

Prowl had been on Jazz's thoughts from the moment he had exited the base and his mind had run through different scenarios involving the tactician; ranging from Prowl being on death's doorstep, to how to get Prowl to attend the party that he had managed to wrangle Optimus into allowing, to how he would finally confess his feelings to Prowl.

Confess his feelings…

Would he even be able to do it? He had spent so much time just maneuvering around the SIC and avoiding the issues that to know that not only could he finally tell Prowl his feelings, but that he had Optimus' blessing to do so was scary, but also exciting in many ways.

But there were so many variables. The biggest being the feelings of Prowl himself.

If…no when he finally told Prowl how he felt what would the tactician do?

There was no question that he needed to own up to how he was feeling about the tactician. No question that whatever runaround the two had become engaged in needed to stop. But dare he even hope that Prowl would react positively to his feelings? Dare he hope that Prowl would reciprocate them?

The two of them had been friends for vorns and members of the Autobot army even longer than that, but what he was going to do would alter everything between the two permanently. And maybe not for the better.

Jazz let out a low grunt at his thoughts.

All of this would ultimately depend on Prowl and his reaction. And all of his thoughts were irrelevant until he told prowl how he felt.

Jazz slowly made his way down the corridors towards the medical bay while trying to settle his thoughts.

He had never before wanted something to go as right as he wanted this confession to. He wanted the moment that he told Prowl that he liked him to be absolutely perfect.

Though knowing the bots on this base like he did, that wasn't likely (extremely unlikely) to happen. So he would settle for as close to perfect as possible.

And so…

Coming to the entrance to the medical corridor, Jazz blinked his optics and reordered his to-do list in his head.

Medical check-up with Ratchet. Find out how Prowl is. Pay a visit to the wash racks. Get in some recharge. Plan his party. Confess his feelings to Prowl.

Hearing the doors slide open Jazz stepped into the medical wing slowly with his processor running at incredible speeds, trying to figure out how to accomplish all of the tasks that he needed to do.

-TRANSFORMERS_TRANSFORMERS_TRANSFORMERS_TRANSFORME RS-

Luckily for Jazz his trip to medical hadn't take up too much time from the point that he was admitted to the moment that he was seen and now he was sitting somewhat impatiently on one of the medical berths waiting for Ratchet to tell him that he was free to leave so that he could get the tasks on his to-do list started.

At last Ratchet seemed satisfied and turned off his scanner

"All clear Jazz." The medic announced and sub-spaced his medical tool.

'Thanks Ratch." Jazz said gratefully as he slid off the berth and resumed trying to get rid of the tight feeling that had developed in his joints because of all the sitting that he had been forced to do in the last few cycles.

"Stiff?" Ratchet asked with a professional curiosity.

Jazz nodded and shifted his stance slightly, his leg joint letting out a small cracking sound as he finally managed to disengage one of the struts.

"I've spent most the last orn on shuttles and crouched down in Decepticon bases." Jazz answered with a tired yawn. "They weren't the most comfortable situations. Or the roomiest." Jazz replied ruefully.

Ratchet nodded and waved a hand towards the door. "Well you're free to leave and get in some recharge, though your power levels are down to sixty-five percent so you should probably get a ration of energon as well."

Jazz nodded and started for the corridor, but paused in the doorway.

"Hey Ratch?"

Ratchet looked up from his files.

"Yes Jazz?"

Jazz paused for a moment, wondering if he even wanted to ask his question, but decided that he needed to know, if only for his own peace of mind.

"How's…" Jazz's speech stumbled a bit. "How's Prowl?" He finally got out hesitantly.

Ratchet shot Jazz a curious look before letting air out of his vents.

"Prowl was discharged the joor after he was brought here and except for a few aches in his processor he's absolutely fine."

Jazz let out an audible sigh of relief before waving his hand in thanks and exiting the room, all the while going over his to do list in his head once again.

Get energon. Hit the wash racks. Recharge. Find Prowl and make sure that he's okay with his own optics so that he can finally put his processor to rest. Confess feelings.

And not necessarily in that order.

-TRANSFORMERS_TRANSFORMERS_TRANSFORMERS_TRANSFORME RS-

Stepping into the upper levels of the base Jazz rolled his joints again, futilely trying to get the last few kinks out of his rigid limbs, almost convinced that he would never move freely again.

Hearing footsteps, Jazz lowered his arm with a creak and turned around to find out who was behind him.

Seeing who it was, Jazz crossed his arms and frowned slightly at their antics.

"And just what are you two up to?" He inquired as Sunstreaker and Sideswipe entered audio range.

Sideswipe jumped and removed his gaze from where they were very firmly glued to the floor while Sunstreaker looked away from where he was intently studying the walls and both blinked their optics at him simultaneously.

"Hey Jazz." Sideswipe said brightly as if they hadn't just crossed paths under semi-suspicious circumstances.

Jazz dropped his arms and shook his head at the two, trying to decide if he really wanted to spare time to deal with them after already having endured a joors worth of sitting on a (very, very cramped) shuttle and a cycle in the med bay.

Coming to the decision that he honestly couldn't bring himself to care about what they were up to he looked at them with a frown.

"Don't bother Sideswipe. And I don't even want to know what you're doing, just make sure it doesn't get me involved in any way."

"Knowing Red Alert, he's already tracking us with his security system." The red twin said in an unconcerned tone, "but we honestly aren't up to anything. Except…" Sideswipe trailed off and sidled up to the saboteur, throwing an arm around his shoulders.

"What's this we hear about you and Prowl?"

"Prowl?" Jazz looked at the red bots face, once again wondering where all the time that he had spent as the head of Special Ops. had gotten him if he couldn't even predict what conversation topics were going to come up with the mechs that he was most familiar with.

First Optimus Prime and now sideswipe. It was acutely embarrassing that they had both managed to surprise him as much as they had.

"Yeah. And something about a party?" Sideswipe continued on while Sunstreaker unobtrusively sidled up to his other side and wrapped another arm around Jazz shoulders, effectively locking the Special Ops. officer in between them.

Jazz took a klick to contemplate what the twins could possibly be up to and where exactly they could have gotten their information.

Closing his optics Jazz shifted slightly, trying to loosen their hold. "I don't even want to know how you two found out about that."

"Ratchet told us." They intoned at the same time in the same unapologetic mischievous tone.

Jazz scowled at the two and tugged harder, still trying to free himself from their grip.

"Ratchet needs to learn not to blab." Jazz said, his lack of recharge, lack of energon and anxiety over wanting to see Prowl finally getting the best of him.

"Oh don't be like that. We want to help." Sideswipe said solidly.

"But first," Sunstreaker finally interjected into the conversation, removing his arm with an expression of disgust on his face "You need to visit the wash racks. Primus , when was the last time you cleaned yourself?"

Jazz shrugged (setting pain off along his spinal relays) and before he could answer found himself being hauled bodily towards the nearest shower area.

"Just leave everything to us Jazz." Sideswipe continued on as he helped pull Jazz down the corridor "This party will be one you won't forget." The red bot promised.

"That's exactly what I'm afraid of." Jazz mumbled resignedly, but allowed himself to be dragged off by the two frontliners.

-TRANSFORMERS_TRANSFORMERS_TRANSFORMERS_TRANSFORME RS-

Bonus Scene 7

Stepping away from the wash racks after seeing Jazz off Sideswipe was almost rubbing his hands in glee, his mind already going over everything that he would need to do to get the base ready for the type of party that he had in mind.

Grabbing his twin he led Sunstreaker towards the supply rooms, voicing aloud all the ideas that he had for the party.

"We'll need fireworks, decorations, music, and high grade. Lots and lots of high grade." The red bot informed his twin as the descended the corridors at a fast clip.

I hope this chapter came out okay. Anyway only two more chapters to go. Yay! Can you feel the excitement?

*Edited for content, grammar and spelling on November 1, 2013* -Reposted on November 16, 2013*