Jazz onlined with a start. His remaining sensors pinged dully off the stone walls, confirming what he already knew with absolute certainty. He was still in the Decepticon Brig. He must have offlined again in the last session with the Cons. He loved pushing their buttons with his smart replies, egging them against each other and distracting them to no end from their objective of collecting intel from him. He also hoped they would take the brunt of their anger out on him, saving his badly damaged Prowl from punches and kicks and interrogation techniques which might easily be fatal. And speaking of Prowl…
Jazz turned his aching body over slowly, scraping sparks on the hard floor with a resounding screech. He stilled for a moment, fearing his movements might summon a guard for more Con fun, but the door remained firmly closed and he heard no foot steps in the hall outside. He continued rolling over to his other side, just until he caught glimpses of black and white plating in a space beyond his own shell. There was Prowl, Jazz signed with relief to see his friend back in the cell and seemingly no worse for wear. Not that he had much plating left undamaged or energon left undrained, but he was still intact and the low humming from his systems told Jazz he remained in the world of the online.
Unfortunately, Jazz also could see Prowl's body was currently strewn face first in a puddle of some dark liquid, possibly his own spilled energon or something worse. And the foul liquid was seeping into his intakes and gurgling around his mouth plates. His primary fan had taken on a harsh rattling sound from the harmful liquids, prompting Jazz into action. He knew Prowl needed whatever recharge he could get for his self repair systems to do their work. But continuing to breathe in those contaminated liquids was doing more harm than the recharge was doing good. And besides, another spider had built spider's webs between Prowl's injured doorwings, and he couldn't allow that indignity to stand either.
Jazz briefly puzzled as to how a tiny organic spider found itself living happily on the underwater Con base, but then let the train of thought side away with a dark chuckle. If Prowl's sensors had been working, having a spider's web on his doorwings would be driving him crazy. Even now, if he onlined to find such a web it might crash his logic circuits, which he really didn't need to deal with on top of everything else right now!
In the end, Jazz gently reached up, snagged both spider and web, and relocated them to another place in the brig. Then he reached over and shook Prowl, calling his name softly.
"Come on Prowler, you gotta get up! You're getting' all sorts of gunk in your intakes, and Ratch is gonna chase ya with a wrench for that for sure!" Jazz grew more concerned as neither his words nor actions roused the other mech.
Well, it looks like I gotta do this for ya, Jazz thought. He hoisted himself to a sitting position near a wall, and drug Prowl's helm into his own lap. This allowed them both to recharge and kept Prowl out of the puddle. And since they were now leaning against the wall farthest from the spider's last know location, he hoped it would keep Prowl web free for a bit longer. And with that Jazz offlined his optics and felt his processor drift away.