A/N: Yay, I did a thing!

Pointless fluff and maybe some hints of Glideracer or Moonpower, whatever that ship's called. Whatever.

Optimus Prime drove past me two days ago. The actual Optimus Prime truck. The Peterbilt. With flames and Autobot sigils and everything.
It was glorious.

Review if you liked it, yay! Next chapter'll either be something Tron-inspired or another fluffy oneshot.

"Rainbows", in which Jazz stalks, Powerglide is sceptical, and Moonracer fangirls.

Jazz watched as Prowl stalked through the Ark's common room, twitching slightly and with a look edging on crazed in his optics.

"So what's with him, eh?" Powerglide asked. The tall red flyer crossed his arms, pointing.

"Bein' honest? No clue. Been like that all solar cycle." Jazz replied, watching Prowl literally walk straight past Optimus Prime and into a wall.

"I think he's broken." Moonracer put in, coming to stand with the two mechs. She smirked. "Someone must have put a datapad on the wrong shelf again."

Prowl finally noticed Prime diplomatically clearing his throat and turned to face him. The three onlookers watched Prime carefully ask Prowl something, then put a servo on his shoulder. Prowl shook his helm then, suddenly, his helm froze mid shake, his optics widening. He rapidly finished whatever he was talking about with Prime, power-walked across the room, pulled a random datapad from his subspace, composed himself, and nonchalantly perused it.

Prime looked quite shocked, his hand still stuck out.

"Poor Prime." Moonracer said sympathetically. "Eighty stellar cycles and he still has no idea how to deal with Prowl."

"Well, he-hey, does anyone?" Powerglide joked. "The guy's an enigma."

"Mm. Mysterious and handsome." Moonracer replied wickedly. She fanned herself with a servo.

Powerglide gave her a "You're doing that? Really?" look and she laughed.

Jazz tapped his chin. "Ah'm int'rested. Takes a lot to spook Prowl, ya know?"

They looked around the room. "Well, Red Alert just came in the door, but that's about it." Moonracer pointed out. Jazz pondered this new development for a second before snapping his digits.

"Aha! Ah've got it. Ya know that scrap last solar cycle?" he asked.

"You mean the one where Devastator decided we were all playthings."

"Right. So, the jolly green giant decided Red Alert was pretty an' went for her. Ah dunno if you's were lookin', but Prowler suddenly goes full-on Enforcer – Ah'm talking sirens and everythin' – an' just swoops down and pulls her out of there."

Powerglide raised a doubting optic ridge, and Moonracer let out a barely audible "awww" and clapped her servos.

"Swooping in is my thing, ya know?" Powerglide said. "And I still don't get where you're goin' with this."

Moonracer elbowed the jet good-naturedly. "You're hopeless."

Red Alert finally located Prowl's ingenious hiding spot and peered over his datapad at him.

Jazz gripped Powerglide and Moonracer by their forearms. "It's happening. Watch the magic."

"You are far too excited about this." Powerglide observed. "It's a little bit scary."

"Whatever, PG. Do ya even know how much cashola Ah'm gettin' for this?"

Red Alert self-consciously rubbed at the back of her helm. Prowl looked up. "I apologise, Red Alert. What did you need?"

Jazz waited with his intakes flaring. Moonracer and Powerglide waited with substantially less interest.

Red Alert vented, then sighed and stepped closer to Prowl, who cycled his optics perplexedly. "Red Alert?" he asked.

Red Alert suddenly wrapped her arms around the startled Enforcer, whispered a "thank you" and placed a lingering kiss on his faceplate. She pulled away, the blue diodes on her helm flashing briefly.

Moonracer audibly squealed, Powerglide facepalmed, and Jazz fist-pumped in glee. Red Alert looked around, suddenly hyper-aware of the public nature of the room, before panicking and quickly vacating the common room.

Jazz sidled up to Prowl, who was frozen stiff and twitching randomly. "So, thoughts, Prowler?" he asked smoothly.

"She smells like rainbows. Is that even possible? Rainbows." Prowl told Jazz faintly. The Enforcer's legs collapsed beneath him.

"Rainbows." he repeated in wonderment. "Rainbows."

Yes, Transformers have a smell. Don't question me!