Lair of the Twisted Muses requested this a while ago and I finally got round to doing it, goodness me!

Anyway, please enjoy!

Reversal

"Ya've really gotta stop doin' this."

It was intensely frustrating. Being interrupted, that was.

Prowl looked up from his datapad, glaring at the intruder. Jazz glared back with just as much venom, cocked hips with his arms folded across his chest.

"Ratch' told meh to get ya out, or he'll come do it."

Prowl ignored him and just looked back down at his datapad, reading the final sentence before signing it off and placing it onto his done pile. His shift had ended at least a joor ago now, but he still had so many datapads to get through…

"Prowl! That's enough!" Jazz exclaimed as Prowl picked up another one, beginning to online it. The saboteur snatched it out of his hands, making Prowl narrow his optics at him until they were just a slit.

"Give it back." He hissed, leaning forwards to swipe it back. Jazz childishly held it away from him, shaking a finger.

"Nuh uh, this can wait."

"No it can't!"

"This one ain't expected till next week, Prowler!"

"And I'd like to get it there ahead of schedule!"

"Which would speed up nothing! C'mon, you've gotta refuel."

"I can refuel later."

"You haven't had anything today at all."

Prowl immediately looked away, knowing that he'd been caught out. He'd hoped that Jazz would think that he had refueled, but obviously he was not easily fooled.

"Ya really spend too long workin', surely there can't be that much." Jazz commented as he put the pad back on the 'unread' pile and tugged Prowl out of his chair. Prowl begrudgingly allowed him to and followed him – not that he had much choice, considering Jazz still had a firm grip on his arm – and he released a sound as close to laughter as he got.

"Would you like to do my job?" he asked sarcastically. He wasn't expecting Jazz to give it some thought before answering.

"Ah guess Ah could give it a shot."

And so, that was how Jazz found himself sitting in Prowls office, three joors after his shift had officially ended the next cycle.

He was pretty sure the desk wasn't meant to be swaying like that – or was that him? His tanks had long since stopped growling at him and now there was a constant dull ache in them instead.

He already regretted his decision. No, he really couldn't do this.

He was finally on the last datapad. Finally. The end. He'd finished! He almost didn't take in a lick of what the datapad was saying before scrawling a crude rendition of his signature at the bottom and allowing it to clatter onto the finished pile.

Prowl, who had come in precisely when his shift was meant to end, sat in one of the chairs opposite and watched Jazz furiously work with a satisfied smirk on his face, watching him over the top of the datapad he had brought with him. Unknown to Jazz, he had completed a few of the datapads for him, as he knew that otherwise Jazz would be in here until the next duty cycle started and the madness would start all over again.

"So." Prowl said once Jazz had leaned back in the chair and dramatically threw his head back whilst groaning, "What did you think?"

Jazz groaned again and allowed his helm to smack against the table, refusing to move.

"Don't let meh do this again."

Sorry it's so darn short, but my wrist is starting to act up again.

~Llama