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{these mean flash backs}
Units Of Time As I Use Them:
Joor : 1 Day
Orn : 1 week
Metacycle : 1 Year
"So I have some free time this morning. What did you want to do?" The Praxian thought for a moment. "I want to know what went through your head the day you left." Jazz sighed. "Of all things we could do, you want to talk about one of the worst days of our life?" Prowl kissed the saboteur. "Nothing you say to me will change how I feel about you. But it has been making me wonder." "You're sure you want to know all of this, Prowl?" He nodded. "Very well then…" He started to explain what had happened.
{"Hey Jazz?" The bot turned around and smiled when he saw it was his lover. "What can I do for you, lover?" He was given a glare. "What have I told you about saying that out in public?" Jazz frowned. "Everyone here knows we are together. So what is the difference?" The tactician never answered. "I'm busy, can you take these to Wheeljack and tell him that his invention needs to be done by the end of the joor?" Jazz looked at the data pads in his hand and was about to say something when he realized that Prowl was already half way down the corridor.
He sighed and headed for Wheeljack's lab. The door slid open. Skyfire smiled at him. "Jack, you have a visitor!" Wheeljack came out and smiled at his friend. "Hey! Wait… What is wrong?" He handed the data pads to Wheeljack. "These are for you. I was told to tell you that you're most recent invention needs to be done by the end of the joor." The inventor sighed and frowned realizing that his friend wasn't going to tell him what was wrong.
Sensing his bonded was starting to worry. Skyfire gave him a soft smile and nodded. "Hey Jazz?" Jazz looked up at Skyfire with the best fake smile he could give. Both knew that it was just a show, one that didn't fool Skyfire at all. "It is Prowl isn't it? Whatever is wrong; please know that you can tell us." That was all it took before Jazz fell to the floor in sobs. The inventor and his bonded ran over and rubbed soothing circles on his back.
"Oh Jazz… What happened?" Jazz had started to explain, through his sobs, about the incident in the corridor earlier, about how when he asked if the tactician if he ever wanted sparklings he would change the subject and tell Jazz that he has to get back to work and then would ignore him, he also explained how he wasn't recharging in their quarters anymore. He wasn't talking to him unless he needed a favour. "I love him so much, but I can't do this anymore!" Jazz started to sob again. "Shh." Skyfire tried to calm him down.
"I'm quitting." Skyfire and Wheeljack were shocked; Jazz had said that with no emotion at all, like he didn't care anymore. "Jazz…" "Don't try and talk me out of it. I can't do this anymore. I can't stand this anymore and I can't stay here if I can't have him. I'll be moving back to old place. You know where to find me if you ever need me or want to hang out." Jazz got up off the floor. "It has been a pleasure working with both of you." He went to find Ironhide. On his way he used a spare data pad that he kept with him to write out his letter to Prowl.
He finally found Ironhide. He was in the break room, along with Ratchet. They were talking. "Hey Jazz!" Ironhide waved. Jazz bowed. He knew something was wrong. "What is wrong, my dear friend." "I need you to give this to Prowl." "Why can't you give it to him?" Ironhide had asked not looking at the content on the data pad. "Because I am quitting and don't even think about talking me out of it. I'll tell you the same thing I just told Wheeljack and Skyfire. I'm moving back to my old place in case you ever need me or want to hang out with me. It has been a pleasure working with the both of you." Jazz bowed and left the room.
He left for Optimus' office and entered without knocking. "Jazz what is wrong?" "What makes you think that there is something wrong?" "You have never entered my office without knocking." He nodded. "So I ask again. What is wrong?" He bowed. "Nothing is wrong, sir. I just wanted to say to you that it has been a pleasure working with you." Optimus looked up from his desk and frowned. "Jazz?" The TIC was about to be an ex-TIC. "Sir, I quit. I'll be gone before the end of the joor." Optimus opened his mouth to say something but nothing came out.
Jazz bowed one last time. "Feel free to ask Prowl tomorrow why I am gone and if he won't tell you, Wheeljack and Skyfire will. Have a good day sir. I wish you and your team the best of luck." Optimus nodded. "Jazz? If you ever change your mind, feel free to come back." Jazz nodded and left. He went to his quarters and placed all of his personal stuff in to a box. He gave the quarters one last sweep and when he was sure that he had all of his personal belongs he left.}
Prowl pulled Jazz into a hug. "I'm sorry I made you feel that bad. That was never my intention. Jazz, I loved you so much then and I still love you that much, if not more, now. It was never my intention to make you cry or quit the team. I never wanted you to suffer." Jazz nodded was curled in to Prowl. He refused to move because he didn't want Prowl to let go of him. After awhile Jazz moved so he was laying next to Prowl on the berth. He sang a soft tune and Prowl eventually drifted in to recharge.
That Afternoon Jazz had left Prowl home and had gone to spend some time at the club and was teaching his band some new songs. After that he had plans with Ironhide. "HEY!" Jazz smiled and turned around. "What's going on?" "I got done early then I thought. So I thought I would meet you here." "Well I am done. I was just putting this stuff away." "Need a servo?" "Sure." The two of them finished putting the equipment away. "Thanks for helping." "Anytime. Ready to get a drink?" He nodded.
They started drinking some high grade before Ironhide started asking the questions. "So how is Prowl?" "I would say he is doing better." "Do you think he likes being in that house all by himself?" Jazz sighed before replying. "I wouldn't assume so, but I am not him. Maybe he is quite happy having the house to himself so he can think without anyone bothering him." Ironhide frowned. "What is wrong? We're good friends, you can tell me what is bothering you. Can't you?" Jazz nodded before continuing. "It is hard. Every time I fall in to recharge I keep seeing that night over and over again." "The one of him in the alley?"
"No. The night I left him. The night I left the letter for him, the night I quit the team without even a second thought. Every time I fall in to recharge I see those images and part of my spark dies knowing that I did something like that." Ironhide could see that his friend was beating himself up over something at had happened a metacycle ago.
"Jazz, You had every reason to leave him, you had every reason to leave him the letter. Only a cruel bot would leave without any type of reason or explanation. Everyone understood why you left the team. Were we sad to see you leave? Of course. But we understood why and that is what matters. Jazz… It happened a metacycle ago. You now have him back, he is in your home. Waiting for you and you alone. You should be happy right now."
He nodded. "I am..." "Then why are you letting this get to you?" "I ultimately fear that one day I will wake up and this will all be a dream and that he is not in my life anymore." Ironhide thought for a minute. "Maybe you should tell Prowl all of this." "And what good would that do?" Jazz finished his high grade. "Jazz, he loves you. He isn't going to leave you. I hope you get that through your think helm."
Jazz and Ironhide continued to talk until it got late and then they went their separate ways. Jazz thought about what he could say to Prowl. He need to word it a little differently. He did want to scare his future bond mate. Jazz realized 'Hide was right. Prowl loved him and he loved Prowl. So then why was he so scared? Then it hit him. He had so easily left Prowl the first time. What made him think he wouldn't do it a second time? His spark twisted in agony at the thought of leaving Prowl. Jazz went home and climbed on to the berth with a semi-recharging Prowl.
"So when did you want to join the team again?" Jazz sighed. "Are you really that desperate to get yourself killed? You tell me your happy with your life yet you are so desperate to get yourself killed. You are unbelievable!" Prowl only laughed lightly as his lover walked out of the room frustrated. It wasn't that he was wanted to die so badly but he had been stuck in this damn house for 2 days with nothing to do. He thought he was about to lose his processor.
Prowl stopped laughing when he realized Jazz was serious. He got of the berth and chased after his beloved. "Jazz! Wait! I didn't mean it like that!" Jazz stopped, turn and looked at him. "Then what did you mean?" Jazz waited for an answer and Prowl sighed. "It is the fact that I have been stuck in this house for 2 days, doing nothing and you have been going out hanging with our friends, how is that any fair to me?" "Prowl, I don't understand." "I mean I am left here by myself and you are out having fun." Jazz walked close to him and his optics softened. "You think I am having fun without you? You think I am having fun knowing that deep down you are suffering?"
Prowl could only shake his head. "I leave you here not because I want to. I leave you here more for the fact that I have to. I know that if I leave you here you will get recharge, meaning you will heal faster, meaning that we can spend more time with each other and more time with our friends, without having to worry if it is too much for you." Prowl pulled him in to a kiss. "Has anybot ever told you, you talk too much?" Jazz laughed. "I have been told that more than once." Prowl kissed him again.
"I am sorry that I assumed you were trying to get rid of me. I am sorry that I assumed you didn't want me to spend time with our friends." Jazz nuzzled his chestplates. "I have already forgiven you. You are my weakness Prowl. I can't stay mad at you for long. I can't stand to see you suffer." Prowl nodded and pulled him back toward the berth room.
"On second thought. Maybe I need a few more days of berth rest and someone to take care of me…" The ex-SIC winked at his lover. Jazz caught on very quickly and added, "You know… I think that is the best idea I have heard this orn. But the only person I can think of, for the job is really busy…" "What do you think it would take to get him un-busy?" "I think some begging might do the trick…"
Author's Note: WOO! Another chapter done! I hope you all enjoyed it. Please review and tell me what you think! One Last shout out to warperchick and Daklog73 for the amazing reviews and I want to thank, MyNameIsLoki for sending me an email. Thankyou for all your kind words! Love you all! Until next time!