Okay! Here is chapter 4! I know it is a lot shorter then what i normally write. But I need your help! I will explain at the end on how you can help if you want to. Enjoy reading and please don't start throwing things! Disclaimer is still the same as always I own nothing!

Units Of Time As I Use Them:

Cycle(s) : Hour(s)

Jazz came out of recharge and noticed Prowl wasn't in the berth with him. He rolled over and called out gently, "Prowl?" Jazz listened and he could hear a noise in the back ground. He got up and went to investigate. "Prowl?" He got to the top of the stairs and saw Prowl sitting on the kitchen floor. "Prowl?" He took off down the stairs and skidded to a halt next to his beloved. He sat next to Prowl on the floor and rubbed soothing circles on the tactician's back.

"Shh… It is okay…" Prowl laid his helm on Jazz's shoulder. "Jazz… I don't feel so good." Jazz kissed Prowl's forehelm. "That is what you get when you drink too much. Your systems can't handle it and you purge." Prowl had his helm back over the bucket and he started to purge again. He kept rubbing soothing circles on Prowl's back when he thought of something. "I'll be right back, I promise." Jazz got up, went up the stairs around the corner and into the medicine cabinet in bathroom.

He grabbed a needle from the collection there and went back to Prowl's side. "This is going to sting a little, but it will make you feel better, okay?" Prowl nodded slowly. He didn't want to start purging again. Jazz put the needle into Prowl's arm and he got a moan of discomfort in return. Jazz kissed Prowl's arm, the very spot he had put the needle in and went back to rubbing soothing circles on Prowl's back. Prowl eventually felt well enough that he didn't need the bucket anymore.

Jazz pulled him in his arms and carried him upstairs again. He laid his lover down on the berth and sang a soft lullaby to Prowl. He kept singing until he knew Prowl was deep in recharge. Feeling more awake now, Jazz decided to get rid of the contents that were in the bucket. He cleaned it out then he washed it before putting it back where it had come from. Jazz started muttering to himself, "That is what you get for drinking so much at the club…"

He sighed as he remembered that Wheeljack had drank just as much as Prowl. He wondered if Wheeljack was purging right now, or had he already, or better yet… were his systems not as sensitive as Prowl's? Jazz also then remembered that Skyfire didn't drink as much their lovers had. But Skyfire had definitely drank more than saboteur had. He wondered how much of a helmache the two of them would end up with. He climbed the stairs once again and went back into their berth room. He laid down on the berth and once again slipped back into recharge.

Jazz came out of recharge after a few more cycles. He onlined his optics and saw that Prowl was still in recharge. He kisses the tactician's helm gently and got off the berth he decided to clean up a bit since he wasn't singing at the club tonight. A few moments later there was a knock on the door. Jazz got the door and saw that it was Skyfire. "Hey. How is Prowl?" Jazz smiled a little. "Good, once he stopped purging that is."

Skyfire nodded. "I take it Wheeljack didn't fare much better then Prowl." "Well he didn't purge, but he had this high pitched noise ringing in his audios and he was suffering so I put him under with some meds so he will be out cold for about 4 cycles." "So you thought you could spend time here, to cure your boredom?" "Well if you don't want me here then I will leave. But I figured that Prowl didn't do any better than Jack, so I thought maybe you could use some company or help." "There isn't much left to do but I could always use the company." Skyfire sat on a stool and talked with Jazz while he moved about the room.

A cycle later they were still talking. "Jazz?" "I'm in the living room Prowl." Prowl came down the stairs and smiled softly at Skyfire. He curled up on the couch with his helm resting on Jazz's leg. Jazz was gently stroking Prowl's helm. "That looks so natural." Jazz looked up at Skyfire. "What does?" He pointed to Prowl who was back in recharge while Jazz was stroking his helm. Jazz smiled.

"It feels natural. I love him so much and I never want to stop being able to do this." Skyfire smiled. "I'm sure there will be plenty of times when you will be doing just that. But it still feels strange knowing that he is normally the one doing that to you, right?" Jazz nodded. "As long as we communicate I know we will be able to work through anything that comes our way." Skyfire smiled at him. "That is the Jazz I know." "What do you mean?"

"Jack, 'Hide, Ratchet and I talked about the night you found him in that alley. We could all see that you were falling apart. That no matter how much you said you didn't care. Your body language said it all. It told the four of us the same thing. It told us, at that very moment you were willing to give up everything just to have him live." "Skyfire…" Jazz choked his friend's name out. He didn't know it was going to be this hard.

"Sky… It was hard enough to know that I didn't think I could have him. But as long as he was happy I would have just let it be. But to know that he was on Primus' doorstep… It was killing me, to never again be able to breathe in the same room as him, to never be so close to him. I would have died. It would have killed my spark faster than a Decepticon." Skyfire nodded. "Be happy that not only did he live. But he came back to you." Jazz nodded with tears in his optics.

2 cycles later they were still talking. "I should probably go home Jack will be walking up soon. I am hoping that the ringing in his audios is gone." Jazz nodded and led his friend to the door, gave him a hug and then watched him leave. "He is gone and I know you are awake. How much did you hear?" "I heard enough. Prowl wrapped his arms around his beloved.

"I love you. I love you. I love you so much. It was hard to not start crying on the couch while I was 'sleeping'. I hope to spend the rest of the time I have from Primus, trying to fix one of the biggest mistakes of my life." "We can bond whenever you are ready." Prowl nodded and he held Jazz close. Jazz started to sob and Prowl carried him to the berth room and Prowl held him as he cried.

"Let it out Jazz, let it out." He rubbed soothing circles on Jazz's back. Prowl had an idea. He was going to apologize to Jazz's closest friends. He was going to apologize to Ironhide, Ratchet, Wheeljack and Skyfire. He needed to find a way to fix this. Jazz was broken and it was killing Prowl.

Author's Note: Okay. I hope you all enjoyed that! For anyone who reads this and wants to help, I would like your ideas of how Prowl should go about saying sorry to Ironhide, Ratchet, Wheeljack and Skyfire, and how should he fix the sparkbreak that he has caused Jazz. You can either leave it in a review OR you can PM here on FanFiction! Love to all and thank you in advance to all who choose to help me!