Fill for prompt number 4 is chapter 10 of Divisions.
Title: Look Pretty
Rating: K
Continuity: AU G1 post-war
Characters: Prowl, Sunstreaker, Jazz
Disclaimer: Don't own
Prompt: 5. Setting: a detailing shop or car wash
Sunstreaker growled. "It's horrid. Horrible. I can't stand it."
Prowl regarded the yellow Twin with a dry look. "It is not that bad."
"It's awful."
The black and white Praxian vented heavily and looked down at himself. He had, admittedly, let his paintjob go a bit after the end of the war. He was busy as Optimus's administrative aide, and… well, Jazz liked him however he looked. He did occasionally polish up for his lover, but…
"I suppose I could have kept myself up a bit better," the former tactician murmured.
Sunstreaker snorted again. "More like there's no way you could have let yourself go any farther."
Prowl rolled his optics. "So what can you do?"
Dark, almost purple optics examined him for a long moment, running critically over his frame. "Well. I'd have to start with a complete removal of all old paint, then give your armor a good sanding, then I'd give you a coat of primer nannites, then we can add the programmed nannites and do a final buffing and waxing, an-"
"You know what? I don't care. Just get me looking as I did before."
Sunstreaker smiled. "Of course. May I ask the reason for this overhaul?"
Prowl shifted. "Jazz and I have an… anniversary coming up."
The smile stretched into a wicked smirk. "Alright, then. Let's get started."
Three joors later, after much work, Prowl stared at himself in the long, floor to ceiling mirror. His armor gleamed, the red and gold highlights even brighter than they had ever been before. His black armor shimmered in the bright light, and his white armor positively glowed.
Sunstreaker stood off to the side, regarding him happily. "There. Now you look decent."
Prowl turned to face him and smiled softly. "Thank you, Sunstreaker," he said, and gave a small bow. "You have no idea how much this means."
The former frontliner snorted. "You're paying me. Thanks for your business."
Prowl twitched his doorwings as his smile widened. "Still. Your work, as always, is exemplary."
"Whatever. Everyone know's I'm the best. Now, scat, my next appointment will be in soon."
Prowl did as asked and left the studio. A few breems later, another black and white mech wandered in.
"Jazz. Was wondering when you'd get here."
"Sorry, was held up by Sides. He seemed really in'trested in givin' me some o' his new high grade for 'old time's sake'."
Sunstreaker grinned. "He likes you. You're honest about the stuff. Now, get over here. Gotta make you look pretty for Prowl."
The ex-saboteur grinned and followed the detailer into the shop.