Jazz was gone by the time Prowl woke up the next morning. He didn't have any prior data to compare it too, yet he didn't find himself suprised at the outcome.

Prowl cleaned up the evidence of last night's events and buffed out any new scuffs or dents in his frame. It had been a long time since he had been required to that. Still it would be unbecoming of an officer for him to present in a state of undress.

Prowl knew now from experience that Jazz would appear when he wanted to, so Prowl continued with his daily tasks, happy to distract himself until Jazz was ready to talk.

He did not have the wait too long, for as soon as Prowl left for his mid-day break, he found Jazz leaning against the wall opposite his office.

Prowl did not believe that either of their bedrooms were a suitable location to have their impending conversation. So he started walking to where nobody else would be. Thankfully, Jazz didn't need any prompting to follow him.

Soon they arrived at the smouldering remains of the med bay.

The air inside was still unusually warm, with the stench of acid and burnt flesh still palpable. But nobody except high-command were allowed near it so the chances of them being disturbed were low.

As soon as he confirmed that they were alone, Prowl looked at Jazz expectantly.

The spy took a deep breathe

"Now I probably don't need to remind you of this; you probably got the entire Autobot rule book downloaded into that big brain of yours, but we are not allowed to bang ball bearings with people out side of our rank "

Prowl did and yes it did state that, albeit not using those exact words.

"So since our hook up pool is pretty slim for picking, I've got a proposal for you. That whenever one of us needs to get our brains blown out we can go to each other for some assistance." Jazz suggested, his tone perfectly casual, although Prowl suspected that he must have had evey word of his speech already planned.

Regardless, Prowl considered the offer.

Prowl had not found the experience unenjoyable. Jazz was clearly skilled in regards to matters of the berth. Plus it had succeeded in thoroughly distracting him. And Jazz did raise a good point that their options for out of hours activities were particularly slim.

With all these factors combined, Prowl came to a decision.

"I am inclined to agree with your proposal," Prowl stated. "However, I have on condition."

"Shoot."

"I want you to apologise."

"For what?"

"For assaulting an officer."

Jazz shrugged which was not the conclusion to his eon old trauma that Prowl was expecting.

"Alright I apologise for pushing your partner. I was trying to get away and I probably shouldn't have shoved them as hard as I did. I'm sorry if he hit his head or had some underlying condition or-"

"What are you talking about?" Prowl interrupted.

Jazz tilted his head.

"The reason I had assault of an officer on my arrest warrant?"

"The reason is because you stabbed me!" Prowl ripped off his forearm armour to reveal the cavernous scar that tore down from his elbow joint to his wrist.

"WHAT?"

Prowl was aware of Jazz's skills as an actor. But he doubted that even the spy could fake the raw look of shock then realisation then anger that slapped across his face.

"That fucking-" Jazz spat, before quickly covering up with his usual composure. "Look I know this is going to sound insane but that wasn't me who stabbed."

"But I saw you do it." Prowl protested. "You still have that knife."

"It wasn't always my knife." Jazz stated, clutching his own forearm where the blade was no doubt sheathed beneath his armour. "And I know that they looked liked me and I know I ain't giving you any reason to prove it but you gotta believe that it wasn't me."

There was no logic reason to believe Jazz's story. In fact all the evidence pointed to the contrary. Yet, for some inexplicable reason, Prowl found that he wanted to believe him.

"Very well. I accept your proposal."

"I knew you couldn't resist." Jazz said, putting on that smug smile of his that almost had Prowl reconsidering his answer, before that smile turned genuine. "And for what it's worth, I truly am sorry for what happened to you."

"Thank you." Prowl nodded, grateful for the apology even if apparently had not been Jazz's fault.

The spy waved him off, hopefully about to return to his duties, when Prowl spoke up.

"And thank you, for saving her."


A/N: Sorry they are not together yet but they are getting closer! Xxxxxx