Transformers Fan Fiction ❯ It�s Now or Never ❯ Chapter 11 ( Chapter 11 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Disclaimer: All Transformers characters belong to Hasbro. Any made up characters were created by me. This has TF Slash.

Summery: (2007 Movie verse) After thousands or more Earth years, Jazz's bond mate had been missing, and many thought dead. It wasn't until after the battle of the All Spark, when Jazz's bond mate was found.

Parings: Prowl/BarricadeXJazz

“blah” - Normal human speak
“blah” - Cybertronian speak
blah - thinking

It's Now or Never
By Pharaoh-Yami

Chapter 11

Prowl woke up in a holding cell. He looked around, and assessed his condition. He knew he only had one major injury and a few minor ones. He was still tingly from the paralyzing shock of the attack. "J-Jazz...you okay...?" He looked around and gasp in shock. Jazz wasn't with him! This got Prowl very worried. He looked around frantically, slowly trying to stand. His body shook and he fell back to his knees. The knock out blast still had his circuits fizzled. "...Slag..." Just as he was about to try again, a happy Starscream came up to him

“Well well well…” he smirked.

"...S-Starscream..." Prowl growled "...W-Where's Jazz?"

"Not here. We only captured you," he sneered. "For all I know he's with your stupid scrapheap 'friends'." Prowl glared at him. Starscream just laughed. "Soundwave, get him out. It's time we had a little 'talk'."

"...I-I'm never going to tell you...a-anything..."

"We'll just see..." Starscream sneered, kicking him as Soundwave dragged him out. He was dragged down the hall and taken to the Interrogation room. Prowl tried to struggle free.

"Escape, impossible," said Soundwave. Starscream just laughed. He was forced onto a metal table and restrained.

"Y-You Decepticons will be sorry..."

"You'll be long gone when your friends arrive," Starscream smirked. He went over to a tray of devices, picking up an electric staff. "Tell me all the weakness of your puny scrapmetal friends!"

"...I-I will never tell..." Of course Prowl was calling Jazz through their bond.

Jazz's spark ached with pain as he road back to base in the back of Ratchet. "Of course not. I don't REALLY need to know that anyway. Give me all the security codes to your base!"

"...N-Never..." Starscream sneered angrily before using the staff on Prowl's left arm. Prowl screamed in pain, still trying to call out to Jazz through their bond. J-Jazz...!

I-I know Prowler... I... I promise I'll come... J-Just hang on... I-I'm too weak right now...

"Now...let's try again. Tell me the security codes to your base!"

"...N-No..." He growled in annoyance, using the staff on the same arm. It fried any and all circuits, rendering it numb and useless.

"I WANT the location of your base and all the security files, filthy Autobot!" he screamed, getting right in Prowl's face.

...P-Please...h-hurry Jazz.... ...I-I don't know how long...I-I can take this...

Hang on baby...

"Tell me Slag it!"

"...B-Burn...i-n the pit..."

"RARRRRGHHH!" Starscream roared as he threw the staff down. He went back over to the tray and picked up a dropper with acid in it. He came over with a smirk and dripped some on one of his doorwings.

Prowl scream in great pain, his doorwings were the most sensitive part of him. ....J-Jazz....!

I...I c-can't... I...p-promised...you I...wouldn't do anything...wreckless...anymore... I-I'm too weak...from the attack...to save you... I-I...c-can't...break that promise...

...I-I don't...c-care now... -screams in great pain-...P-Please Jazz....!

- - -

Hang in there baby...please... "RATCHET! We have to go back!"

"No Jazz, we need to get you to base first and fix you up."

"It's Prowl! I can't take it anymore! My spark...our bond..."

"Jazz, you need to be fixed up." Ratchet said "You are in no condition..."

"...Someone...someone has to go back for him..."

"I promise, we'll find him, Jazz." said Optimus.

"...Please...hurry..."

- - -

"TELL ME YOU PIECE OF SLAG!" Starscream cried as he started dripping acid on the other door wing. Prowl was just screaming in pain, but never said anything more. "SLAG YOU! Soundwave! Extract the information by FORCE!" Soundwave came over as Starscream stomped out. "Tell me when your done. I have PLANS for him," he said as he left.

"Yes Lord Starscream." Soundwave came over to Prowl's head, withdrawing a connection cord from his helm. Prowl looked shocked, and very scared. He forced the cord into Prowl's own, delving into his processor. He sighed in frustration as he came across many strong firewalls. Prowl's head began to ache as Soundwave slowly began to hack his locks.

...J-Jazz...h-help me...

- - -

Please...hang in there Prowler...it's going to be okay... "Optimus! You have to go now! Who knows what they're doing to him!”

"Ironhide, have you pinpointed where the Decepticons are with Prowl?"

"Yes. We can send a team right away."

H-hang on Prowler... Th-they're coming...

...J-Jazz....

It's okay, baby... Optimus and Ironhide are on their way... I...I have to...go back to base...with the doc bot...

...J-Jazz... -crying in pain-

P-Prowler...please...hold on... Don't give up...

- - -

Prowl fought against recharge wanting to claim him as he kept Soundwave at bay. Soundwave stopped in surprise when he came across the Barricade battle files. He downloaded them and the bits of information he COULD gather and decided the files he had were enough to please Starscream. "Lord Starscream, everything is ready."

"Good, good. Transport the prisoner to MedBay. I'll be waiting with Hook," Starscream smirked.

"Yes Lord Starscream." Starscream smiled and left towards said Decepticon Medical Bay. Soundwave went back into the Interrogation room and released Prowl. Prowl was took weak to struggle, his pain keeping him in a fuzzy daze of sleep and awake. Soundwave easily carried him to the Medical Bay where an overjoyed Hook and Starscream waited. He just couldn't keep his side of the link open anymore. He was easily placed on the table and his wrists and ankles restrained.

"Just like old times." Hook said with a smirk.

"Yes. You get to have your fun again. This time, no shortcuts. I want you to make him better than before, better than stupid Megatron every imagined."

"Of course. What do you have in mind?"

"I want him stronger, more deadly, and faster. I'll leave it to you. You're the craftsmech. After you're finished I have one last thing to do with him. Soundwave, what did you find? I want to look the information over while I 'prepare' the final step of Hook's transformation."

"I only found Barricade old battle files and little information there was." Soundwave said.

"Good job. Comm me when you are ready."

"Sure thing, Lord Starscream." said Hook. He just smirked and left. Hook carefully looked over Prowl. "So...here we go again. You're in so much pain already... Too bad I don't have sympathy for you!" He laughed manically before coming very close to his face. He whispered into his audios, "this is going to be so much fun..."

- - -

Meanwhile, Optimus and Ironhide raced towards the location of the Decepticon base. "We're almost there, sir. About ten more Earth miles."

"I just hope we're not too late, Ironhide." Optimus said.

"Me too. The way Jazz was acting...poor Prowl..."

- - -

Hook happily began the removal of Prowl's paralyzed and useless arm while Starscream looked over the files Soundwave had gathered and researched an old technique of his for reformatting sparks. Hook laughed as Prowl could only squeak in pain. Hook was having fun at this. He continued his work until the arm was completely gone from it's joint. "Now then, how about...I RELIEVE you of some pain," he snickered. He picked up a laser scalpel and positioned Prowl onto his chest and stomach plating. He observed the door wings half eaten away by the acid, showing the delicate framework in some places. He smirked evilly and whispered into Prowl's audios again. "Those wings...they must hurt a lot..." he said softly with mock concern. Prowl squeaked again, unable to yell in protest. Hook just laughed. He brought the scalpel down, slowly and antagonizingly cutting through the delicate and sensitive metal. Prowl let out a weak scream, horse and broken from the pain he was in. He weakly tried to squirm free. "It's no use, Autobot." Hook said with a smirk. Silent tears fell freely. He couldn't take anymore! He didn't want to be one of them! Hook cast the door wing aside, moving to the other side. He just started removing the other one when he was interrupted by shouts and laser fire. "What in..." He started to ask himself. He set the laser scalpel down, turning it off, to go investigate. Just as he opened the door, he was knocked out by a black arm with a huge cannon attached to it. "You can't just-..."

"Shut up or I'll blast your head clean off, you vile piece of junk!" Prowl weakly tried to look towards where he heard Ironhide's voice.

Hook froze, knowing he couldn't fire in time to get away. Ironhide's canon was millimeters from his face. Optimus came in after knocking Starscream and Soundwave unconscious. "Decepticon...you will release my tactician at once," he commanded.

"...I-I don't know what you are talking about." Hook stutter.

Ironhide powered up his canon. "I'll give you til three to remember," he growled. Hook gulped.

"I-I...I...H-he's useless anyway... Y-You won't be able to...repair him..." he spat, gaining some strength. Ironhide growled and fired. Hook's head and shoulder were disintegrated, leaving him with a loosely dangling arm and half a face.

"We'll see about that 'Con." Ironhide sneered. Hook fell to the ground, embarrassed and defeated. Optimus and Ironhide rushed over to Prowl. Prowl weakly looked up at them, pain and silent tears in his optics. Ironhide quickly undid the restraints. "Primus! They put you through the pit..." Optimus slowly and gently lifted the SIC into his arms.

"...Such cruelty... Can you still function alright, Prowl?" Prowl weakly nod a bit. "Alright. Let's get you back to base. Go ahead and recharge if you can." With that, Prowl fell into recharge, unable to fight it anymore.

"Poor fellow... We should have gotten here sooner!"

"I know Ironhide." Optimus said.

"Old Ratchet's going to have quite the fit..."

"Yes, after all the hard work he, Gadget, and Wheeljack did the first time."

"Oh yes... Lil' Red is going to short circuit..."

"Let's get going, Ironhide." Ironhide transformed as Optimus carefully placed Prowl inside him. Optimus transformed and the two headed swiftly back to base.

- - -

Jazz was forced into a deep recharge by Ratchet so he wouldn't make a fuss because of his bond with Prowler while he fixed him. Once at base, Optimus transformed again as he took Prowl out of Ironhide. He transformed and followed Optimus inside. "GADGET! WHEELJACK! MAN DOWN!" called Ironhide.

Wheeljack was racing over. "Oh dear, poor Prowl."

"Grandpa, where you running...off to..." Gadget said as she followed the CE to the three mechs coming in. "HOLY PRIMUS! WHAT THE PIT HAPPENED!"

"Hook happened." Ironhide said with a growl.

"DAMNIT! All that hard work... out the window... STUPID CONS!" She growled, balling her fists and looking to explode.

"Calm down Gadget." Wheeljack said as he place a hand on her shoulder "We'll fix him up again good as new."

"...I know..." she sighed. "It's just...-sigh-..." She looked at him, sleeping in such terrible condition. "...Damnit... Prowl..." she choked.

"Let's get him to Medical." Wheeljack said. Gadget wiped her optics with a nod and they led Optimus and Ironhide to MedBay. Ratchet was still working on Jazz when they came in.

He turned at Gadget throat clearing and sob swallowing. "What in Primus? Everyone coming in to see Ja-... SLAG! PROWL?"

"Hook did a number on him." Wheeljack said.

"I'm just glad Optimus and I got there in time." Ironhide said.

"That slagger... I'm not even done with Jazz yet! All that work..." He was silent for a moment, taking a moment to calm himself before hurting anyone in the room from his anger.

"We know how you feel Ratchet." Optimus said.

Gadget and Wheeljack nodded as well. "...Lie him down over there on that empty table. I'll be over once I'm finished with Jazz." Optimus nodded, went to said medical table and gently lied Prowl down on it. He moaned weakly before falling back into recharge. It didn't take long for Ratchet to finish up patching up Jazz. Jazz slept peacefully in his induced recharge while Ratchet brought everything over to Prowl. Ratchet sighed as he looked Prowl over. He cringed as looked at the hack job removal and acid eaten door wings. "We have to give him a whole new arm, fix up those door wings."

"I'll help sir," offered Gadget.

Ratchet nodded to her. "Thank you." She stepped forward and waited for instructions. "Okay...." Ratchet started. "You work on making new doors, I'll work on removing them."

"Yes sir." She went over to a spare work table towards the back and got out some supplies. She began working on building two new doorwings. Ratchet slowly and gently remove the damage doorwings. He took much more care and concern into removing them, trying to make it as painless as possible. Jazz slowly woke up, feeling much better. He slowly opened his optics and looked around. He could feel Prowl in the room so he slowly sat up a looked for him. He got every worried when he saw Ratchet hard at work on Prowl. He came over and almost cried at the sight of his mate.

"Jazz..." started Optimus.

Jazz let some tears fall from his optics as he leaned down over Prowl's head, caressing the helm and then nuzzling against him. "...P-Prowler..."

"Jazz," Ratchet stared "please move over. I'm trying to work on him."

He didn't really hear him, still nuzzling against Prowler's face letting the tears fall on to his head. Wheeljack went over, gently pulling him away. "C'mon on, Jazz..."

"You don't have to leave the room Jazz." said Ratchet. He nodded, letting Wheeljack pull him away. He went to stand by Optimus and Ironhide. Ratchet continued to work on Prowl. Jazz sighed, trying to calm himself a bit. He watched worriedly as Ratchet, Gadget and Wheeljack work on his mate. He wanted so much to be near, but he knew he'll be in the way of them working. "Gadget," Ratchet started. "Could you bring some spare parts from the supply room? I can start on Prowl's missing arm while you finish working on the doors."

"Okay, sir." Gadget said with a nod and went off to said supply room. She came back and set the supplies at Prowl's feet for Ratchet.

"Thanks Gadget." Ratchet said. She nodded and went back over to her work. Jazz still watched, still worriedly.

Optimus and Ironhide didn't stay much longer, agreeing to let the medics work. "If you wish to, Jazz, you can come to the Rec Room. I understand if you want to stay," said Optimus.

"...That's okay big boss..."

Optimus smiled, putting a hand on his shoulder on his way out. "He'll be okay."

"...I hope so..." Optimus just nodded as they left. Jazz just didn't take his optics off his bond mate.

- - -

It soon got late into the night and Wheeljack, Ratchet, and Gadget were still working. Ratchet sighed heavily. "...Slagit that slagger Hook..." Wheeljack looked behind him to see Jazz still there, trying to stay awake. He was propped up against an empty birth, staring tiredly at Prowl's prone form. His visor kept flickering.

"Maybe you should get some rest, Jazz." he said.

"What? Oh, no. I'm fine..." Wheeljack just shrugged before going back to helping Gadget. A weak moan came from Prowl a bit. The three medics paused for a moment. A pair of weak optics slowly opened a bit. "...Good to see you awake."

"How do you feel?" Gadget asked.

"...W-Where's...J-Jazz...?"

"Over there," Wheeljack pointed. Prowl weakly looked over. He smiled seeing his mate fast asleep leaning against the berth. Prowl weakly looked back.

"You should go back into recharge, we're not finished yet," suggested Ratchet.

"L-looks like someone else does to-o..." she laughed, noticing Jazz now as well. Jazz, who was barely awake, tried to get off the berth and over were Prowl was happy to see his mate awake. "Alright, both of you need to go to sleep!" Gadget huffed, crossing her arms. She went over and pushed Jazz away to a recharge berth not far from the examination tables.

"...B-But Lit' Red..." Jazz protest with a yawn.

"YOU ARE TIRED! BED!" She looked over at Prowl. "You too. Back to sleep with you." Prowl just pleaded with tired, weak optics. "We're not done with you yet. If you don't, Ratchet can just force you," she added with a smirk. Prowl stared for a moment.

"Gadget's right." Ratchet said. She smirked at him as he looked from her to Ratchet to his fighting to stay awake mate. Ratchet smirked at him too. "You know, all it takes is a few tugs on the right wires..."

Gadget had a big smirk as she looked towards Jazz, bringing one hand up to his neck. "Okay okay!" Jazz said. "I'm goin..." Medic and assistant smiled as Jazz went to lie down on a recharge berth close to Prowl. Prowl followed soon after, off lining his optics to go back to sleep. Ratchet smiled as he went back to work. Gadget quickly went back to work too.

"Well that went well." Wheeljack said. Both medics nodded.

"...Done..." Gagdet sighed, lifting up the second door wing. "Both are done, finally..."

"That's good." Ratchet said as he still work on the new arm.

"Thank you. We'll just see if Prowl thinks so," she smiled. She took both door wings carefully into her arms and set them on an empty work tray with various tools. She brought the tray over, ready to work once Ratchet had finished with his arm. "Need some help?" she asked as she watched him, trying to learn as well.

- - -

It took the rest of the night and into part of the morning to finally finished fixing up Prowl. Gadget did some last minute checks and connections to his door wings as he slept on.

"Everything seems to be in order." Wheeljack said.

"There. Now to just wake him up."

"Maybe we should get Jazz to?"

"Oh yeah, thanks Gramps," said Gadget. Wheeljack and Ratchet carefully turned Prowl over onto his back again. Gadget went over to wake Jazz. She gently shook him. "Jazz. Wake up Jazz."

"...Hmm...? J-just a little longer...Prowler..."

"Jazz...come on..." she cooed, getting right into her friend's face.

"...Just fine more minutes, Prowler..."

"I'm not Prowl, goofbot..." Gadget laughed, giving him a playful shove.

Jazz then slowly open his optics, seeing Gadget standing there. "Ohhh...Hey Gadget..." he said with a yawn.

She smiled at him. "Did you recharge well?" she asked as he slowly sat up.

"Yeah...." Jazz said as he stretches his joints.

"Good to see you up." said Ratchet "We're done fixing up Prowl." Jazz practically jumped off the berth. The small group couldn't help but smile. He went over to a slowly waking Prowl.

"...Jazz...?"

"Prowler!" he smiled, nuzzling against his bonded's face. Prowl smiled a bit at him. Jazz let happy tears fall. I...I was so scared for you... You felt so hurt...I couldn't bear it...

...I-I was too... Jazz smiled, kissing Prowl's chevrons. ...Jazz...what did those Decepticons meanback there...?

Nothing, baby... They're talking nonsense... Jazz tried to think up a lie fast.

Jazz...please tell me the truth... There's a reason of what the Decepticons did to me...

Th-they... Jazz couldn't bear those logical optics boring into his own. They think you're one of them. They think you're this old bot, Barricade. Ya see... Old Mega scum captured you after you were sick. He...created an exact clone of you, but made him different. That's Barricade, the bot we killed years ago. Those stupid 'Cons think you're him. Jazz took a deep breath, hoping the lie worked.

...T-Then why can't I remember it...?

Cuz... Cuz it took a lot out of yer sick body... You blacked out and forgot a lot of it.

...Oh...

Sorry baby... We just...wanted to protect you from what happened.

Jazz, you know I don't like anyone keeping secrets from me.

Well...nowyou know...

...So...is it during my "blackout" I some how got to this planet?

...Yeah... Prowl slowly sat up, wrapping his arms around Jazz. Jazz sighed in relief, glad the lies had worked. He couldn't bear to think of what would happen. Prowl would blow a processor simply from finding out they were lies. He shivered a bit to imagine Prowl short circuiting from the logic processors out. Jazz returned the embrace fully. He didn't care if Prowl knew a different version of the past than he did. He liked the other version.

"Okay you two." Ratchet said with a smile "You may leave now. Some of us would like some sleep from pulling an all-nighter."

"Guess yer kickin us out?"

"Yes! OUT! Get your afts out!" said Gadget. "The three of us would like to get some recharge, thank you."

"You are turning into another Ratchet, Gadget. Next thing we'll know you will start throwing tools." Prowl said with a small smile.

"PROWL!" she screamed, hands on her hips and a pouty look on her face.

"You'd better go before she has one of those 'hissy fits'," said Wheeljack, helping Prowl down off the table.

Jazz couldn't help but laugh. "Come on Prowler, baby." Jazz said

Gadget growled. "Mechs!"

The two left the medical bay. Prowl turned as the doors closed, "Thanks Gadget."

"You're welcome now shoo!" Once the two were gone, Gadget and Wheeljack helped Ratchet clean up things.

"Well...that was interesting." Wheeljack said with a smile.

"What was, Gramps?"

"Oh nothing..." Wheeljack said with another smile.

"Nothing huh...?" Gadget asked. "Do I amuse you Grandpa?"

"N-no, it's just that... You..."

"Don't dig a grave, Jack. She's a femme..."

"What's that supposed to mean?!" she glared at Ratchet.

"Nothing." Ratchet said as he went back to cleaning up. She sighed, taking a few trays and putting them in the supply room. "Just that, you're starting to pick up my bad habits..." he said just loud enough for her to hear.

She almost dropped the trays as she put them away. "I...!" she started to prostest. She stopped, realizing what really had just all happened. She fell very silent, coming out of the room "blushing". Ratchet and Wheeljack just smiled at her. She smiled back shyly. "I-I...n-need to get back to Percie... H-he's probably worried..."

Ratchet put a hand on her shoulder, "Don't worry. You could NEVER get as bad as me, or start throwing things for that matter."

"I guess not..."

"Go on, Gadget. Get some sleep. You feel better," smiled Wheeljack as he pat her on the back.

"Okay Gramps... You two rest too. Especially you Gramps..."

"I will," he smiled.

"You're becoming a fine assistant, youngling."

"Thank you sir," she smiled. She left, happily, rushing back to her quarters for some much needed cuddle time and rest.

Wheeljack watched her leave with a smile. He looked around carefully for anyone else around and shut the medbay doors. He locked them securely, activating the intercom they had installed before. He put a "Do Not Disturb Unless Dying or 2+ Limbs are Gone" sign up just to be sure. He smiled as he came over to Ratchet. He took his arm and playfully dragged him over to his barely used recharge berth inside his office, closing the door. He just stared at Ratchet with a smile. Ratchet smiled back, fully ready for Wheeljack's intentions. He playfully pushed the younger bot onto the berth, climbing up onto it as well and forcing both of them to lie down on it. He took one of Ratchet's hands and started rubbing it. He slowly and gently rubbed all the knots and tense wires out. He moved on to his other hand as both their legs intertwined while they laid there. He soon finished with his hands and started on his arms and his shoulders. Ratchet's hands slowly made their way around Wheeljack, doing a similar thing.

Wheeljack laughed a little as Ratchet played with his ticklish side. Ratchet only smirked a bit. He slowly moved up to Wheeljack's mask, fingering the edges. Wheeljack fell silent for a moment and put his hands on Ratchet's wrists, embarrassed as he remembered why he wore that mask. Ratchet only caressed the edges softly before triggering the release mechanism that made it retract. Wheeljack off-lined his optics, feeling ashamed and venerable. Ratchet calmed the older bot by gently caressing the scars etched deep into the metal of his face plates. He stole a kiss, happy when the CE returned it. Wheeljack on-lined his optics, smiling at the CMO as they pulled away. Both laid back down and Wheeljack nuzzled against the younger medic. He smiled and laughed as he remembered just how those scars had gotten on his bond mate's beautiful face. Wheeljack cuddled into his mate. “I love you Ratchet.” He said.

“Me too, Jack.” Wheeljack smiled as the two slowly fell into recharge.

- - -

Meanwhile, in Gadget's quarters her and Percy were snuggling on their shared berth. "You know, I bet a nice wash would feel even better," suggested Perceptor.

Gadget smiled at him. "You always come up with good ideas, Percie." she said. He smiled and got up, causing her to move as well. She got a clean cloth and wiped off their berth before setting it in a small laundry pile. She playfully tugged on Perceptor's arms. "Come on, you dirty little mech." Perceptor just smiled, letting his mate lead him. They laughed and giggled on the way to the Wash Racks, chasing each other and play around. Once there, both were relieved that most mechs had done their daily wash already. "Well at lest there won't be many to bother us."

"Exactly, my dear," smirked Perceptor.

"You dirty dirty scientist," she squeaked. He took her into his arms with a shriek of laughter from her and they went into a wash station in the back to ensure privacy. Perceptor set her down and turned on the water. Both stood under the warm water, cuddling against each other. "Well," Gadget said after a few long minutes. "We should probably actually get clean now." She turned the nob to cleaning fluids and grabbed two scrubbers from the shelf. She handed one to Perceptor and started to wash him. She gently played with his microscope, getting into the small crevices of its form. He smiled and started to clean her too. She giggled as he brushed against her left side. It was her ticklish spot. She splashed him with the cleansing water. "N-no fair..." she giggled. He smiled and splashed her back. "Th-this is war..." she said as she wriggled away. She pounced, washing playfully under his arms, his own weak spot.

"Ahh-ahahaha!" Both giggled and enjoyed themselves. Their antics did not go unheard by two other mechs with the same idea.

"Hey man, keep it down."

"Jazz, that's not very nice."

"Well...I THOUGHT we had the Racks to ourselves is all..."

"Sorry!" Gadget called. "We thought we had the place to ourselves!"

"Well it seems the four of us have a similar plan." Prowl's calm voice spoke.

"Yeah...”

"Wait, don't you two have your own private wash rack?" Perceptor asked, realizing it was Jazz at the sound of his accent.

"...You know...I never thought of that..." Jazz said mostly to himself.

"Well...we do...but it wasn't big enough for what we wanted to do." Prowl said.

"Oh...HEY!" he yelled as Gadget splashed him.

"Don't let those two ruin our time..." she pouted. Perceptor smirked a little bit and came over to her, splashing her back.

Jazz and Prowl just smiled. "Where were we?" smirked Jazz. Prowl smiled back.

"PERCEPTOR!" Gadget called as she was lifted over his shoulder after another of their splashing fights.

Prowl and Jazz looked at eachother with another smile. "I can think of a few things." Prowl said was he lean in close to his mate. Jazz knew what he was up to and stole the kiss from him. "Hey, no fair, Jazz."

"It's totally fair," he smirked. He kissed him again before nuzzling against the bigger bot, not caring about getting suds on his ears. Prowl smirked and started gently chewing on said ears. "...Prowler... You naughty copper...."

"Jazz....you taste wonderful..." Prowl said as he still chews on an ear.

Jazz only smiled, nuzzling into him more. He unconsciously took Prowl's hand and started to nibble on a finger. "You taste better than that human stuff, chocolate."

"I have no idea what you just said Jazz, but..." Prowl said as he still nibble on Jazz's ear.

Jazz pulled away, signaling Prowl to relinquish his ear. Once free, he leaned up to Prowl and kissed him. "No more words," he said, kissing him again. Prowl kisses him back. Gadget switched the nob back to warm water and the two kissed as they rinsed off. Once both couples were clean, they dried each other before leaving.

- - -

On the way back, the four 'Bots talked with each other while snuggling against their respective mates. "Sorry about all the racket," said Gadget. "We were enjoying the moment."

"That's okay." Prowl said "We understand. We were enjoying the moment as well."

"Jazz," smiled Perceptor. "I'm sure you're glad to have Prowl back to himself."

"Yeah sure thing." Jazz said with a smile of his own. They all smiled at each and parted ways.

- - -

When Prowl and Jazz got to their shared quarters, Prowl just couldn't help himself from nibbling Jazz's ear again. "I guess I'm better than chocolate too," Jazz laughed.

Prowl stopped a moment. "What is this 'chocolate' you keep referring to?"

"It's this sweet human food. Made from cocoa beans. It's deliciously sweet. That's why I said you tasted way better," he smirked. Prowl smiled and let Jazz get comfortable. He put his arms around him and snuggled into his head.

"I love you so much, Jazz."

"I love you too. I'm...so glad...we can finally...live in peace...just you...and me..." he sighed happily, off-lining his optics as he cuddled into his mate. Prowl smiled and gently lead Jazz to their berth. He carefully lay down, situating Jazz on top of him. He laughed a bit to find him fast asleep. He held him more comfortably, rubbing between

his ears. Prowl yawns a bit still trying to stay awake and watch his mate sleep. He gave one last smiled at Jazz before falling into a much needed recharge, his hand stilling on his lover's helm.

- - -

In Gadget and Perceptor's quarters, both snuggled down on their berth. Gadget snuggled into her now clean and warm mate. "I love you Percie. Thanks for helping with Prowl. And for helping me."

"Any thing for a friend." Perceptor said with a smile. Gadget smiled as she snuggled as close as she could into Perceptor. She liked having her head against his spark. He smiled down at her, rubbing her helm affectionately as he played a little bit with her helmet wings. "I love you, Gadget. With all my spark."

"Mmm hmmm," she mumbled sleepily. Perceptor smiled. "L-love...you..." she said before falling into a deep, much needed recharge. Perceptor only smiled more before putting a comforting arm around her and going to sleep himself.

The End