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Today was a party, made to bring the morale up after a small victory, Prowl didn't like those but they were necessary so he tolerated existing in here, Bluestreak strategically next to him talking with the others just so he won't have to.
And all was well until Bluestreak turned next to him. "So when will you introduce your future Conjunx to me Prowler? He doesn't seem that bad.. what was he called? Jan?"
Prowl almost choked on the high-grade he was sipping on, his optics widening. "Jazz?! My-- future conjux?! Where in the name of Primus did you get that idea!" He sputtered.
Bluestreak grinned cheekily. "Oh come on, it's obvious. You two are always hanging out together, and you get all grumpy.. uh even more than usual I mean whenever someone hits on him."
"I do not-" Prowl protested but was cut off by the others laughter. "Remember when Blaster tried to and you threw a table at him?-"
The tacticians faceplate heated up in embarrassment. "That was- that was entirely justifiable!" He shouted. "Blaster was being a complete creep and Jazz looked uncomfortable!"
Bluestreak stared. "Prowl. PROWL- From what I heard Blaster only invited him to show him his collection of music?? Not to mention that Soundwave was coming too and Jazz looked happy to join-"
"Music collection?? Do you see how much cassettes they have?? W-" Prowl cleared his vocalizer.
Bluestreak grinned. "Oh? What were you going to say Prowlll? Hm???"
"Nothing!" Prowl protested a bit too loudly, catching the attention of nearby mechs, he cursed under his breath before continuing in a hushed whisper. "There is nothing going on between me and Jazz-"
The other mech snickered. "Oh really now? So you are just chasing him around the base, doing the most questionable things together and getting jealous when someone hits on him.."
Prowl quickly shushed him, looking around anxiously to make sure no one overheard. "Bluestreak, that- we're just friends, nothing more!"
The praxian foze as he felt a fammiliar weight on himself, Jazz draped over his back, careful for the wings. "I just saw drunk Megatron.."
Bluestreak's optics widened while Prowl tensed up the moment Jazz appeared. "Primus help us.." he muttered, already feeling a headache coming.
Jazz snickered, his speakers turning off for a moment before he continued. "Oh, it's hilarious. He challenged Optimus to a dance-off."
Prowl rubbed his forehead, optics closed for a moment. "We are leaving."
Jazz laughed, still clinging onto him. "Aw, but the parties starting to get good!"
Bluestreak let out a snort before grinning. "Yeah Prowler, the night is still young!"
The tactician grimaced, trying to gently pry Jazz off of himself but the other was stubbornly clinging onto him like a barnacle. "Both of you stop it, Jazz we are leaving right now."
Jazz made a noise of protest, meanwhile Bluestreak cleared his vocalizer. "By the way Jazz, Prowl likes you, like a lot-"
Prowl's optics went wide, a look of absolute panic on his faceplate as he shot Bluestreak a murderous glare. "Bluestreak!" He hissed, but his glared achived nothing this time.
Bluestreak ignored him in favor of continuing. "Yeah he gets all grumpy and defensive when someone flirts with you and he even keeps a photo of you in his subspace-"
"HOW DO YOU KNOW ABOUT THAT?!" Prowl practically shouted.
Meanwhile Jazz unpeeled himself from Prowl, finials down. "Uh Prowl, I think we need to talk."
The tactician quickly looked at Jazz, the panic on his face transforming into concern upon seeing the other's finials, he knew that tone.. "Right. Uh. Right. We do." He agreed quietly, avoiding Bluestreak's knowing grin. He took Jazz's servo and lead him somewhere more private.
Once they were away from the other bots, Prowl turned to Jazz, his expression calm collected but his doorwings twitched nervously. "What did you want to talk about..?" He asked quietly.
Jazz let go of his servo. "I uh- Prowl.. it can be difficult for us to be together I'm a-"
"A small load bearer I know. That's why I invested in a holoform just in case and asked Ultra Magnus for research."
"Uh." Jazz stared at him before fidgeting. "Actually I'm a human."
Prowl stared. "A what?"
"A small organic."
The tactician blinked slowly before pinching the bridge of his nose. "You're telling me that all this time.. all this time you were ..in danger of being squished every time you went outside this suit? Jazz, why didn't you say earlier?? I could have hurt you!"
Jazz rubbed at the back of his mechas neck sheepishly. "I didn't think it was that big of a deal?" He said softly, finials slowly rising.
"Not a big deal?? What do you mean it isn't a big deal?!" Prowl's voice went up. "You could have gotten hurt! Or worse, killed! Do you have any idea how delicate you are? How easy it is to just- squish you?"
Jazz raised his hands up, as if trying to pacify the other. "Okay- yeah, I get that, I was kinda stupid to hide it but hey! I'm still alive-"
Prowl's wings flicked angrily. "By pure luck! Do you have an idea of how small and delicate you are compared to me?? Jazz a single kiss from me could kill you I-"
"Oh please, a kiss from you could hardly kill me." Jazz joked but cleared his throat to mask it quickly when Prowl didn't find it amusing.
"The thing is.." Jazz begone quietly. "I want to be with you organic or not."
Prowl stared at him for a moment, his expression a mix of surprise and uncertainty. "You .. you still want to be with me.. even though I'm, well I'm me?" He motioned vaguely at himself, "I literally could squish you. Just by hugging you."
Jazz took his servo onto his own hand gently."Yeah.. yeah I do. And I trust you not to squish me." He paused for a moment, taking a step closer. "You've been there for me, you've been worrying about and protecting me all this time, even without knowing that I'm just a small squishy thing. And well.. I think I love you."
"Oh jazz.. I lo-"
The two of them almost jumped as suddenly Megatron stumbled into the area and practically collapsed. Prowl and Jazz stared at the sight, taking in the giant mech lying on the floor drunkenly.
"Is-" Prowl asked, his voice quiet. "Is he okay..?"
At the question Megatron showed them a thumbs up. "Thas a weird convesatiion to have about spikes.." he said, the floor muffled him a bit.
Prowl pinched the bridge of his nose, letting out a tired sigh and letting go of Jazz's hand. "I'm going to get Magnus or Prime to get him home.. stay with him." He said to Jazz before leaving.
Jazz chuckled nervously before he sat down on the floor next to Megatron, finials up. "Sooooo, how drunk are you?"
Megatron rolled over, peering up at him with a expression worthy of a caveman. "Uhh no. Wher prime?" He slurred.
"Uh, Prowl is fetching him, you're quite drunk buddy," Jazz said, voice calm but happy. "You got your aft handed to you in the dance off, dude."
Megatron made a dreamy expression and exhaled disney Princess style. "By prime.. he iss da best isint he?"
Before Jazz could replay to that the door opened and Soundwave walked inside, freezing when the saw the 2 mechs already there.
Jazz stared.
Soundwave stared.
Megatron slurred something under his breath.
Soundwave made a displeased sound, leaving 8 cassettes and 7 leashes in Jazzs hold before practically dragging the drunk mech out of the room.
Jazz stared at the suddenly placed leashes. "Ah-" finials going down as he turned to look at the newly acquired cassettes, stacked neatly.
Just then Prowl came back. "I couldn't find.." the mech trailed off.
Jazz stared.
Prowl stared.
One of the cassettes made a quiet displeased sound before transforming, Laserbeak, the litlle avian got on Jazz's shoulder before settling down. Jazz cleared his throat. "Uh congrats, you're a father again?"
Prowl pinched the bridge of his nose, optic closing for a moment. "Of course, Soundwave just left them here.." he muttered. "This is far worse than dealing with drunk Megatron.."
"Babysitting duty woohoo!"