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Having a giant alien boyfriend came in handy when it came to a lot of things, when you couldn't reach something or calculate something or for example now when Jazz was sitting on Prowls shoulder and holding a tiny flashlight as the big bot worked on his mecha.
The cockpit plates just randomly decided to stop working, probably from overuse and he wasn't strong enough to actually push them back into place or figure out what the actual fuck went wrong this time, this thing was comparable to an old TV, if it worked then it shouldn't be touched, and if it didn't? Punch the TV and hope it works or like an old atena, move the cable around and when it works do not fucking touch, tape it in a way that works if you can.
Jazz was getting bored, just a bit.
Prowl had been working on it for a while now, frustration slowly building as his attempts to fix it only turned up fruitless. Jazz, on the other hand, was doing his best to provide help and moral support, holding the flashlight for him.. and also using it to poke at Prowl's face repeatedly so he'll take a break.
Prowl growled softly. "Jazz-" he muttered in a warning tone. "Stop that."
The human sighted. "It's not that big of a deal mech, you can come back to it later. "
"But it is a big deal." Prowl protested, the frustration evident in his voice. "I can't just leave it broken, I need to fix it. If someone sees you-.." Prowl didnt finish. "And stop that, you're not helping."
Jazz let out a sigh, his patience starting to wear thin too. "Prowl, you've been at this for hours now. It's not the end of the world if you stop for a while and take a break."
Prowl was about to reply with another protest when the door opened, at least Jazz had half the mind to hide behind his neck.
Optimus and Megatron stared.
Prowl, servos deep in the mecha, stared. "I didn't murder him."
The door closed. Optimus almost took a step back, clearly taken aback by the sight, gone was the gentle leader, replaced by something that even Prowl couldn't decipher. "What. Happened."
Megatron too looked a litlle conflicted.
"He had just gone into hibernation, it's an alien thing and it's very private so we would appreciate it if you were to leave." Prowl replayed.
Optimus stood there for a moment, just absorbing the scene in front of him, before letting out a heavy vent and pinching the bridge of his nose. "Prowl..."
"No." Prowl replayed.
"Prowl, don't make this more difficult than it needs to be." Optimus sighed while Megatron watched the whole conversation without saying word, probably because he was having a hard time containing laughter.
"I'm not making it difficult!" Prowl protested, his voice rising slightly. "I'm just trying to protect him."
Optimus shook his head. "Prowl, we need to have a conversation about this."
"There is nothing to talk about-"
Megatron finally spoke up, cutting off Prowl's protest. "Oh, I beg to differ." He said, a smirk starting to form on his face.
Optimus elbowed him before turning his attention back to Prowl. "The thing is, we know about Jazz you don't need to hide, it's okay."
"He spend half of this conversation waveing at us from your shoulder." Megatron added helpfully.
"He what-" Prowl looked down, noticing Jazz, who had indeed been waving at them. He groaned in frustration.
Optimus couldn't help but chuckle at the scene. "Prowl, we have known for quite a while now."
"Since you got overcharged off your aft at Bluestreaks party." Megatron added very helpfully again, Optimus gave him a look.
Prowl groaned again, burying his face in his servos. "You knew?"
Optimus nodded. "Yes, we did."
Megatron snickered. "You weren't exactly being discreet about it back then. OH Jazz but you're humannn what if they'll see yoUu JazzZZ-" Megatron mimicked, very helpfully only to immediately shut up when Optimuses pede subtly threatened to kick him in the codpiece. He cleared his vocalizer.
"Yes, well in my defence-"
"You were overcharged." Megatron cut him off, clearly amused.
"Yes, thank you for that." Prowl retorted, glaring at him.
Optimus shook his head, trying to keep the conversation on track. "Prowl, no one here is mad. We just want to help you."
Prowl got up. "Then fix the mecha." And then he walked out of the room.
Jazz stared up at him from his shoulder only to get grabbed gently like some squish toy.
Prowl took a deep breath. "Why didn't you say anything?!"
Jazz shrugged.
Prowl was not amused.