10 misunderstandings packed into 1

by The_Borb_King_2020

Summary:

"What did Hot Rod mean when he said that he.. had a rainbow in his?" He asked instead, there was no point in asking about the oxygen since if his calculations were correct they were using it to keep warmth better so for them the oxygens presence in the spark chamber was most likely necessary to keep their temperature stable.

Jazz must have paused whatever he was doing before letting out a small chuckle. "Oh, that." voice amused. "I think he is gay."

Prowl raised an optic ridge, trying to not turn around. "What's gay?"

Or

10 misunderstandings from led lights to load bearers and Flyts

Ps.Au by Keferon on Tumblr

Notes:

Plot? What plot? Just humor

I'm makeing this for fun, if you see a word spelled wrong then ignore it

Also there will be adult humor(?) Uhh more like Prowl misunderstands smth big time and thinks that Jazz is talking abt smth inappropriate for cybertronians in the later chaps

(Read Keferons mecha au or this won't make sense)

Chapter 1: Jealous?

The aliens were very social creatures apparently, Prowl found out pretty soon when Hot Rod arrived, it was not just a Jazz thing to be all over the place, from the data that Prowl had collected it was just their species type of thing, although his calculations are based only on 2 individuals and therefore can't be trusted in 100%.

Jazz liked to touch, wrap an arm around this mech or that, hug, it was just his thing but maybe it too was just a thing of their species? Maybe something to do with the lack of an em field.

Hot Rod patted everyone, big mechs especially and alyways did strange gestures, Prowl still had to figure out what the diffrence between showing two fingers and one is for them because once Bluestreak wanted to be nice, showed them the middle one and suddenly Hot Rod just froze before showing him one back and muttering something about pilots being mean here.. whatever that meant.

Optimus had taken a liking to the newcomer, even joking that he could become a prime in the future which.. Prowl did not agree one bit with that.

Back to the present, being really social was just a thing of their species, Prowl told himself, there is no need to be alarmed and no he is not jealous, he told himself, as he glared at Hot Rod who was talking with Jazz from across the room.

The two laughed, Jazz lightly punched the others shoulder as they talked. Prowl felt his grip on his energon cube tighten slightly as he watched.

Optimus, who was sitting down next to him must have noticed the change in his expression, from the resting bitch face to something that silently promised murder. "Something on your mind, Prowl?" he asked, raising an optical ridge.

Prowl stiffened slightly, tearing his gaze away from the two to look at Optimus. "No. Nothing at all."

The bigger mech seemed concerned, just a litlle bit, optical ridges furrowed. "Are you sure about that? You're gripping your energon cube rather tightly."

Prowl took a deep in-vent. "I'm.. fine." he said, his voice tight.

Optimus didn't look convinced. "You don't seem fine." he observed, studying Prowl for a moment before continuing. "You've been glaring at Hot Rod for quite some time now, is there something.. amiss between you two?"

Prowls answer was to throw his head back and drink the energon as if it was high grade.

"Prowl." Optimuses concerned voice reached his audials.

Prowl slammed the now empty energon cube down on the table. "I said I'm fine."

Optimus crossed his arms over his chassis, giving Prowl a disbelieving look. "You've been tense since Hot Rod got here."

Prowl shot him a scowl. "I have not."

"You have." Optimus countered, apperently not willing to let it go.

Prowl let out a small grumble before looking away. "I just.. don't like how friendly he is."

The prime raised an optical ridge again. "What do you mean?"

The praxian sighted. "Just look at him, he-" he stopped, gesturing towards Jazz and Hot Rod, the latter dipping the first one in a dance, looking as if he was leaning in for a kiss-

Prowl barely stopped himself from flipping the table as he growled, servos curling into fists involuntarily. "Look at that." he practically hissed. "he's all over him. Touching him-"

Optimus let out a amused snort. "He's just dancing with him, Prowl. It's not that serious.." he trailed off as he watched the mechs change partners, suddenly Hot Rod was dancing with Megatron.

Prowl noticed Optimuse change expressions and he couldn't stop a huff.

"You see it too, right?" He said. "The way he's so touchy and flirty with everyone."

Optimus frowned, his optics narrowing. "You're overreacting..." he said cautiously. "Hot Rod is just being friendly."

The prime took a deep vent before sighing. "This is ridiculous." he muttered. "We are fully grown Cybertronians and we're acting like some jealous sparklings over some... social interactions."

Prowl grumbled something unintelligible as he watched the dance come to an end.

Hot Rod and Jazz laughed, some words that he was too far away to hear being exchanged and then Hot Rod slapped Jazzs aft, the other mech was quick to turn around and suddenly Hot Rod was being chased across the room.

Prowl flipped the table.

Optimus stared, completely dumbfounded, at the table that was flipped upside down infront of him, before looking up at Prowl. "Prowl..." he said slowly. "You just flipped a table."

Prowl let out a frustrated huff, his faceplate heated and his servos balled into fists. "I-"

Before he could say anything more, Jazz arrived, completely oblivious to the scene that had just unfolded behind him, and stopped next to them. "Hey guys, is everything alright? And have you both seen Megatron? He was dancing a moment ago and then he just vanished."

Prowl, still riled up, couldn't stop the annoyed comment that slipped out. "Who knows, maybe he got distracted by your buddy there." he gestured towards Hot Rod, who was casually leaning against the wall now, on the other side of the room, probably in the comms or something.

Jazz turned to follow Prowl's gesture and chuckled softly. "Oh, Hot Rod? Yeah, he can be pretty distracting. But I doubt that's what happened with Megs." He said casually, clearly not picking up on the tension.

"Oh no.." Optimus muttered before he got up, Prowl followed him with his gaze noticing how he was approaching Megatron who was drinking.. oh, that's a metal barrel of high-grade.

Chapter 2: Eavesdropping & speculations

Summary:

Jazz talks to Hot Rod about the size difference of a human and a Cybertronian
Prowl overhears and misunderstands, a lot like usual

Prowl did not mean to eavesdrop as he made his way through the hallway and walked by Jazz's and Hot Rods room.. there was a time when Jazz would share a room with him but he needed oxygen and liked to keep a garden of some weird small plants from his home planet that he asked wheeljack for help with so it was easier for him to just share the room with Hot Rod since he too had that hobby and needed oxygen, Prowl had yet to figure out why..

Perhaps their frames were better at keeping warmth in it? They both were rather cold to the touch..

Another room was adjusted but the two kept it as a garden of some kind, occasionally coming to wheeljack to ask if this or this plant was edible to all organics and then asking for seeds of it and something to make it grow super fast.. at this point Prowl was pretty sure they were keeping a hidden organic pet somewhere.. but who was he to judge? He had Green but whatever they had was definitely an omnivore seeing as they did talk about really needing to replicate something called a beef jerky which.. that translated as meat of something.. Prowl would give them some of Greens snacks if they asked.

Back to the present, he did not mean to eavesdrop, he really didn't but..

"Are you crazy? I'm so small compared to him.. this wouldn't work." Jazz said.

"It's not that bad."

Prowl had no idea what they were talking about.

"It's Prowl that we are talking about. I would probably fit in his servo Hot Rod! He wouldn't want me and-"

Was Jazz.. worried about Prowl not wanting to be in a relationship with him?? The small part didn't make sense and what did he mean by that??

The praxian felt his mood drop, servos clenching. He didn't want to eavesdrop anymore but now curiosity got the best of him. He looked at himself, he was definitely not that big of a mech. It didn't make sense and Jazz wasn't small.

The conversation continued, it was hard to understand what exactly they were talking about but then..

"You're overthinking it, seriously." Hot Rod replied and Prowl had to stop himself from letting out a frustrated huff. "What's the worst that could happen? That he rejects you? Big deal, it's not the end of the world."

Jazz's reply was quiet, barely audible. "I know.. but I don't want to ruin it."

"Ruin what?"

"Our friendship."

Hot Rod laughed. "More like a situationship-"

"It's not!"

Prowl felt his spark twisting as the conversation continued. He should stop listening to this, it was completely inappropriate and it was invading Jazz's and Hot Rod's privacy but..

"Either way, small or not, you should tell him!"

Jazz cut off Hot Rod before he could continue. "Roddy like I said, I'm really really small compared to him. You think that we could-"

Prowl froze, his processor going into overdrive. Jazz was worried about their size difference..? But they were almost the same size..

Could they..? Could they what?

Oh. Oh-

Prowl immediately shut down that thought, shaking his head. It wasn't right to think about that, and he had no business eavesdropping on their conversation in the first place but his processor already ran through calculations, tac-net offered that based on hip width-

Prowl bonked himself.

Well either way, luckily for Jazz he had no desire to interface.

And if Jazz wanted to interface..?

Well Prowl had servos.

And a salary that would allow him to make some.. questionable purchases, not to mention no experience to be able to compare what was considered small.

Now that he thinks about it why did they think that he was big? Were the rumours about him like that?

Prowl shook his head, what was he thinking about? This was inappropriate

"Nothing too bad will happen-"

"Ah yes, nothing bad will happen, just that the whole base may know that I'm small and ugly- "

Does Jazz think of him so low? To think that.. Prowl would gossip about him like that.. not only that, Jazz thought that he was ugly, he thought that Prowl would think so too and instead of just coming to Prowl with that?

He vented to Hot Rod about it.

That hurt.

"And who says that you're small and ugly?" Hot Rod asked.

Jazz groaned. "Oh, I don't know, maybe the rest of the cybertronians who are all huge and gorgeous. I'm just this tiny little insect next to everyone."

Hot Rod let out a frustrated huff. "You're not an insect, you're just.. small."

"Thank you for stating the obvious." Jazz said, his voice laced with sarcasm. "It really helps with my confidence."

"No problem."

Prowl walked away, faceplate still burning slightly.

Chapter 3: Led lights ft. Hot Rod & red flags & explanation of gay

Summary:

Prowl blinked. "I think we're gay Jazz."

Jazz stared. "I don't think so Prowl."

Ft. Led lights & Hot Rod not seeing red flags when it comes to some mechs

The humans were almost indestructible, it seemed like they lacked pain receptors or felt it differently.. but somehow they knew what was damaged. Perhaps their systems simply just informed them that something of theirs was broken or damaged. Prowl didn't know and wasn't sure of.

One thing he did know and was sure of was the dread he felt when Jazz came back from a mission and there was a crack in his chassis, bright pink and purple light spilling through, usually cybertronian sparks were blue but Jazz was no cybertronian.

And instead of being worried about it or trying to cover it Hot Rod only played a whistling sound. "Back to those? I've got a whole rainbow in mine. By the way hope ya got oxygen tho."

Jazz stared. "Do you think I'm stupid? I've got like 3 hours before I run ou-"

Prowl wasn't sure if it was the casual remark or lack of action but he was immediately on his pedes covering that chassis with a blanket from his subspace before tying the fabric around Jazz to cover the glow.

The mech only laughed, waving a dismissive hand at Prowl who was hovering over him. "Aw Prowler, it's fine. It's just a crack."

The praxian frowned, his expression serious. "Jazz, I can see the light of your spark. This is not 'just a crack'.." he protested, gesturing towards the blanket covered damage, some faint light still spilling through.

Jazz's finials dropped a bit and he tilted his head to the side. "My what?"

Hot Rod tactically evacuated with some finger guns.

Prowl's frown deepened at the question, his optic ridges furrowing in confusion. "Your spark.." he repeated, gesturing towards the blanket again. "The thing that keeps you alive you know?'

Jazz shrugged, as if still not understanding. "Yeah, I.. know what that is, I just don't see the big deal...?"

Prowl's optics narrowed at that. "The big deal is that it's exposed, vulnerable and very personal, meant only to be seen by you, your medic and a spouse if you trust them enough."

Jazz stared. "Aha."

"You have no idea what I'm talking about, do you." Prowl said, folding his arms across his chassis.

Jazz shifted awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck in embarrassment. "Well, not really." He admitted, voice sheepish.

Prowl let out a deep vent. "Unbelievable."

"I'm just.. gonna go to my room and fix that." Jazz gestured to the blanket covered crack.

Prowl looked at him as if he was stupid. "If you think I'll leave you alone without a medic and with a serious injury like-"

"I won't be alone. I'll get Roddy, he has a flamethrower so he'll be able to fix this." Jazz said.

"No." Prowl protested immediately, stepping forward. "Absolutely not."

...

..

.

The solution ended up being in Jazz's and Hot Rods room while Jazz fixed himself up. Prowl tried to not stare, he actually had his back turned to Jazz as the other dealt with the damage. He was here just in case.. he knew that Jazz could patch himself up just fine..

But he kept selecting and unselecteing Nickels comm frequency, still not believing how Jazz menaged to convince him to not call for the medic.

He kept on remembering about the conversation that he eavesdroped on but knew that he couldn't touch the topic without letting the other know that he had been listening in..

"What did Hot Rod mean when he said that he.. had a rainbow in his?" He asked instead, there was no point in asking about the oxygen since if his calculations were correct they were using it to keep warmth better so for them the oxygens presence in the spark chamber was most likely necessary to keep their temperature stable.

Jazz must have paused whatever he was doing before letting out a small chuckle. "Oh, that." voice amused. "I think he is gay."

Prowl raised an optic ridge, trying to not turn around. "What's gay?"

"UHHh, basically when a guy likes a guy."

Prowl still had no idea what this had to do with spark glow but there was a diffrent, more nagging question. "Are we gay Jazz?"

Jazz made an odd sound of surprise before bursting into laughter. It took a good moment or two before he finally calmed down.

"Oh my god Prowl, we- No we aren't! No, it's completely different thing." He managed, still giggling a bit.

Prowl shifted a bit where he stood. "How is it different? You like me, I like you, we are friends and we are mechs therefore guys."

Jazz took a deep breath as if trying to calm himself down. "I mean... Yeah that's true. But.. uhm." He struggled to explain. "Oh uh by the way you can turn around now, it's kinda hard to talk to you when I can only see your back-"

Prowl let out a huff, turning around now to look at Jazz, only to freeze and immediately cover his optics upon noticing the glow that was still there.

Jazz tilted his head to the side, his finials going down. "You... do realize that I already fixed myself right?" he inquired.

Prowl slowly lowered his servos from his faceplate, looking at Jazz again. "I know..?" He looked at the small lights on the bed, glowing the same shade.. but how? It didn't make sense.

What he mistook for a spark glow was just those?? But what were those? Bio lights..? But in the chassis?? And what where they doing outside of Jazz then??

Jazz seemed to notice the confusion on his faceplate because he sat up on the berth properly, more properly at least. "Those are led lights." He explained, pointing towards the lil lights on the bed. "They're basically just pretty lights, I got em solar powered andd modified so if there is no sun they can use a battery just fine. You can put them about anywhere, they are just for aesthetic."

Prowl's optic ridges furrowed, still confused. "So.. they were not your spark..?"

Jazz stared for a moment. "Uh Nope? just a bunch of pretty lights, nothing to worry about."

Prowl couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment but he was quick to shake himself out of it. He had questions.. a lot.

"And you put them in your chassis?"

"Yep."

Prowl stared.

Jazz stared.

"Why."

"Why not? They are cool."

Prowl stared at the led lights. "So they aren't a part of your frame?"

"Not at all. They make a cool glow in the cockpit tho. You wanna see?" Jazz offered.

Prowl froze, blush immediately dusting his cheeks as he cleared his vocalizer. "I- no thank you, that would be highly inappropriate Back to the topic.. why are we not gay?"

Jazz couldn't help but burst into laughter once again.

Prowl frowned. "This is a completely logical question." he defended.

Jazz took a moment to calm himself, still chuckling softly. "Alright, alright. Let me try to explain it in a different way."

Prowl waited patiently, tilting his head to the side, optics locked on Jazz.

Jazz stared back, finials raised up high. "Okay, so being gay isn't about being friends with someone of the same gender, it's about.. uh.." He struggled to find the right words, scratching the back of his neck.

Prowl waited, still looking confused. "It's about what?"

Jazz stared. "Uh."

Just then the door opened and Hot Rod peeked inside. "Oh my ducking god Jazz." He looked at Prowl. "Gay is liking other man in a marriage kinda of way, kiss kiss kind- ya ever had that one gay uncle?? If not then you are the gay uncle-"

"Hot Rod!" Jazz got up, swatting at him. "You are not helping-!"

Prowl was even more confused, if even possible, as he tried to process what was going on. "So.. it's about.. kissing?"

Jazz facepalmed, mumbling something under his breath.

Hot Rod, however, seemed to take the question as a cue to step further into the room, closing the door behind him. "Yeah. Kinda. Oh wait, Optimus and Megatron are gay, how can you not know what gay is if your leaders gay?? Two men- mechs."

Prowl stared. "Oh.. I don't really think that we use the term gay here. We don't really care."

That made both others go silent for a moment.

Hot Rod stared. "What do you mean you don't care?"

Prowl raised an optic ridge, as if that should've been obvious. "We don't care about gender. What matters is the spark. Not the frame."

Hot Rod and Jazz exchanged glances before the more energetic of the two approched and put his hands on Jazz's shoulders.. "Jazz- Jazz-"

Jazz took those hands off his shoulders. "What-" Before he could continue Hot Rod leaned in to whisper something into his audio receptor.

At this point Prowl wasn't sure if he simply didn't have the context or if the two were just weird.

"Which one?" Jazz muttered.

"The blue one."

Jazz stared, finials down.

Hot Rod stared, giddy.

"Hell no Roddy. I don't even know him but hell no-" he turned to Prowl. "Prowler how many blue mechs are in the base right now??"

Prowl blinked but was quick to find the information. "Two. Soundwave and Ultra Magnus."

Jazz stared, helm slowly turning towards Hot Rod. "Roddy. One of them has 8 kids and the other will give you a 9 pages report as to why you shouldn't be with him-"

Hot Rod nodded before doing finger guns. "Excatly. They alredy know what they want. I don't see any red flags."

Jazz ignored him, turning back towards Prowl, who had been watching the entire interaction with a mixture of confusion and amusement.

"Ignore him. He's an idiot."

Chapter 4: questions and misunderstandings

Summary:

"Would you like me if I was a worm?" Jazz asked.

Prowl stared, putting his servos together like in a prayer before covering his intake with them. "What kind of worm would you be?"

Jazz stared, finials slowly going down. "Would that be important?"

Or:

Worm
Confession
This chapter exists so the next chapter makes sense and 2 parts of it are just drabbles to confuse ya all a bit >:3

"Would you like me if I was a worm?" Jazz asked.

Prowl stared, putting his servos together like in a prayer before covering his intake with them. "What kind of worm would you be?"

Jazz stared, finials slowly going down. "Would that be important?"

Prowl gave him a nod. "A flyt is not a worm but if you were a flyt I would for sure love you."

Jazz groaned, throwing his head back in frustration. "That's not an answer Prowl!"

The praxian just gave him a deadpanned stare as he shifted slightly, crossing his arms over his chassis. "If you would be a worm, which kind of worm would you be?" He repeated.

Jazz sighted, finials fully down. "One of those skittery ones, that live close to the ground, probably under a rock and need moisture because the fuckers have gills."

Prowl didn't miss the hint of annoyance in Jazz's voice but remained calm, staring at the mech. "So those tiny grey ones?"

Jazz huffed. "Yes, Prowl, those tiny grey ones.."

"I would fed you to Green."

Prowl stared.

Jazz stared.

"Jokeing." Prowl added quickly. "What's your favourite organic pet?"

Despite himself, Jazz couldn't help but let out a small chuckle at the response. "Wow, way to make a guy feel special." He said. "And my favourite organic pet? Hmm.. Well it has fur, four legs, can be loud or quiet depending on personality and uhh I guess those are omnivores but I can't be sure?? I mean, meat ye but also I've seen them eat grass."

"Aha." Prowl quickly decided that the description was simple and.. it was just not specific enough. "If you were to have a pet that you nedded to keep hidden on base what would it be?"

Jazz stared, finials slowly raising. "Oddly specific.. but okay. Definitely something that can fly so it can get away from you guys if found.. but also easy to lure with food if it were to escape.. not too tamed. The feathers uhm.. you guys wouldn't probably even notice. An omnivore because most of those are anyway I mean- where they get the calcium from otherwise in the wild? Probably restaurants trash cans, I wouldn't be surprised-"

A flyt, Prowl thought. They Definitely had a flyt hidden on board. He had no evidence of course, but the description sounded shockingly similar to one.

Litlle did he knew that Jazz was actually describing something else.

...

..

.

Prowl read a lot of things, some reports and some tips and asked some mechs for advice just in case but even then it was hard to say it as he stared at Jazz.. and there was also the fact that Hot Rod was babysitting Rumble and Prowl swore that he had heard explosions somewhere in the base-

Back to the topic, he took that metallic hand gently into his own.

Jazz's finials shot up, clearly surprised by the gesture. "What are you...?" He trailed off, watching as Prowl's thumb gently stroked the back of his hand.

The praxian gave it a small comforting squeeze. "There's something I need to ask you."

Jazz's helm turned back and forth between Prowl and the wall as a noise was heard that sounded suspiciously like an explosion, curious and a bit confused. "Alright.. go ahead."

Prowl's grip on that hand tightened slightly. He took a deep in-vent, gathering his thoughts. "Jazz, I-" He stopped, searching for the right words.

Another muffled sound from the distance followed... sounded like a scream. Jazz tensed slightly, but he stayed quiet, waiting for Prowl to continue.

"I've been thinking about this for awhile now." Prowl started, keeping his gaze fixed on that hand, still in his grasp.

Jazz remained silent, still trying to make sense of the situation. It was clear that the praxian had something important on his mind, but with another explosion breaking the silence, he couldn't help but look towards the wall again, finials twitching.

Prowl noticed his distraction and gently squeezed his hand again to regain his attention. "Jazz, this is serious."

There was another boom and.. Hot Rod, Megatron and Rumble stared through the hole in the wall.

Prowl's optic ridges furrowed in confusion as he looked up, his grip on Jazz's hand never loosening. "What in the name of-" His sentence was cut off by Jazz, who suddenly burst out laughing as Hot Rod put a poster on it with Rumble from the other side.

Prowl's optic narrowed as he let go of that hand. "What is so amusing..?"

Jazz struggled to catch his breath, his finials shaking from the force of his giggles. "I can't-" He managed between laughs.

Prowl frowned, completely baffled. "Jazz, seriously-"

The other bot laughed for a moment before the laughter died down. "Sorry sorry.. continue please."

Prowl gave him a flat looked, but decided to indulge him. "As I was saying, I've been thinking about.." He fidgeted slightly, and in an attempt to distract himself, he took that hand again and started to lightly stroke the back of it with his thumb. "About us."

Jazz hummed, finials up. "Us?"

Prowl nodded, still unable to meet his gaze. "Yes, us. We've been friends for a while now, and I've grown to care for you deeply. I think.. I love you actually."

Jazz stared for a moment. "Prowl.."

Prowl finally looked up, optics meeting visor. "I know this may sound sudden, and you may not feel the same.. but I had to tell you."

The sound of another explosion echoed through the room, followed by another scream. Jazz winced slightly, but didn't let it distract him for long. "Prowl I.. I think I feel the same way but there is a litlle problem.. the thing is in reality I'm.. rather small and-"

Prowls mind immediately went to the conversation that he eavesdroped on and he interrupted Jazz before the other could continue.

"I already know that." He said, his voice firm. He gently squeezed Jazz's hand. "And it doesn't bother me. At all."

Jazz tilted his head. "You.. know? And it doesn't bother you?" He asked carefully.

The praxian nodded, his expression softening. "Yes, I do know. And no, it doesn't bother me."

Jazz hesitated for a moment, searching Prowl's optics. "But.. but how did you find out? I thought I've been hiding it pretty well."

"I.. happened to overhear a conversation between you and Hot Rod." Prowl confessed.

Jazz groaned. "Of course you heard.. great.. just great."

Prowl chuckled softly, still holding onto Jazz's hand. "Don't worry. It doesn't change anything between us."

Jazz looked at him, finials down. "So you.. you still want to be with me? Even though I'm.." he trailed off.

Prowl gave him a reassuring smile. "Jazz, size doesn't matter to me. I care about you for who you are, not how big or small you are." He took a step closer, closing the distance between them to press a kiss to Jazz's cheek.

Chapter 5: Load-bearers & Pets

Summary:

Ft. Hot Rod and his weird romantic life that he needs to make very hard decisions in
a misunderstanding? 50% closer to whats real tho
A flyt

“Jazz-”

Prowl almost jumped as Hot Rod practically materialised in front of them, interrupting his conversation with Jazz.

“So I was with Magnus-”

“Didn't you say that you want to try to go on a date with Soundwave?” Jazz interrupted.

Hot Rod stared for a moment before energetically shaking his head. “Ye ye, but I gotta befriend him first and I might as well befriend magnus- so anyway we were on a date- kinda I'll consider it a date-”

Jazz nodded along even tho he doubted that.

“-and he took me to his office and I sat down on his desk cause we broke the chair earlier and Jazz- he is small like me! Can you imagine that?? And oh- and Optimus walked in on us-”

Prowl choked on his energon and evacuated, hiding his expression of second hand embarrassment and perhaps slight disgust behind a poker face.

“Oh and Magnus said it's nice to see another load bearer which by the way I dunno what that is but I think he was flirting??-”

Jazz watched Prowl leave before looking at Hot Rod and makeing the Italian hand gestures at him.“Roddy. Roddy do you hear yourself?!- why do you word it like that- and what do you mean small like you??-"

"What do you mean?" Hot Rod asked innocently. "And he just is, he wears an armor."

Jazz shook his head, facepalming. "You know exactly what I mean. You make it sound like- "

Hot Rod leaned against a nearby wall. "Oh come on, Jazz. You're reading too much into it. Now listen-"

Jazz groaned. "Am I really? You're the one who emphasised the fact that you were sitting on his desk-"

Hot Rod stared. "Well, I was."

"That's what I'm talking about. Every single detail, you find a way to make it sound dirty."

the other shrugged. "It's not my fault if you have such a dirty mind."

Jazz facepalmed again. "I do not have a dirty mind, you just have a tendency to twist things around-"

"Hush and listen. Do I need a me sized boyfriend or a me sized children??"

"Uh- What?!" Jazz stared.

Hot Rod looked around before looking back at Jazz, leaning in, visor as if gleaming. "I mean, which is more practical-?"

Jazz's finials drooped even further. "This is a very specific scenario."

Hot Rod nodded. "Oh yes it is."

Jazz shook his head. "Wait, wait, wait. Just to clarify, are-" he made a vague gesture. "Are these your actual plans for the future or is it just a theoretical question?"

Hot Rod stared. "Yes."

Jazz threw up his hands in the air.

"Oh and by the way Magnus gave me the most gentle handshake I ever had?? Said something about being in his armor for too long makeing him delicate and that he suspects that the same can be said about me which- I've got no idea what the fuck that was about but I got a handshake-"

Jazz stared but in horror, which wasn't visible on his mecha anyway. "Roddy. Are you sure that he was gentle with it?? He didn't break your fingers or anything??"

Hot Rod tilted his head as if confused. "I don't think so? I mean, I would probably be able to tell if my fingers didn't bend-"

"Hot Rod this is serious, you wouldn't be able to tell if he-"

"Sheshh I'm fine. Anyway-"

"I'll be seeing that hand later." Jazz threatened

"Okay- anyway- Ya know that he has red optics?? And he said that his real name is not Ultra Magnus but then got into some history lesson about the armor-"

Jazz facepalmed again. "Primus, are you even hearing yourself right now?"

Hot Rod chuckled. "Oh come on, it's not that bad."

Jazz looked at him. "Not that bad? You're practically gushing over the guy like some schoolgirl-"

Hot Rod huffed. "Oh please. Like you're not all over Pro-"

The praxian choose this exact moment to materialise from behind a corner and practically started dragging Jazz to his office.

Hot Rod stared. "Going to have a little private conversation, hmMMm?"

Prowl didn't respond.

Hot Rod played a whistling sound. "Have fun you twoooo."

The door closed and the two stared at eachother for a moment.

Jazz's finials slowly raised and then lowered. "Wha-"

"Are you a load-bearer?" Prowl asked.

Jazz stared. "A what?"

Prowl pinched himself between his optics. "A load-bearer."

Jazz crossed his arms. "And what exactly would that be?"

Prowl's expression seemed serious. "It's... a term used to describe a type of outliers, mechs who are particularly built to be able to handle an armor twice or sometimes even thrice their own size."

"And how does that relate to me?" Jazz asked, clearly confused.

Prowl looked at him, servos now clasped together. "Well, I heard you say that you're small and at first I assumed something inappropriate- and by the way you're not ugly- did you mean that you're a load-bearer??-"

Jazz groaned. "What are we even talking about- and what?-"

Prowl took a step closer. "Are you? A load-bearer??"

Jazz backed up a little, almost walking into a chair. "I-I don't-" he trailed off, looking away.

Prowl noticed his reluctance and stopped his approch. "You don't want to tell me."

Jazz didn't meet his gaze. "It's... complicated."

Prowl narrowed his optics. "Complicated how?"

There was a knock on the door before Optimus peeked in. "Star I know you're in there I-.."

The two turned to look at the prime, who froze in the doorway. "Uh..."

Prowl's gaze hardened. "What is it Optimus?"

Optimus hesitated. "I don't want to interrupt-"

"You're not." The praxian interrupted.

Optimus glanced between the two of them, his optics narrowing in thought. "Are you sure?"

Prowl nodded. "Positive."

Jazz shifted awkwardly. "Yeah, it's fine."

"Alright.. where can I find Starscream? I need help in the gun department."

Prowl took a moment to process the question before replying. "Last I saw him, he was in the barracks giveing a scolding. Why do you assume he would be in my office anyway.." he muttered the last part.

Optimus gave his doorwings a look. "No reason."

"Wouldn't Megatron be better for this?" Jazz asked.

"He is busy.. babysitting and I would rather it be him and not me." Optimus muttered the last part. "Alright, thank you... Excuse me."

With that, he turned and left.

There was a beat of silence before Jazz turned back to Prowl.

The praxian rubbed the back of his head. "That was awkward."

Jazz chuckled softly. "Yeah, it was."

"Now, back to the topic at hand. You still didn't answer my question."

"I guess I am..?"

Prowl stared.

Jazz stared.

Prowls optics narrowed. "You don't sound sure. I'll get you a meeting with Ultra Magnus.." now that he thinks about what he thought when he overheard the conversation he wants to bang his head against the wall. Wait.. but wouldn't a load-bearer have a small-

Prowl bonked himself in his mind.

Jazz made a show of cracking his knuckles. "Oh please do."

Prowl stared in horror. "Was that- did your joints do that?? Are they suppose to do that??-"

the other chuckled. "Yep, they're suppose to do that."

"They're suppose to-" Prowl stopped himself, pinching his nasal ridge. "Never mind that. We're getting off topic here. We-"

There was another knock on the door. Prowl let out a frustrated huff. "What. Is. It."

The door slid open to reveal Optimus... again.

Both Jazz and Prowl turned to look at him.

"I-" Optimus stopped, optics moving between the two of them. "... I'm Interrupting something again?"

Jazz chuckled awkwardly. "Uh, no, no. We were just-"

Prowl interrupted him. "Why are you here?"

Optimus cleared his vocalizer akwardly as he walked inside the room, servos holding something in a way to not reveal what before he removed the one on top revealing small green something.. "I found a Flyt in the guns department and I'm putting it under your care for the time being.. until we can release it that is."

Prowls raised a brow. "That's not G.." he trailed off. "Good Not good at all."

The door opened a litlle further and Hot Rod peeked inside, he looked at the flyt then at Optimus and then back down at the flyt before scooping up the creature and leaving without a word.

Prowls optics narrowed. "Oh. I knew you two had a flyt hidden somewhere."

Jazz ran out of the room. "Roddy we are not keeping that!"

Optimus looked at him. "You knew they had a flyt hidden somewhere?"

Prowl nodded, crossing his arms over his chassis. "Of course I did."

"And you didn't tell anyone?"

"Why would I?"

"Because it's an illegal creature to keep in the base Prowl." Optimus pinched his nasal ridge. "The only reason I'm allowing this one to stay is because it's too small to be released yet."

Prowls optics narrowed slightly as he tilted his head to the side. "... Is it now? An illegal creature?"

"Yes. Ever since one got into one of Starscreams inventions."

"Aha." Prowl sighed heavily then gave Optimus an unimpressed look before just shrugging. “Oh well.”

Optimus looked at him as if he had grown a second head. "Oh well? Normally you're the first one to approve new rules and remind us about them.."

Prowl nodded, his expression completely serious. "Yes, I do and yes, oh well."

The prime stared for another long moment before finally shaking his helm and sighing heavily.

"I don't have the energy to deal with this right now." He muttered under his breath before turning on heel and walking out of the room.

Chapter 6: Friends boyfriend(s)™ and 2 annoying birds

Summary:

Magnus
Soundwave (ft. Birb)
Starscream

Notes:

Thank you all for your lovely comments! I may not replay to all of em but every single one of em warms my heart <3

It had taken a day for Jazz to finally meet with Ultra Magnus, would have been faster if he didn't need to figure out how to care for a flyt but anyway, here he was, in Magnuses office, glaring daggers although that wasn't visible.

"Ultra Magnus." He greeted.

Ultra Magnus looked up from the reports he had been working on, his gaze turning to the mecha.

"Jazz." He greeted back, gesturing for him to take a seat. "How may I assist you?"

"Well. There Is a thing or two." Jazz started as he walked over to the seat, letting himself fall onto the chair ungracefully. Ultra Magnus raised an optic ridge but said nothing, setting the datapads down.

"Be careful with Roddy."

"Excuse me?" The big bot said. "I always am. I'm aware of how delicate one like us is without the.. armor."

Ah.

For a moment Jazz stared, finials slowly lowering.

"When you say us you mean load-bearers?" He asked.

Ultra Magnus gave him a nod.

Okii.

"There are some things that Hot Rod didn't tell you about then." He started. "The thing is, he lacks.. pain receptors and he won't be able to tell you if you-"

"He told me. I'm aware." Ultra Magnus nodded. "I promise to be careful."

"Good. That's good. Thank you." Jazz nodded, his finials slightly raising. "Care to demonstrate the handshake that you gave him tho? Just in case.."

Ultra Magnus stared at him for a moment before getting up and locking the door and then to Jazz's suprise all the armor clattered to the ground, he was reminding about some unboxing videos, a small mech was left behind- armor detached again leaving behind a.. human sized litlle bot.

"That's gonna be a pain to get into later.." the small mech muttered.

Jazz stared at the armor in disbelief then at Ultra Magnus, finials fully up. "Woah. You're-"

Ultra Magnus raised a servo, cutting hum off. "A load-bearer like Hot Rod, yes I told you."

"I was going to say small but yes." Jazz nodded slowly, still staring at him before sitting down on the ground. "I.. didn't expect you to.. look like that."

Ultra Magnus gave him a dry look. "And what did you expect me to look like?"

"I dunno. You have a moustache." Jazz made sure that his mecha would not fall over as he leaned against the desk and disconnected, chestplateing opened, panic bit at him briefly because- what if Ultra Magnus will see that he is organic? But also the mech didn't figure it out with Hot Rod so he should hopefully be okay..

He made his way out, walking to Magnus, the face mask he put on beforehand provided oxygen for at least 3 hours so all should be good.

Ultra Magnus offered him a servo. Jazz hesitantly reached out and took the offered handshake.

The mech was surprisingly gentle with it, making sure to not grip too tightly or move too abruptly. His armor was strangely soft.

There was no way in hell that Hot Rod had been exaggerating about this being one of the gentlest handshakes he'd ever had.

Jazz coughed akwardly before pulling his hand away. There was a bit of silence, before Ultra Magnus spoke up.

"So. What is the other thing you wanted to talk about?" He asked, turning his attention back to the datapads although he couldn't reach them now. One looked pretty close to falling off the desk tho..

Jazz ran to his mecha and pulled a flyt out of the cockpit. "You want a flyt?"

...

..

.

Jazz paced outside Soundwaves room, his thoughts swam as he tried to gather the courage to knock, Ultra Magnus was one thing but Soundwave? He was kinda scared to have that talk and-

The door opened. Soundwave stared before handing him something. "Soundwave is aware. Won't hurt Hot Rod, doesn't want a flyt." And then the door closed.

Jazz stood there, stunned for a moment as he stared at the now closed door.

"Well that was... anticlimactic." He muttered under his breath before looking down at the thing Soundwave had just handed him-

Laserbeak stared in his hold.

Jazz stared at the creature, feeling slightly confused.

"Laserbeak?" He asked, as if the bird would answer him.

Laserbeak just chirped in response.

Jazz sighed. "Great.. damn telepaths.."

The door opened slightly and Soundwave peeked out. "No swearing. Laserbeak: should be back by seven. Soundwave is aware what Jazz and Hot Rod are." And with that it closed again.

Jazz stared at the closed door trying to not panic before he decided to not think about that, he has time to panic later, right now there is a lil dude in his care. He looks back down at the bird. "Great.. what do I do with you now?"

Laserbeak looked in the direction of the cafeteria before tilting his head.

"Sure, why not." Jazz said, the litlle avian climbed onto his shoulder.

He walked into the cafeteria, Laserbeak perched comfortably now. The sight was enough to make a few heads turn in confusion but no one said anything.

Jazz walked to the dispenser and then just stared, because what should he take? There was energon.. but there was also oil? Not to mention some fuel meant for fliers.. he looked at the machine and then at Laserbeak before taking every single one of the drinks available and then putting them on a nearby table before sitting down.

Laserbeak hopped off his shoulder as the he sat down and stared at the drinks on the table, tilting his head to the side in curiosity.

A few of the mechs were looking over at them with looks of confusion but nobody dared to say anything for now. There were whispers and hushed conversations but nothing more. Nobody approached yet.

"That's like.. a first time Sire I'm telling you.." some seeker whispered.

"Why you say that?"

"Bought literally every fuel blend available."

"Oh."

Laserbeak hopped to the fuel meant for fliers before shoveing his entire head into it.

"I hope that you're not trying to drown out of spite or something.. " Jazz muttered and stared for a moment before leaning back in his seat as he watched the avian drink. "Oh and That's.. not gonna make you explode or anything is it?"

Laserbeak paused, pulling his head out before shaking it no, fuel flying everywhere before the bird continued to drink.

"Good." Jazz muttered under his breath, glancing around at the curious stares of other mechs who were clearly trying not to be too obvious about their interest.

A few more whispers floated by-

"Is that Soundwaves Casette?"

"Yeah... but why is Jazz with it?"

"Maybe they're dating now???"

"Jazz and Soundwave? I could see it."

Jazz groaned internally at the 2 last ones. His finials raised up as a seeker approched. "Uh hi?"

"Hey." The seeker replied. "Mind if I sit here?"

Jazz shrugged. "Knock yourself out."

The seeker sat down and stared at Laserbeak for a moment before turning back to Jazz, the pilot stared, dots connecting slowly, seekers looked mostly the same for him and it was hard to tell em apart but..

"You're Starscream right?"

"Yep. That would be me." The seeker replied with a nod and a smirk before it dropped. "Now listen. Could you tell your boyfriend to stop locking his office? There is no danger here and it's not like we steal things.. if we would Warp would get there with teleportation. So there is no need."

For a moment Jazz stared. "Soundwave and I are not-"

"I meant Prowl."

"Oh."

Starscream stared with a raised optic ridge.

Jazz stared. "Let me guess. You wanna avoid work by going there whenever Megatron or Optimus want something?"

Starscream's smirk grew wider. "Ah, so you do understand."

Jazz leaned forward slightly, resting his chin on one hand. "Oh I understand just fine—you're avoiding paperwork like the plague."

Laserbeak pulled his head out of the fuel again, shaking it, droplets everywhere.

Starscream glanced at the bird briefly before refocusing on Jazz. "Exactly! So if Prowl would just stop locking that office down—"

"Prowl has every right to lock his office." Jazz interrupted, tilting his helm slightly as he gave Starscream a look although that wouldn't be visible.. visor and all. "Ask Tarn tho."

Starscream's smirk faltered. "Right.." He mumbled, clearly not happy with that solution.

Jazz chuckled "What? Doesn't sound very appealing?"

Starscream rolled his optics. "Oh, please. Who in their right mind would willingly approach that mech? I'll pass."

Laserbeak waddled his way to the oil, dipping a beak into it before jumping in and batheing like a duck, oil falling everywhere.

"Don't!" Starscream picked the bird out of the glass. "I polished you yesterday!"

Laserbeak protested with a series of indignant chirps, oil flying in every direction.

"Oh shut it, you little gremlin and just accept the fact that you're clean." Starscream held the struggling bird at arms length, trying to avoid the oil getting on him.

"So you were babysitting yesterday?" Jazz asked.

Starscream held the bird to him. "I knocked on the door to Soundwaves room to ask if he knew somewhere where Optimus won't find me and he handed me the litlle pest before closeing the door. Go wash him before he gets it everywhere else."

Jazz took Laserbeak with a sigh, holding the squirming bird at arm's length as well. "Yeah yeah, I got it. Hi Prowl! And sorry got a situation over here." And with that he left.

Prowl sat down next to Starscream.

The seeker gulped.

He looked at Prowl, wings going down. "Uh.. Hi."

Prowl stared back at him for a moment before turning his attention to the empty seat where Jazz had been sitting just moments ago. "So.. you've been hiding in my office?"

"I-no!" Starscream blurted out, holding up his servos defensively. "I-"

Prowl raised an optic ridge, clearly not convinced.

Starscream sighed. "Okay maybe I've been hiding in there. But can you really blame me? Have you seen all the paperwork Optimus has been dumping on us lately?"

Prowl hummed, nodding in agreement. "Fair point. But that's no excuse for slacking."

Starscream rolled his optics. "Oh come on Prowl, when was the last time you even had some proper rest? Bet you haven't even taken a single break today."

Prowl shifted in his seat, a bit uncomfortable. "That is not the point." He replied.

Starscream raised a brow. "Uh hu. Invest in recharge. Oh and about Jazz, I've been meaning to ask.. is that cockpit like a seekers?"

Prowl stared with a poker face. "What."

"Ya know, for sparklings? With another layer to protect the spark or is it just a cosmetic thing?"

Prowl frowned. "How am I suppose to know?"

Starscreams expression became one of suprise. "Oh so you didn't- okay. Forget I asked." He coughed akwardly. "By the way tell Hot Rod to stop catfishing the seekers, the others think that this massive spoiler that he installed not so long ago is actually wings."

Prowl's expression darkened. ""I'll have a word with him." He muttered. "And about hiding in my office-"

Starscream got up and run away.

"Come back!"

Chapter 7: A new friend

Summary:

Soundwave
Misunderstanding unfolded? More to hit us in the face later tho

Once free of the flyt.

Jazz had some time to himself.

Sure he promised himself to panic later but he for sure didn't expect that panic to hit him like a truck once he was back inside his and Hot Rods room.

He found himself leaning against the wall and then sliding down till he was sitting down on the ground, finials twitched before lowering fully, the mecha was going haywire, sensors detecting the elevated heartbeat and searching for an attacker that was not there, breath uneven as he tried to not think about the fact that Soundwaves knew- Soundwaves fucking knew, oh how easy it will be for him to just hand all this information over to the higher ups and Jazz and Roddy would be no more?-

A chirp pulled him out of his thoughts. Laserbeak.

The small avian sat down in front of him, tilting his head to the side in what seemed to be slight concern before he scooted closer, nudging Jazz lightly with his beak and when that didn't work hopped into his lap, nuzzling against him like some cat.

"Hey there buddy.." Jazz muttered, hand traveling to pet the litlle birds head. He couldn't feel the texture of it nor the warmth but the feeling that it was there, that someone was there was more than enough.

Laserbeak chirped quietly at the touch, nuzzling into his hand with a soft tweet.

Jazz couldn't help but smile a little. "I'm okay, buddy." He murmured, gently petting the lil fellow. "Just... a lot on my mind."

Laserbeak chirped again.

Jazz took another shaky breath, trying to calm himself down. "I just... I don't know what to do, you know?" He said softly, continuing to stroke Laserbeaks head. "Soundwave know, he knows what me and Hot Rod are and now I..." He cut himself off, voice trembling slightly. "I don't know what's gonna happen."

Laserbeak tilted his head again, looking up at him with another concerned chirp.

Jazz sighted.. "I'm sorry, bud. I didn't mean to worry you."

Laserbeak just nuzzled against his hand again, seeming content to just sit in his lap. The small gesture somehow helped to calm him down, and he couldn't help but find a bit of comfort in the presence of the avian.

"Thanks." He whispered.

Silence fell between them for a moment.

Well until someone knocked on the door.

Jazz felt himself tense up at the sound, finials lowering slightly, he didn't even know that they had raised when he was petting Laserbeak, He glanced over at the door, a sense of anxiety creeping up on him. It took him a moment and a deep breath before he got to his feet, Laserbeak climbed and perched on his head as he walked to the door and opened it.

Laserbeak made a happy chirp, immediately flying off of him and settling himself on the other mechs shoulder.

Soundwave.

For a moment they just stared at each other, visor to visor. Jazz broke it off, clearing his throat before looking away, finials lowered as he felt a rush of anxiety once again.

"Soundwave." He said, keeping his voice steady, although that in itself was a feat.

Soundwave stared silently for a moment, not saying a word before taking his hand and starting to drag him who knows where.

Jazz, caught off guard, stumbled after the mech. "H- Hey! Where are we going?"

Soundwave remained silent, continuing to tug him through the hall. Laserbeak flew up and followed after them, flying a few feet above, chirping curiously.

Finally, they reached their destination, Soundwaves room. The mech closed the door behind them, locking it with a loud metallic clang. It was.. huge, an organised mess to put it simply, one part had toys scattered across berths, a lot of berths.. and the other had electronics, datapads stacked neatly, it looked to be separated into a bedroom, a living room and something that was suppose to resemble an office?

"Take a seat." Soundwave's voice was calm and steady, gesturing to table in the middle of the room.

Jazz hesitated for a moment, still feeling uneasy about the whole situation before he finally complied, moving to sit down on a chair, he noted the lack of the cassettes... Laserbeak had followed them, flying over and settling himself on a nearby seat.

Soundwave took the few empty cubes that were left on the table, Jazz did not comment about the fact that he left a box that was laying sideways on top of it, there was also a pillow inside it.. looked like something made for a cat.

the pilot tried to not let panic eat at him because for one his mecha was threatening to malfunction from his elevated heartbeat and for two there is no way that Soundwave knew how to get to him- the real fleshy him, couldn't know which panels triggered the cockpit to release and Jazz could put up a fight if he-

Finally after a moment Soundwave came back and did the thing that Jazz feared, somehow triggered the cockpit to open manually with his strange appendages, before Jazz knew what was happening he was being pulled out of his mecha.

"Wait-" the pilots voice came out in a strangled gasp. "H-how did you-" His thoughts raced, panic threatening to take over as the unfamiliar feeling of being exposed washed over him. He would fucking suffocate and-

He could breath here?? But how??

Soundwave put him down in the box on the pillow before offering a small cup of tea to him.

Jazz stared, feeling completely baffled. He looked between the small cup and Soundwave.

"I-what-" He managed to mumble out.

Soundwave just waited silently, holding the small cup of tea out for him. Laserbeak chirped quietly in the background. Jazz hesitantly took the cup.

Soundwave offered him a biscuit.

Jazz stared blankly at the biscuit.

This was.. not how he imagined it would be. He expected yelling and some kind of torture..

"I-" The pilot cleared his throat awkwardly, setting the cup down in his lap, it was warm. "..thank you, but why-" He hesitated, not really sure what to say.

"Laserbeak informed Soundwave of Jazz acting off. Jazz is showing all the symptoms of being connected far too long to the armor." Soundwave explained.

"Oh.." was all Jazz managed to say in response as he took the biscuit. "Wait.. how do you know that I..?"

Soundwave tilted his helm, visor staring at him with that blank look. "Hot Rod. Soundwave can read minds. Besides Jazz is not good at acting. Soundwave observes."

Jazz looked away, taking a small bite out of the biscuit. "Okay.. and where did you get the tea and biscuit from?"

"Frenzy likes to bake, acquired the recipe from an organic planet."

Jazz stared at Soundwave for a moment, trying to figure out what to say, there was a beat of silence. Finally he spoke. "Why are you giving me tea.. and a biscuit instead of reporting me to high command.. ?"

"Soundwave is not cruel.

"Oh." Jazz repeated, taking a small sip of the tea. It was warm and sweet, the perfect blend of apple and something else that he couldn't quite put his finger on. "And the oxygen?"

Soundwave took a seat, folding his servos in his lap. "Soundwave's room has a filtration unit connected to the ventilation system. It purifies the air and mixes in oxygen, making it suitable for your condition."

"Why have that? It's not like you need oxygen.."

"Ravage likes plants."

Jazz nodded, taking another sip of the tea. "Oki. But why are you doing this? I mean- You're not obligated to keep my secret. You could turn me in any time you wanted to."

Soundwave tilted his helm once again. "Soundwave could. But he won't. Soundwave does not find the thought of someone dying because they're a different species appealing."

"That's oh- thank you, I would shake your hand if I could but." Jazz gestured to himself. "Ya know."

Soundwave nodded. "Jazz is welcome."

For a few minutes there was silence, only broken by the noise of Jazz slowly finishing his cup and the sound of Laserbeak's wings flapping now and then in the background. Jazz stared into the empty cup. "So... one last question. Why do you yeet everyone into babysitting your kids?"

Soundwave stared.

Jazz stared.

"Soundwave has 8 cassettes, work as the secound in command, no free childcare nor partner to take care of cassettes or accuse for child support, no daycare in sight because mechs do not have sparklings in the middle of war-"

"Ah." Is all Jazz menaged to say as the other started his rant, he ended up setting the cup aside before leaning back against the wall of the box and sliding down until he was laying on the pillow, the softness surrounding him.

...

..

.

"Thanks again." Jazz walked out of Soundwaves room, back in his mecha- only to come face to face with Megatron who was holding Rumble and Frenzy.

The twins were both staring at him, clearly unimpressed.

Jazz stared back.

Silence hung in the air for a moment, before Megatron spoke. "Explain."

Jazz shifted awkwardly. "Uh.. well you see-"

Rumble, the red one.. no wait, the blue one, let out a huff, arms crossed, tapping his foot.. in the air, would have looked more serious if he was on the ground.

Jazz cleared his throat. "Soundwave and I were just, uh.. discussing things-"

Megatron raised an optic ridge. "Is that's so? I'll let Prowl and Hot Rod know all about that. Soundwave never let's anyone into his room."

Jazz stared. "Kay." Before walking past him.

Megatron watched him go. "That was.. suspicious at best and very concerning at worst"

Frenzy, the other blue one, no wait, the red one, huffed, crossing his arms. "Understatement of the century."

Megatron hummed, still staring after Jazz as he put the twins down. "Rumble, Frenzy, go, shoo."

"But-"

"No. Go."

The two let out a groan before makeing their way into Soundwaves room. The red one first and the other red one- I mean the blue one first- they both squeezed in through the door frame at the same time.

Chapter 8: Good partner

Summary:

Prowls doing his best

“If you hear a rumor that I'm with Soundwave, that's not true.” Jazz said and Prowl raised an optic ridge, the two were currently in the praxians office as the enforcer got Jazz here, wanting to find out why the actual frag Megatron told him that he was being cheated on, they didn't even have the time to sit down yet.

The praxian blinked. "Excuse me, this Soundwave? That creepy one with 8 sparklings and no time in his life for anything other than them and work?"

Jazz sighed, fidgeting with his hands. "Yes, that Soundwave."

Prowl frowned and crossed his arms. "And why would anyone think that you're in a relationship with him of all mechs?"

"I was going into a panic attack of sorts while babysitting Laserbeak and he just appeared and pulled me into his room." Jazz explained.

Prowl's frown deepened. "Why were you panicking?"

Jazz shifted, looking away, finials going down "everything- It was just a little bit too much, ya know?" He replied evasively.

Prowl's frown deepened further. "Jazz."

Jazz cleared his throat. "Don't make a big deal out of this, okay? It was just a minor panic attack."

Prowl was silent for a moment, taking in those words. "Jazz." He repeated, voice softer this time. "Look at me."

"Are you mad..?" Jazz muttered.

Prowl sighed, shaking his helm. "I'm not mad, just.. You should've told me."

Jazz shrugged, still avoiding eye contact. "It was nothing really, it's just-"

"You were panicking. You were having a panic attack, Jazz." The praxian interrupted. "And you don't consider that a big deal?"

"Well.. I-" Jazz shrugged again, shifting uncomfortably. "It's not a big deal if it doesn't happen again, right?"

Prowl gave him a sharp look. "And do you have any guarantees that it won't happen again?"

Jazz stared at the floor.

"That's what I thought." Prowl said, tone soft but firm, before continuing. "Did Soundwave help you through it?"

Jazz hesitated for a moment but then nodded faintly. "Yeah." He admitted quietly.

The praxian sighed, his expression softening a bit more. "I'm glad he did, but that doesn't change the fact that you should've told me."

The other nodded silently, still not meeting the praxians gaze. Prowl let out another sigh, stepping closer. "Jazz, look at me."

It took a moment of hesitating but Jazz finally looked up at the enforcer.

Prowl stared him in the eyes, well visor. "I'm not angry, okay? I'm just worried." He said softly.

"And you don't believe the rumours?"

Prowl shook his helm. "Of course I don't, those rumours are ridiculous, anyone who knows you both knows better."

For a moment Jazz stared before pulling him into a hug, one hand landing on a doorwing accidentally and he gave the appendage a gentle rub as an apology, the praxian practically melted.

Prowl let out a slight, content hum, doorwing raising to the touch as Jazz rubbed the sensitive surface of it. He wrapped his arms around the other. "That's nice.."

Jazz chuckled lightly, resting his chin on the Praxians shoulder. "I'll keep that in mind." He said, shifting a little closer.

Prowl chuckled. "Oh, will you now?"

"Mmhm." Jazz replied.

"You're distracting me." Prowl mumbled.

"Am not. I was wondering.. would you be able to tell Optimus to.. I dunno, make a daycare for example? Could be nice ya know?-"

Prowl hummed thoughtfully, still somewhat distracted. "A daycare?" He repeated, tilting his helm slightly. "That's a very specific request."

Jazz nodded. "Yep. Imagine the amount of mechs that could use a break."

Prowl frowned. "I think I know only one.." the frown turned into a serious expression as some none existent dots connected in the praxians processor. "Jazz."

Jazz quickly tensed up as Prowl pulled away and the praxian gently cupped his face, forcing him to look at him.

Prowl's expression was stern unlike before. "Is this panic attack and the sudden proposal for a daycare related?" He asked, voice calm and steady.

Jazz stared. "What."

Prowl stared. "You heard me."

Jazz shook his head. "No. I was thinking about opening one for Soundwaves cassettes."

"Oh." The praxian muttered.

"What did you think?" Jazz tilted his head in the others hold.

Prowl paused for a moment. "I thought that you-" He stopped himself, shaking his head. "Nevermind."

Jazz made a confused noise, still looking at the other. "You thought I what now?-"

"No- It's nothing, really." Prowl waved one of his servos dismissively as if to wave the thought away. The other falling away from Jazz's face.

Jazz crossed his arms. "Nah uh. Tell me."

The praxian put a servo over his faceplate before letting it slide off as he muttered something.

Jazz stared. "What?"

"I said. I thought you might be carrying." Prowl explained, vaguely gesturing with his servos.

"What does carrying mean?"

Prowl stared at him, dumbfounded. "Please tell me you're joking."

Jazz stared back, clearly having no idea what his partner was talking about.

Prowl sighed, rubbing his nasal ridge. "Carrying as in.. with sparkling. Carrying a sparkling. Expecting?" He clarified.

"Prowl. I'm a dude, a male of my species we do not get pregnant- we do not do the carrying-"

"Are you sure?"

"I'm fucking sure-"

"You checked?-"

"No but-"

"Ya wanna?"

"What."

Jazz stared.

Prowl stared. "I can call wheeljack to do some testing if you want?" He clarified.

Jazz continued to stare.

Prowl fidgeted with his servos.

"I'll let you know that sounded super sus." Jazz muttered before shaking his head. "And with whose sparkling would I even be pregnant with?"

"Your own, I wouldn't be suprised if a fragment of your spark split off like Soundwaves from all the fighting and resulted in a sparkling, tac-net says that there is a 7% probability that-" the praxian stopped as Jazz squished his cheeks.

"Prowl, honey, baby, please stop using tac-net to assume and just talk to me-"

"It was useful in decepticon attacks." Prowl tried to defend.

"Prowl, do you hear yourself?? Would me being pregnant have anything to do with a decepticons attack?- "

Prowl gave him a strange look.

"Prowl."

The praxian sighted, taking Jazz's hands into his servos gentely and pulling them away from his faceplate. "I'll try.."

"Thank you." Jazz nodded before pausing. "Hold on. What do you mean 'fragment of spark split off'?"

"A part of a Cybertronians spark can split off depending on circumstances and form a sparkling with no partner needed." Prowl explained.

"That.." Jazz started. "Sounds like it fucking sucks. Good thing I'm not a cybertronian so that for sure won't happen to me." He muttered the last part.

They remained silent for a moment.

"So.. a daycare." Jazz said finally.

"That was the original topic of this conversation, yes." Prowl nodded, still holding onto the other's hands.

"Right." Jazz nodded, gently squeezing Prowl's servos. "Do you think Optimus will agree?"

Prowl hummed. "He would be a fool not to. Unless.." the praxians expression became thoughtful as he looked away, thinking. "Maybe he enjoys seeing Megatron suffer, who knows."

"Wait- Optimus wouldn't-" Jazz started.

Prowl cut him off "-It was a joke, Jazz."

"Oh."

The two got startled as the door opened and Hot Rod practically barged in, hands, servos falling apart quickly as the mecha made his way in front of Jazz and gave him a light smack on the helm. "That's for 'legitimately' stealing my man-"

Prowl stared. "What."

"Not u-"

"You mean one of your man's?" Jazz interrupted.

"Hush, and thats-" Hot Rod leaned in, bonking their helms together in a sort of akward suppose to be forehead kiss. "And that's for worrying about me-"

Prowl's optic twitched. "Hot Rod."

"Hm?" Hot Rod glanced at Prowl.

"Would you mind leaving." The praxians voice was polite, yet the edge of cold was clearly present.

Hot Rod's stared. "Actually-"

"Now." Prowl cut him off, his voice even and calm, yet the tone left no room for discussion.

Hot Rod paused after a moment before makeing finger guns in Prowls direction. "Ah." Quickly leaving the room and shutting the door quite loudly.

Both Prowl and Jazz winced at the loud sound, Jazz turning to Prowl, finials giveing a twitch. "Jealous much?"

Prowl shot him a look. "Oh hush."

Jazz laughed.

Notes:

We are sadly coming to an end, there is gonna be one more chapter for Jazz and Prowl and then one for Just Roddy and his whole dilemma, thank ya all for coming this far ^w^

Chapter 9: Secret is out aka Jazz squishy

Summary:

Prowl finds out

"Prowl there is something that I need to tell ya actually." Jazz began, the two still in Prowls office.

The praxian hummed in acknowledgment. "Go on."

"The thing Is I'm a very tiny-"

"Load-bearer I know."

Jazz stared.

Prowl stared.

Jazz made an angry noise. "Bruh."

Prowl blinked. "What did I say wrong?"

Jazz crossed his arms. "You assumed and interrupted me. Let me finish."

"Oh." Prowl mumbled before gesturing for Jazz to continue. "My apologies, go ahead."

Jazz sighed but nodded. "Thank you."

Prowl nodded as well. "No problem. What were you trying to say?"

"The thing is.." Jazz trailed off.

"Oh my fragging primus, say it or get the frag out! It's like watching a bad soap opera at this point!" Starscream shouted, getting out from under the desk.

"Hey! What the frag are you doing in my office again!" Prowl shouted.

Starscream groaned, getting fully up and dusting off the non-existing dust on himself before he shrugged, crossing his arms. "Your door was unlocked and I thought it's be funny to surprise you. But all I got was this soap opera of a relationship instead."

Prowls optics narrowed.

Jazz tugged at his servo. "Perhaps let's just go to my room?"

The praxian took a deep breath, trying to calm himself before nodding. "Yes, we'll talk about it at your room." He said, glancing at Starscream, who stuck his glossa out before sitting back down under the desk.

Prowl sighed and grabbed Jazz's servo, pulling him out of the room. "Seekers are so annoying.." He muttered.

Jazz stared for a moment but decided to not comment about it, finnaly they reached his and Roddys room, he opened the door and-

Stared at Soundwave, Magnus and Hot Rod.

Jazz's finials lowered, still holding Prowl's servo as he stared at the trio, who stared back.

The room was silent for a moment until Prowl broke the silence."...I'm not even going to ask." He simply said, staring at the three, his gaze lingering on Soundwave for just a moment longer then necessary.

"We are having a.. discussion." Magnus replied, crossing his arms, the other two nodded in agreement.

Jazz sighted. "Prowl let's just go to the plant room and you two-" he pointed at them with his other servo. "Watch yourselves, I will kick your afts if I'll see even a scratch on him!"

Hot Rod sighted. "Dude stop being a mom, we have one here alredy." He pointed at Soundwave.

"Soundwave doesn't think being protective is wrong." Soundwave spoke up.

Hot Rod stared at him. "Dude, you're suppose to agree with me and not with him."

Soundwave crossed his arms.

Magnus cleared his vocalizer akwardly.

Prowl sighted and shook his head. "We should get going."

Jazz looked at him, snapping himself out of it as he nodded. "Right." He cleared his throat. "I'll see you guys later I guess-"

Prowl dragged him out of the room and to the plant room they went, the door closed behind them. The room was one giant farm land with species of plants not only from earth but gigantic ones from other planets as well. A bench in the middle, giant pink petals everywhere.

"So, what did you want to talk about?" Prowl asked, leaning against the wall, careful to not step on any plant.

Jazz sighted, finials down. "I'm an organic."

Prowl stared, taking a moment to process the information. "You're.. an organic?" He repeated to make sure he heard correctly.

Jazz nodded, fidgeting with his servos. "Yep."

For a moment there was nothing but silence again until Prowl pushed himself off the wall, crossing his arms as he glanced at him from head to toe.

Jazz shifted from one leg to the other, a bit uncomfortable under the praxian's gaze. Prowl was probably already making calculations.

"You don't look like one." The praxian muttered.

"Ah." Jazz stared. "Hold on a minute, lemme just-" chassis opening-

Prowl covered his optics. "Are you trying to flash me?!-"

There was a pause.

Slowly Prowl opened his digits, peeking from between them.

Jazz laughed with a grin, standing inside the open cockpit. Ah, load-bearer, Prowl forgot, okay.. although apperently not, organic..?

Prowl blinked and slowly took a step towards Jazz. He knelt in front of the open mecha, careful not to accidentally step on or move any plants. "I still don't see it."

Jazz groaned, throwing his hands up in the air. "Am I suppose to take off all the armor for you to believe me??"

Prowl stared. "You're even smaller than this?"

Jazz stared.

Prowl stared.

"I can feel you judging me." Jazz huffed, crossing his arms.

Prowl quickly shook his head. "I'm not. I'm just.. trying to.. get this straight." He replied, servo traveling to scoop Jazz up carefully.

Jazz was taken completely by surprise, not expecting the mechs boldness as he clinged to whatever part of Prowls servo he could hold onto.

Prowl paused, glancing down at him. "Is this okay?"

Jazz looked up at him for a moment before nodding. "Uh.. yeah, yeah this is fine." He replied awkwardly before he sat down in Prowls palm.

"You are really organic. No metal is this squishy.." Prowl muttered, breaking the silence.

Jazz cleared his throat. "Yep, told ya'." A pause. "So.. how's the view from there."

Prowls gaze snapped up to his face. "Uh.. good.. I'm just thinking.." he trailed off.

"How handsome I am?" Jazz joked.

Prowl huffed. "No. How easily it would be to give you to prime like this."

Jazz stared. "What."

Prowl looked at him. "I'm just jokeing.. but I do think I have to rethink our relationship."

The two stared for a good long moment before Jazz spoke.

"You-" he paused. "You're thinking about breaking up because I told you that I'm an oregano?" His voice went quiet.

Prowls optics widened and he quickly shook his head. "Oh nononono- that's not what I meant-"

"I mean organic." Jazz cleared his throat before he crossed his arms. "Then what did you mean."

Prowl paused for a moment, thinking of the best way to explain. "I just.. feel like we're not a good match."

Jazz stared. "You're going to have to elaborate."

"You're not a cybertronian nor are you for the matter a half-cyber species or another species similar to one."

Jazz huffed, glaring almost. "You think that's the only thing between us? the fact that I'm not a cybertronian?"

Prowl glanced away. "Not- No. There's more to it."

"Like what." Jazz leaned back, arms still crossed.

Prowl shifted, avoiding his gaze. "Like-... you're so squishy and small.."

Jazz stared. "You're breaking up with me because I'm small and squishy? Because I'm a worm?"

Prowl quickly shook his head. "No- that's not.. that's not it.."

Jazz huffed, glaring dagger, fingers digging into palms. "Then tell me what it is."

Prowl shifted uncomfortably before sighing. "The problem is that- you're very fragile."

Jazz frowned. "I'm not that fragile."

"You're sitting in my palm and if I squeeze a little too hard you're going to break."

"You don't have problems like that with green despite her being probably more fragile." Jazz pointed out.

"Yes, but she isn't as small as you." Prowl replied. "And it's just.. I don't think that us-"

Jazz interrupted him. "You know what? Fine. You're breaking up with me because you don't wanna risk squishing me like a bug? Fine." He huffed. "Just set me down."

Prowl shook his helm, servo gently closing around him as he sighted. "I just don't want to hurt you.. but I guess we can try? Mass shifting is out of the picture since metal and all that but I can invest in a holoform for you."

Jazz stared at Prowl as he sat quietly in the mechs servo, a mix of surprise and disbelief crossing his face. He opened his mouth to speak, but found his voice failing him.

Prowl looked down at him, concern etched upon his faceplate. "Jazz...?" He gently prodded, waiting for some kind of reaction.

Jazz took a moment to find his voice, words finally coming out in a mixture of surprise and hope. "You're.. You're willing to try...?"

Prowl sighted, gaze softening. "Of course. I still care about you."

Jazz stared, still a bit shocked but a weight seemed to be lifted off of him. "You do?"

Prowl nodded. "Yes. I do. I wouldn't be offering if I didn't." He muttered. Tac net offered that the safest route of action to keep Jazz safe would be a break up, for once Prowl did not listen.

Chapter 10: Hot Rod asks, gets answers

Summary:

Decisions are made for Hot Rod

Elsewhere

“The thing Is.” Hot Rod started, looking from Magnus to Soundwave. “I like you both but I can't decide..”

“Soundwave sees Hot Rod as a charge rather than a romantic partner.” Soundwave said.

Hot Rod stared. “What's that?”

Magnus cleared his vocalizer. "It means that he views you like someone he needs to protect and mentor, like the cassettes."

Hot Rod looked from Mganus to Soundwave. “Is this why you won't let me babysit any of the cassettes and insist that Megatron or Magnus should spend time with me?"

Soundwave nodded. "Affermative. An inexperience young individual should not be in charge of or take care of another inexperienced young invidual.”

“But you let Jazz watch em. That ain't fair.”

“Jazz is older and more mature than you." Soundwave pointed out, crossing his arms.

Hot Rod huffed and crossed his arms. "And how about you Magnus?"

Magnus crossed his arms too, looking down at him. "I'd consider myself as a guardian rather than a romantic partner as well." He replied.

Hot Rod's shoulders sank, normally unmoving finials flattened. "Oh.."

"That doesn't mean that we're not fond of you though." Magnus said, voice soft.

Hot Rod hesitated for a moment before speaking. "So- it's a no with you both."

Soundwave nodded, while Magnus sighed. "Yes... I suppose."

"But." Magnus quickly added, making sure to get Hot Rod's attention. "We still care about you. That won't change just because we're not interested in a relationship with you."

Hot Rod looked from one to the other, sighing before shaking his head. "Yeah.. of course. I.. I understand." He muttered. "I'm just.. gonna go, I think I- I dunno, I just wanna be alone."

Before neither Magnus or Soundwave could speak, Hot Rod had already left. They both glanced at each other.

"I don't like where this is going." Magnus said, voice concerned.

Soundwave nodded. "Soundwave send Ratbat to supervise."

...

..

.

Hot Rod made his way in front of the base and then climbed a bit of the wall in front of it, the old thing was basically the last defense if the barrier failed and quints got in but also it was his hiding spot of sorts, the cave made by some explosion a perfect place to just exsist and think when he needed some time to be alone and think- actually probably like never.

He made his way inside, expect there was a mech alredy In there, smoking.

Hot Rod stared at the mech, finials twitching. The other hadn't seemed to notice him yet, to occupied with his own thoughts.

Hot Rod crossed his arms, clearing his throat to get the mechs attention. The other mech's helm snapped up, staring at him wide eyed.

No one said anything for a moment, just staring at each other.

Hot Rod was the first to break the silence. "That spot is taken."

The mech scooted a bit to the side and patted the spot next to himself. In a moment of hesitance, Hot Rod decided to sit down next to him, his arms crossed.

The two sat in silence, both lost in their own thoughts. After a while, the mech took a puff from his cigarette and offered it to him.

Hot Rod stared. "Dude, I have no mouth."

"And you must scream?"

Hot Rod snickered. He stared at the ceiling for a moment before looking away, awkwardly shifting. "Are you gonna smoke the entire box or something?"

The other mech took another drag of his cigarette, the end of it illuminating in the low light for a few moments. "Probably." He mumbled. "Don't have anything better to do."

The mech took another puff, leaning his head back against the wall. Hot Rod copied the action, glancing up at the ceiling again. "You're Hot Rod, right?"

Hot Rod looked at him for a moment before nodding. "Yeah, that's me. And you are?"

"The names Drift."

Notes:

Thank you all for reading and your lovely comments ^w^