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When Prowl died

Summary:

When Prowl died and Jazz's sanity is hanging by a thread.

Notes:

Well, I've had this bunny for a very long time and finally found the will to write it ^^" This is my first solo fic in /years/ XD Hope you all enjoy it and comments are always welcome! The fic is not beta's, so I'm sorry for any and all typos <3

Chapter 1

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Prowl's processor, as always, booted up before the rest of his frame.

 

And immediately noticed that something was very wrong. Like the fact that he had gotten into his berth last night and powered down only to wake up immobile and bound. His arms were tied tightly over his helm in stasis cuffs. His legs were still free but the stasis cuffs were unfortunately on.

 

Was he captured? Was there an enemy attack? Was his memory tampered? Was he hacked?

Thousand of thoughts and scenarios suddenly played out in less that a klick in his processor as the rest of his frame booted. His wings were under him, however not yet uncomfortable. He was positioned in such a way that there were... cushions under him? Pain, discomfort, even missing limbs were potentially expected, but his frame didn't give any indication or system warnings that something was wrong.

 

In the end he allowed his optics to online once he had gathered as much data as he could while offline.

 

"Prowler."

 

The Praxian blinked, surprised as he stared at the mech before him, sitting at the edge of the berth in his quarters.

 

"...Jazz?"

 

The visored mech gave a relieved sigh. "Thank Primus yer okay. Was worried there for a klick."

 

"Wait, what?" Prowl tried to move on instinct but couldn't. Because he was /bound/. But this was all...

 

Jazz was supposed to be on a mission. A mission gone wrong where they didn't have contact with him. Prowl was already deep into the works of a rescue plan. In fact that's why he fell in recharge so late, he had been busy and cooped up in the tactical office trying to plan the best route to... save Jazz.

 

Apparently the visored mech had gotten out on his own. Somehow Prowl expected that, and was relieved even. But something was off. Prowl looked the other over, from his pedes to his sensor horns. Jazz seemed well, no seeming injuries and yet... yet the color of his visor was off. It was /not/ the blue he knew. It was paler, if brighter.

 

"Don't worry, I ain't lettin' ya out of my sight this time." Jazz grinned at him and now Prowl knew something was wrong.

 

"Jazz, release me this instant." Prowl tried testing his bounds but even combat frames had no chance against stasis cuffs.

 

"Ah, no can do. That didn't end so well last time." The visored mech said apologetically.

 

"Last time?" Prowl repeated, "What are you talking about? When did you return from your mission?"

 

"A while back now. No worries. This time they ain't getting to yeah."

 

Prowl felt suddenly a slow head ache starting to grow. This made no sense. Was Jazz compromised? No, even if he was, Jazz had several fail safes, the simplest of which was to delete all the classified information in his head, along with access codes – he wouldn’t have been able to even get inside the base.

 

Jazz shifted and got closer to the bound mech, reaching with a crawled hand to stroke Prowl's helm, over his chevron. The Praxian didn't pull away, but the frown on his face only grew, along with his concern in his field.

 

"What are you doing?" Prowl asked. The more he knew, the faster he could make a sense of the entire situation.

 

"Just enjoying having my conjux next to me, why?" Jazz shifted again, this time laying down next to Prowl.

 

"I would enjoy it more if I wasn't immobile." Prowl said and tested his bounds again.

 

Jazz was silent after that. Just when Prowl was thinking about saying something else ,Jazz replied. "It's the only way."

 

"...the only way to what?" Prowl asked as he shifted his helm to look at the other, speaking gently in his audio. Jazz wasn't looking at him. He was pressed so close Prowl could feel how fast his spark was pulsing.

 

"To keep you safe, of course."

 

And Prowl suddenly could distinguish Jazz's tightly pulled field, and it was /terrified/.

"Safe from what? We are at the Autobots HQ in sector 826A. Not even Ravage has managed to break into it."

 

Jazz was silent, but he did pull Prowl closer to him.

 

"Does Ratchet know you're back?" Prowl tried, "Does /anyone/ know you're back?"

 

"You know I'm back." Jazz spoke quietly.

 

"And I am bound." Prowl replied as a matter of fact.

 

Jazz refused to answer that.

 

"...Jazz? Jazz. Look at me." Prowl spoke and tried to give his voice more power, however when Jazz /did/ look at him his resolve wavered. The visor was even paler, the field more uneven as Jazz was having difficulty to keep it tight. When the other moved, he was still trembling.

 

Prowl had seen Jazz after many bad missions. Tortured, to the point where sometime limbs were missing. And the visored mech still somehow found the strength to smile. Prowl knew it was a mask, that unfortunately Jazz refused often enough to remove it even for him.

 

"...What happened?" Prowl asked quietly and just like every time, he felt himself terrified of that answer.

 

"...you died." Jazz whispered and shuddered for a moment, mask cracking for just a bit until he pieced it back together for him. Prowl watch Jazz plaster a smile with illegal ease. "No worries. Ain't gonna happen again."

 

/Again/?!

 

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