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    "Prowlerrr" Whispers Jazz as he shakes the mech awake, a bright grin spread across his lips as he leans over Prowl's still body.

Prowl had fallen asleep on a bench, post-shift. The exhaustion had gotten to his frame- and no other mech had wanted to disturb him.

    "Jazz?" He groans, sounding weary as he sits up and rubs at his chevron, his optics slowly onlining as he glances around the empty barracks.

    "I have a secret to show you." Murmurs Jazz, his visor glinting in the dull light as he helps Prowl to his pedes. "It's great, you're gonna love it."

    Prowl barely manages another wordless groan as he's dragged off. His eyes were dimmed as he sagged into Jazz, mumbling complaints as he was jostled around by the other mech.

Jazz pushes Prowl to lean on the wall as he types in a code to the elevator to the mines. "Okay! Soo, when I was mining this other day, I found these really pretty crystals." He begins, his visor glinting brightly in his excitement.

    "Mmh?" Mumbles Prowl in response, forcefully pulling himself together as he rubs at his optics. "So, you found energon?"

    "No." Huffs Jazz, "its not *Energon*, I've taste tested it already-"

    "Please stop eating random crystals."

    Jazz barrels on, uncaring as they wait for the lift. "And they didn't taste like energon crystals, so that means, they're something new!" 

    "Uhuh.." 

    "Look, you gotta trust me on this one!" He insists, waving his servos out in the air, eyes wide, "I'm really for real, these crystals were pink, and yellow and made tinking sounds, like music!"

    Now, that catches Prowl's attention. "Like music?" He asks, perking up.

    "Yeah, like.. there's a tune to it, mech. You'll get what I mean when we get there." Jazz drags Prowl into the lift, a bright grin is spread across his faceplates as he holds Prowl's servo.

    "I think you'll love it." He says, not for the first time.

    The other miner is unable to hide his fond smile- not that he feels the need to as he squeezes Jazz's servo. "If you think so, I'm sure I will adore it.

    The sound of the lift descending fills the silence as Jazz leans into Prowl's side. They watch as they fall deeper into Cybertron's core.

    The lift jerks as it slams against the very last level, and the two mechs wander out into the dark mines. The sounds of rumbling and churning fill their audials as Jazz leads the way through the winding tunnels.

    It was only when they crawled underneath a small outcropping did they stop.

    Prowl's optics widened as he was greeted with the sight and sound of a cave, filled to the brim with multi-colored crystals that twinkled and tinked quietly in the silence. 

    "Woah.." Is all he can murmur as he steps forward, running a hand over the beautiful stones. They thrummed under his palm, responding to his every movement with some odd tone or glint.

    "It's beautiful, ain't it?" Asks Jazz, his voice sounding unusually wistful as he takes in the sight of Prowl's plating being illuminated by the crystal reflections. "I once heard, that there used to be this race of bots who could carve and grow these crystals into beautiful structures. They sometimes had entire gardens of them. Other bots, could tune them perfectly to make beautiful music." He informs his voice nothing more than a whisper.

    "I wish I could see gardens of these.." Prowl murmurs, crouching down to cup a small broken-off piece of a crystal in the palm of his servo. 

    Jazz can only swallow thickly as his vocalizer glitches slightly at the beautiful sight infront of him. "Yeah... me too."