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TF - Spark's Way Ch06

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"Ya know, Prime, I really don't wanna be in ya chassis, but let me tell ya: who ever has made up that slag about the `right moment´ has clearly never been in love. There's just plenty of `wrong moments´ but not the right one" Inferno commented amused after listening to his leader. He was currently the only one left in his crew who the Prime could ask for advice without running risk to be ridiculed and/or have everyone know about it within a moment. Well, and the only one actually willing to help. Everyone else was either too immature in behaviour or had sided with Jazz already.

"To be honest, I'm at a point where I'd be glad for just five minutes without interruption" Optimus grumped, slumping a little in his chair; not as much as he would have liked to, but more than appropriate for a Prime. A very frustrated Prime, he might add. He had thought things through as thoroughly as he could and decided he definitely needed to talk with Jazz, but the very moment he had made up his mind a certain bucket head of a Deceticon leader decided to start a new series or raids. In addition to that did Jazz his best to remind him just why he was head of special ops. The elusiveness of the monochrome was adding greatly to the frustration and Optimus made sure to let Megatron know firsthand just how frustrated he was. Through, for a moment the red and blue considered directing his ire at Inferno for finding humour in his situation

"Funny, Jazz said exactly the same thing to Prowl some time ago."

Okay, for an outsider the irony of that could admittedly be entertaining, still ...

"Do we need another talk about abusing positions? Because I already have enough problems with Ratchet's Primus complex."

"But that Primus complex is what keeps us alive and I'm doing what I can to make Red take up a hobby, any hobby, really, and in his defence: he's not telling me anything sensitive and, before ya ask, we decided long ago to only meddle with the affairs of others when directly involved. Besides, ya all know about the cameras so technically ya have no ground to complain."

"Long ago? I thought your relationship was rather new."

"Yeah, but we've been friends for a long time before that. Too long, actually. It's fragging hard to recognise Red's flirting when ya don't know he's trying, I tell ya, and even harder to convince him it's appreciated. Anyway. Like I said: forget about the `right moment´ slag and just go and tell him before it's too late. Right now would be a good time. He's ought to be back from patrol any mo ..."

The alarm interrupted the fire truck, who looked surprised from the bell to the absolutely not surprised Prime giving him a `see what I mean?´ look

"Ya know, I hate to say it, but one could think ..."

"Then don't say it. In fact, I'd appreciate it if you wouldn't even finish that thought."

"It could be worse. Poor Red had to wait a whole month until I could tell him I love him, too, and don't get me started on Hot Shot and Silverbolt. Remember what their brother put them through?"

"I especially remember Silverbolt marooned on a skyscraper. The major was absolutely not amused" the red and blue mech countered annoyed. Was really nobody ever considering the political mess he had to deal with afterwards when they pulled such stunts?

"But it did have it's good sides. I mean, seriously, Bolt handing the seekers, Menasor and Devastator their afts singlehanded had been one sight to behold and from what I've head their quarters are now in an almost accessible state."

The speakers in the room came to life with Red Alert's nearly neutral voice.

#When you're done with your recollection, there has been an alarm and I seriously doubt Megatron will leave reservoir dam alone if we just ignore him!#

*~*~*~*

Something about this battle was off, but it weren't the Decepticons and their seemingly endless antics, it was him. Optimus couldn't concentrate, his thoughts only ever circling around Jazz, as they had for a while now.

He certainly wasn't the mech the monochrome deserved, but, slag it all, the Prime wanted to be that mech more than anything else. He wanted to be everything the saboteur wanted and needed, because Jazz was all what Prime and Optimus wanted and needed in a mate and he was sick and tired to have to distinguish between the different parts of his life and of being lonely. Jazz had already proven that he cared about him as a whole. Prime wasn't sure in how far he could handle the different sides of the black and white, but he would try and if he had to apologise for being so blind for years, he would try to make this right again. He just hoped it wasn't too late already.

"Look out!"

Pulled out of his thoughts the red and blue indeed focused back on his surroundings, but all he saw was a familiar monochrome frame and a bright light, followed by an impact and the also familiar feeling of the ground giving in under him, except that it wasn't mud this time.

Well, of course it wasn't mud. The humans wouldn't build a dam on and out of mud and thanks to that when he gripped for the edge he could actually get something between his servos.

After the first moment of shock Optimus quickly tried to get a hold of the situation. He was literally hanging from the edge; not an optimal situation, but opposed to falling pretty deep it was a plus. He had also managed to grab Jazz, which was also a plus, except that the mech wasn't moving and he couldn't bend enough to see if he was alright.

Spacing out while fighting on a reservoir dam; not a good idea. Drowning in guild while hanging between life and death: just as bad an idea.

Groaning. So Jazz was still alive; also a plus, but then the edge, too, gave in.

*~*~*~*~*

"Ouch. Sweet Primus, my head. Ah hate these déjà vus!"

"I wish it were just that, but I fear you just end up in the med bay far too often lately" Prowl replied calmly from his usual spot next to Jazz' berth.

"That, too. Hey, bring a little light into the dark, will ya? What happened this time?"

"Except that your visor was broken and Wheeljack hasn't gotten around to make you a new one yet? You shouldn't try to sit up, by the way."

"Explains the lack of visual input" Jazz mumbled and squeezed the servo in his gratefully for the contact. "So Ratch got that induction field on again ... Ah am in the med bay, right?"

"Yes. After that fall ..." the tactician broke up, but with the way his grip became stronger all of the sudden it wasn't difficult to guess that it had been either the med bay or the grave yard. Not that grave yards were part of Cybertronian culture, but that was off the point.

"That bad?"

"How much do you remember?"

"Well, got off patrol, alarm, old Binhead up to his usual slag ... through there was a distinct lack of strange super weapons. Guess they are too busy for that."

"What about jumping between Optimus and a certain fusion canon?"

" ... Ah did?"

"Indeed. And then you both fell off the dam."

" ... Ye're kidding me, right?"

"I'm not. How often do we have to go through that?"

A valid point. Of all the things the tactician might ever come to crack a joke about it certainly would never be battle tactics or medical condition.

"But that was freaking high! How did that not ... 's the Big Guy alright?"

Prowl sighed, for once actually glad that Jazz was completely blind without his visor – not helpless or anything of the like. He had seen the monochrome do missions in this state that most mechs wouldn't even manage at perfect health – because that spared the other the sight of their leader on the neighbouring berth. He looked worse than it was ... well, now that Ratchet was done with him anyway. It was still for the better Jazz couldn't see that.

"Going by the amount of cursing Ratchet graced this room with he will soon be back on his pedes. May I point out you are still angry at him, or at least pretending to?"

"Doesn't mean Ah'll just let him die. On that note, how many limbs am Ah missing?"

"What gives you that idea?"

"The intensity of the induction field and my balance is off."

"You're laying on ... right, special ops. Why do I even ask?"

Jazz grinned, only mildly surprised that his right leg was missing from the knee joint downwards. He would have expected something much severe.

"I fear Ratchet insists on attaching it while you are online."

"'s that all? Are ye sure we're talking about the same dam here? Because the one Ah remember was high enough to make falling down actually really dangerous."

"There was no other dam."

"Then Ah'm here for a while already."

"That depends. I wouldn't call four days long. Most of the damage was just superficial anyway."

As unpredictable as Jazz usually was, Prowl had expected the other to try to get up and held him down with ease.

"OP did something stupid, didn't he?"

"He caught your fall with his body" the tactician replied calmly, internally bracing himself for the other's reaction. "The water drifted you off; we needed a few hours to find you and he refused to let anyone near him until you were taken care of."

The saboteur's vents hitched and his grip hardened

"I'll be honest: he didn't look good, but Ratchet assured us it wasn't half as bad."

"Ya realise half the time he says that he's actually lying?"

"I assumed as much, but I'm certain he was honest when he said Optimus will make a full recovery."

The grip loosened and the monochrome sighed. That was at least something, but Prowl wasn't finished yet.

"Jazz? I know it's your decision, but I have it on good notice that he wants to talk with you. Will you at least hear him out, please? If not for yourself then for me."

The other monochrome didn't reply at first. That was a lot to swallow for just coming online up in med bay and Prowl playing absently with his fingers like he often did with his stylus was actually a bit distracting, through not unwelcome, but it reminded him of something else.

"Ye say Ah've been here for four days? If Ah promise to hear him out, will ye go to ye lovers then?"

The tactician bristled.

"They aren't ... well, they are, I guess, but ... I can't ... You are my best friend, Jazz. That will not change just because I somehow managed to attract the interest of someone else."

"That's not what Ah'm saying. Ah just happen to know ye and the twins good enough to know ye've spent the majority of the last four days with me and that it makes them antsy, even if they claim it's alright."

"They ... are surprisingly insecure about our relationship" the monochrome mumbled. He was aware they had some issues, everyone here had, but he had yet to find the courage to ask them and he missed them, through Ratchet had let them sneak in now and then. Something had to be bothering their medic, too. Hopefully the Decepticons would stop their assaults soon so that they all could at least try to solve their personal dramas.

"Ratchet will certainly return soon. I will not leave you here alone and that is final."

TBC
I'm back from India and once again returned healthy and with a new chapter. I'm not entirely happy with this, but for something I made up on endless bus rides I guess it's acceptable.
If you want to know more about that incident with Hot Shot and Silverbolt, read my story "Fly High", but it's not necessary to follow the story. It just plays in the same univers. In fact, I have some other sidestories in mind, concerning Prowl and the twins and probably also Ratch and Ironhide and maybe some more. It's just some wague idea so far and actually do I already have enough troubles finishing this story for now.
On that note: real life is a bitch. I will probably spend the next months (I'm serious. MONTHS) alternately in the lab and trying not to fail my other courses, so don't expect another update anytime soon. It makes me happy to hear that people want to read more, but I just don't have the time at the moment.

Btw: this is NOT an April's joke or something, sadly.


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