Wind Beneath My Wings - C3

Disclaimer: All Transformers characters belong to Hasbro.  Any made up characters were created by me.

Summery: (G1 fic) Jazz always wanted to know what it's like to fly. His intended bond-mate was a flyer until . . . .

"blah" - Normal human speck
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'blah' - Comm. Specking


Wind Beneath My Wings

Chapter 3

Prowl was walking down the hall of the base holding a box in his hands.  He was on his way to Jazz's room.  It had been cycles since Prowl and Jazz had returned from following Jetstorm.  Once he got to Jazz's room he gently knock on the door.  Jazz answered the door.  "What's up, Prowler?"

Prowl smiled a bit.  "I got you something." he said.

"Oh?" Jazz smiled.  Prowl smiled back and hold out the box.  Jazz happily took the box and opened it.  Inside was two very colorful bracelets.

"Jazz...would you bond with me?"

His optics widened and he stared at the bracelets.  "...I...I...  Prowler I..."

"...You don't want to bond with me?" Prowl said with a sad sigh.

"...Yes..." he smiled.

"Oh...." Prowl said, wings lowering.

"What's wrong?" Jazz asked.

"You don't want to bond."

"What?  I said yes."  Prowl blinks in surprised.  He came up to him, box and all.  "Prowler, I love you."

Prowl started to blush.  "Jazz..."

"Prowl," he smiled.  He took the beautifully colored bracelet and fastened it onto his wrist.  He took out the second one and dropped the box.  He placed it onto Prowl's wrist and kissed his hand.  "Yer more than just my friend."

Prowl smiled as he wrap his arms around him.  "I love you Jazz."

"You too, Prowler."  The two started to make out.  As they did they moved into the room and crawled onto Jazz's berth.  Prowl's hands explore Jazz's frame as his lip components continued to kiss him.  Jazz let his hands gently caressed Prowl's sweeping wings, making Prowl moan in pleasure.  "Ya like that, don't ya Prowler?" Jazz asked with a smirk.  Prowl just moaned.  Jazz smiled again.  "I'll take that as a yes."  They both started to kiss each other more.  Prowl's lips moved up and he started to suck on Jazz's sensory horns.  It was Jazz's turn to moan happily.  "Prowler...."  He smiled and started stroking down his sides, while still sucking on the horns.  Jazz moan more.  Prowl moaned too and moved his hands lower, playing with the lights on Jazz's pelvic region.  "Y-you...big...-moan-</b>...tease..."

Jazz started to move his hands from Prowl's door wings to his chevron.  Prowl moan again.  Jazz smirked and moved down to Prowl's neck.  He moved his hands down to Prowl's thighs.  "...W-Who's the tease now..." Prowl moan.

"Y-you...started it..."  Jazz moaned as Prowl moved lower than the lights.

"I-I believe I did..."

"...L-let's...h-hook up...  Let's...bond..."

"...I thought...y-you wanted to...wait..."

"...Wh-what about...the b-bracelets...?"

"...T-They are a promise..."

"...Y-you...d-don't want...to bond...?" he said, getting disappointed.

"...I do...but with everything that's going on right now..."  Jazz stopped in his musings and pushed away, upset.  Prowl sighed sadly.  "...I'm sorry Jazz...I do really love you..."

"I...I know...I just....  I don't want to wait anymore...  I...I love you..."

"I know...but if a war did start us being bonded would be bad..."

"...I...I guess you're right...  W-We could get used against each other."  Prowl smiled.  "...I...I just...my spark feels empty without you...  I'm afraid to lose you if this war starts.  What if...if I never get that chance to bond with you?"

"I know how you feel."

He turned to Prowl.  "Then why can't we bond now?"

"Cause if we did and Jetstorm found out, he could easily kill the both of us."

"Who gives a slag about him?" Jazz shouted.

"No one does but..." Prowl sighed.  "Jazz, I just think logically it would be best to wait until we figure how this war will take."

"...Oh...  Okay..."

Prowl lean in and kiss Jazz softly.  "I do love you, Jazz."

"I...I know..."

"I promise we'll bond later once we know how this war will turn out."

"...Okay..."

Prowl kiss Jazz again.  "If you want me to leave..."

"...I...I never said that..."

Prowl smiled.  "Okay.  How about a little cuddling?"

"...I guess we can try that..."  Jazz sighed sadly as he sat down on the berth.  Prowl sat down next to him.  Jazz smiled and took his hand.

"Something wrong?" Prowl asked.

"No...  I'm...just glad to have you...even if...we can't...bond..."

Prowl smiled.  "Same here."  Jazz smiled.  Prowl wrap his arms around Jazz.  Jazz cuddled into him.  Prowl smiled.  Jazz cuddled into him more.  "See this isn't so bad." Prowl said.

"No, I guess not."  Prowl smiled again.  Jazz smiled.

"It's getting late, Jazz." Prowl said.

"Stay?" Jazz asked.

"Sure." Prowl said with a smile.  Jazz smiled and practically pulled Prowl down onto the berth with him.  Prowl smiled again.

Jazz cuddled into Prowl's lager frame.  "Night Prowler."

"Goodnight, Jazz."  The two quickly fell asleep.

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A few orns later, the battle alarm rang throughout the base.  The two lovers were awoken from their pleasant slumber.  Prowl looked up with a yawn.  "...F-Five more breems Prowler..."

"Jazz, that's the alarm."

"WHAT?"  Jazz sat up.

"Come on, let's get to command center and see what's wrong." Prowl said.

"Yeah."  They got off of Jazz's berth and left the room.  Everyone was rushing to the command center.  Optimus Prime was waiting for them.  "Prime?"

"Everyone, I'm very sorry to have to report this.  The war has begun.  Megatron is leading an attack on Iacon.  Everyone prepare for battle.  We cannot let Megatron's false ideals destroy our planet and hurt innocents.  The time has come to rise up for Primus, for Cybertron, and for freedom everywhere."  Jazz held onto Prowl tightly and stared at the floor sadly.  "Autobots!  Roll Out!"  He waited for everyone to make their way out.  He looked at Prowl.

"I'll be careful." Prowl said as he gently kiss the top of Jazz's helmet.

"Come back alive." Jazz said.

"I will."

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Meanwhile, Elita One was trying to calm down Bumblebee.  "Calm down little one, everything is going to be okay." Elita said as she hug him close to her.  She was on Optimus's berth with him.  "...Want Optie...!" he cried.

"I know, he will be back soon."

"...S-Scared..."

"I know."  He cuddled into the pink femme commander.  "It'll be alright, Bumblebee.  Optimus will keep us all safe.  It's going to be alright."

"Weally?"

"Really." Elita said "You're safe with me.  Optimus is the greatest.  He's very strong.  He'll defeat Megatron."

"...Kay..." he sniffled, cuddling into her tightly.  She kissed his helm and rubbed his back.

"Go on back to sleep, you'll be alright."  Bumblebee yawn as he slowly fell into recharge.  Elita smiled at him.  "I promise you, you'll always be safe."

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Back at the battle, the Decepticons and Autobots were battling hard.  Jazz was battling, but not as hard as everyone else.  He keeps his optics out to any sight of Prowl to make sure he was okay.  He also didn't want to fight.  He was just a musician after all.  He saw Prowl fighting that seeker from the meeting.  He hoped Jetstorm wasn't going to attack him.  "Megatron!  Why are you being this way!"

"You know as well as I Prime, that Cybertron need a strong leader, and I believe I'll be that leader." Megatron growled.

"Why can't we just rule together?  Why this fighting?  We can have freedom and peace."

"Cause you are a weakling Prime.  Only the strong shall rule."

"...Don't make me fight you..."

"You're weak!"  Megatron then rush towards Optimus.

The Prime defended himself.  "So be it then!" Optimus said as the two started fighting.

Suddenly Jetstorm appeared in the sky and flew fast towards Prowl.  He was pissed off.  "Traitor!"  He landed right in front of Prowl.  Jazz watched, horrified.  "I waited for you to return!  You LIED to me!"

"It was only logical.  You betrayed us, the Autobots."

"Betrayed you?  The Decepticons are a righteous cause!  We have power and we're not afraid to use it!  You're a flyer!  You should have joined us!"

"I believe that's not the way.  My father showed it himself."

"Then you're all weak!"  He lunged at Prowl.

"No..." Jazz said as he looked on.  Prowl fought back.

"You can't beat me!  You never could!"
"We'll see about that."

Jetstorm smirked.  "Let's take it to the air!"  He transformed and started shooting at Prowl.  Prowl transforms and followed afterwards.  Jazz watched worriedly at the two fought.

"Hey Autobot!  Concentrate on fighting!" called out a Decepticon as he aimed at Jazz.  Jazz dodged and started firing.

"C'mon, Prowl!  You keep missing!"  Prowl growled and flew faster.  He dodged Jetstorm's attacks and turned around to go behind him.  He started firing at him.  He maimed a wing, causing Jetstorm to cry out and go down.  Prowl smirked and flew after to make sure of it."You stupid Autobot traitor!  I thought you were my friend!  Why follow such a weak leader!  You have such power!"

"You were never my friend!" Prowl growled back.  Jetstorm growled and tackled Prowl.  Prowl fought back and the two rolled around and ran at each other.  "Jetstorm...!  This is nonsense!  Can't you understand that Megatron has filled you with lies!"

"Megatron never lies!"

"He's only fed your lust for power and genocide!"  Jetstorm growls.  "The Autobots stand for peace and unity.  Why can't you understand that?"

"Flyers are superior!  They shall rule!  Megatron promises that!" he said as he shot at Prowl.  Prowl tired to dodge the shot, and it hit his wing.  "Ha ha ha!  You're weak!" he cried, running at him for a tackle.

"I am not weak!  Neither was my mother!" he said, meeting him mid tackle.  The two wrestled on the ground.

The rest of the battle was heavy as well.  Decepticons were slowly winning.  Megatron grinned.  "See, Optimus?  My 'Cons are superior."  He radioed to Soundwave.  'Start capturing information and prisoners.'

'At once Lord Megatron.'  Other Decepticons started capturing Autobots as well.

Jetstorm smirked as he heard Soundwave's order.  "If I can't change your mind, maybe Megatron can!" he cried, dive bombing Prowl into the ground.  Prowl scream in pain before his world went black.

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The battle was fierce as it went on.  Autobots fighting Decepticons.  "Decepticons, retreat we won this day!" Megatron called out after a couple of more orns of fighting.  As the Decepticons retreated back towards their territory, the Autobots notice many of their own were missing on the battle field.  Jazz became worried when he noticed Prowl was one of those missing.  "Prowler!" Jazz called out as he raced off towards where he last saw Prowl.

"Jazz, come back!" Optimus called out after him.  Jazz raced until he got to the spot before he slowed to a stop.  All that was there was a puddle of energon and coolant.  Jazz fell to his knees and cried out.  His lover was gone.

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Jazz was moping when they got back to the base.  Blaster placed a hand on his shoulder.  "I'm sure Prowl's fine Jazz." He said "He'll come back don't lose faith."  Jazz just sighed.  Blaster just patted him on shoulder.  "It'll be alright."  Bluestreak came over to Jazz silently.

"Jazz..."

"Blue..."  Bluestreak wrap his arms around Jazz in a hug.  He did his best not to cry in front of the young gunner.

"Prowl's strong, I'm sure he will come back..."

"I...hope so..."

Bluestreak hug him more.  "I'll be here for you Jazz..."

"Thanks man, that means a lot..."

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Prowl was unsure where he was when he came too later.  He let his optics focus.  He was in a small bit of pain in his left wing.  He noticed the hole from Jetstorm's shot.  He was in a dull soreness from battle.  He noticed he was in an underground cell.  "Where...?"

"...Surprised?" asked a familiar voice.  Prowl looked towards the voice and saw Jetstorm looking over him.  Prowl slowly tried to sit up.

He found out that his arms were strap down.  "Let me go...Jetstorm..."

"Why would I want to do that?"  Prowl growled.

There was laughter.  "So, this is your old wingmate?" asked a familiar voice.

"Yes sir, I thought maybe you could convince him to join us."  The familiar figure of Megatron appeared over him.

"Perhaps I can," he smirked.  "Prime's second in command...  You would make a good addition to my air team."

"I will never join you..." Prowl growled.

"How dare you!" yelled Jetstorm as he slapped Prowl.  "Your spark still pulses for those stupid Autobots?  I'm giving you a way out!  A chance to live free!  How dare you throw away my kindness!"

"That's enough, Jetstorm.  Allow Soundwave and I to handle him."

"Very well sir..."

He put a hand on Jetstorm's shoulder.  "You have done very well, Jetstorm."  Megatron watched as Jetstorm left the room before he turns his attention to Prowl again.

"You won't get any information from me..." he growled.

"Oh...I want MORE than information from you, Autobot."  Prowl was a bit worried.  "Soundwave, begin the interrogations."

"At your command Lord Megatron."  Prowl just growled and stood his ground as Soundwave came closer.  "Surrender Information," he said, starting slowly.

"Never."  He admitted a high pitch frequency.  Prowl screams in pain.

"Surrender information," he asked again.

"N-No..."  He admitted the frequency again.

"Surrender information."

"I-I'll lose my ability to fly first..."

Megatron growled in annoyance.  "Soundwave, I trust you'll be able to gather the information I want from him.  If you run into trouble 'recruiting' him, call in Jetstorm.  Maybe his dear friend can break through.  I'll leave you to your interrogations."

"Yes Lord Megatron."  The silvery leader smiled as he left the room.  Soundwave could always be counted on.  Soundwave brought over a small machine and hooked up two ends to Prowl's head.  "Surrender information or severe consequences shall result."

Prowl growls.  "N-No..."  He turned the machine on, sending shocks right through Prowl's processor.  Prowl screamed in great pain.  Soundwave almost smirked behind his mask.

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Prowl panted weakly but his will was strong.  He didn't want to say anything.  Soundwave zapped him again.  Prowl scream in pain again.  "Surrender information, Autobot."

"...N...N-no...."  Soundwave unhooked him and set the machine aside.

"Information, taken by force."  Soundwave came over and took out an upload cord from his helmet.  Prowl was unsure what was going to happen.  Soundwave forced open a port on Prowl's helm and jacked in.

"...W-What...?"  He started breaking through Prowl's firewalls.  Prowl scream as he tried to keep him at bay.  Soundwave easily broke through, stealing information.  Prowl's processor was too damaged to put up a good fight.  His logic center was failing and glitching from the assault.  Prowl whimpered in pain, he tried to think of Jazz.  Soundwave's optics lit up to hear the SIC's tough fasad falling away.  He continued to steal vital codes, security footage and other valuable information.  Soundwave frowned at how little there was.  He supposed there wouldn't be much because the war had just begun.  What he had managed to get was enough.  He stopped taking information and started to look through memories.  He could see the face of Prowl's mother smiling.  Prowl moaned sadly as he relived the memory.  Soundwave pried further, using memories against him.  Prowl did his best not to even make a sound as he relieved him mother dying from one of the first Decepticon attacks.  Soundwave forced him to relive it again, slowly.  "...M-Mom..." Prowl whimpered.  Soundwave smirked, glad to have finally broken the newly appointed tactician.  Soundwave pried more into Prowl's memories.  He found memories of his new relationship with Jazz.  He smirked at this information behind his mask.  "...N-no...l-leave Jazz alone...!"

Soundwave happily pulled out and disconnected.  He brought over another machine and hooked it up directly to Prowl's already injured processor.  An old and familiar brainwashing program flowed through his circuits.  "Autobot will join Decepticons."

"...N-No...C-Can't..."

"Autobot will."

"...M-must...resist..."  Prowl focused on Jazz and his love for him.

"Autobot can't resist."

"...Y-yes...I can..."  Soundwave then remember what Megatron told him.

He stopped the machine and put everything away.  He turned to walk away.  "Interrogation, complete."  Prowl was pleased.  He didn't know how long he could take it.  He sighed in relief for a few breems.

"Having fun?" a familiar witty voice asked.

"...J-Jetstorm..." Prowl growls.

"You didn't think I was gonna let Soundwave have all the fun, did ya?"

"...W-What are you going to do?"

"Can't I just visit with my old wingmate?"  Prowl growls weakly at him.  "Now that's not the way to treat an old wingmate." Jetstorm said with a smirk.  Jetstorm came over and took off Prowl's restraints.  He sat down next to him on the table.  "You should really join Megatron.  Freedom, power.  C'mon, Prowl.  I thought you like being up top."

"...I-I will...n-never join..."

"Why not?  Gimme a good reason."

"...W-Why should ...I-I tell you..."

"...Aww, c'mon.  We're wing mates here.  I'm curious."  Prowl glared.  Jetstorm then notice Prowl's bracelet.  "I know your reasons anyway..." he huffed, carefully starting at the bracelet.  "What's the wrist accessory for?  He grabbed his hand and growled.  "Are you secretly transmitting information?"

"...N-Never.  ...I-It's just a bracelet...."

"Just a bracelet?  Then you won't mind if I take it off."

"...N-No...  please don't..."

"Aww, c'mon.  Why not?  I just wanna look at it."  Prowl held his arm close to him.  "What's wrong with you?  You act like it's something precious to you."  Jetstorm smirked.  "You finally found a sexy flyer to bond with didn't ya?"  He smiled widely.  "Hey, that's probably why ya don't wanna join huh?  Tell ya what, she can join too," he smiled.  "As soon as ya come to your senses and become one of us, I can take ya to go get her.  We'll recruit her too," he smiled.

"...N-Never..."

"What, she's too dedicated to Prime?  Oh well.  You can make a new mate here.  There's a select few femmes."

"I-I...don't want...a new mate..."

"Well, you'll have to get one if she's not gonna defect and join us.  C'mon, forget about your femme," he said pulling on Prowl's wrist.  "The Decepticon ones are a lot sexier.  Besides, there may be a nice neutral one for ya."

"...N-No..."

"You're being stupid, Prowl."  He pulled on his wrist more, scratching at the bracelet.

"...N-No....  ....I-I promised him...."

"Him?" he asked curiously, stopping in his musings.  Prowl said nothing, he knew he would put Jazz in danger.  "What do you mean him?" Jetstorm asked a bit more urgently.  Prowl looked away from him.  "C'mon Prowl.  He...HIM?  You made a promise with HIM?" he shouted.

"...I-I don't know...w-what you mean..."

Jetstorm threw his hand down and slapped him.  "You know exactly what I mean!  You made a bonding promise to that slagger, glitch head of a weakling groundpounder!"

"...Y-you can...do what...you want...to me...just...l-leave him...alone..."

"How about I take away the only thing that groundpounder likes about you?"

"It won't matter...  He loves me for who I am...and...and I love him for he is...  I...I don't care about types..."

"We will see about that."

"Y-you...won't win...  You...can...rip out my spark...and it won't matter...  You'll never...be...a great flyer..."

"Oh I will. When I'm done I'll be a greater flyer then you."

"...N-no you won't...  My father is the greatest flyer..."

"He's not here is he?"

"N-no...but that...doesn't matter.  He has a spark...  He holds no...p-purist ideals...  You'll never...be...great...like him...because...you...think...you're...better...than...everyone...else..."

"Shut up!" he said as he slapped him again.  "I can at least be better than you!"  He pushed Prowl onto the ground and pinned him there.  He took hold of a wing and pulled hard.  Prowl suddenly screamed in pain.  "You will lose one of the things your father left you."  Prowl screamed and Jetstorm smirked as Prowl's left wing tore off in his hands.  The once proud wing was now nothing but a mangled stub.  Jetstorm laughed as Prowl moaned in pain.  "Now we can't have the other one as long as the other one, can we?"  Prowl tried to think of his father and Jazz.  Jetstorm started kicking and punching Prowl's other wing.  Prowl tried to hold in his screaming.  "You don't need those thrusters anymore either." Jetstorm smirked.

"...Y-you can...do...all you...want...I...I'll never turn to the Decep-ticons...or...g-give you...the satisfaction...of...l-leaving...Jazz..."  Jetstorm sneer.

"...I can at least have my fun with you."  Prowl weakly glared back.  Jetstorm gladly took out his blaster and shot out the thrusters before tearing them apart.

"Jazz, I do understand.  I can't have regular wings anymore..."  Jetstorm laughed.

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Things went almost back to normal back in Iacon in the Autobot base.  Bumblebee was playing hide and seek with his current babysitter, Ironhide.  "Where ya hiding little Bee?" Ironhide asked with a smile as he looked around for him.  Bumblebee giggled and hid more behind the couch.  "Oh where are ya?"  There was more giggling.

"What are you doing, Ironhide?" asked Wheeljack as he came in.

"Playing hide and seek with little Bee."

"Oh.  Spark-sitting for Optimus?"

"Yep.  Where are ya, Bee?"  There was giggling.

Wheeljack smiled.  "Want me to help?"

"Nah, I'll find him."  He walked over to the couch.  He looked behind it and pulled Bumblebee into a hug with a squeak from the sparkling.  "Found ya," Ironhide smiled.

"You find me faster than last time, Unca Hide," he smiled.

Ironhide smiled.  "I learn from watching Prowl when he was your age."

"You played with Prowl?"

"Yep he was quite a smart sparkling."

Bumblebee smiled.  "Ooo!  Jackie!"

"Having fun with Ironhide?" Wheeljack asked with a smile.

"Yeah...  Jackie?" he asked as he held out his hands.  Wheeljack smiled as he came over and picked up the little sparkling into his arms.  "Jackie play," smiled Bumblebee.

"Okay." Wheeljack said with a smile "If that's alright with you Ironhide?"

"It's alright with me."

Wheeljack smiled.  "Prowlie play too?" Bumblebee asked.

"...Well...he...he's not here..."  Ironhide looked at the floor sadly.

"Prowlie play when come back?"

"...Yeah...  When he comes back."

"Yeah, Prowl'll play when he comes back from his trip."  Wheeljack and Ironhide exchanged worried glances before smiling at Bumblebee.  Bumblebee smiled back.

"Let's go play in the Rec Room."

"I'll bring Bumblebee's things," said Ironhide.  Wheeljack smiled.  The two left Ironhide's quarters and went to the Recreation Room.  Most of the mechs were doing alright, considering a few of their friends were in the Decepticon Prison camp.  Jazz was still upset and worried about his lover.  He sat in the farthest corner of the recreation room.  Blaster, Bluestreak, and Smokesceen tried their best to keep Jazz happy.

"...I...I just want to be alone...really..."

"Jazz, you can't say that." Blaster said "Having friends around helps."

"Yeah, I can."

"Please Jazz." said Blaster.

"...We...We made a bond promise..."

"I know, Prowl's going to come back." said Bluestreak.

"Wh-what...what if he doesn't...?"

"He will.  He has a strong will and spark."

"...I...I just have this feeling...Jetstorm did something bad to him..."

"Prowl's going to be fine.  He would want you not to worry." said Blaster.  Bumblebee saw them from the floor where he was playing.  He noticed Wheeljack and Ironhide occasionally staring at them too.  Bumblebee decided to come over to them.

He stood up and walked over.  He was careful of the other mechs and femmes wandering around.  "Careful, little one," smiled Perceptor.

Bumblebee got to the group and gently patted Jazz's leg with his hand until Jazz looked down at him.  "Prowlie come back and play soon." He said to him with a smile.  Jazz smiled a bit back at him before he patted the yellow mechlet's head.

"I'm worried he might be in deep trouble, Bee," Jazz replied, his smile fading.

"Trouble?"

"Yeah...  The Decepticons might be hurting him..."

Bumblebee blinks confused.  "Uncle Ironhide said...."

"Bumblebee...I'm just afraid his mission went wrong..."

"Wrong?  What you mean, wrong Unca Jazz?"  Jazz sighed.

"Jazz...don't go scaring him," warned Bluestreak.  "He's too young to understand."

"...I guess ya right...."

"Prowl okay?"

"He'll be fine, mechlet," smiled Smokescreen.  "Don't you worry."

"I'm sorry I worried ya, Bee," Jazz said as he took the little yellow mech into his arms.  "If Uncle Ironhide says Prowl will be alright, he will."

"Prowl come back, Unca Jazz.  Jazz no be sad."  Bumblebee gave him a hug.

Jazz hugged him back.  "Thanks Bee.  Ya cheered me up little buddy."  Bumblebee smiled.

"So, feel better Jazz?" Ironhide asked as he came over.

"Yeah." Jazz said.

"Unca Jazz play?"

"Sure little Bee."  Bumblebee smiled happily at him.  Ironhide couldn't help but smile.

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Back at the Decepticon Prison Camp, Prowl onlined in a cell.  He was flat on the floor and he immediately felt the immense pain in his body.  He tried to keep himself from screaming in pain.  He weakly looked around his surroundings.  In near by cells he saw his fellow Autobots.  Many of them were pretty banged up, but not as badly as Prowl.  "Prowl?  Is that you...?" asked SilverWind called weakly.

"...T-They...got you...t-too SilverWind...?" Prowl spoke weakly.

"...Yeah...  Starscream and his trine mates overpowered me..."

"...C-Can...y-you fly...?"

"My...w-wings are...badly damaged and so are my thrusters...  Holy Primus above!  Prowl!  Your wings!"

"...J-Jetstorm did it..." Prowl said weakly.

"Oh Prowl...  Why...?"

"...B-Be...Because of...Jazz...  I...  I made a...bonding pr-pro...promise..."

"And because you wouldn't...join the Cons..."

"...Y-Yeah...."

"...I...I'm so sorry...  I...If I...would have known he was going to...join up...with Megatron..."

"...I-It's wasn't...y-your fault...S-Silver..."

"...Oh Prowl..."

"...W-Who else is here...?"

"The twins, Inferno, our other wingmate, and a lot of good soldiers.

"...P-Primus...  I...I'm sure...the twins....are...very...unhappy..."

"Oh yeah...  I hate this dump," whined Sunstreaker.

"...Y-You two..a-alright...?"

"Yeah, we're fine.  We have a few dings, but they haven't gotten anything out of us," smiled Sideswipe.  "We should be asking if YOU'RE alright," he added sadly.

Prowl sighed weakly wincing in pain cause of his injures.  "...I-I'll be...a-alright..."

"You don't sound fine." Sunstreaker said.

Sideswipe came to the bars of his cell and looked over at Prowl.  "Oh Primus!"

"D-Do...I look...that bad..." he winced and moaned, collapsing back down to the floor.

"You shouldn't move, Prowl..." SilverWind said.

"What's going on Sideswipe?" Sunstreaker asked as came over to see what his brother was looking at.

"Prowl...his wings..."

"Oh...Holy..."  Sunstreaker wretched after looking at him, purely disgusted.

"We need to get out of here." Sideswipe said "Ratchet can fix you right up, Prowl.

"...I...I...don't have...a plan..." he said, trying to sit up again.  He couldn't help but scream in pain.

"Prowl don't move!" SilverWind called worriedly.

"Yeah you're hurt badly." Sideswipe said.

"That's just the way I want him," smirked Jetstorm as he came in.  "Megatron said since he won't join up, I can have my way with him until he dies."

"I-I'm disgraced that I EVER...called you my wing mate!" yelled SilverWind angrily.

"Oh shut up." Jetstorm said.

"No!  You vile spawn of Unicron!"

"I said shut up!" he screamed, shooting at SilverWind.  The flyer screamed in pain as one of his already damaged wings was hit.

"...J-Jetstorm...y-your deal is with me..."  Prowl spat up energon as he said it.

Jetstorm could only laugh as he opened the cell.  "You're so weak...how are you going to stop me?"

Prowl growls.  "...I-I'll will...f-find a way..."  Jetstorm just smirked and kicked him.  Prowl winced and cough up more energon.

Jetstorm laughed maniacally.  "I love seeing you like this, the stupid weakling that you are."

"...I-I'm still...stronger then...y-you'll ever...be..."

"Stop with such lies!  Megatron has made me Starscream's second in command!  I'll always be more powerful than you!" he yelled as he grabbed and dug his hands into Prowl's wing stubs.  Prowl scream in great pain.

"Please!  Stop it!" cried SilverWind.

"For the last time, SHUT UP!  Or you'll be next!  I'll rip off YOUR wings!"

The twins growled.  There were whispers from an empty cell.  'Prime, you must hurry.  We need to mount an attack now!  The Decepticons are focusing on planning, building and training their new recruits.'

'Excellent, Mirage.  We'll get a team together right away.  Transmit coordinates.'

'Right, Mirage out.'  Jetstorm didn't notice, but Inferno and a few others did.  They could only watch as Jetstorm had his fun.

"Let's try and take that stupid, piece of slag bracelet off," he smirked.  He subspaced a small blow torch he had taken from the armor forge.  "I swiped it, just to get that stupid bracelet off.  It's not like he'll ever see you alive again anyway."  The others turned away in horror.

"…Hurry Prime…" SilverWind whispered as Jetstorm grabbed Prowl's hand.  Prowl could only moan and weakly struggle.

"Slag it!  It's only fusing tighter!  What is that thing made of?" he shouted in irritation.  Prowl's fingers and wrist were getting badly burned.  He was becoming numb from the intensity of the new pain mixed with the old.  Yes…feeling nothing at all…  That was the answer…tune everything out…

"Jetstorm!  We need you to discuss plans and help train the new lackies," said Thundercracker as he came in.  "Screamer demands your presence."

"…Alright," he sighed.  He tossed aside the blow torch.  He glared at Prowl with a final kick before leaving the prison cell.

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Back at base, Optimus was assembling a team to go into the camp.  Jazz had been recently deployed with an Ops team to patrol the Autobot and Decepticon border on another side of the city.  This mission was to give him a sense of accomplishment and keep his mind off of Prowl.  "Are you sure you don't want Jazz and his team along?" the Prime asked Ratchet.

"I'm sure.  He would only get in the way and make things worse.  His growing relationship with Prowl clouds his judgment.  I can't have him in my way if Prowl is seriously injured."

"Then I will honor your decision."  He knew Ratchet always put his comrades' safety first and foremost.  "Autobots!  Transform and Roll Out!  I just hope we're not too late."

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In the cells, Mirage flickered into view in the empty cell.  "We knew it was you!" smiled Sideswipe.  Mirage smiled and took out his rifle.  He aimed it at the un-activated, metal bars.  He repeatedly shot at the bars, easily breaking them.

"How'd you do that?" Sunstreaker asked.

"Without the energy flow and electric barrier, it's just a bunch of steel."  He stepped out of the cell and looked at everyone.  "You all look like slag…"

"…Jazz…" Prowl mumbled weakly in his attempted recharge.  Mirage came over and looked at him.

"Oh Prowl…" he said sadly.

"…Jazz…?"

"No, it's me Mirage," he said kneeling down and looking at him.

"…Mi-…Mirage…" he said weakly, giving up on sleep.

"Prime's on his way with help.  Hang on, Prowl."

"Autobots!  Hurry!  To the prisoners!" called some lower Decepticon lackeys.

"Hey!" one cried as he noticed Mirage.  "How'd you get out?"

"I never saw you with the others…"

"I've been here the whole time.  Now you see me…  Now you don't," he said as he turned invisible and ran around them, attacking them from all angles.

"Hey!  No fair!  Where are you!"

"I can't see where he's coming from!"

"I'm over here," he smiled as he appeared for a moment before disappearing again.  Jetstorm raced towards the cells.  He was going to make sure Prowl was going to offline before the Autobots get to him.  Mirage turned away from the lackeys to shoot at him.  "Not so fast!"

"What in the Pit?"  The others in the cell watched the three way battle anxiously, wishing they could help.

"Prowl's mine to finish off." Jetstorm sneered.

"You won't be finishing anyone off, Jetstorm," shouted Ratchet as he came in with the rescue team.  Optimus was busy fighting off Megatron elsewhere.

"You..." Jetstorm growls.

Ratchet just glared at him.  "Red Alert, disable the cells and help everyone get out of here.  Hound, you and Brawn give Mirage a hand."

"Sure thing Ratchet." said Hound.

"Alright, everyone, let's get out of here," Red Alert said as all the cells opened.  The rescue team each took a prisoner in hand and helped them escape.  "C'mon, Hound, Mirage," Red Alert called as they exited out into the halls.  Both nodded and fired one last shot, knocking out the lackeys.

"C'mon, SilverWind, let's go back," Hound said as he and Mirage supported him on either side.

"...No...  We can't leave Prowl...not until I know he's alright..."

"Ratchet'll take care of him after he's done staring Jetstorm down," said Mirage.  "Let's go."

"...No..."  He weakly broke free from their grip on him and made his way over to Jetstorm.

"What do you want?" he spat.  "Come to insult me some more before I kill the medic and send Prowl into non existence?"

SilverWind growls.  "No...this..."  He punched him very hard, pulling away in a moan of pain.

"You alright?" Mirage asked worriedly.

"I...I've...always...wanted...to do that...  H-He...deserves it...  I...I think I shorted out my hand completely..."

"Come on, now.  Let's get you back to Iacon with the others," said Hound.  "He's not worth it."

"SilverWind, go on.  I'll handle this brash little youngling myself."  SilverWind was unsure at first until he let the two lead him away.

"Now it's just you and me, Medic."

"You're such a disgrace.  You really think Megatron's going to bring peace to this planet?  You think he's going to give you the power you want?"

"How DARE you dishonor my master!  Lord Megatron is stronger than Optimus will ever be!"

"Then you truly are a fool."  Jetstorm growls.  "His rule will be a dictatorship.  He will control you, all of you.  If you question him, he won't hesitate to kill you.  He will only bring tyranny to this planet.  You will serve under him in constant fear of your life.  The only reason someone like Starscream is his Second in Command is because of fear."

"LIES!  ALL LIES!" he shouted, flying at Ratchet and tackling him to the ground.  Ratchet easily threw him off and pinned him down by his wings, kneeling on his chest to pin his arms.

"Starscream's scientific knowledge, quest for power, and cunning skill are why Megatron keeps him alive.  His treachery and thirst to be an all powerful ruler are why Megatron keeps him so close.  The power and peace he promises are the lies."

"You lie!"

"Fine then, be stubborn.  You must have truly been a Decepticon all along then.  I hope you get what you want," he glared with a bit of sadness in his voice.  "For now, it's farewell," he smirked.  He quickly shot him with a full dose sedative used to force patients into a full night's recharge.

"...Y-You..." Jetstorm said before he fall into recharge.  He sighed as he climbed off of Jetstorm.  He went inside Prowl's cell.  His spark sank as his body filled with rage.

"...Frag..."  He knelt down next to the damaged mech's frame.  All of his scans came back critical.  He punched the floor and let himself cool down.  He put a hand on Prowl's lower back and locked optics with him.  "Prowl...Prowl can you hear me?"  Prowl could only moan weakly.  "Thank Primus you're alive."

"Ratchet, how's Prowl?" asked a familiar voice as he came in.

"Ah, Prime.  Just in time.  I need your help.  I'll need you to help me carry him out."  He was completely speechless when he saw his SIC.

"...W-Why such brutality...?"

"I know, Optimus.  We can't change that now.  Carefully take hold of his chest.  I'll carry his legs.  I hate to admit it, but this isn't the worst I've seen."

"What?"

"Not from a LIVING cybertronian anyway..."  Optimus looked shocked.

"I've seen some horrific deaths in my earlier years...fresh out of the academy..."

"I fear there will be more of this once this war moves into full swing."  Prowl moaned again as Optimus carefully took hold of him.

"Don't put any weight on his back, drape him over your shoulder a little.  His back is badly damaged with those mangled stubs."  Ratchet carefully took hold of his legs and the two lifted him up together.

"Can he fly again?"

Ratchet was silent, looking away sadly.  "...No...  There's...nothing I can do, no amount of repair that will ever give him his wings back..."

"Poor Prowl."

"He's not going to like it, but there's nothing I can do.  The connections and frame work are too sensitive and too vital."

"I don't think Jazz will be happy either."

"I'm sure he'll miss flying with him, but Jazz isn't so superficial.  He loves Prowl for who he is."

"Love?  They're together?"

"I guess you were too busy to notice.  Help get him inside me," Ratchet said as they walked out into daylight.  He transformed and opened his back doors.

"Maybe I should carry him."

"Are you sure sir?" Ratchet said.

"I don't mind.  He's in critical condition, more space might be better."

"Alright," Ratchet said as he transformed back into root mode.  He carefully took Prowl from Optimus.  He moaned weakly as he was shifted.  "Hang on, Prowl.  We're getting you back to Iacon."

"Should we call back to base and have someone tell Jazz?"  Optimus transformed into his power truck mode and opened the back hatch to his storage trailer.

"Good idea," said Ratchet.  'Red Alert...Red Alert come in...'

'I'm here Ratchet.'

'Give word to Jazz to come back.  Prowl's hurt badly.  He'll want to be with him once I get him inside and stable.'

'I'll pass the word.'

'Thank you.  Ratchet out.'  He slowly and carefully loaded Prowl into Optimus, lying him chest down.  He climbed in and sat next to him.  "Alright, Optimus."

"Okay Ratchet."  He took off back to Iacon.

"...J-Jazz..."

"Hang in there Prowl, we're almost back to base." Optimus said.

"...Op...Optimus...?"

"Yeah, just hang on."

"You should be resting, Prowl.  I can't lose you before we get there," Ratchet warned.

"...J-Jet...."

"We know.  He's out cold back in the prison camp.  Now rest before I make you."  Prowl slowly went back into recharge.  Ratchet sighed.  He had his work cut out for him with Prowl.

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Once back in Iacon, Ratchet carefully unloaded Prowl and Optimus helped carry him inside.  The Medical Bay was in full swing as Wheeljack and Perceptor cared for everyone.  "Ratchet!  We're losing him!" said Wheeljack as tried to save another mech they rescued from the camp.

"Let me in!"  Optimus was left holding Prowl as Ratchet rushed to save the dying mech.  Alarms rang out, then went silent.  "It's no use...  Call the time of death, Jack."  Optimus looked upset.  This upset him to lose another Autobot at the hands of the Decepticons.  Prowl started to cough up energon.

"Ratchet!  Prowl!"

Ratchet turns back and curse.  "Primus!"  He helped Optimus get him on a berth.  He hooked him up to diagnostics and an energon line.  He injected him with a full dose sedative and started working to get him stable.  "Optimus get me some parts from the supply closet," he practically demanded.  The Prime didn't question or answer back.  He knew if Ratchet wasn't fast enough, Prowl would be the next one dead.

"Perceptor!"

"I'm trying Wheeljack!  There's too much going on to keep up!"

"Slag!"  Another set of alarms rang shrilly before being silenced.

"I…I'm sorry Wheeljack."

"…It's alright…  Nothing could be done.  The internal bleeding and ruptured lines were too much."

Perceptor sighed sadly.  "That's four we've lost now."

"Well…eight if you count the four that were dead upon arrival.  Thankfully most of the team is surviving."

"Wh-what about…Prowl…?" SilverWind rasped weakly from a nearby berth.

"Ratchet's working on him now," Wheeljack said as he came over.  "Take it easy.  You need to be recharging."  He carefully checked him over and checked his vitals.

"Is he…going to make it?"

"I'm sure he will, despite the high risk from his injuries."

"Perceptor…" Wheeljack warned as he finished checking SilverWind over.

"Sorry…  What I mean is, he'll be alright.  Ratchet isn't the chief medical officer for nothing."

"Good…" SilverWind smiled before falling asleep again.

Wheeljack sighed heavily.  "This is the worst orn I've ever had…"

"I know.  The last few joors haven't been fun."  Ratchet quickly dug into the storage bin of parts as soon as Optimus set it down.  He made quick work welding temporary patches, clamping lines, and stopping critical leaks.  He opened up Prowl's chest and replaced damaged lines with new ones, working at a slower pace.

"Ratchet…I know I'm no medical expert, but is there anything I can do to help?"

"With Prowl?  No, there's nothing you'd be able to do.  Why don't you help Perceptor and Wheeljack?"

"Alright."  He walked over to them, just as they got the twins stabilized.  "Do you two need any assistance?"

"Prime?"

"I feel bad just standing here while you three fight to save lives.  What can I do?"

"Do you know anything about field patches?" Perceptor asked.

"Not really…"

"You can help by taking care of the non-critical patients," said Wheeljack.  He led Prime over to a row of berths with seemingly healthy Autobots lying on them.  "These mechs only have minor injuries.  They need to be cleaned up and bandaged.  Their injuries will repair on their own."

"Just show me what I need to do."  Wheeljack smiled and showed him what materials to use, how to clean out a wound, and how to wrap it.  He showed him how to weld the deeper injuries too.  "If you need help just ask, but everything's pretty simple."

"Alright."  Wheeljack laughed a bit as he left him.  It was odd having their leader take on the role of a medic.

"It will help having an extra hand, even if it's our Prime's."

"Yeah…  Optimus'll be a big help."

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A few joors later, Jazz and his team arrived back at base.  While the Ops team went to report in to Red Alert, Jazz raced to the Medical Bay.  The med bay was full of mechs from the Decepticon Prison Camp. Jazz tried not to purge his tanks at the chaotic sight around him as he walked over to Optimus Prime.  Optimus and Kup were talking with Ratchet.  "Many didn't survive the transfer here." The CMO spoke "And I'm worried many more won't survive the orn."

"That's terrible." Optimus said "They've suffered so much at the hands of the Decepticons."

"Yes but surprisingly the worst of them all is still holding on."

"The worst?" Jazz asked confused.

"I'll show you." Ratchet said as he guided them to one of the ICU rooms. They stepped into the room and on the berth was a severely damaged mech. The mech was lying upon his side, his lower half was covered with a thermal blanket. Two panels that sprouted from his back appeared mangled and irreparable. A confused look appeared upon the saboteur's facial plates as he slowly made his way toward the berth that housed the severely damaged mech. Then something deep in his spark was telling Jazz that somehow he knew this damaged mech lying before him. Once he finally got close enough, the special ops mech let out a shocked gasp when he saw the remains of a colorful metal bracelet that had been fused tightly on the mech's wrist.

"Jazz, is something the matter?" Optimus asked.  He knew Jazz would take it hard, but not this hard.

"I-It's Prowler..." Jazz whispered, trying not to cry in front of their commanding officer/leader.

"…I…I'm sorry Jazz…  I wish we could have gotten there sooner, but I couldn't risk more lives and just barge in.  Ratchet has been doing all he can, I've been watching him.  I do have one question for you.  I can't identify what the colored, metal band is fused on his wrist.  Do you know what it was?"

The saboteur nodded as he slid off the armor on his own arm, showing them the same bracelet on his own wrist. "S-See, it was a bonding gift, we gave to one another. A promise that we would be together forever."

"I'm sorry, Jazz," the Prime said as he led Kup away to look at the other mechs.

"...J-Jazz....?"  Jazz looked shock and surprised when he heard the voice.  He turns back to where his lover was laying to see weak optics looking at him.

"Oh Prowler..." Jazz said as he came back to Prowl's side and gently took the hand that's not as damage.  "I…I was so worried when I heard…" he said, letting his tears fall freely now.

"…I-I'm here…" the SIC smiled weakly.  "I…I l-love…"

"I-It's alright, Prowler…I know…" he sobbed, cuddling the white hand against his face.

"…P-Please…d-don't…"

"Primus Prowl…I…I thought for sure Jetstorm woulda killed ya!"

"I-I…I'm…st-stronger…than that…" he smiled weakly.  Jazz just cried into the hand he held.

"I…I…t-told ya…we…we shoulda bonded…"

"W-we will…wh-when I…get better…"

"P-Promise…?"

"I…I pr-promise…"  Jazz smiled a bit, tears still falling.  "D-Don't…don't cry, Jazz…"

"I can't help it…I…I thought I'd lost you to that slagger of a flyer…"  Prowl just smiled at him.

"Alright you two.  Prowl, you need to rest.  I have a lot more work to do still."  He nodded weakly.  Jazz took in a shaky breath and let go.  Ratchet put a hand on his shoulder.  "You can stay and rest in an empty room nearby.  I'll want to check you over from your mission when I get some free time."

"Al-Alright…"  Ratchet gave his shoulder a comforting squeeze and pat before leaving the room.  "I'll be…right next door, Prowler," he sniffled.  Prowl nodded before going into recharge.  Jazz took another shaky breath as he left Prowl's room and went to the empty room right next door.  He collapsed onto the berth and quickly fell asleep.

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Jazz woke up to some noise from next door.  He noticed a full cube of energon on the bedside table.  He got up and took a few sips from it.  "Slag it Prowl!" Ratchet could be heard.

"I won't!" came the weak yell from Prowl.  Jazz's optics widened and he set the cube down before rushing into Prowl's ICU room.

"Prowler?"

"Jazz, help us calm Prowl down," said Wheeljack.  He stared at Prowl worriedly.  He was fully patched up except for his wings.  Some of his back panels were still open and the mangled stubs were only half repaired.

"Jazz!  Jazz tell them…tell them to stop!"

"Prowler, calm down.  This isn't like you."

"They're trying to ground me!"

"Primus Prowl, I told you there's nothing I can do!" Ratchet yelled at top volume.

"You're the top medic!"

"Prowler!  Please!" Jazz said, helping Wheeljack hold him.

"…I…I won't be able to…to fly again, Jazz!"

"Prowler…they're damaged pretty badly.  SilverWind said Jetstorm tore them off pretty harshly…"

"Prowl, listen to me.  If I could give you new wings I would.  I'm doing the best I can!"

"I…I…can't…  Please don't take…don't take away…my flying…  I-It's all I have left…of my father…" Prowl choked, trying not to cry.

"Prowler…" Jazz said, hugging him.  Wheeljack let go a little.  "It's alright.  Yer father will still love you.  He won't die just because they take away yer wings.  They'll find him."

"…Please…I can't…  D-Don't ground me…"

"There's nothing I can do, Prowl!  It's the only option!  You'll get sick and die if I don't finish repairing them."

"…I…I can't…"

"Prowler," Jazz said softly, kissing his chevron.  "I'll still love you, even if you can't fly."  Prowl weakly looked at him, tears still in his optics.

"...B-But..."

"It's okay..." Jazz smiled.  "We'll get through this..."

"Now, will you let me continue?" Ratchet asked.  Jazz smiled as Prowl looked at him.  Prowl sighed.

"Please, Prowl.  For me?"

"....O-Okay, for you...:"

"It's going to be alright Prowler, I promise," Jazz said as he hugged him.

"Okay Wheeljack, let's get back to work." said Ratchet.  Jazz led Prowl back to the berth and helped him lie down on his chest.  He took a strong, comforting hold of Prowl's hand.  Ratchet hooked him back up to diagnostics and an energon line.

"...S-Stay..." Prowl whispered to Jazz.

"I'm not going anywhere."

"Just stay out of our way Jazz." Ratchet said.  He only nodded, letting go of Prowl's hand.  He pulled over a chair and then took hold of Prowl's hand again.  Ratchet and Wheeljack started on their work.  Prowl let his tears fall as he held onto Jazz's hand tightly.

"It's going to be okay Prowler."  Wheeljack sighed sadly.

"Wheeljack, try and work on his pedes."

"Alright..."  He moved down and started repairing his feet.  Prowl tighten his hold on Jazz's hand a bit.

He took a shaky breath as the tears continued to fall.  "Why don't you try and rest?" Jazz spoke softly as he rubbed his hand.

"...B-But..."

"Don't worry, I'll be right here with you."

"...I just...just wish...I could keep my wings..." he choked.

"I know Prowler." Jazz said then thought of Prowl's two cousins.  He smiled.  "Hey...Blue and Smokescreen can't fly.  You'll be just like them."

"...B-But Ratchet said..."

"You won't be able to fly, but you'll have wings."

"...Wings...?  Really?"  Jazz smiled and nodded.  Prowl blinked at him, not crying anymore.  He just continued to smile at the SIC.

"Everything is going to be okay Prowler, you'll see."  He smiled back at Jazz.  Maybe it wouldn't be so bad.  His cousins survived alright being flightless.  "Why don't ya try and rest Prowler."

"You'll be here...when I wake up...?"

"I promise Prowler."  He smiled at Jazz, squeezing his hand before he let sleep take him.

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Prowl didn't know how long he was in recharge, but he woke up in the ICU bed with no one around.  He was on his side, covered with a thermal blanket.  He was hooked up to two lines.  One read his vital signs and showed them on a computer screen.  The other line was a low dose energon line.  He looked around frantically for Jazz and found him asleep in a chair nearby.  Prowl sighed in relief before he settled back down.  He felt an odd sensation from his back.  He turned his head to look at the new wings out of the corner of his optics.  They felt just as sensitive as his old jet wings, but his neuro-net could definitely tell they were smaller.  He knew he couldn't fly again, but he was happy that he still had some part of his past still with him.  He wiggled them to test them out.  He winced in pain.  He was still healing and the new wings were still stiff.  He closed his optics and felt the room with the new appendages.  The sensitivity to the atmosphere and environment was similar, but with a smaller range of detection.  He sighed a bit sadly.  He supposed he could adjust to the smaller size alright.  His cousins would help.  He tried to wiggle them again, a bit more slowly this time.  He still winced in pain.  He had forgotten how badly damaged everything was.  He growled as he remembered how Jetstorm brutally grounded him and made the damage worse by digging into the wiring to make him scream.  At that moment Jazz slowly awoke.  Prowl's fists clenched in rage and his wings twitched in agitation.  He moaned in pain from the movement.  "Prowler?"

"Huh?" he said, being pulled out of his musings.

Jazz came over.  "Ya okay?"

"Yes...  New wings are a little stiff and still sore."

"I'm sure Blue and Smokescreen can help you." Jazz said as he sat next to him.

"Yes, I'll be fine.  I just need to heal a little more, that's all."

"Ya seem angry and tense 'bout somethin."

"Oh..." he said somewhat sadly.  "I...I was just thinking about Jetstorm..."

"That's in the past Prowler."

"It's his fault I'm this way!" he yelled, leaning up a bit in anger.  Pain forced him back down.  Jazz caressed his chevron.

"Let it go, Prowler.  He chose to be an aft.  Let it be his problem.  Forgive him and move on."

Prowl took a deep breath.  "I'm sorry, Jazz."

"It's okay Prowler."  He smiled.  He sighed heavily as the stiff, new wings kept bothering him.  "Can I try something Prowler?"

"What Jazz?"

"You'll see."

"I trust you," he said as he watched Jazz go over to his back.  Jazz activated the magnets in his hands before he gently pass them over Prowl's wings.  Prowl moaned.  "Jazz...That feels good..."

"I knew ya would like it."  Prowl just sighed happily.  Jazz smiled and continued carefully rubbing on them.  The magnetic pulses helped ease the stiffness and relax his circuitry.

Prowl moaned.  "Oh Jazz..."  Jazz smiled.

"Hey Prowl...Oh!  I...I hope I'm not interrupting anything..." SilverWind said very embarrassed.

"Hey Silver." Jazz said with a smile "Are you feeling better?"

"Y-Yeah...I can...come back later..."

"Nah, it's alright.  I'm just helpin Prowler.  You're friend's here," he said with a smile.  Prowl weakly looked up at the other flyer.

"Hey Prowl," SilverWind smiled.  "How are you doing?"

"Fine I guess..."

"I...I heard...I...I'm sorry you can't fly..."

"...Yeah I guess we're not wingmates anymore..."

"Of course we are," smiled SilverWind.  "We'll always be friends."  Jazz smiled.  Prowl sighed sadly as he looked at SilverWind's wings.  He had two bandaged areas and a few mismatched patches that hadn't been painted yet.  He was able to keep his.  "Prowl…don't be jealous of me…  It's not you…" SilverWind said as he noticed.  "Believe me, I'd give you my wings in a spark pulse if I could.  It's not fair…"

"I…I'm sorry…"

"Don't be," smiled SilverWind.  "Jetstorm should be sorry, but that's over.  He made his choice."

"Thank you, SilverWind…for coming…"

"I wanted to make sure you're alright.  I can leave you and Jazz alone if you want," he added with a smirk.

"I'm glad you support our relationship."

"Of course."  Prowl smiled a bit.  "I'll let you go.  See ya around, Prowl."

"See ya, Silver."

"Later, Jazz."  He turned to leave with a smile.  Both mechs waited for SilverWind to leave.

"Now where were we?" Jazz asked with a smile.

"…Making me feel good…" Prowl said as he smiled back weakly.  Jazz smiled and sat back down.  He started rubbing Prowl's wings again.

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It wasn't long until Optimus stop by for a visit, but he wasn't alone cause little Bumblebee came with him.  "Go see Prowlie?"

"If Prowl is allowed any visitors." Optimus said.

"...Oh...  Ratcet not allow?"

"It's up to him." Optimus said.  Optimus led Bumblebee through the medical bay doors.  "Hello, Ratchet.  Is it alright if we see Prowl?  Bumblebee hasn't seen him since he came back."  Ratchet looked up from cleaning up some of his tools at them.

He smiled at them.  "Prowl is accepting limited visitors.  I know Jazz is with him.  He would appreciate the company," he said happily.

Optimus smiled back. "Thanks Ratchet." he said.

"Hi Ratcet!" smiled Bumblebee.  Ratchet smiled back at him.

"Prowl will be very happy to see you," he said to the little yellow mech.  Bumblebee smiled bigger.

"Come on Bumblebee." Optimus said.

"Bye now," smiled Ratchet.  Bumblebee gave him a wave before Optimus carried him towards Prowl's room.