Disclaimer: Not mine.

A/N: A little epilogue of sorts. Tell me of any mistakes you find and I'll fix them as soon as possible.

"talking"

Epilogue

Jazz's repairs were done that same day and, by the afternoon, Ratchet had unceremoniously kicked him out of the medbay. It would be another two days until Prowl was released. Ratchet wanted to be perfectly sure that everything was working correctly. A mech learned to measure how close he's been to dying by the amount of time Ratchet let you stay in the medbay. Prowl's seven days of stay was enough to sober up any mech.

Unfortunately, Jazz was out on patrol when Prowl was released and had been recharging when the Porsche had arrived. Jazz was dying to see his best buddy. If only to reassure himself that Prowl was truly alright. The last time he'd seen him he was offline, covered in energon and Ravage had taken a chunk of his right door wing. He forced himself to recharge, making a note to online early and join Prowl for his morning energon.

In the end, Jazz hadn't been able to recharge, but that didn't stop him from getting up early. He didn't stop to think why he headed for the washracks or why he felt like using the good wax he saved for special occasions. He was feeling good. The sun was shining and he was going to see his Prowler and annoy the living slag out of the Datsun. Jazz figured the tactician owed him after scaring him like that.

He had enough time to lean casually on the wall when Prowl stepped out of his room. Jazz let out a loud whistle, "Looking good Prowler."

The Datsun glared at him and Jazz grinned. Prowl was already used to such antics, but he couldn't help but add the customary comment as he approached the Porsche, "I do not know why do you insist on calling me that. My name is Prowl."

The saboteur chuckled, optics studying his friend. His right door wing was a little straighter and held slightly higher than the other one. And the normal soft pitch was a little out of tune. But Prowl was there and that was all that mattered.

"Are you feeling alright, Jazz?" the tactician asked as he peered into the other black and white's visor. Jazz laughed nervously and took a step back. It unnerved him how Prowl could make him feel out of control.

"Yeah, I'm alright. Just happy to see you in one piece after that little adventure of ours."

Prowl made a noncommittal sound and Jazz continued, "I know I failed in savin' ya. I pretty much went into stasis after getting' Ravage off of ya."

Prowl's hand covered the saboteur's mouth, making Jazz blink. Once he was sure the Porsche would remain quiet Prowl removed his hand. Only to make a gesture as he started walking. Jazz catching up to him and walking beside him.

"You did not fail me," Prowl said after walking a breem in silence, "I do not know how you could believe that, Jazz, when in fact, I owe my life to you."

Jazz scoffed, "You pretty much got rid of the cassettes by yer own."

"True," Prowl replied, "but you kept me energized. Your voice was the only thing that kept me going when the pain was too much."

Jazz felt his spark constrict painfully. He looped his arms around Prowl's arm and declared cheerfully, "That's what friends are for, Prowler."

Prowl sighed before entering the rec room to get his morning energon. Jazz was healthy and happy. That was all he needed to know.

"Yeah, that's what friends are for."