A/N: Heya everyone, sorry if the wait for this chapter was a little long but I just finished up the first board of the two for my costumer (she wanted the first one sooner than I was going to be ready to have it ready, so I just worked into the night to finish) but annyyywayyss, just watched the recent true blood episode…I wonder what sookie did to Marianne (sp?)? And I always hate the cliffhangers…beside the point, here's chapter 5!!

Chapter 5: Failed attempt 2

Another long day in Jazz's world was about to end as Jazz drummed his finger tips on the table he sat at. Processor-melting meetings such as these took place every week or so where he, being the second in command, made him required to show up at these tedious meetings. Usually, as Redalert or Ironhide would talk Jazz would either drum and tap his fingers in a rhythm that resembled a song, torture the bots next to him (inconspicuously of course) or play "football" with the twins that sat across from him which always ended up with the triangular paper-made football either smacking into an unsuspecting mech's forehead, or it being snatched away by the angry speaker.

While this is what Jazz usually liked to do to ease up the boredom, with the recent events happening in his life, he was eager to get out of there as fast and as painless as he could.

Jazz tuned back into Optimus speaking only to find, to his relief, that he was closing up his speech and effectively the meeting.

"I thank you all for once again attending these vital meetings, and until next time, have a nice week."

As Jazz shot up from his seat and pushed through the grumbling and talking mechs to get to the door ( which wasn't very hard given his size) , he didn't notice Optimus and Ironhide watching him make his hasty exit.

"Have ya' ever seen the guy so eager to get out?" Ironhide grumbled amusedly to Optimus as he slowly approached his side.

Optimus looked over his shoulder at Ironhide with a concerned look on his face before responding.

"Iam not sure I have, but I sense there is more to his behavior for I have been watching him these past couple days, and am not sure what to make of it. What do you think is wrong?"

Ironhide looked back at Optimus with amusement still written on his features and with a smirk, responded.

"Ohh, im sure he's just fine."

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After getting out of the crowded hallway, Jazz slowed down. He had always disliked large crowds like that especially when most mech's were larger than him.

As Jazz walked towards his quarters, he cleared his processors and began to ready himself for planning.

'Well, I've already failed once with the drink idea.' Jazz shuddered at the memory; he was still getting suspicious looks from Prowl and snickers from the twins.

'Ughh man, think think THINK!' Jazz was scrunching his eyebrows in concentration as he subconsciously typed in his code into the lock for his room.

And as he typed the last couple of digits were typed in, Jazz had been following random lines of thoughts when he thought about the greatest schemer the Autobots had ever known,

Megatron!

Jazz started to think about how the tyrant liked to draw out his plans with the actual soldiers he was going to use and quite actually had a good hand for art. Jazz couldn't believe he was actually complimenting the demented leader but after having infiltrated an old Decepticon base and having stumbled across some of the Decepticon leader's work, he had to grudgingly admit it was work from the hands of an expert. Which not only made Jazz wonder what the dictator did in his spare time, but if the same thing could possibly help him get some ideas out from his muddled mind.

Walking over to a cabinet where he was sure he kept piles of paper, he removed a couple of sheets, grabbed a pen (once again, a cybertonian sized one. I mean, where did the government get this stuff!?) and walked over to his desk ready to sit down and think.

As his mind started to wonder to when he had seen Prowls aft hanging out from underneath the half-constructed desk, unconsciously he hand started to do the same.

Jazz sighed dreamily and shook himself from the minor daydream before having realized his hand had been moving on its own accord.

Curious, he looked down.

And feel off his chair, squeaking in surprise as he did so.

*CLUNK!*

Hastily pulling himself back up to his fallen chair, Jazz blushed heavily.

Apparently while thinking not so innocent thoughts, he had also drawn the image in his mind.

Lets just say Prowl had kept the position on all fours, minus the armor, plus some very lust-filled expressions, equaling something very erotic.

'Man, do I have an imagination…' Jazz, still blushing, grumbled to himself.

'I wonder if this happens to Megatron.,' and before he could stop it, his mind brought upon the images of Megatron gazing of into a blank wall with a creepy smile on his face, drawing Optimus with an ecstasy filled expression, clinging to Megatron as they both-

"AAUGHH!"

Jazz thumped his head against the desk.

Why did he allow that to go that far?!

He resisted the urge to claw out his optics as he roughly snatched and crumpled the dirty picture and tossed it into the waste disposal.

Grabbing his paper, he clutched his huge pen in his hand, ready to try once again when there was a knock at his door.

Startled, Jazz cautiously walked to the door and looked at the data screen next to the door which was installed to tell bots who exactly was at their door.

And was surprised, for it was the embarrassing drawing subject himself!

Prowl!

Nervously, Jazz opened the door to Prowl's pristine expression.

"Hello Jazz, I have come to help discuss some battle tactics with you,"'

"O-Of course Prowler! Come on in!"

Jazz shuffled out of Prowls path as the ninja bot gracefully entered and sort of wandered to a random spot, obviously waiting for Jazz to point out a suitable place to seat himself.

Jazz quickly picked up the unasked question and told Prowl to take his seat while he dragged a nearby chair to the opposite side of the desk.

As both made themselves comfortable and set out papers to prepare their discussion, Jazz dropped his pen.

"I'll get that for you." Prowl stopped Jazz from bending over to get his pen and pushed his chair out a bit to reach for the dropped writing utensil.

As he did so, he also noticed a crumpled, lonely looking paper ball that looked like it hadn't quite made it to the bin. Probably from Jazz being hasty about it, it seemed.

Tsking, he picked up the ball and was about to throw it away when he noticed a robot head on a flat corner of the paper ball that stuck out, and that robot looked awfully like him.

Now both curious and suspicious, he uncrumpled the damaged paper ball.

And gasped.

Poor Jazz, still waiting for Prowl to rise from his crouched position so they could resume their important meeting when a resounding *THUMP* and then the sight of Prowl hastily crawling from beneath his side of the desk, blushing hard with an indescribable expression on his face had Jazz immediately alarmed.

"H-Hey Prowl! What's wrong?! Why are you leaving?!"

Prowl didn't respond as he gathered his papers and quickly made his way to exit Jazz's room.

"We-We will r-resume this l-l-later!"

With that barely stuttered out sentence, Prowl was gone.

Still utterly confused and curious as to what made Prowl leave so suddenly, he walked over to where Prowl was originally sitting and crouched down to see an unfolded piece of damaged looking paper.

Almost instantly recognizing the paper via the dirty drawing, Jazz drew himself back up to normal height

And yelled out his frustration for the base to hear.

Failed attempt 2:…Failed before it had a chance