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Remember - Optimus knew that as he watched Prowl cradle the broken body of his lover, he'd always remember the look of pain on the SIC's face.

Silly - Prowl looked up and froze. Hanging by one foot from the pipes in the ceiling was his silly bondmate, who was grinning audio to audio.

Dark - Jazz walked down the corridor to his room, listening to his music. If one listened close they could make out the words - "In the dark of the night, evil will find you. . ."

Careful - Prowl was always careful when it came to his doorwings. He'd learned that because of their sensitivity, even the wrong touch could hurt.

Quiet - "Jazz! Would you please be quiet?" Prowl demanded. Jazz smiled and winked. "Sorry, Prowler. That word ain't in mah vocabulary. Wanna try again?"

Pain - Jazz was prepared for the pain as he faced Megatron. His only regret was Prowl was going to hurt so much worse if he didn't make it.

Bug - "Um - Hound? Why did ya put a prayin' mantis in Prowler's berth?" Jazz asked, holding the bug in his hand as Hound grinned innocently at him.

Laugh - Prowl took one look at Jazz and burst out laughing as Jazz spun around and grinned. "Ya like th' skirt?"

Jump - Jazz smiled as he spotted Prowl standing next to Prime. He slid up behind him and ran a hand up Prowl's leg, causing the mech to jump. "Gotcha!"

Yell - "GET BACK HERE, SIDESWIPE!" Prowl yelled, chasing the red Lambo down the hall.

Music - Jazz loved music, but he liked it better when he would manage to talk Prowl into dancing with him.

Quick - Prowl watched Jazz on the dancefloor, moving like quicksilver to the beat of the song.

Tame - "Sometimes, I think you've managed to tame Jazz." Sideswipe noted as Jazz stood to get Prowl and himself some more highgrade.

Obnoxious - Jazz grinned at Prime. "Hey, obnoxiousness ain't a problem - it's an art."

Loud - Prowl glared at Jazz. "Just how much louder can you get?"

Squeak - Ratchet glanced from Prowl to Jazz and back. "So, explain to me again just how you got Prime to squeak like that?"

Vent - Bumblebee looked up and burst out laughing. "Boss? How'd you get stuck up there like that?" Jazz squirmed and tried to glare at Bee. "It don' matter. Get me down."

Desk - Jazz perched himself on Prowl's desk and gave him a winning smile. "So, ya wanna go an' do somethin' later?" Prowl didn't even look up. "No. Get off my desk."

Work - His work completed, Prowl stood and stretched. Next time, Jazz could do the paperwork.

Day - "Ya been workin' all day, Prowler! C'mon an' take a break." Jazz said, leaning against the wall and staring hard at Prowl.

Sleep - Ratchet glared at Prowl as he was laying on one of the medical berths in medbay. "You need sleep too, Prowl. You can't keep doing this to yourself."

Playful - Prowl met Jazz's playful grin with a smile of his own. "I just can't escape you, can I?"

Door - Jazz smiled and turned to go out the door, and ran into it. He fell back onto his aft and grinned at Prowl. "Hey! Yer door is hard!" he called brightly as Prowl laughed hysterically at him.

Smile - As corny as it sounded, Prowl's smile could light the entire Ark.

Relax - Prowl relaxed as Jazz ran his hands up and down his back in a massage. "We should bronze your hands, Jazzy."

Mine - Jazz's fist clenched as he saw Smokescreen run a hand down Prowl's doorwing. He stalked over and grabbed Prowl, bringing the surprised mech down for a fierce kiss. He let Prowl go and glared at Smokescreen. "He's mine, Smokey." he said, wrapping his arms around Prowl's waist.

Posessive - Prowl knew Jazz was posessive, but he wasn't expecting the fierocity of the kiss Jazz gave him. Still, he couldn't say that he minded.

Angry - Jazz stalked down the hall towards his room. His mission had gone wrong, and he'd lost Swiftstrike. He opened the doors to his quarters and blinked when he saw Prowl waiting for him, optics dim with grief. "I heard."

Clumsy - Prowl wasn't what they would call clumsy - not by a long shot. So it surprised everyone when Prowl seemed to trip over his own two feet and land in an undginified heap at Prime's feet, Jazz grinning beside him.

Pristine - Sunstreaker smirked. He'd spent about two hours repainting, waxing, and buffing Prowl's paintjob until it was pristine. He'd wanted to look good, so he'd went to the best. "You're good to go. Don't mess up my work, and let me know what Jazz thinks."

Calm - Where Jazz was loud and upbeat, Prowl was calm and quiet. Two mechs, so radically different, who had so much in common.

Paint - Prowl rose a single optic ridge as he stared at his lover. "So - explain this to me again. Why did you paint yourself flourecent yellow and green?"

Traitor - Sideswipe pouted at Prowl. "You said you wouldn't rat me out! Traitor." he muttered. Prowl smiled. "No, I said I would not tell Jazz. You never said anything about Prime. And who Prime decides to confide in is his business."

Sensual - Prowl shivered as Jazz ran his hands down Prowl's body. There was no denying the obvious - Jazz could be very sensual when he wanted.

Box - Prowl felt his logic circuits start to fry when he saw Jazz sitting in a brightly colored box. Jazz laughed. "'M a Jazz-in-a-box!"

Random - Jazz looked up in surprise. Prowl was humming a random song, and dancing to the tune while he was at it. Jazz smiled. "I like yer voice, love." he commented, laughing quietly as Prowl jumped in surprise.

Sapphire - Jazz's visor darkened to sapphire as he watched Prowl come out of the washracks, still dripping wet.

Year - One year after Jazz's death at Megatron's hands, Prowl was still struggling to live for both of them.

Speed - It was clear that Jazz's Earth alt-mode was built for speed as he pulled ahead of Sidesiwpe as they raced.

Repair - Jazz dug his heels in as Prowl tried to drag him to medbay. "'M fine! It's jus' a little scratch!" Prowl growled and lifted Jazz, throwing the smaller mech over his shoulder. "You're getting it repaired, Jazzy."

Comfort - Jazz snuggled close to Prowl, smiling as Prowl stroked his helm. He took comfort knowing that Prowl was there for him through thick and thin.

Mean - "It's not mean, Jazz. It's honest." Prowl protested. "It's not my fault that you don't like it."

Chase - Prowl had to admit - watching Jazz chase Bumblebee across the rec room, demanding to get his visor back was one of the funniest things he'd seen in a long time.

Escape - Jazz tugged experimentally on his cuffs and smiled. He deftly picked the lock on the cuffs, and made good his escape.

Power - Mirage looked at Jazz then back at Ironhide. "I thought we were bringing him along for his firepower." Ironhide mock-growled at the noble. "I"m not firepower. I'm a deterrent."

Friendship - If there was one thing that Prowl had to thank Jazz for, it would be his unwavering loyalty and friendship to him.

Learn - "When are you going to learn you can't beat me at chess, Jazzy?" Prowl asked, a smug smirk on his face.

Pout - "Damn, Prowler. Anyone ever tell ya that ya got a fraggin' sexy pout?" Jazz asked, a lecherous grin crossing his face.

Plenty - "Jazz, we don't have time - " Prowl was cut off by Jazz kissing him. Jazz pulled back and smiled. "Relax, Prowler. We got plenty o' time fer what I wanna do."

Prank - "Prowler? Didja prank th' Twins?" Jazz asked as Prowl merely blinked innocently at him.