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Snippet 1

Title: Boom-boom

The small sparkling bounced, his black and white armor streaked with paint and energon goody residue. He laughed and raised his arms excitedly towards his creator.

"'Nother song! Song!"

Jazz grinned and leaned down so that his visored optics were level with his creations. "Another song? Which one do you want to hear?"

"Boom-boom song!" The sparkling squealed when Jazz tweaked his chin.

Jazz laughed again and stood up, aware that his mate had just entered their quarters and was now leaning against the wall, watching them. He began to sing, making small funny motions with his hands that brought forward even more laughing giggles from sparkling.

Old MacDonald had a farm,
E-I-E-I-O.

And on his farm he had some explosives,
E-I-E-I-O.

With a boom, boom here,
And a boom, boom there,
Here a boom, there a boom,
Everywhere a boom, boom,

Old MacDonald no longer had a farm,
E-I-E-I-O.

Each time Jazz said boom, his visor would flare brightly and he would throw his arms up into the air. The sparkling ate it up, laughing and giggling loudly. He continued the song, each verse getting even more outlandish until a strong pair of arms wrapped around him from behind. Jazz's voice faded away and he shivered slightly at the amused tone in Prowl's voice when he spoke.

"You are corrupting our sparkling." Prowl nuzzled his mates throat, purring softly.

"Aw, come on Prowl. Its just a harmless little song that he loves. He's too young to actually understand it." Jazz leaned into it, tilting his helm to give Prowl more access.

"I'll be sure to remind you of that when he starts blowing stuff up."

Prowl stepped back and tugged his mate out of the room, glancing back to watch as the happy sparkling went back to playing with the toys strewn around him. He paused, just watching the sparkling. Happiness and love bloomed in his spark and he smiled as he felt the emotions echo back at him from Jazz. It was something he had never expected. Neither Jazz's unconditional love nor their little creation. And he would give his own spark to keep them safe.

It was Jazz's turn to tug on him this time, and he went willingly. As the door closed behind them, he gathered his mate close and kissed him with every bit of passion and love in his frame. The war was finally over, and it was time to live again.

These next two are connected with my story I Watched. Both are unfinished versions that I started of Prowls P.O.V. There is a chance I may finish one of them in the future, but i'm not sure when. So I thought I would share them as snippets for now.

Snippet 2

Prowl stared at his leader in disbelief, aware of the fact that for the first time, he was so very tempted to disobey orders. What Optimus Prime was asking of him was wrong. It went against the very thing the Autobots stood for. Freedom. The ability to live ones life as they chose. The first thought in his processor was born from his spark, and it urged him to resign then and there. But his Battle computer and logic circuits took over and he was forced to admit that the Prime was right. With a sharp nod to his Prime , he drew his doorwings to sharp attention on his back, rotated swiftly on his pedes and left the room. And if he saw the beautiful smile directed his way from the new TIC as he passed through the command center, he ignored it completely.

As the vorns passed though, Prowl was unable to follow his Primes orders completely. Something about Jazz called to him. Whenever he was near, Prowls spark was lighter. Whenever he heard the bots musical laughter, it was hard for him not to smile along with him. He kept a tight rein on his emotions though and never allowed Jazz to see just how much he was falling for him. Instead he forged a friendship with the bot. One that he cherished more then anything.

The day Praxus fell was one of the darkest days he had ever experienced. He kept his frame stiff and straight around the autobots, aware even as he concentrated on finding survivors, that the others couldn't understand his lack of emotion. But Jazz understood, and was there for him every step of the way. It was during this time that Prowl fell all the way in love with Jazz. But his processor reminded him of the Primes orders, that he was under no circumstances allowed to start a relationship with a fellow officer. And even if those orders only applied to him of the whole autobot army, he would follow them. But not being able to tell or show Jazz his love put a strain on their friendship.

Snippet 3

Prowl stretched tiredly, his struts and cables protesting the movement. He hurt everywhere. Mostly because his internal repair system had been running constantly. And as a result, newly repaired sensors were still sensitive. Made even more so from the attention Jazz had lavished upon his frame and from the bonding. A soft touch on his frame, gently stroking, soothing away the soreness with magnetic pulses reminded him why he had awakened. He smiled softly, content to remain where he was. Happy to be in the arms of the mech he loved.

But there was something that was bugging him. An emotion he could feel radiating from the mech curled against his side. The almost desperate quality of the touches to his armor. The need to prove that Prowl was still there. The bond between them was still new, but it had allowed Prowl to see just how much and for how long Jazz had loved him. It had allowed him to see the pain the the other mech had endured. Pain he had caused the one bot he had ever truly loved. It was something he would spend the rest of his life trying to make amends for. Jazz's hands continued to slide against his armor, and as Prowl curled more tightly into the warmth of the others frame, he allowed himself to remember just how he had arrived at this point.

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Prowl stared into the visor of the charming and beautiful new Head of Special Ops, Jazz and felt something inside his spark chamber shift. He was slightly embarrassed as his engine revved softly, and his doorwings quivered with interest. Grateful that Jazz didn't seem to notice, he still stiffened to full attention when Optimus Prime sent him a reminder of the Officer Rules and Regulations over his comm link. Officers were allowed to consort with recruits or others, but never with a fellow officer.

He buried his attraction to the other black and white, never allowing it to show on the surface. Jazz brought a completely new way of looking at things and the two of them worked well together. They were often together, either planning missions or simply spending time with one another. A deep friendship was developed and it was one of the very few things that Prowl could honestly say he cherished.

Then came one of the darkest times he had ever experienced. Praxus was leveled to the ground. Lives, so very many lives were lost. The beauty, the uniqueness, the very soul of the city was extinguished. Prowl was forced to hide his emotions, to carry on with relief efforts. But by the end of each orn, exhaustion dragged his frame down. Guilt, despair and a thousand other emotions threatened to overwhelm him. And it was at these times that Jazz would be there. Offering whatever Prowl needed. Be it a shoulder to cry on, or simply the comfort of a friends presence nearby. And it was during this time that he found himself falling the rest of the way in love. He tried to hide it, knowing that no good could come from it, and in the end all it managed to do was put a strain on their friendship.

The love he felt for Jazz would not be buried for long though. It became increasingly hard not to think of his friend in that manner. As a result, his Battle Computer began to spit out solutions to him. Many of them were improbable. Resigning was tempting. He was getting tired of the war. In truth, Prowl had never wanted to be a warrior. But his people needed him to be one, and so he dismissed that option. That only left one other option. And he knew it was a bad idea, but chose to try it anyway. He found a new recruit, one that he could have loved had circumstances been different, and started a relationship with the mech. He had hoped that it would distract him from Jazz. Maybe even shift the love he felt to this new bot. He was so wrong.

The time he spent away from Jazz was almost painful. He missed his friend on so many levels. In the time he did spend with Jazz, he began to worry. The bot was changing before his optics. And it wasn't a good type of change. The saboteur withdrew into himself, becoming depressed and Prowl was at a loss on how to help him. He became almost obsessed with Jazz, the bot constantly on his processor and it was an accident when one night he called out Jazz's name instead of his lovers. He stiffened on the berth, humiliated and waiting for his partners angry questioning. It never came. And when he finally drug up the courage to look at the other, he was stunned to find a sad understanding in the mechs faceplates. They spent the rest of the night talking, and their relationship changed from being lovers to being one of true friendship. Prowl finding someone he could talk with, confide in. Someone to help him continue on when he lost Jazz altogether.