That was brilliant, thank you for sharing x

I read this some time ago without having read your other stories in the WE continuity, and it was a good read. I love Jazz and Prowl, and good fics are always a nice find.

I finally finished Where You and I Collide yesterday and came back to this story today. And suddenly there was even more depth to this little fic. I can not wait for WYaIC to reach this point!

Today I heard 'Addicted' by Aviici on the radio, and immediately remembered this fic :) It's been a while since I've read it last time, btw, you made me ship these two together, Jazz/Prowl is my flagship, and I'm going down with it. All aboard!

Nice very nice :3

...I just watched the new Robocop...

(Murphy beat the machine!). X) (way better than the original!)

Sorry...totally off the I just HAD to tell someone!

Funny how Jazz sees love as an addiction.

...Uh...No comment.. .

Well Done

Their relationship is certainly a strange one, is it not?

Sorry Prowl, even you have to give in to Jazzy sometimes. ;P

"Don't you have something you should be doing?"

"Yeah, you."

BEST. LINE. EVER.

PJ lovin is yummy. I love your epic writing style. Suits this piece really well.

THAT WAS SO HOTLY AWSOME!

So. Fragging. HOT.

Listened to this song this morning! Totally new meaning to it.

You are a genuis. I luvs you. x3

That was intensely hot. Prowl losing control is just...mrrrr. Very nicely done.

Part TEN (final)

Office shenanigans are always worth it, silly Jazz. Delightfully written scene, as usual, and as usual, I really, really don’t know what to say about it. It was fun? It WAS fun P

And there it is – the masterful oneshot comes full-circle to the beginning. Now we know that it’s not just Jazz that’s addicted, but Prowl too, and they are together in all of this. They’re both ‘fragging addicted’, as you said right up there at the beginning. No cure – no need for a cure. It’s its own cure.

Beautiful ending line. Beautiful piece. Perfect present with which to have rewarded your loyal reviewers *hug*

Now... I am devoid of wit. This will have to be a witless ending. This review really took it out of me, and I just realized how many chapters behind I am on LG. As such, it will not be getting monster reviews, but rather depressingly average ones. I hope you know that doesn’t mean I think any less of them than I do of this oneshot. If time allowed (if my brain’s capacity for analytics before poofing into a rather spectacular mass of goo allowed), every chapter you write would be reviewed like this one was at the beginning. In case you’re interested in statistics, no I did not manage to keep up with my 1:138 word ratio that began at the first line, but the final product is one of 1:4.6 (discounting the second half, when I was running on fumes, the ratio is 1:13), which I still think is worth a pat on the... brain goo. This was so much fun, and I really did enjoy this oneshot – totally worth the obscenely long wait _

*glomp*

Part NINE

Then right the way back to that very beginning line, but now the mystery is solved. We know it all. We have all the information. ‘An addiction was fostered and fed’ – an amazing, life-altering, world-changing addiction to your other half and the best thing that had ever happened in the lives of either one of them. This addiction is so different, not least because it’s something ‘fostered’, cared for like one would a precious child, and ‘fed’, like any sort of plant, animal, flame – anything that requires upkeep. And of course this notion of feeding implies that its growth need never stop. Their obsession will continue as long as they both shall live.

And then you bring it back to the idea of an addiction as something had by an addict – and what does the addict need? The fix, of course. And Jazz, ‘the wild thing’, perhaps the wildest bot on the face of the planet, would of course be a very exuberant junkie. And after all, if your obsession and addition is a love this unbelievably powerful, why would you ever not want to be feeding it?

‘Like now’. Ho boy, we’re about to see some NSFW content. That’s okay. I’m at home. Bring on the explicit content. My brain is about to explode from the effort of typing out this review thus far, and I just opened the chapter on a web page (I’ve been deleting stuff from a Word document as I comment on it), and realized – holy crap, I’m not even half-way through this chapter XD Bring on the mindless p0rn! I can’t comment on it (I think my head really would explode if I tried), but I can surely enjoy it 8D

Enter Prowl. The first time we’ve seen him during this entire narrative. No, wait, actually, we haven’t seen him quite yet; we just know he’s there. It’s really rather interesting to be seeing him from this perspective, having been hearing about what an incredible person he is for such a long time, and here he is, in the... armour! Jazz’s addiction, obsession, love. The guy has been musing about how wonderful their interactions are, and how good they are for each other, their little perfectly matches spars both mental and otherwise that keep them fine-tuned and at the top of their game.

It’s therefore almost a shock when Jazz proposes one of these interludes that we’re been trained to see as being so darn awesome – and Prowl turns it down flat. ‘No.’ ... No? Is something wrong, here? Ah, but then I realize I’m not giving them enough credit. Hasn’t Jazz just spent the past however many paragraphs telling me how he loves it when Prowl challenges him, particularly when he’s at his ‘most tempting’, and so many other bots would just be swooning all over the place at his immense charm and appeal? What kind of a challenge would the guy be if he conceded instantly every time Jazz made a suggestion, hmm? There’s the Prowl Jazz loves so much. Not only is he issuing a challenge, but a ‘sexy little’ one. Oh Jazz, you strange creature, we love you so XD Holding little conversations with Prowl inside your head – he knows him so well that he doesn’t even need to hear Prowl speaking to know what he’s saying. And what he’s saying... well, okay, it’s a pretty sexy little challenge. ‘I dare you to change my mind, Jazz. If you're half the mech you think you are, change my mind. Do it. I dare you.’ Sounds like a challenge to me! A most excellent one indeed. ‘Imagination’, right. ‘Determination’ sounds more like it – if Jazz wants his Prowl, well then by golly he’s going to get his Prowl no matter what said Prowl has to say to the contrary. He wants Jazz to change his mind? Consider it changed XD I love also that Prowl is a bot unlikely to express himself eloquently... at all, particularly when it comes to affairs of the heart and the seat of emotions – and you point out of course that Jazz has just ‘the right kind of imagination’ to glean exactly what Prowl means to say from the least of information. They’re perfectly suited to communicate with each other.

He’s right, Prowl – ‘because’ is not an answer. You’d get yelled at in school for that nonsense. How very illogical of you. Oh baby, if you are indeed trying to get Jazz to leave, you're doing a poor job. You’re even getting me curious about what it would take to get you to change your mind, and I have no interest in getting into your... armour. Jazz, you kinky thing, you. You’re actually getting turned on by Prowl being obtuse XD It’s so sweet that he’s willing to make concessions for Prowl such as this – overlooking humiliation or dismissal is darn difficult, but of course Jazz is looking at this through his, ‘Prowl is Issuing Sexy Challenge’ goggles, so it’s not a problem. It’s not a dismissal, but an invitation to try harder, slacker. Or so Jazz seems to be reading it. That doesn’t quite appear to be what Prowl means – he is working, after all P

Aw, that’s a good line, Jazz man. That’s a good line. ‘Ah want the best. That’s why Ah’m here.’ An excellent line, actually. I might note that one down for future reference. You great big charmer, you. And it worked! Success! Huzzah! Prowl is looking up from his work with a different light in his eyes. We all know what that light is! *nudge nudge* In his ‘too-sharp, too-enticing optics’ – you phrase it like it’s a bad thing, but we know now that both his diamond-sharp perception and his addictive self are what Jazz adores so much about him. Couple that with a sexy smirk that you’re not quite allowed to see? Forget about it. A taunting, teasing Prowl. Only with Jazz D It’s so small, you make sure we realise that this almost-smirk is just about a nothing, ‘not quite a crack’ in his shell, but Jazz is just so delightfully far gone that this non-smirk is enough to get him ‘hooked anew’. Jazz my sweet, you are whipped. I love you that way.

Round One – won by Jazz. There will be funky time. Now to win Round Two and get that ‘later’ pushed up to NOW.

Just keep staring that wonderful stare, Jazzy. It’s working its magic... let it loose. You’re wearing him down – and I suspect you know it.

Prowl, you filthy boy! Lol, their back-and-forth is making me smile. Really, Prowl, you think you can be all sexy and spew out your double-entendres left and right and then expect Jazz to wait until the end of your shift to cash in that sexy little promise in your eyes? I think not! And now you’re making Jazz think about how much he loves loving you... yeah, I think there’s no escape for you by this point. ‘Passion to melt the sun’. Where do you come up with this? That is so poetic, so very extreme and yet so far removed from any cliché that it’s just so powerful without any cheese or corn or other such undesirable foodstuff. I bet the room is heating up, you foxy pair.

‘He wasn’t the kind of mech to purposely deny gratification when it was sitting right in front of him’. Yeah, Prowl is screwed. He can turn Jazz on just be being – and there he is sitting in front of him being all almost-smirky and smutty. You’re going to have to take a break from your work very soon, sweetheart. Why would he stop staring at you, Prowl? You and I both know he’s going to jump you just as soon as he can’t stand it anymore XD

Shame for Jazz that Prowl has such extreme self-control. Just another way in which they manage to balance each other out.

I feel we’re getting into T-rated territory. This is good. I feel like I need a treat after typing all that out. My brain is literally goo. I’m desperately trying to keep giving you proper reviewing, but I’m rapidly running out of steam. Do please excuse my comments becoming sparser from this point on.

It’s so sweet that Jazz looks over Prowl’s frame and is forced again and again to say how plain and not-at-all-special it is – and yet despite that he’s totally hot for it. It’s the Prowl in the frame that he’s interested in. Prowl could probably be the most malformed SOB on the planet, and Jazz would still be giving him the stiff one-eye. Aw, it’s so sweet when you finally come out with it – Prowl’s not all that special on the outside, but oh on the inside he is filled with ‘enthralling beauty’. Jazz, you are so far gone. He’s turned on by Prowl’s confusion. Baby, baby, you’re so insanely in love it’s way past adorable. Prowl, if you knew half of what was going through Jazz’s head right now, you would already be leaping for the other side of the desk. How could anyone resist someone who loves them that much?

Completely fragging addicted, Jazz my darling. You’re right – there is no hope for you. You might as well just go with it _

Whoa Jazz, whoa. You do not mess with the Prowl’s datapads O_O

‘An enthralling mixture of anger and lust’. Yep, Jazz will do that to a person. AHAH! I told you Prowl would be leaping over the desk! Didn’t I say? 8D

Of course he couldn’t wait, Prowler. You had ME blushing with the force of JAZZ’S love for you. How could you possibly expect Jazz himself to resist you? Ah well, at least Prowl is seeing the humour in all of this. Maybe Jazz will indeed be getting himself some nookie after all.

Hah, are they fighting or foreplaying? I can’t even tell XD

Okay, the p0rn has begun. We will return to our irregularly scheduled reviewing after these messages. Over to you, Jazz and Prowl.

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See Part TEN (final)