AN: starts right after TFA: Five Servos of Doom ends. Inspired by this picture: .com/art/TFA-JP-5-Servos-Later-117302692 by .net/u/275053/

Principle of explosion: From a contradiction, anything follows.

CHAPTER ONE: Dialetheia

"When will you be leaving?"
"Three cycles at most, seems like we're needed on Cybertron the soonest possible".
"I see".

Prowl turned to look at his tree again, and Jazz followed the movement of his hands as he cut another small leaf. The black ninja's gestures had always been graceful, but in the past there had been a subtle streak of tension into them, a hidden questioning himself, his very place and reason to be. Now something had clicked into place and that tension had disappeared, leaving only smoothness and confidence instead. Movements that looked like well tuned sounds. It made Jazz smile.
He moved to give a closer look at the thin branch Prowl was shaping.

"I'm borrowing a small bit from nature" Prowl explained, answering the unspoken question. "They call this 'bonsai' art".

"Looks sweet. Makes me wish I got more time to learn about this place's culture and stuff, ya know, everything". He reached up to brush the bark. "Organic still feels a little weird, but they got my interest".

"I wish for that too, that you could stay longer. I will miss you" Prowl spoke quietly, earning a surprised glance from the other autobot. Jazz wasn't expecting such a clear admission by the usually reserved bot, and he couldn't but feel glad to hear it. Since the first time he landed on that strange planet and met the other ninja he had tried his best to offer him some kind of companionship and support, sensing Prowl was needing it without even realizing it. And Prowl had silently accepted it. Jazz had been the one Prowl first turned to when he was concerned about his master's helmet, the one to which he had expressed his suspicions about Sentinel. Yes, they were both ninjas, but Jazz got the feeling that wasn't the only reason. Prowl had come to trust him, a trust built on small talks and shared moments out of the battlefields, and of good, instintively perfectly tuned working together on them. It was a self-boost, that trust, and it also made him wishful. Made him feel longing for a time when his carefreeness was rooted to his spark, a time when he would have found only too natural to show his straight to the core feelings, uncaring of anything but the moment and what it could offer to them. A time too long ago.

But maybe it was only for the better.

Prowl raised his hands and lifted his helmet, placing it with care down on the soil, between two roots. It looked like a rightful, dignified place for it.

"I wish you good luck. Especially on bearing Sentinel all the way back" he added with a small smirk. Jazz laughed.

"I have the twins, the three of us should manage. Beside, I don't give a frag if he's my superior, this time I'm having a long conversation with him, and he better be listening".

Prowl chuckled too, glancing at him. "Talking about that, I was wondering..."

"What?" Jazz flashed another grin at the younger bot, who didn't reply and just stared at him for a long moment like he was trying to figure something out, tilting slightly his head, till Jazz's grin became puzzled. Then Prowl stepped closer, still looking intently at him, their heads quite suddenly too close, and he cut the small distance left and pressed his lips softly against Jazz's.

Some small part of the older ninja's processor had the presence of spirit to go "What the frag?!" while all rest of him happily filed the question away for later consideration and answered the kiss eagerly just as Prowl was making a movement to back away, lips parting to lock him in place and taste the warm plying metal with his glossa. His arms raised to wrap themselves around the lithe black shape, in time with Prowl's around his waist and back, the kiss escalating and the black ninja pressing in till Jazz let go of his balance and went down, landing on his back with a Prowl straddling him. Nothing to complain about the position. The two pulled back a little, fans cycling heavily for what had been just a short kiss, visors locked into each other. Jazz couldn't hold back a huge grin, that grew even bigger as he saw it mirrored, just a little more relieved, in Prowl's expression. "If this was some kind of sneak attack, I bet Yokotron didn't approve of it. He was more old school".

"No circuit su involved" Prowl leaned down till their foreheads were almost touching. "I just didn't want to lose it".

"Lose what?" Jazz's hands were caressing the smooth back. He felt Prowl give in just a little in the touch, the self-control he usually imposed over his body at least partly forgotten for a time, in the unexpected situation.

"The chance. I have realized many things, in a very short time. About myself and about what I want... and what I need" he reached with his hand to touch Jazz's cheek, gently, and the white bot took the hand and turned to press a kiss on the palm, nuzzling it. "So I didn't want to lose the chance to show you".

"You did, rather convincingly too" Jazz chuckled, moving to trail a line of kisses on Prowl's wrist.

Prowl smiled. "Honestly, I was not planning to... just tackle you like this. I had a small speech already worked out. But you..." He unconsciously pouted, like he often did. It was something Jazz went mad over, that small pout, and he would have bet Prowl would had been the first to be surprised to know how sexy he looked. "...have a talent for messing up my plans. For a moment I feared I had ruined it all".

"Do I?" Jazz gave him his innocent smile. "But please, don't let me" he pushed up on his elbows so he could reach and press his mouth to against a thick cable on Prowl's throat "interrupt you" he nipped gently at it, liking the soft gasp the action elicited. "or distract you... what did you wanted to tell me?" he ran his glossa along the cable, looking for the small sensory nodes right where it joined his chassis. He felt Prowl's engine revving. "I-I think... I'll better" Prowl kissed the earphone covering Jazz's right audio "keep on showing..." and the white bot felt Prowl's hands running over his hood, making him hold his intakes back. Prowl's touches weren't experienced, Jazz could tell, but they were eager and earnest, tentatively trying for what could feel pleasurable, and finding it. The nimble fingers traced the edges of it, moved to caress his shoulders and then probed right behind the wheels, finding their way to some hidden sensors.

"Yeah, right there..." Jazz vocal processor went hoarse, as a need he hadn't quite foreseen took over him. His left hand cupped Prowl's neck, while he traced the golden seams on his wings with the other, then he stroke the glass on his chest and moved his hand to gently finger the controls right beside it. The purring from their combined engines grew louder, as he felt both their bodies heat up. They kissed again, hands probing further...

"Hey, Prowl! Have you seen my videogame controller around the place?!" Bumblebee yanked the door open and glanced at the two ninjas, one busy with scissors and leaves again and the other looking at a print on the wall, at safety distance, and he went on "It's since the Wasp thing I can't find it, it's driving me crazy-!"

"No." Prowl interrupted him, tone ice cold. "I haven't. Seen. It"

"Geez, ok! No need to get so stuck up like that" Bumblebee closed the door, grumbling about obnoxious ninjas. Prowl and Jazz exchanged a glance, and Jazz smirked. "Reminds me of the old days at the mechadojo. That was sneak-training!" He stepped closer. "Now, where we were..."

Sentinel to Jazz, it's urgent!

Jazz's smirk faded. With a growl he signaled his comm to Prowl.

- Jazz here, I'm listening-

- I need you to come back to the ship immediately! There are new orders - Sentinel cut off the communication without waiting for an answer. Jazz sighed "Well, that's just great. I got to go back now. Chances are there's some more bad news from Cybertron... I wouldn't go back just for that slaghead's sake". He usually didn't call Sentinel names, he was too used to him, but right now he was just too ticked off.

"I understand, don't worry" Prowl made a small smile. "Brings me back to my original question..."

"Mh? Oh, the thing you were wondering about, before... the rest happened". Jazz moved closer and embraced him, noticing Prowl going slightly stiff before relaxing again and accepting the embrace. "What were you wondering?"

"You were a senior ninja since the war, since well before Sentinel was even in the military. I don't understand why your position in the Guard is under his. That's not logic, by your career you should be right up for a Magnus position, by now".

"Oh, that..." Jazz grinned. "Seems like I didn't get any luck, uh? Well, it's a long story..."

"You don't have to explain it to me, if you don't want. It was just a silly curiosity".

"No, I will... we can talk about it next time we meet. After we have finished what we started, I mean" he chuckled softly, and leaned in to kiss Prowl.

"If we don't get interrupted by certain Bees".

"Or by annoying calls"

"Or by some other things like a Decepticon attack"

"That would be quite suicidal on their parts"

"Right" Prowl smiled in the kiss. Finally they pulled back from the embrace, their hands brushing and then grasping, holding onto each other for a long moment, before they finally parted. Jazz raised two fingers to his cap.

"To the sooner, then!" he grinned, then he turned and walked out the door. Prowl followed him with his visor. When he disappeared, he turned to look up at his tree, taking a long intake.

TBC...

AN: So, what you think of it? Should I go on (and bring on Mirage and Hound... beside Swindle, Wasp, TC and Skywarp and the rest of the regular cast)? ^^