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Slowly, his systems came online, and gears whirled to life. A disgruntled sigh of air left his vents and vocalizer. Then his optics finally began to power up. Once they were to full power, Prowl got an intake of the dimly lit Med Bay's ceiling. Static filled his vocalizer as he try to make words, but quiet when nothing understanding came out. He then reached up rubbed the side of his helm, CPU whirling and twirling in circles, making way to a processor ache. Another sigh of air left, and finally he managed to begin to sit up. His frame felt ten times heavier than usual. It took him a bit of time, but the black and white mech managed to get seated up. He stretched out his servos, joints popping and clicking. Then he flicked his doorwings up, but abruptly stopped. Slowly, Prowl half-turned his helm to glance at his newly built and painted doorwings. Air was let out of his vent, like what humans would call a 'content sigh'. He then began to scan the dimly lit Med Bay, but stopped when he saw something or someone moved.

"He waited for you to wake…" said a new voice, and Prowl glanced over at the doorway and saw the speaker. The red and white mech stroded in and stopped next to the doorwinged mech's berth. Prowl stared at him, then back to the mech. "After what happen…" Ratchet began, but the words seemed to die away in his vocalizer. This caught Prowl's attention, and he turned his helm back around.

"After what, Ratchet?" he asked, curiosity in his voice. There was a pause, and Ratchet took a deep intake of air.

"Well Prowl, we nearly lost you. Brought you back from the brink just in time" the CMO answered. The SIC stared at him, then slowly looked back at the mech in the corner. He already figured out who it was and let out a sigh of air.

Jazz did care about him, but…

"I think Jazz likes you."

Prowl snapped his helm back at Ratchet and just stared at the medic.

Prowl slowly looked down at his servos in his lap and mumbled, "Maybe…" His spark began to beat a little faster as all the information he had just obtained set in. He nearly died, was saved, and Jazz had waited for him, even when he had acted cold to him. Maybe now he should tell the saboteur.

'But what about the others…your duties…'

"Prowl," Prowl snapped his helm back up when Ratchet spoke again, "answer me this, truthfully too. Do you like Jazz back?" The black and white mech's nearly stopped when the question fully sank in.

Should I tell him…should I expose my crush…

"Ratchet…I…" Prowl began in a serious tone, like the ones his used in meetings, but the medic held up his hand to silence him.

"Prowl, if you are going to say that you shouldn't like anyone, espiceally during a war, I will reformat you into a toaster. That shouldn't alter your choice in love."

"But Ratchet…"

Another wave of the medic's hand stopped him again.

"Look…if you love someone, don't let doubt or surrounding events change that. I mean, even Optimus has a bondmate, and he's Prime. Understand?"

Prowl stared at Ratchet, then slowly nodded. He had to admit, Ratchet was right.

"Now, I'll ask again, do you like Jazz?" Ratchet asked, waiting for the answer. There was a pause of silence between them.

After letting air out of his vents, Prowl replied with, "Yes I do. I have for a while, but the mission…" he optics were then brought over to Jazz's recharging form, "made me fully realize it the crush. But…" There was a pause, then he continued, "I thought I would endangered everyone if I did in fact keep this crush. I tried to distance Jazz and myself. But…I don't think that worked." Prowl finished up with a sigh of air, and then there was a silent pause between him and Ratchet. Ratchet let air out of his vents and cycled more through. Prowl took this time to look back at Jazz, now confused on what he should do now.

"Then you should tell him" came Ratchet's calm reply. Prowl slowly nodded, then turned his helm back at the medic. The red and white CMO continued on with, "But…get some more recharge. 'Jack had to rebuild your doorwings completely." The tactician nodded and began to settle back down on the berth.

The medic was at the doorway when he called back over his shoulder, "Night Prowl." The SIC quickly checked his chronometer and saw that it was, in fact, nighttime.

"Good night Ratchet."

The medic left, and the black and white mech shuttered his optics off as he fell into a peaceful recharge.

Slowly, he system can online once enough recharge had been acquired. He stretched out his servos, and the joints began to pop. As this happen, his visor powered up and glowed blue. When Jazz scanned the room after waking, his optic stopped on the repair berth, and a gasp left his vocalizer.

Prowl wasn't there.

Instantly, the saboteur jumped up and searched around the Med Bay.

"Prowl" Jazz called out, panic rushing through his body.

Where's Prowl…Ratchet said he was stable…but what if…

"Jazz…what's got you so riled up?!" came the gruff voice of the CMO. The black and white mech glanced over at the doorway to spot Ratchet standing there, hands on his hip plates.

"Prowl…where-" Jazz began, worriness in his voice. The red and white medic shuttered his optics off, then back on.

"He's fine Jazz. Left a couple of joors(hour) ago."

Jazz's panic and worriness faded away, but then something else replaced it. A slight pain twisted his spark.

Then the visored mech bowed his helm and muttered in a soft voice, "I guess it would be worst if I told him…" Ratchet caught some of the statement.

His optic ridge rose, and he asked, "Tell him what, Jazz?"

The saboteur inhaled a deep intake of air and replied, "Well…that I…I like Prowl. And now, I realize that he most likely doesn't like me back." The words left his vocalizer, and he stood there in silence afterward.

Maybe Ratch' will say it is a bad idea that I do…wonder what he will say?

That wasn't true. The medic was thinking the complete opposite.

So…I was correct Jazz does like Prowl…but he doubts Prowl will like him back…

"Jazz," that brought Jazz's helm up, "if you really like Prowl, then you should tell him." The saboteur stared at the medic, disbelief in his hidden optics.

"But, what if…" Jazz began, but Ratchet cut him off.

"Jazz, don't doubt yourself. Besides…'what if's' never stopped before." A smirk cracked its way on the medic's dental plates. Jazz managed to smile back.

It was true. Jazz never did 'what ifs', just 'what was'. Changes could easily be avoided.

"I guess…you're right Ratchet. I should tell him…" Confidence lined his voice, and all doubts disappeared.

The CMO nodded, and replied, "Well…get going then!" Jazz flashed a large smile and hurried out of the Med Bay.

He stood before the door once more, but this time confidence and nervousness clashed inside of him.

This is it…time for me to tell Prowl…

He took in a deep intake of air and exhaled it. Slowly, he raised his servo and knocked on the door. After knocking twice, a 'Come In' replied him. He cycled more air through his vents and pressed the keypad. The door hissed open, and jazz saw Prowl sitting behind his own desk. The saboteur slowly steeped in, and the door hissed shut behind him. It was then when Prowl finally looked up. The tactician's optics grew, and he quickly placed down the data pad.

"Jazz!" he began, but the saboteur cut him off. Jazz took a couple steps closer and cycled air through his vents.

"Prowl…I need to tell you something…" he inhaled a deep gush of air, "I…I really like you. More than just a friend, and I wanted to tell you…since you nearly died. I wouldn't have wanted to go on with knowing that I never got the chance to tell you." Jazz exhaled the air in his vents and bowed his head.

Here it comes…

"Jazz…"

Oh no…maybe this was a bad idea…

"I need to tell you something too."

The visored mech heard the doorwinged mech get up and walk around the desk. Soon, Prowl's pedes came into Jazz's field of vision.

"Jazz…I like you too. Have for a long time, but…I guess I just couldn't build up enough nerve to tell you."

Jazz's optics grew behind his visor, and he lifted his helm up to meet Prowl's optics.

"You…you do? You have?" the saboteur asked with a slight studded, and Prowl nodded. Then Jazz leaped forward and hugged the tactician tightly. At first, Prowl was in shock, then the shock faded away, and he hugged Jazz back. After embracing each other in a hug that seemed to last forever, Jazz pulled his helm back and rested his forehead on Prowl's forehead. A smile spread across his faceplates, which caused Prowl to smile as well.

They stood there together, and the 'Shadow of Doubt' never more spoke again.

And we are DONE!!! Took me a week to write…took me four weeks to type…WHERE IS THE LOGIC!?!?!?
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