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(Inspired by a picture on Deviantart of Jazz and Prowl called 'Sweet Dreams Prowler'. I saw it and this has been mulling around in my brain for a while and I finally pulled it together and actually wrote it. Hope you like it!)

The sky was clear.

Stars glittered like flickering torches hung in the inky blackness of space.

A mech stood on a ridge just outside of his base gazing up at the twinkling lights that were like tiny sparks ready to be plucked from the curtain of night and placed in a newborn frame.

"We'll have to leave soon, or the window of opportunity will close" said another mech nearly twice the bot on the ridge's size stepped up behind him

"I know" came the soft sigh of intakes, azure visor staring, fixated onto the brightest star in the sky "When is Ratchet going to send them up?"

"The end of this orn. The Protectobots will be there to guard them" came the deep rumble from the Prime hands on his hip-plates "It'll be alright Jazz"

"We shouldn't be leaving them" the silver saboteur retorted "I didn't even agree to send him up"

"Sideswipe agreed and Ratchet himself approved" assured the larger Cybertronian softly "Ratchet does not have the resources or the time to repair them"

"Then let Megatron rot among the stars" declared the silver mech finally turning his furious blue gaze to that of his leaders "Let us repair and re-group"

"Megatron's troops will follow him Jazz. We need to get the Allspark before he does. This plan has not left us much time…" Optimus soothed softly "If we get back the Allspark we can repair them to what they once were"

"Ratchet blocked our bond" Jazz said kicking the ground "I don't like it"

"He had to silence his own and Sideswipe's as well" a black mech said materialising out of the gloom of night "they aren't enjoying it either kid"

Jazz gave a huff of his intakes before stomping back into the base, clearly agitated.

"They aren't happy about it Prime" the black armoured mech warned "Is it really a good idea to be doing this?"

"It will preserve them Ironhide" Optimus said looking down at his friend his face-plates contorted in sorrow "And I am unwilling to lose more of our friends"

"Let's just hope this goes according to plan" Ironhide grumbled whirling his cannons

-Jazz POV-

Jazz passed mechs he had served with for vorns in the corridor, giving a half hearted wave to Cliffjumper as he helped the recuperating Bumblebee into the Rec-room followed by most of the younger bots like the Arcee triplets and the annoying set of smaller twins.

He inclined his head to Noble mech, Mirage who was standing chatting to Hound, just outside of the Scout's quarters.

He entered the medbay quietly, spotting Ratchet at his desk swirling a cube of the last batch of high grade energon dejectedly "Not the same without Wheeljack rattling your cage about it, is it?" he asked making the mech jump to his pedes, iconic wrench in hand, the concentrated High grade tipping over; the contents spilling out of the cube pooling on the desk and then dribbling to the floor, a morbid mockery of the mech-fluids that was often scattered across the battlefields.

"Jazz" the Medic growled as he pulled out a rag to clean up the mess "I told you to go recharge"

The silver saboteur gave him a flat look making the medic sigh "Fine. You know where he is"

The TIC inclined his helm and strode off to the ICU chambers, passing other mechs that were still resting from their repairs. The door hissed as it reeled open revealing a dim room, illuminated an eerie blue by the lights within the ICU pods that lined the walls. The pods standing on end so that the mech suspended in them looked as if they were standing.

Three were currently in use. The screens that were wired into the wall giving off small whirrs and beeps as they kept the mechs inside alive; repair bots scrambling over the damaged frames, making odd little bubbles in the fluid that kept the mechs inside suspended.

The first contained a golden mech, Sunstreaker, Sideswipe's temperamental twin. The mech's face was framed by two exotic looking golden fins; the faceplate was serenely calm, though they looked unusual without the usual scowl that normally adorned it. A soft chirr made Jazz smile as he saw Sideswipe himself recharging in a spare chair, sitting back to front, the tips swordsmech's helm leaning against the clear view front of the ICU pod as it was supported on the back rest of the chair by Sideswipe's arms. The Head of Special Ops smiled warmly at the scene and picked up a thermal blanket that had obviously fallen off of the Swordsmech a while ago and replaced it on the silver twin before continuing on his way.

The Second pod had no visitor. It contained an odd lanky looking mech with colour indicators on either side of his helm; a blast mask covered the lower half of his faceplates from view. Wheeljack, Ratchet's Bondmate and Prime's Head Engineer, the reason that Ratchet was at his desk drinking the last of his rare, strong High Grade from the Golden Age to drown his sorrow before the mission that would take them into deep space to search for the Allspark.

In the Third was the mech he had come to see. A tall mostly white mech with scraps of ruby on his chest with gold and black scattered across his frame. A ruby chevron fractionally splintered off at one edge lanced upwards from his forehead crowning the once stoic features. Two elegant doorwings were spread from behind, on either side of the suspended mech's shoulders crawling with nano-bots that worked furiously to repair them.

"Hiya Prowl" Jazz whispered placing a four fingered servo on the view front "You gotta long journey ahead of ya. Optimus was talking with us at the Officer meeting about where the shuttle will go. You'll be pulling into orbit around some uncharted planet far away from here. As long as you're safe at the end of it mech, that'll be enough for me" The saboteur smiled softly "Bluestreak is going along as well, First Aid is still repairing him and the other medics aren't used to repairing Praxians. Another few mechs are going to as we still have a few with serious injuries thanks to the blast. So you'll be in good company when you wake up"

Jazz sighed and pulled over the chair that Ratchet had put out for him and carefully sat down so that he didn't awake the Swordsmech still recharging a few feet away. "Even though Ratchet had to block our bond to keep me in working order, you know I still love ya. I hope." Explained the Saboteur softly caressing the glass view front "Ratchet says we don't have time to do the intricate repairs the three of you need before our window of opportunity closes, and First Aid isn't experienced enough to perform the operation. So you are going to have to sleep for a few vorns until the ICU pods de-slag you, either that or we manage to find the Allspark before Megatron and we meet up with the shuttle that'll be keeping you and the others out of harm's way. Then I don't have to wait so long to get you back…"

Jazz offlined his optics and his hand became a fist upon the glass shielding him from his mate, his face-pates twisting into a grimace of grief. "Damn the Decepticons… damn that bomb... and damn you three for trying to deactivate it."

Pushing away from his chair Jazz pressed two fingers to his lip-plates and then gently touched the glass view front of the pod over Prowl's own face "I... I'm sorry...Sweet dreams Prowler"