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"How long has Jazz been in Prowl's quarters now?" asked Smokescreen as he lounged in the Rec-Room trashing Wheeljack at a game of Go Fish, wearily eyeing Bluestreak and Sunstreaker relaxing by the TV together.

"About an Orn" The engineer snickered fanning his cards "Prowl came in here a few hours ago, collected two cubes and went back to his quarters, Poor Jazz"

"You mean lucky Jazz" Smokescreen snorted "Fragger is probably getting interfaced into the floor"

"Jealous Smokey?" Bluestreak asked sticking out his glossa at his elder sibling

"Just waiting for the right mech or femme Blue" the gambler replied with a cheeky grin both looking up as Jazz finally stumbled into the room. "Looks like somebody traded quite a lot of paint" the yellow chevroned mech laughed at the large and numerous streaks of white over Jazz's black pelvic armour.

"I can't walk straight" Jazz grumbled as he swayed towards a seat "But frag, if the mech isn't Primus himself in the berth"

"Eww." Bluestreak whined clamping his hands over his audios "Too much info!"

"Ha!" Smokescreen laughed turning towards a smug looking Wheeljack "Looks like me and you cashed in 'Jack"

"Good" the engineer grinned "Sorry Jazz, but I've had experience with Prowl's interface partner stumbling into the medbay in the old base way before you joined."

"Coulda warned me" the Saboteur replied "Never knew a mech that emotionless in his day job could be that kinky"

"I'm going before I need to clean out my processor" Bluestreak groaned, Sunstreaker looking up from his sketching pad and giving them odd looks before going back to his activity. "I'll see you tomorrow Smokey"

"Sure, see ya Blue!" Smokescreen called after his little brother waving his fan of cards before half heartedly beating Wheeljack at another round of Go Fish "So Jazz, you going to keep seeing my bro or what?" he asked in a whisper so that the gossipers couldn't hear.

"Pit yeah" came the reply "Prowlers mine"

-Communcations Room - Night Shift-

"So Jazz was telling me that you're his now" Smokescreen smiled at his elder brother flicking his wings in a teasing gesture as they sat in the Communication Room waiting for the shift change, the two Praxians the only mechs in the room at this hour at night.

"Yes" replied Prowl crisply flicking an amused gesture right back "I never knew he could bend that much, he's definitely a keeper"

"I sense a Bonding Ceremony" the younger mech snickered swiping his doorwings out of Prowl's reach as he tried to give one a punishing tug

"No betting or do you want to have a vacation in the brig again?" the SIC grumbled back settling for swatting his brother on the arm as the Comunications Room's door hissed open permitting Bluestreak and Sunstreaker inside. "Ahh, our victim has arrived"

"Play nice brother" Smokescreen chuckled louder so that Sunstreaker could hear them "So who you wanting to get our permission to court Blue?"

Both Praxians swivelled in their chairs to a horrified Sunstreaker and a hopeful looking Bluestreak. "Well, Well" Prowl smiled evilly feigning surprise "Hello Sunstreaker"

"You have got to be kidding me" the gold twin squeaked as Prowl, looking like a villain from one of Sideswipe's comics, sat leaning against the back of his chair his elbows leaning on the rests and his fingers supporting his helm, a creepy smile on his faceplate

"No joke Sunny" Smokescreen grinned crossing his legs and leaning on his raised servos by his helm. "Little Blue is our dear baby brother, as tradition indicates; Bluestreak has to show his suitor off to his older family members."

"I really should have seen this coming" the twin groaned in his chair "I'm not going to be allowed to court him am I?"

"I never said that" Prowl said tilting his helm with a Cheshire grin "As long as you don't break my little brother's spark I won't have to draw and quarter you with Ratchet's micro-surgery scalpel"

"I don't think that's possible Prowl" Smokescreen stage whispered as Bluestreak gave them both a delighted look before hugging the golden frontliner who was looking a bit ill at the mental image of Prowl drawing and quartering him with a tiny scalpel.

"Not the way I'm imagining it. And the way I'm visualising it, it is very possible" the black and white datsun smiled back before inclining his helm at his youngest sibling and his suitor "Sunstreaker. You have my permission to court Bluestreak"

"You have mine too" Smokescreen chimed in with a grin before both older Praxians swivelled back to the blinking control panels as if the conversation had never happened.

The resulting processor crash had Bluestreak and an annoyed Smokescreen dragging the frontliner down the corridors of the ARK to the medbay.

Red Alert cackled hysterically at the security footage, accidently waking the snoozing Inferno who gave the usually paranoid Security Director a glare before ignoring his Bondmate and returning to his recharge.

-The Next Day-

"What do you mean you can't be bothered?" Optimus asked incredulously across the secure communication line

"Like I said Prime" Megatron drawled "I'm all out of ideas for this month's diabolical plan and Starscream is too busy pining after that giant scientist shuttle to come up with anything suitable that I can pass off as my own. Most of his plans include somehow kidnapping Skyfire and convincing him to come over to the Decepticon faction."

"But… But…" the Prime flailed "You can't do that!"

"You done it to me last month Prime" the grey gun-former growled back

"But that wasn't my decision" Optimus snapped in return "Prowl took it out of my servos plus he traumatised half the crew when he fragged Jazz so hard he couldn't walk properly for a week no matter how many times he tried to defrag his equilibrium chip"

"Prime… I didn't need the mental image" Megatron replied shaking his head of the suggestive material that was now bouncing around in his processor. Suddenly the War Lord shuddered and his optics dimmed.

"Megatron?" asked Optimus curiously as Soundwave appeared on screen

"Situation: Megatron Has Had A Processor Crash.

Cause: Mental Imaging Of Autobot SIC and Autobot TIC Interfacing.

Action: Shutting Off View Screen And Suggesting We See You All Next Month" the mech droned before the screen hissed with static and went dark

"uhh…" the Prime stared before shaking his helm bfore turning on his heel and leaving the Communications Room "I need a Prowl Shot. The buzz might do me good…"