Title: True Friend
Chapter: We Sign Our Cards and Letters BFF
Pairing/Characters: Prowl, Jazz, mention of Ratchet, Wheejack, Sunstreaker, and Starscream
Verse: G1
Words: 761
Warnings: None
Summary: A series of one-shots outlining the friendship between our Autobot SIC and TIC. Not slash but if you wanted you can take it that way.
Notes: Based off of the song 'True Friend' by Hannah Montana.
Disclaimer: Do not own Tranformers, the song, or Hannah Montana.

Enjoy!

The soft noise of typing filled the office of Second in Command Officer, Prowl. The black and white Praxian was currently sitting on his chair, facing his personal console where he was working on a report that Optimus needed for his meeting with the mayor in two days. He had been working on it for a while now, he was sure he had missed his afternoon rations in favor of getting a segment of it done.

The battle that had taken place at the power planet had been a bit confusing. Wheeljack had brought a cart load of experiments to try and Prowl was trying to figure out which experiment did what and where it went off. He was having minimal luck without having to refer to almost every report from the Autobots that had been there.

His thoughts were interrupted when a small beep on his HUB alerted him to an incoming message. He opened it and found it was a speed text from Jazz.

'Heya Prowler!

Should Sunstreaker be in room 34B?

BFF, Jazz.'

…

BFF? What did that mean?

'Biological Fun Facts?', Prowl guessed absently as he brought up the room roster, as well as looking up the letters on the World Internet.

BFF = Best Friend Forever

Prowl blinked and stored the information for later as he turned his attention back to the roster.

Room 34B? Prowl sighed as he realized what room that was. It was where the three resident scientists, the medical staff, and Teletraan used to store spare parts and scrap metal. If Sunstreaker was risking his paintjob and vanity in that room then it meant Sideswipe had either persuaded him to join in on a prank, Sunstreaker was planning something of his own, or the front-liner had been given a job by Ratchet since he doubted that Wheeljack, Skyfire, or Perceptor could get the more burly twin to do anything for them.

He reached up and activated his comm. link to Ratchet.

-Ratchet here.-

-This is Prowl. Did you by any chance instruct Sunstreaker to fetch spare parts for you?-

-… No.- Ratchet growled over the comm. –Do you want me to head down there? That room is restricted!-

-Negative. Jazz is already there. Prowl out.-

Prowl entered a quick message telling Jazz to go ahead and question Sunstreaker and if he was indeed taking parts without permission then escort him into the brig for five joors. He signed it with a quick: SIC, Prowl.

A few days later Prowl appeared in the rec room for a rare trip for energon. Jazz had been sending him constant messages -always signed BFF at the end- about going to the get a refuel or he would threaten him with Ratchet. Let the wrath of the medic not be unleashed, Prowl had succumbed to the constant nagging and was now sitting alone at a table in the corner of the rec room, observing the mechs he worked so hard to take care of.

At least he had been, until the embodiment of cheerful exuberance plopped down beside him with the largest grin Prowl figured he could have on his face.

"Ah! Gotcha out of yer office, I see." He snickered.

Prowl rolled his optics, "Oh yes. Quite masterful." He held up a datapad that held the countless notes and texts Jazz had sent him. "These were very subtle indeed."

"All part of the plan Prowler." The saboteur chuckled leaning back and sipping at his cube. Prowl took the chance to take a draught from his own cube. As he expected Jazz launched into a story about what Sunstreaker had been planning to do with the spare parts, which Prowl had to admit was impressive; after all, who wouldn't be amused by a pink, yellow, and green Starscream replica? As Jazz finished the tale and began to start another Prowl politely interrupted,

"I apologize, Jazz, but I must get back to work." He pulled a datapad out of subspace as Jazz's face fell in disappointment. Handing it to the saboteur he said, "This is a report on the… accident in Wheeljack's lab."

Accident meaning explosion of course.

Jazz chuckled grabbing it and starting to scroll down the elegant script that Prowl always wrote in.

Prowl stood, recycling his empty cube and began to walk away as Jazz said with a slightly put out laugh, "From out friendly SIC, as always?" Prowl gave him a small smile and turned forward. Just as he walked out of the rec room doors he heard Jazz whoop in victory.

'BFF, Prowl.'

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