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Miscommunications

Jazz watched carefully as Prowl did his usual morning routine. He rolled over as he watched his lover wander about their room, pulling out neatly folded clothing, quickly, but efficiently brushing out his hair, the works.

Right as Prowl said his good bye and was about to head out the door without even giving Jazz a second glance, Jazz sprung out of bed, grabbing the Second in Command's hand, effectively halting Prowl in his movements.

"What is it, Jazz?" Prowl questioned the Saboteur, eyes focused solely on his partner.

"Don't leave meh." Jazz bore a pleading look on his face.

"Why?"

The answer was a bit too quick for Jazz's liking. "Ah didn't mean ta be disloyal. Ah was drunk and she looked just like ya." Jazz pleaded.

Prowl had a shocked expression on his face for the briefest of moments. "What are you talking about?"

"Wait, ya didn't know about that?"

"No. Whom are you talking about?"

"Um… It's nothing."

"Jazz, you just said you were with someone else."

"It was a one time deal. Ah'll never see her again, Ah swear ta God!"

"Who was it?"

"Ah forgot her name."

"You don't remember?"

"Ah was too busy calling her Prowl. She was just as drunk as Ah was."

Prowl let out a sigh, shaking his head slightly in defeat. "We'll talk about this later. I need to go."

"But Prowlie, don't go!"

"Why not? I have things I need to get done."

"Who have ya been seeing?"

"What?"

"There's gotta be someone ya seeing. Ya can't just tell meh ya working all the time!"

Prowl thought for a few minutes, going over his entire schedule. "Optimus Prime?"

"What! Ya seeing the Prime?"

"I have meetings…"

"Is that the code for it now? What have ya been doing with him?"

"Going over reports."

"And what else?"

"My job. You know all about what I do on a regular basis seeing how you like letting yourself into my office, especially when you have work you should be doing."

"It's yer job tah be with him? What else does that entail? Are ya sleeping with him as well?"

"Wait. What are you talking about?"

"Yer having a relationship with our leader! How long has this been going on?"

A look of pure confusion appeared on Prowl's face. "Is that what this is about? You think I've been dating Optimus?"

"That what ya said!"

"No, he's our leader and I'm not only his Second in Command, but Head of the Tactical Department. Of course I'm going to have to talk to him."

"So ya mean yer not having some relationship with anyone?"

"Only one and that's with you."

Jazz grinned, a look of pure relief washing his worries away. "Then why don't ya sleep here much anymore?"

"Ratchet made the mistake of teaching me about a very unique item."

"Which is?"

"Coffee. It keeps me awake and I can get more work done."

"Ya mean ya got meh all worried about yer new habit of drinking coffee?"

"Apparently so."

"Wait, yer replacing meh with coffee?"

Author's Note: Prowl drinking coffee. He'll never sleep again, or at least until he passes out from sheer exhaustion, unless of course Jazz forces him out of his office, but that's a completely different matter all together, isn't it.