Disclaimer: Nope don't own them, and not making any money off of it.

Notes: This is a sequel to Rain Dance. There are two versions. One that has a happy ending and one that is rather sad. I decided to go ahead and post both here. Let it Rain was done for the PxJ Anniversary Challenge on the LJ community.

Warning: Character Death, not descriptive.

Let it Rain

Prowl leaned back into Jazz's arms, the pain of the wound across his chestplates numbing and fading away as Ratchets sedative began to work. He could vaguely hear his mate's voice in his audio, whispering soft words of love and comfort. The sounds of the battle died away in the background as the 'cons were forced to retreat once more. Almost distractedly he became aware of a soft pinging against his armor and a dampness that had nothing to do with Jazz's tears.

Pulling as much of his processor out of the fog that seemed to drag him down as he could, he focused on the wet feeling pooling on his doorwings. His mind working far slower then normal from lack of energon, he finally realized that it was starting to rain. He smiled softly for the rain held a special meaning to him. He spoke, not noticing that he cut into the endless litany of meaningless words flowing from Jazz.

"Jazz, Its raining." His voice was soft, barely a whisper. But he knew Jazz had heard.

"Let it rain, my love, let it rain." Jazz pulled him closer and kissed his helm softly. It was the last thing Prowl was aware of as he slipped into the sedative induced recharge.

The memory faded and Prowl found himself back in his office. He slumped forward, burying his face into his arms. That memory had been centuries ago and had grown slightly fuzzy with time, but he could still feel Jazz's arms around him and hear the soft pinging of rain against their armor. And he could still remember the tired look of relief on his loves face when he had finally been allowed to wake back up. It had been far too long since he had felt Jazz's arms or the rain, and he dearly missed both.

The war had been over for centuries. Jazz's final mission had ended it. The decepticons had stepped up their attacks. Drawing not only the autobots into battles, but the humans as well. The loss of life began to mount on both sides and Optimus Prime realized a stop had to be put to it. He had sent a single mech deep into the enemies den with the orders to assassinate its leaders.

It had been successful. The war ended within days, the 'cons scattering without a leader to guide them. And while the rest of the autobots celebrated, Prowl waited for his mates return. When Jazz failed to return, they sent a team to his last known location. The team had returned empty handed. No one had seen or heard the mech. What few decepticons remained in the area swore they had never even known Jazz had been there until they located the grey frames of their leaders.

With there no longer being a need for the autobots to protect the humans, it slowly became apparent that there simply wasn't the room or resources on Earth to support both races. So the autobots returned to Cybertron taking a reluctant Prowl with them. Prowl had argued, fought and pleaded to remain behind, certain that he could find Jazz. But it was to no avail. The Prime refused to leave him behind and gave Prowl orders to assist in the rebuilding of their planet.

But Cybertron itself was a shattered planet. And after a century of trying to bring it back to life, the autobots were forced to admit it was a lost cause. As a result, they were forced to abandon the home they had once known. They took what they could salvage and left their world behind. Returning to Earth was impossible, so a team led by Prowl went out ahead of the rest in order to search for a planet that could meet their needs. It was a journey that had taken them centuries. Most planets already supported life or was incompatible with their own.

Finally they had found one. A beautiful silver and blue planet that hosted a unique combination of organic materials and metals. The planets atmosphere would have been toxic to humans, but held just enough oxygen to cool the Cybertronians internal systems. The planets system included

a bright sun that took a little getting used to and an asteroid field that the bots were able to harvest for building metals. It was far enough away from other lifeforms that they would not be bothered.

A temporary base had been built for the bots to stay in while plans for the planet were made. It was here, in this base that Prowl spent all his time. He worked more then he had when the war had been going on. He never stepped foot outside. Never once took a look at the planet that was now home. Few bots risked his temper in order to talk with him.

A knock sounded at the door and before he could tell them to go away, both Sunstreaker and Sideswipe pushed their way inside. Prowl let out a low growl of irritation, in no mood to deal with the twins at the moment. They were two of the few that still sought him out, and there was nothing he could do to chase them away. If he yelled at them, they yelled back. If he stuck them in the brig, they got Ratchet or Optimus Prime to let them out and were soon back. If he struck out at them, they simply endured it. If he hid from them, they found him.

But more often then not, they were what kept him sane these days. There had been times in the past that he had given up hope of everything, tempted far too many times to simply fade away. But the twins were always there to bring him back, even if they weren't aware of it. And he wasn't sure if he should hate them or be grateful. For Prowl, life without Jazz was merely an existence. A very painful one at that.

Facing the twins, Prowl scowled. "What do you want this time?"

Sunstreaker scowled back and crossed his arms while Sideswipe gave a small smile before responding. "We are going out to explore the planet and thought you might like to come with us."

Prowl was already shaking his head before the red bot was finished talking. "No thank you. I have no wish to see this planet."

"Prowl-" Sideswipe sighed as he saw the stubborn look cross his commanders faceplates. Turning, he and his brother made their way to the door. Once there, Sunstreaker paused and turned back.

"Fine, have it your way. But there is a storm incoming and it is expected to rain." Upon saying that, Sunstreaker followed his twin out of the room.

Prowl returned to his work, content to be left alone finally. But the twins last words kept coming back, and the promise of rain slowly lured him outside. He ignored the looks cast at him by the other autobots as he left the building. Before this, he had never once stepped out in to the world they now called home, and many mechs had believed that he never would. Recognizing his frame instantly, the bots watched as he slowly made his way toward the exit, his wings held high and proud on his back. Only a few, those closest to him, would have noticed the strain those wings were under.

Once outside, his gaze instantly went to the sky. Dark clouds gathered on the horizon and made their way towards him. Nearby, mining shuttles from the asteroid field hurried to land before the storm started.

He transformed and drove off base, noting as he did that many of his fellow bots had reverted back to their hover forms. He had not done so as he had not seen the point in exploring this world, and its bumpy landscape was rather rough on his undercarriage. Gravel and rocks bounced up to bite into his frame. He winced mentally, more concerned with what Ratchet would have to say then the actual pain it was causing. He scanned the nearby area and finding what he was looking for he moved towards a small hill nearby. From there he would be alone to watch the storm come.

The rain held special meaning for him, and there were few that understood why. The twins, Prime and Ratchet were probably the only ones left that did. For Prowl, the rain wasn't about the nourishment it gave the planet. It wasn't about the power or darkened beauty a storm could bring with it. And it was never, ever about the fear an intense storm could portray. For Prowl, the promise of rain meant that he would be closer to the only one that had ever captured his spark.

The rain had been present the first night he had dared approach his love. It was that same night he had first kissed Jazz. It had been there the day Jazz had first told him that he loved him. And there were many, many nights that he could recall simply being curled in Jazz's arms, listening to the soft pitter-patter of rain against the Arks hull.

Sideswipe watched Prowl slowly leave the building, heaving a soft sigh he turned towards his brother. "I really thought he would have gotten over Jazz by now. I mean its been centuries."

Sunstreaker pushed away from the wall he had been leaning against and headed down the hall towards their quarters with Sideswipe trailing behind.

"Its not always that simple, Sides. Sometimes even an unbonded spark can love another so deeply that it doesn't matter if they were never bonded. And losing that kind of love would be impossible to recover from."

The two continued to their quarters in silence. As they passed through the doors though, Sunstreaker turned towards his brother, his face carrying a concerned look.

"Do you know what worries me the most, Sides?"

Startled, Sideswipe stared at his brother, unable to remember ever hearing his brother say he was worried before. "What?"

"That one day we will only find Prowls greyed frame."

"You think he would offline himself?"

Sunstreaker sighed and shook his head. "No, he would never defile Jazz's memory in that regard. But its possible for his spark to simply give up if he decides there's nothing holding him here anymore."

Sideswipes mouth opened and closed, for once uncertain of what he should say. Silence filled the room for a few moments before Sideswipe finally spoke up, his voice was low and had a quality to it that Sunstreaker could not remember ever hearing before.

"Maybe it would be for the best, Sunny. I mean Prowl is in pain every single day. It seems a little selfish of us."

Sunstreaker stared at him, unable to think of a response. The twins fell into an uncomfortable silence after that, each thinking about what Sideswipe had said.

A large boulder had been placed on the hill, no doubt with the intention of being a seat from which to watch sunsets. Prowl settled instead at the base of the boulder, leaning back against it with his doorwings on either side. Taking a deep breath he inhaled the scent of the looming storm before reaching into his subspace and retrieving a small object. He cradled the golden shard of glass in his palm gently, almost reverently. It was old and so very fragile that with the barest amount of pressure it could turn to dust. It was a fragment of a much larger piece. A vase that once held more then just memories. As it lay in his hand, a soft gust of wind blew across it to carry the faded scent of roses to his olfactory sensors. Closing his optics, Prowl allowed himself to be drawn back into the memories the scent provoked.

"Jazz, please..." Prowl stared at his love with pleading optics. "It's too dangerous."

"I have to. This war has gone on long enough as it is. If there's a chance I can end it, I have to take it." Jazz leaned against Prowls chestplates and wrapped his arms around the bot tightly.

Prowl closed his optics and buried his helm against Jazz's neck, his own arms coming up to encircle the other just as tightly as he was being held. With his voice muffled against Jazz's frame, he whispered softly into the others audio. "I love you, Promise to come back?"

"Always." Jazz leaned back just far enough so that he could capture Prowls lips in a soft but desperate kiss. Holding the kiss for a long time, he did his best to memorize everything about Prowl that he loved. Finally and reluctantly he ended the kiss and leaned his helm against Prowls."I love you too."

Prowl pulled away and moved to the desk sitting in the corner. Jazz watched in curiosity as Prowl retrieved something and made his way back to him. He extended his hand and Jazz stared in confusion as Prowl held the metal rose out for him to take.

"Prowl, Wha-" He extended a finger and lightly brushed it over the rose, smiling as it opened all the way.

"I want you to take it with you, Jazz."

"But I gave it to you." Confusion returned to his faceplates, and a sudden worry that Prowl didn't want him anymore because of this mission.

"And you can give it back to me when you return. It'll bring you luck." Prowl smiled softly as Jazz took the rose and placed it in his subspace. When the bot was done, Prowl instantly pulled the mech back into his arms for another kiss.

"Ill always return to you, one way or another."

Those last words echoed through Prowls processor a week later as a furious anger and a sense of betrayal flooded through him. Jazz had lied, he had not returned. With his spark pulsing hard, Prowl slammed a fist into the door that the Prime had just exited. The pain in his hand only served to fuel his anger and Prowl began to systematically tear apart thei- his quarters.

Reaching his desk, he began to grab things from it and throw them against the wall. Too late did he realize he held the golden vase in his fist. The sound of breaking glass jerked him out of the fog surrounding his processor and he knelt next to the broken shards of glass. Sadness and loss rushed into fill the space that had held anger and betrayal only moments before.

He gently picked up a fragment of glass and touched it almost reverently. As he did, the soft fragrance of roses drifted up to greet him. The pain his spark flooded over to fill every part of him and he knelt there for a very long time,mourning. And yet, through all the pain, a part of him refused to completely believe he would never see Jazz again.

Opening his optics, he stared at the wall of rain slowly working its way across the valley below. It would be here within moments, and as it neared, Prowl could almost feel Jazz's presence. It was almost like coming home. And a feeling of belonging that he hadn't felt in centuries fell over him. And he finally understood. Jazz was not gone, but simply waiting for him.

Touching the glass shard gently, he sent out a signal to activate the computer his quarters. He then initiated a program that had been designed centuries ago and regularly updated since then. It was designed to send out pre-written messages to his friends. One was to the twins, thanking them for all they had done for him, and asking them not to blame themselves. Another was meant for the Prime. No explanations, because Prowl didn't really think it was needed, but it did carry a sparkfelt thanks for the leader as well as a list of candidates to take over the SIC's position. Sunstreaker was on that list because Prowl felt he could make a good choice. The bot had changed a lot since the end of the war. And while they were not at war anymore, Prowl knew that a military section would be kept to protect their new home.

A bright flash of silver lightening lit the sky followed closely by the loud crash of thunder. Rain began to fall softly on Prowls armor and he smiled as he felt what could only be Jazz wrap around him. And for the first time since he had lost Jazz, he was happy.

"It's raining, Jazz" The words were whispered, barely audible above the storm.

Prowl relaxed slowly, the hand holding the piece of vase lowering to lay in his lap. Warmth surrounded him and hugged him tightly as his spark began to fade. A single rain drop hit the glass shard and it crumbled to dust. Wind that had been swirling around him caught the golden dust from a greying hand and scattered it into the sky, carrying the scent of roses with it.

"Let it rain, my love, let it rain."