Not long after Prowls death, I followed.

Everyone started to notice the difference in me. No more music, no more friendly chatter, no more dancing, no more anything... me. Blaster was at a complete loss as to what to do.

I had stopped refuelling properly, and when I did it was just a sip before I handed it over to Bumblebee who needed it much more than I did.

Ratchet had tried to get me to take in more, going as far as to confine me to medbay and put me on an energon drip, but as soon as I was out again, despite very real threats and promises of pain and wrenches, I still didn't care. In my eyes, I deserved it.

Prowl deserved someone so much better than me.

The Well wasn't what I expected, really. I had expected to spend eternity burning in the Pits.

The Well was a blinding white, and the humans weren't too far off with their description of heaven. I felt light, almost weightless, and when I looked down I still had my frame. It was weird, really, but I guess there had to be something for our sparks to do before they returned to the living.

While any normal mech would go enjoy the views and pay Primus a visit, I had other ideas.

I had to find Prowl.

I was getting weird looks, sprinting around and shouting Prowls name. Even when my legs felt like lead and I could barely move them, my throat sore and hoarse from the constant abuse, I still kept on going.

I had to find him.

I was nearly dragging myself along the floor when I finally found him. I could barely even speak, but I had to hear him again. He was sitting down, his back was facing me, and he was looking out over a beautiful vista.

"Prowl?"

His doorwings shot up into a 'v' shape, but he didn't turn around.

Please look at me. Please...

"Prowler please..."

My voice burst out into static towards the end. He still didn't turn around. I felt the all too familiar feeling of coolant welling up in my optics, and I thunked my helm against the floor.

I should have known. Prowl was private. His trust was not easily earned, and if you broke it once you never got it again – no exceptions. I had completely torn his spark out and shattered it in front of his face.

He must completely and utterly hate me.

I didn't blame him. I hated me too.

I must have looked so undignified, lying on the floor crying. I attempted to pick myself up, face-planting in the process, before I was finally standing up on two pedes. My first steps were shaky, but step by step I slowly made my way towards Prowl.

While I was trying to find him, someone had stopped me and told me it was useless. That Prowl was bitter, sour, and that there was no point to seek him out as he would send you away before you'd even got a word out. I hoped that this was a different Prowl.

I eventually made it next to Prowl and I collapsed next to him, intaking heavily. Being as light as a feather isn't all it's cracked up to be. His doorwings were still in a 'v' shape, pulled taught and quivering slightly from the strain of keeping them that way.

"Prowler-"

"Jazz." He hissed. I leaned back slightly. I'd never heard him hiss like that before, even towards a decepticon. I bit my bottom lip. What had I done...?!

"Ah know this ain't gonna cut it but-"

"Don't. It's useless."

"Please just let meh expla-"

"So now you'd like to talk about it?"

"Prowler please just let meh!"

"Why should I?"

"'Cause Ah'm a coward! Ah was too scared to say it while Ah could!"

"Never would have guessed there was something you were too scared to say."

I glared at him, coolant still running down my face and vents hiccupping. "Ah loved ya, Prowl. Ah'd do anything ta get ya back. Ah wanted ta have ya forever, not lose ya."

He was glaring back at me, and he looked angry. Not furious, just angry. While I was glad to at least see his face again, it was scaring me.

"Don't" He growled, "Don't say that. Don't lie to me."

"Ah'm not lying!"

"You expect me to believe that when the moment you stepped foot from my office you went off and fragged another mech-"

"Ah wasn't fraggin' anyone!"

"Leave." He snarled, whacking his head away so he didn't see any of me at all. When he didn't hear me move, he shouted it.

"Ah can't feel my legs." I meekly admitted. Trying to find him had taken more out of me than I'd thought. He growled, jumping off the ledge he was sat on and transforming, speeding away from me. It took a moment to register what had happened before I slowly sunk down and lay on the edge, sobbing and keening.

I'd royally fragged up and I couldn't even try to fix it anymore. I'd told him how I felt about him and he still wasn't interested.

I didn't see a way to fix this one. There wasn't anything I could think to do. I couldn't go after him, as the rest of my body was refusing to move. He wouldn't hear me screaming his name if I tried, and if he'd even come back was a gamble. Before I knew it, I had ended up crying myself to sleep.

When I woke back up again, I could feel something moving. I slowly onlined my optics and looked around.

Prowl.

Prowl had come back, and he was curled around me, arm wrapped tightly around me so I couldn't get away. He was mumbling something in my audial. I couldn't understand him, but I didn't care. He came back.

I snuggled up closer to him, nuzzling his chassis. As I was wrapping my arms around his midsection, what he was saying suddenly became clearer. He was repeatedly apologising to me.

"I'm sorry; I shouldn't have said any of that to you."

"It's okay, Ah deserved it."

"But you didn't-"

"Prowler, shush. Just accept it was my fault. I'm admittin' to it for once! Ya should be celebratin'!"

Prowl snorted, stifling his laughter in Jazz's helm. Jazz grinned. This felt great. He never knew he would miss this so much.

Jazz gently pulled one of Prowls hands away from him and linked their fingers together. "Ah love ya, Prowler."

"I love you too, Jazz."

They say that the pain from your spark splitting from your carriers is the pain from a spark being taken from The Well.

They also say that those who become your friends are people who have the sparks of those you were once friends with in your past life.

When I first attended the academy, a new one set up after the great war, I met someone there who no matter what I did, I always felt my spark tug me towards them. When I confided with my creators about this, they told me to bite the bullet and follow the pull.

So I did.

Millions of vorns later, I still don't regret it. We had bonded. When they died, I followed with them. We entered the well together and continued the cycle together, knowing that no matter what we'd be reunited again.

Got rid of the last sentence because whenever I read it I cringe like bleh eugh no

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