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'Friendly' Persuasion	By : LadyStarscream Category: Transformers > G1 > Slash - M/M Views: 1991 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Transformers belongs to Hasbro, I'm just borrowing the charas long enough to write them! Also, I am not making any profit from these. It's just for fun . Also, many many thanks to LStarrunner who wrote a lot of the content in the later c

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Title: "Friendly" Persuasion Chapter Three: Repairs
Universe: G1
Category: Slash
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: swearing, implied slash, and a whole lot more picking on Prowl.
Pairings: Jazz/Prowl (relationship, established), references to Prowl/Soundwave.
Author’s Notes: here's chapter three.

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The road home had been a long and bumpy one. Or, at least it seemed to take forever. Jazz kept casting his scanners over to his right to see if he could still detect Prowl's consciousness inside Ratchet's vehicle mode. Sideswipe and Sunstreaker had since slid back to drive behind them. Ratchet sighed. "He'll be fine, if we can just get him back to base. The physical damage wasn't all that bad..."
Jazz replied with a growl of his powerful engine revving, the equivalent to an argumentive huff. The Porsche slid down a little lower on his tires depressedly. He gave his scanners a quick once-over of the ambulance and his cargo and sighed.

"How could I have let him down like that? I was supposed to get in, rescue Prowl, and vamoose. But no, I had ta go 'an get caught. I was lucky enough ta' hide out in one 'a the unused rooms nearby an' call for help." he thought.

His mind wandered back to Soundwave's expression. He hated to admit it where any of the other Autobots could hear him, but it felt pretty damn good, being able to get revenge on Soundwave. To give back even just a touch of what Soundwave had done to his bondmate! Jazz didn't even realize he'd revved his engine again, letting his imagination wander into thoughts of what he would do when he caught Soundwave alone again. Or any other one of the Decepticons, for that matter.

He 'glanced' (with his scanners) at Ratchet again. They finally reached the Ark. Ratchet headed off to the repairbay with Prowl, and Jazz followed. The medic and saboteur had gotten Prowl onto a repair table, and Sparkplug walked in. "Hey, Prime called. Said there was some kind of an emergency. He wouldn't say what..." he trailed off when he caught sight of Prowl and whistled. About the same time, wheeljack walked in. Jazz suddenly felt someone gently pushing him towards the door.

"Alright, you can leave now. We can handle this." Ratchet stated.

Jazz dug his heels in and turned around.

"Nuh-uh. I ain't leavin. He told me not ta leave him, and I aint." he stated flatly, folding his arms across his chest defiantly.

Ratchet folded his arms, also, as if saying "Oh yeah, well I can do that, too."

"I will call you as soon as he wakes up, but right now you're not doing any good for him, anyway." he stated.

Jazz still didn't move, but glanced over at the second-in-command, who Wheeljack was hovering over with auxiliary power lines and a handheld scanner .

"Don't make me call Prime. I'll have you dragged out of here if I have to. You're not doing anything but getting in my way, and I have to go repair your bondmate so he can come back to the land of the living instead of the scrap pile." Ratchet gave Jazz a steady look.

"Look, I know you're worried about him, but being here isn't going to do anything, he's not even awake to know you're here." he added in a softer tone.

Jazz simply looked over at the unconscious prowl with a puppy-dog look, and quietly walked out, throwing another glance over his shoulder as he exited. Once the doors had closed, Ratchet snapped into motion, getting out his repair tools.

"Wheeljack, make sure the front door is locked. I don't want any worried Autobots to come rushing in here while I'm trying to reroute his power supply wires."

"Sure."

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Outside the repairbay, Jazz debated on whether to sneak back in through Wheeljack's workshop, who's office, of sorts, was connected to Ratchet's office, which was connected to the repairbay. He glanced around the command room, and slipped silently out the door towards the outside entrance to Wheeljack's workshop...

As he walked outside along the side of the mountain, his mind wandered back to what had happened. He knew he shouldn't have walked away. Sure, it would have been hard to escape, but he was always good at getting out of impossible situations, wasn't he? He should have tried to rescue Prowl, instead of waiting and call for backup. Or maybe call for backup, then try to rescue Prowl?

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FLASHBACK:

The 'Stunticon' wandered down the halls, realising he was being followed.

"Hey, you."

Starscream.

Oh, this was just great.

"Breakdown" turned around, pretending to look offended. "what?" he snapped, hoping his facade wouldn't give out. Now would not be a good time for his hologram emitter to stop functioning.

"Just what are you doing here?" Starscream sneered, looming over the slightly shorter mech.

The Stunticon was about to reply when a piercing scream split the air.

One that made his fuel lines run cold.

He froze in place, as though the very sound had paralyzed him.

"That. was. Prowl." He thought.

Starscream smirked. "Oh, looks like they've gotten somewhere after all. And here I thought Megatron was just going to come up with another failed plan." The seeker kept rambling about Megatron having some stupid scheme to get the Ark's security codes and how it would fail. all the while 'Breakdown' was listening, every word adding a little fuel to that fire of anger welling up. If only Starscream knew what was going to happen to him about ten seconds from now.

The seeker suddenly noticed Breakdown was shaking. He lifted and optic ridge, stopping mid-sentence. "You never said what you were doing here in the first place." Starscream stated, chalky voice accusing.

"No, I didn't, did I?" Breakdown replied icily. Starscream blinked.

"Breakdown" hesitated. If Megatron, Starscream, and Soundwave were here in the temporary base, and given the area he'd have to cover to get out, and terrain outside he'd have to cover if he did rescue Prowl...

Starscream took a step towards him. If the seeker rearised Jazz had infiltrated their temporary base, disguised as one of the Stunticons, there'd be little chance of him even getting past Megatron to rescue Prowl, and he wasn't sure if he'd even be able to escape himself.

"I'd better... go..." The Stunticon mumbled something about having some maintenance work to do, or a squeak in his shocks or something, and went in the opposite direction down the hall, Starscream glaring after him suspiciously.

The disguised saboteur ducked into one of the small storage rooms and flipped on his radio. "If Soundwave's busy, he won't pick up on my signal." he thought.

He mentally smacked himself for what he had just thought, but tried to shove it out of his processor for the time being.

"Jazz to Autobot headquarters." he whispered.

"This is Prime, go ahead."

Something was wrong. Jazz could no longer feel the link between himself and Prowl. He had to get help here, and fast. He transmitted the coordinates, and the Autobots sped out of the Ark towards where the Decepticons were hiding.

Now, if he could only avoid Starscream until they got here...

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PRESENT MOMENT:

Ratchet looked up at the scanner display over the recharge berth, not even noticing as Jazz slid his unlocked office door open and slipped quietly into the shadows in the corner of the repairbay. Wheeljack looked over at Ratchet worriedly as he turned on the last emergency energy transfer unit. He looked carefully into Prowl's ripped-up chest. Soundwave had torn loose several important wires, including one that connected directly to his lasercore.

The wire was only hanging on by one of the several wires in the bundled cord.

He looked up at Ratchet. "Where do we start?" he questioned softly.

Ratchet glanced at the scanner readout. "We'll have to repair the worst of the damage first..." The scanner beeped, making the medic do a double-take.

"What's this?"

The scanner had been calibrated to go through the outer armor to show the wiring and circuitry, something like an X-ray would on a human.

Ratchet reached over and tapped a key, bringing up the view of the tactician's lower torso armor. He raised one optic ridge in interest.

Wheeljack was carefully trying to get the wire to Prowl's lasercore re-aligned, so he could secure it in place, and grabbed a fusing pen to secure it.

Ratchet scrutinized the scanner readout screen, and the two minute squares in Prowl's upper leg circuitry. He tapped the button on the control keyboard, zooming in a little more.

'Those aren't part of his anatomy.' he thought. He glanced at Wheeljack, who was sealing the wire in place, then carefully leaned in, extending a small pair of tweezers from his fingertips. He placed one hand on the unconscious Prowl's waist for support, and carefully reached into the space between Prowl's upper leg and lower torso armor...

Wheeljack almost jumped when Prowl's optics clicked on, and Ratchet hissed curses in Cybertronian under his breath as the 2CO cried out and tried to twist away.

"No! No more!... Please!"

Wheeljack pressed his weight on Prowl's shoulders to try to stop him from thrashing before he hurt himself, or ripped the wire Wheeljack had been working on completely loose.

Wheeljack looked down at him, headfins flashing a worried greenish as he spoke. "Prowl, calm down! you're safe now." he looked desperately over at Ratchet, over Prowl's semi-coherent cries. "Jazz, Jazz!" Prowl's air intakes sped up to desperate gasps.

"He said he wouldn't leave me!"

Ratchet swore audibly. They had to find a way to calm him down.

Prowl struggled against Wheeljack's grip, and tried to sit up, looking around desperately.

"JAZZ!"

Prowl knew it was all just an illusion. Soundwave was using to get into his head, but it had seemed so real! his rescue, his bondmate being there. Prowl knew it was illogical, but was it too much to hope that his bondmate had been there when he needed him the most?

"JAZZ WHERE ARE YOU!!!"

"I'm here."

Ratchet jumped at the sudden reply from directly behind him, and had to restrain himself from throwing the nearest object at the source of his startledness, out of instinct.

"Jazz?...Jazz!... where are you?"

Prowl looked around desperately, but paused when he caught sight of the other black and white..

Jazz quickly made his way to Prowl's side, and clasped his bondmate's hand in both of his own.

Prowl calmed down slightly, but was still shaking quite a bit, his doorwings quivered, creating a soft 'tap-tap-tap' sound on the repair berth underneath him. His optics dimmed slightly.

"You're here... is this real?" he nearly squeaked, sounding like he was almost afraid to ask.

"Yeah, it's real." Jazz answered. His voice was a near-whisper, almost as though admitting it aloud would make the black and white wake up from whatever dream he was in.

Prowl glanced from Prowl to Ratchet to Wheeljack, and winced slightly as Ratchet pressed the hypo-injector to the side of his neckplating.

Jazz glared as much as his visor would allow. "What the hell was that?" he asked flatly.

"It's just a mild sedative." Ratchet replied soothingly.

Prowl squeezed Jazz's hand.

"Don't leave me again!" he thought.

But he knew Jazz could no longer hear his thoughts.

Jazz just lowered his head over Prowl's so their helms touched.

He had heard, but couldn't reply.

He didn't know why, but something was blocking their link. And Jazz would have bet his lucky #4 it was Soundwave's doing.

Prowl's optics dimmed to an indigo shade. Jazz squeezed his hand again, and even though he was trying not to, his worry still showed in his voice, even though it was only a whisper. "I'm here for 'ya, baby. I promise."

A small smile wavered across Prowl's features, then he finally gave in to the drug, and fell into recharge...

Jazz gave Ratchet a glance. "So, I guess this means you're gonna let me stay after all?" he tried to give the CMO and easygoing smile.

Ratchet frowned back.

"You're just lucky you were here when he woke up. He's not going to again, unless he's repaired, though." the ambulance waited half a beat and looked at Wheeljack.

"He could have ripped the wire loose Wheeljack was working on and killed himself, Jazz. And your being here only made his reaction stronger! He heard you and got more agitated." Ratchet explained, looking over at one of the repairbay's walls annoyedly.

He knew the saboteur was only trying to help, but right now, they had vital repairs to do. And they couldn't do it with a very worried bondmate hovering over them the entire time. Ratchet looked back at Jazz with a decided expression.

Okay, so Jazz's presence here might have calmed Prowl down some. But it was still just as unnerving to see the normally unemotionally and logical tactician freaking out.

Ratchet sighed, and looked from Prowl to Jazz. "Look, we've got a lot more repairs to do. Why don't you go get some rest? he'll be asleep until morning anyway. There's nothing you could do to help anyway." Ratchet tried.

Jazz folded his arms and gave the 2CO a determined look.

Ratchet pointed out: "I know you care about him, but you can't be here and be awake for him when he wakes up if you haven't had any recharge and are sleepy."

"I'm staying." Jazz stated.

Ratchet glowered. "I can call Prime." He stated.

The Porsche didn't budge. "go ahead." he replied.

Wheeljack came up and put a hand on Jazz's shoulder.

"Look. You might as well go get some rest. Prowl aint gonna wake up for at least four hours. Just go get some rest, kay? We'll let you know as soon as repairs are finished, and you can be here when he wakes up, fully recharged, and ready to welcome him back into the land of the living, okay?" His earpanels flashed a pastel blue, indicating he was sincerely trying to help.

Jazz looked over at Prowl for a long minute, then sighed. 'I guess there's nothin' else I 'kin do for 'Im, is there?"

Wheeljack just placed a hand on his shoulder. 'like I said, we'll let you know."

Jazz nodded, and solemnly (and slowly) walked out, but not before casting one long, worried glance back at his bondmate. He didn't like being kicked out of the repairbay, but he knew if Ratchet had called Prime, he would have been banned from the repairbay longer than just four small hours. His shoulders sagged as he turned and walked out, heading for the commons room to get some energon.

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Author’s Notes: A/N: I didn't know how to add it in, but Ratchet did lock his office door, besides the repairbay doors after Jazz left

Also, I didn't know how else to kick him out, because it would have ended up with Prime being called, and I wasn't exactly sure how he would handle things. And I had to have Jazz elsewhere in the next scene, anyway.

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