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Always With You	By : shozurei24 Category: Transformers > G1 > Slash - M/M Views: 3225 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"Jetstream, is that you? How? You're supposed to be dead!"

"Ooh! I guess I'm a ghost then… a spook. BOO!" Jetstream cracked up laughing, sitting down on the berth and hugging Jazz. "I'm not dead. What the heck are you dreaming about?" he asked, gently tapping the side of Jazz's helmet.

"It really is you…" Jazz murmured, beginning to tear up. "Jetstream!" He threw his arms around the flier's neck, sobbing.

"O-of course it's me Jazz. Aw, come on, don't cry…" Jetstream said, wrapping his arms around the Porsche lovingly.

"Sorry Jet," Jazz sniffed. "I just had the strangest dream. You were dead, and a bunch of us were on another planet. I was bonded to a mech named Prowl and we had a sparkling together. But he got jealous of you, even though you were dead, and we got into a fight."

"Wow Jazz. You must have had some whacked-out energon!" Jetstream laughed, pulling Jazz into his lap. "That sounds like one bad dream."

"Not at first," Jazz said. "That Prowl guy was really sweet. And so smart. I really liked him."

"Eh, I didn't mean him," Jet said, waving a servo dismissively. "I was talking about me being without you. You know I would never leave you." He smiled and kissed Jazz's forehead.

"Are you really here Jetstream? I'm not just dreaming this?"

Jetstream smiled warmly with a small sigh. "Oh Jazzy."

"Jetstream," Jazz murmured.

The flier slid his arms around Jazz and held him close, kissing his neck.

"Jet… I don't know what's real anymore…"

Jetstream's smile faded a bit as he titled Jazz's chin.

"Jet? You look sad," Jazz said, sliding his arms around Jet's waist and snuggling close.

"Jazz… I should tell you something before this goes too far. I don't want to upset you."

"What is it? What's wrong Jet?"

"What if… what if this was just a dream?"

"Jet… don't…" Jazz said, pulling away with a frown. "I don't want to know."

"Alright love," Jetstream said, nuzzling Jazz soothingly. "But tell me something. About this Prowl…"

"What about him?" the Porsche asked suspiciously. "You're not going to get jealous over someone I dreamt, are you?"

"No love," Jet laughed. "I was just wondering where he came from."

"Came from? He was an Autobot. He came from the same place we did."

"Oh, I knew that! His name just reminds me of something crawling around on the ground. You know, like something on the 'prowl?'" Jetstream laughed. "Like a ninja or something."

Jazz chuckled and shook his head. "No, he wasn't a ninja. He was a tactician."

"Oh. Well, a ninja would have been awesome. Then maybe I'd be a bit jealous of his mad skills," Jetstream smiled. He held Jazz close, pressing their foreheads together. "So tell me more about this dream love."

"Well, like I said, we were on another planet. The people there were these tiny little things, not even made of metal."

"N-not made of metal! How did they even survive? They must have been like… aliens or something!"

Jazz rolled his optics behind his visor. "That's what other planet means Jet. Anyway, I was bonded to this Prowl guy, and it was really nice. He was so sweet and loving. And the sparkling was an angel, this absolutely adorable little femme."

"He seems like a nice guy. So what happened love?"

"We were talking and I mentioned you. Then he started getting jealous. He even said I didn't really love him, it was awful."

"What did you say about me? A simple mentioning of someone shouldn't cause that sort of fight. That's just silly."

"Well, we were cuddling and Prowl said he'd give his life for me," Jazz told the flier. "I freaked out a little. I begged him not to and told him about you. That that was how you had died."

"Was that all?" Jetstream asked incredulously. "Or did you start talking about me more?"

"The next day Prowl asked a few questions about you and I answered them. That's about when he started acting strange. Then later, when I was feeding the sparkling, he found an old photo of you. He walked straight out the door, and when I ran after him he started yelling at me."

"Well… maybe he got really jealous. Maybe his anger wasn't so much directed at you, but more towards me," Jet suggested. "Even though I wasn't there. If you spoke highly of me, he may have felt like he was inferior. That he's no good or something."

"You're probably right," Jazz agreed. "But it's not true. He was amazing."

"Thing about it from his point of view," Jetstream said. "And… maybe he was having a bad day and got even more angered because of it?"

"I know," the Porsche sighed. "But what does it matter anyway? It was just a dumb dream. You're here, NOT dead, and we're together. Things are great."

"You wouldn't want to make things better with him? Maybe you'll have another dream like that. You don't want him still mad, do you?"

"It was a dream Jet. It wasn't real… wasn't it?"

"I don't know love. What if it wasn't?" Jet asked, holding Jazz close and rubbing his ear. "You don't want him to still be upset, do you? I'm just saying, maybe it was real love."

Jazz sighed, putting his face in his servos. "This is the dream. You still being here… it's the dream…"

"Jazz… I love you. I honestly do…" Jetstream murmured, kissing Jazz's cheek "As much as I hate to admit it, I died for a reason. Only Primus can know why. But Prowl is there so you can move on, continue to live happily."

"Slag," Jazz groaned. "Jet. What am I going to do? Prowl's so important to me. I don't know how to fix this."

"Well Jazzy, if he's anything like me, he's more angry at himself than you right now."

Jazz smiled softly. "Do you really think I can fix things with Prowl? I can't be alone again. I just can't."

"Love, I know you can fix it," Jet grinned. "Mention your sparkling. Primus knows you can't have a sparkling without true love between the bond. Let Prowl know that he's needed."

"You're right. Thank you Jet. I love you," Jazz said, leaning forward to kiss Jetstream passionately.

Jetstream smiled and kissed back lovingly, holding the Porsche tight. "You're welcome love," he murmured. "And if that doesn't work, I'll haunt him in his dreams." Jetstream smirked seductively. "I'll be on the prowl for Prowl!"

Jazz smiled fondly and kissed Jetstream one last time before snuggling deep in the flier's embrace and falling asleep. He woke up and looked around to find himself back on Earth. Lunar was gazing at him curiously from her crib.

Jazz insisted.

Prowl sighed heavily.

Jazz scooped Lunar up and rapidly left the base. After a few minutes of walking, he spotted Prowl sitting on a rock and staring at the ground morosely.

"Prowler honey…" Jazz started, putting a servo on the Datsun's shoulder. "I have to know something. Are you gonna leave me?"

The Datsun stared at the ground for a few more minutes, then glanced up. His optics met Lunar's, the little femme clinging to Jazz, and his expression softened.

"Please answer me. Prowler, I love you. I need you. But if you really want to leave…" Jazz removed his servo and took a step back. "I won't stop you."

Prowl fell to his knees and wrapped his arms around Jazz's waist, resting his forehead on the Porsche's stomach. "Babe…"

"Oh Prowl," Jazz whispered, bending down to kiss his mate's ear.

Prowl frowned sadly, a tear falling from his optic. "I couldn't leave you if I tried," he breathed.

"You don't know how happy I am to hear you say that. I was so afraid I'd lost you."

"I was being stupid," Prowl muttered. "Letting my emotions get the better of me."

"You weren't being stupid," Jazz said, trying to comfort his mate.

Prowl's door-wings sagged. "I yelled at you."

"You were upset. It's alright."

"It's not alright," Prowl said, looking up at his mate.

"Prowler honey…" Jazz murmured, kneeling down to look the Datsun in the optics. "Don't be sad. It's ok, really. I love you Prowl, and you love me. That's all that really matters."

Prowl's ears fell back and he leaned forward to gently kiss Jazz's lips. "I'm just having a bad day," he said softly. "I couldn't sleep last night and I drank high-grade to try to help. Then this morning I woke up feeling like crap… and I took the Jetstream thing the wrong way and…"

"Ssh, ssh. It's ok honey. Everything's gonna be all right," Jazz whispered, rubbing their noses together.

"How can I ask you to forgive me?" Prowl whimpered.

"I already have. I love you so much."

Prowl purred lovingly, wrapping his arms around the Porsche's shoulders. He smiled as he felt Jazz's love and acceptance flowing through the bond. Sandwiched between them, Lunar chirped happily and waved her arms. Jazz chuckled and tickled his daughter while Prowl kissed her nose, causing her to giggle harder and squirm.

Jazz stood up and stretched, Lunar nestled in the crook of his arm. "Come on. Let's go back ins-" he started before getting cut off by the Ark's alarm suddenly blaring. "Something's happened."

Prowl quickly stood and maneuvered his mate inside. "The Decepticons?"

"Only one way to find out," Jazz remarked as he headed for the control room, followed closely by his mate.

They entered the control room to find the rest of the officers already there, along with a good amount of the other bots. Most of them were muttering amongst themselves, and they all were at Teletran's main screen. The computer was displaying tracked Decepticon signals, which were alarmingly close.

"What's going on?" Jazz asked.

Prime turned from the screen to look at the two bots. "It appears that the Decepticons are moving towards us."

"They're attacking the Ark straight out?" Jazz said, surprised. "What are they, nuts?"

"That's what's worrying me," Prime said, tapping his face mask thoughtfully. "I thought Megatron had more sense than that. He must be confidant in whatever plan he has going."

Jazz gazed at the monitor. "Jeez, he's bringing his whole army with him! And they're getting close."

"Jazz, come with me quick," Prowl whispered, putting a servo on his mate's arm and leading him out into the hall.

"What is it?" Jazz asked worriedly.

"I want you to be somewhere safe. You're not going to take part in this battle."

"I had a feeling you were going to say that."

"I want you to go as deep as you can into the Ark," Prowl said. "It goes deep into the mountainside. You should be safe as long as you're far from the entrance."

"With all due respect babe, no," the Porsche said firmly. "I'm the better fighter. I should be out there."

Prowl shook his head. "I'm second-in-command. I need to be there to direct the troops. Please, just do what I ask."

Jazz's ears drooped and he held Lunar closer. "I don't like it, but ok. I'll take Lunar and go as far as I can. But you've got to promise me that you'll come to get us when it's over."

Prowl took Jazz into his arms and hugged him tight. He kissed his mate's neck tenderly, then leaned down to kiss Lunar's forehead.

"Good luck out there. I love you," Jazz murmured.

Prowl tried to smile as he nuzzled Jazz lovingly. Just then the door to the control room opened and Prime stepped into the hallway. Wheeljack was right behind him, holding their twins and looking extremely worried.

"Prowl, I… imagine that you're sending Jazz somewhere safe," Prime said. He glanced over at Wheeljack with soft optics, then back at Prowl. "I want Wheeljack to be out of this battle as well."

"Optimus, no…" Wheeljack said. "I want to be with you."

"But you twins need you to keep them safe," Jazz pointed out. "I know it sucks, but that's how it is."

"I want you to be safe. I can't let anything happen to you or our sparklings. I'd never forgive myself," Prime whispered, kissing the inventor's forehead gently.

Wheeljack nodded, silently fighting back tears.

"Come on Jacks, let's go," Jazz said.

He put his servo on Wheeljack's shoulder and the pair started walking to the deepest part of the ship. Watching their mates leave, Prowl and Prime sighed in unison and turned to enter the control room.

"Hey!" Jazz shouted, stopping and looking back. "You two had both better come back! You hear me? You'd better come back or I'll never forgive ya!"

Prowl gazed at his mate with a small smile. "I'll come back babe."

Jazz smiled back and started walking again. Wheeljack followed, crying softly but trying to hide it to avoid upsetting the sparklings. Prime and Prowl went back inside the control room.
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