So, I had a little draft for this one, an idea noted down, really. As I edited it a bit, it got out of hand, and it doesn't quite match the silly pics I took anymore. Anyway, here you go!
(After he recovered from the brief visual distortion, BProwl greeted the squishy beings properly. They gave him a curious once-over and beeped back a welcome. BJazz sidling up to him for a quick kiss had them promptly turn away.)
Jazz had given in to sweet temptation. Playing pranks was not something he could induldge in ss 3rd in command, setting an example yada yada. That didn't mean he could bend and conform the rules to his bidding, which expressed itself as assisting another Officer of command.
Booting up, feeling something off but pushing it aside, Prowl started his cycle. Only upon checking his reflection in the washrack did he catch on why his helm felt different. Greeting him was the gaping visage of his lover, quickly turning to a snarl. He was Not Amused. Waking up with this copycat of Jazz’ helm would undermine his authority and make him a laughing stock in no time. Yet he had no choice if he wanted to turn back to his former frame.
Setting out to have his condition rectified at once, he found Jazz surrounded by bots, laughing at the faces he- Prowl’s faceplate made - it made the real Prowl’s circuits boil. Nobody should see him smile and laugh like this!
“Autobot Jazz of Staniz!”
Said mech paused, turning to see a very slagged of Praxian stalking his way. His entourage snickered as they quickly dispersed. Prowl didn’t even blink as they scattered and took a quick leave. His tac-net cataloged them all already.
Jazz quickly recovered from his suprise that he was found to fast. Probably Red Alert. Finding his wits, he bowed with a flair, looking up to meet smoldering optics. “Ahh, Prowler! Or should I say ‘Jazz’? Caught by myself, isn’t that somethin’.”
The Praxian merely squinting at him, field lashing with rising ire. What a joke.
After sensing his lover's mood was more serious than a mere annoyance, Jazz was quick to explain, "Relax, Prowler. It's not as bad as ya think. Look here." He pointed to a small device on his collar fairing. "I'm testing a prototype for 'Jacky. All holograms, nothin' more."
Zeroing in on it, Prowl immediately meticulously felt around his own frame for the device, and sure enough there was one.
"Careful! I promised not to break them." Jazz stepped closer, intending to pull the white servo away though thought better of it at the look he received.
"Do not think me a fool. We are going to undo this, now."
After Wheeljack and Ratchet checked them over to guarantee everything was in working order, Prowl resumed his duties, leaving Jazz to deal with later. The visored mech exvented a sigh as he watched him go. Great.
It was joors later to a knock at his office door that Prowl came out of his anger infused workmarathon. Wiping a servo over his, his!, faceplate, he glanced over to the door. "Come in."
Mild surprise overcame him because of course Jazz would show up sooner or later, he merely expected it would have been sooner. Way sooner. There were two cubes in his servos.
"Took you long enough." was all Prowl said before turning his attention back to his datapad.
"I was under the impression I wasn't welcome. " Jazz stepped closer, around the desk. Standing near the Praxian, he could see the slight droop of doorwings.
"What makes you think you are now?" Instead of receiving an answer, a cube was set in front of him.
"Fuel. I know yer hungry."
Glaring at his lover, his mouth formed a set line. Jazz only stared back. Kliks passed, neither budged. Finally, a rumble from empty tanks made Prowl give in. Snatching up the energon, he steadily emptied it, all the while staring at Jazz. "There. Satisfied?"
"No." The visored mech switched the empty cube for the full one. "I had mine already, and ya skipped at least one fueling. Drink this, too. Slowly."
The Praxian grew confused and irritated, looking from cube to lover. "Is this your form of apology? If so, you may leave."
"Oh no, it's called 'carin' for my Sweetspark'. But, yer right, I also came to apologize."
Before Prowl could retort, Jazz lifted a servo to his crest, gently rubbing circles into the thin metal. It felt heavenly on his tired, heavy helm.
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have pranked ya just because I was bored. Or at all. Guess I really let myself go."
Prowl didn't answer for a long moment, leaning into the touch as his optics dimmed. The massage never stopped. "You are forgiven." he said at last, taking a sip from his cube. "It was a heavy breach of privacy for me. Tolerating your behavior is one thing, being an unwilling participant is another. Do not let this repeat itself." Tilting his helm, he met the visored gaze. "I do not like nor wish to be angry with you."
Shifting his servo to cup his cheek, Jazz leaned down to place a loving kiss on Prowl's derma.
