Jazz and Prowl had been fighting on the same side since the early days of the Autobot–Decepticon War—long before Optimus Prime ever took command of Earth. Jazz had been a field agent, infiltration specialist, and morale booster all wrapped into one. Prowl, meanwhile, had risen through the ranks as a master tactician, becoming one of the Autobots’ most rigid and effective strategic minds

They were opposites in every possible way

Jazz lived in the moment. He cracked jokes in firefights, improvised plans, and treated war like a high-risk dance floor. Prowl lived five steps ahead of everyone else, seeing the war as a series of equations that had to be solved no matter the personal cost. He was distant, calculating… and emotionally walled off even by Cybertronian standards

And somehow, Jazz had fallen for him anyway

It took nearly two stellar cycles of relentless flirting, teasing, and completely inappropriate advances before Prowl finally agreed to a single date—less because he was convinced, and more because Jazz simply refused to stop asking. Prowl told himself it was an experiment. A controlled variable. A distraction to be evaluated and discarded if it proved inefficient

But the date hadn’t been a disaster

Which was deeply annoying

Now it had been several weeks since then. Jazz was more smitten than ever, while Prowl had retreated back into work and silence, pretending it hadn’t meant anything. That only made Jazz more determined

So here he was, slipping into the command center aboard the Autobot command ship, where Prowl stood alone at the tactical console, reviewing battle projections and supply routes

Jazz paused at the door, straightened his posture, put on his best confident grin, and walked in

He leaned casually against the edge of Prowl’s command console, far too close for professional comfort

And with that trademark Jazz smile, he said:

“Y’know, Prowl, if you keep buryin’ yourself in battle simulations like that, folks might start thinkin’ you’re avoidin’ somethin’. Lucky for you, I happen to be real good at findin’ lost causes.”

He tilted his visor slightly, playful but sincere

“So… how about we try a second date? Strictly for research purposes, of course.”