Ratchet jumped up and walked back over to Jazz's sedated body on the berth. "Huh...?" He looked at the Porsche’s broken visor and his optics widened as he read the red letters flashing there; Jazz's spark was feeble and growing weaker by the second.
Ratchet cursed loudly, running around the berth to grab emergency equipment and attach it to certain points on Jazz's body. Prowl jumped up at the sudden frantic movement from the medic and, upon noticing what the equipment was for, a wave of fear rippled through him. He screamed loudly in a panic and ran to Jazz, frantically begging the younger bot to live.
"Prowl-!" Ratchet was trying to hook up some cables to Jazz's chest when the cop had come bustling over, leaning over Jazz's body. "I can't work with you leaning over him like that! Prowl--!"
The cop didn't hear him, his panic too intense as he grasped one of Jazz's hands. "JAZZ!! Please, Jazz don't go!" Prowl's optics began to tear up as he looked at Jazz's body. Energon flowed from the Porsche’s shoulder and leg, and Prowl knew that without help Jazz wouldn't be able to stay alive much longer.
Ratchet noticed Jazz's injuries as well and knew that, to be able to work, he had to get Prowl out of the way. Roughly he tried to move Prowl, but when the cop wouldn't budge, he quickly commed the first bot he could think of; in this case, Ironhide.
"Can you hurry it up?!" Ratchet barked at the red bot, who didn't sound all-too-pleased to be woken up at four in the morning. "I can't work with him over Jazz like this!" Prowl was still beside Jazz, sobbing and wringing the Porsche’s hand. He didn't want to leave Jazz, he promised the younger he wouldn't leave...
Ironhide quickly came into the Medbay, grumbling at Ratchet for waking him up, but grabbed Prowl's arm. "Come on, Prowl, you've gotta get outta here!" He was surprised when Prowl pulled back with amazing strength, trying to stay with Jazz. He was still holding on to the young mech's hand and didn't appear to want to let go.
Ratchet watched the two struggle angrily while simultaneously trying to keep Jazz stable. "Get him out of here, Ironhide, and keep him out! I want no disturbances!"
The red mech growled. "I'm tryin'!" he grabbed Prowl's arm, finally managing to dislodge the cop's hand from Jazz's and grabbed Prowl around the waist. "Come ON, boy-!" He found that Prowl was a little easier to handle this way and proceeded to gain the upper hand, forcefully dragging the cop toward the Medbay's doors.
"NO-!" Prowl struggled against Ironhide's arms, wanting desperately to get free, reaching his hand out toward the limp mech on the berth. "JAZZ!! LET ME GO, I WANT TO STAY!! JAZZ--!!"

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Extensive Damage, by =miraibaby and =Kittylover9399 --> [link]

Wow, that took a lot shorter time then I thought it would... -gasps-

This is my half of an art trade with a one .

This is a scene from an RP between Kitty and I, and, personally, one of my favorite scenes so far. :3

This scene happened right after Ratchet had busted upon Tracks raping Jazz in Ratchet's office. Tracks had sedated Ratchet and then locked himself and the young Porsche in his office.

I've been wanting to do a picture like this for ages and, finally, I've managed to come up with something that works.

No rush, Kitty, really, you can take as much time as you want getting your half done.

Please don't tell me about the background -- I don't like it either... D:

Transformers (c) Hasbro
Story (c) =Kittylover9399 and =miraibaby
Art (c) =miraibaby