[one] Over and Over - Three Days Grace  (3:11)

          Sitting at his desk as a sigh escaped his mouth, he stared down, the data pads steadily glowing beneath his head.  He had dimmed his optics as his mind had wandered, once again, away from his work.  He had had something on his mind for a long time and no matter what it did, the thoughts drug him down.  They weren’t feelings of pain that Prowl had, but more of falling for someone.  Prowl’s thoughts had been on the saboteur for quite a long time, and despite his best efforts, Prowl could never rid himself of those thoughts.
          “Prowl?” He looked up in slight surprise as Jazz had come into the room, that infamous crooked smile upon the Porsche’s white lips. “You wanted to see me?
          Prowl smiled. “Yeah, I wanted to tell you something,” Prowl said as he motioned to

[two] Go Girlfriend (Have a Merry Christmas) - No Secrets (3:19)

          Jazz was outside the Ark, something he didn’t necessarily do all that much, but today was something different.  It was snowing, oh yes.  Christmas had come around once more, and it had been a long time since the Ark had had a day off.  The Porsche smiled as he looked around him a little before spotting his Mate, the Datsun having his back to him.
          Prowl was watching the horizon for a moment, something catching his attention before something cold plowed into the back of his head, hitching him forward.  Gasping as the cold snowball went down under his armor, he spun around to a raucous round of laughter, Jazz clutching his stomach.  Prowl growled playfully then scooped up a handful of snow, packing it hard then flinging it at Jazz, but instead of hitting its target, the saboteur ducked, the cold ice flinging over his head and bowling over Bumblebee.  Laughing raucously at Bee slightly, Jazz walked up to Prowl and flung his arms around him.
          “I love you,” Jazz said happily.
          Prowl looked down at him slightly, a little surprised. “What’s that for?” He asked him, a smile coming to his lips.
          Jazz just shook his head. “Thought you should know

[three] This Moment - Disturbed (3:05)

          “I can’t take this any more, Jazz!” Prowl shrieked at him.
          “Prowl, come on, it was just an honest prank!” Jazz tried to reason with him, but got shot down, the second-in-command spinning on him.
          “Why are you so childish all the time?  Don’t act like the Twins, they’re bad enough!”
          Jazz balled his fists, angrily glaring at him, his spark breaking as Prowl had yelled at him. “It was just a bit of fin!”
          “NO!” Prowl barked. “That prank of yours could have killed; Bumblebee’s lucky he’s not dead!  No, never mind, I give up.  If you’re going to be this childish, then this isn‘t going to work out between us.” Prowl turned around and went to the door, wrenching it open angrily.
          Jazz looked at Prowl horrified. “What?  Come on, Prowl-”  but stopped as the door slammed, leaving Jazz’s spark torn in half.

[four] Come Go With Me - Beach Boys (2:07)

          They sat in the rec room, the television on quietly.  Most other mechs had headed off to their quarters by now, most turning in for the night.  Jazz and Prowl were sat curled on the couch together as they watched a sappy human love movie.  Jazz didn’t necessarily like these, but for some reason Prowl liked them a lot.
          “Y’know, darling,” Jazz chuckled as he looked up at Prowl, copying the man in the movie, English accent and all. “I’ll always need you with me.
          Prowl chuckled slightly and pushed Jazz before pushing a light kiss on Jazz’s forehead. “And I you,” Prowl said back to him, copying the woman’s words.

[five] Cruising - N+K Vs. Dennis the Menace (5:16)

          Jazz smiled as he drove off in the brought sunlight, the sounds of water all around him.  He was driving on a beachfront road and he had decided to take some time off from the stuffiness of the Ark, taking his chance to enjoy the Earth’s warm sun as he cruised down the avenue.
          [Jazz,] Prowl’s voice buzzed in his comm. [Where are you?]
          Jazz would have smiled if he were in his bot mode. [Come find me, Prowler.] Prowl was there with him, but he was in a different avenue, the Porsche having ditched his Mate when the cop had been pulled over buy a human looking for assistance.
          Prowl chuckled through the comm. link. [Come on, Jazz,]
          [No, come find me.  The beach ain‘t that big.] Jazz had stopped and transformed next to a sparsely-populated beach, looking around in the sun.  He hadn’t been down here in a long while, and he smiled, enjoying it as Prowl came up to find him, transforming and coming up to him smiling. “Thought you could hide from me, did you?”
          Jazz shook his head.” I could never hide from you,” he smiled slightly. “I was just looking for some place to hide away from the world for once.”
          Prowl smiled and chuckled. “Oh, I know; me too.  Tell me if you find it.”

[six] Just Like You - Keb’ Mo’ (3:27)

          Jazz smiled slightly as he saw some of the mechs coming out of the shuttle.  It had been years since he had seen some of them; after the War ended, they had all gone their separate ways.  He walked up to the mechs slightly, but wasn’t looking forward to talking to any of them besides one in particular.  The Datsun had stepped off the shuttle and had looked around, smiling slightly at Jazz.
          Jazz’s pump skipped a beat as he saw the smile, and despite whatever he had told himself, he had still loved him.  Approaching the saboteur, the former second-in-command smiled down at Jazz “Hi,”
          “Hey,” Jazz said as he reached a hand out to shake his.  His mind screamed at him to wrap his arms around Prowl and to never let him go, but he knew this was better, for them to be apart.  Prowl stepped forward, but didn’t grasp his hand, and instead wrapped his arms around the Porsche’s small body, hugging him close. “Primus, I missed you,” Prowl whispered to him quietly as Jazz felt his cheeks flush red.

[seven] Nebel - Rammstein (4:54)

          That was so long ago, that last, chaotic day Prowl had had.  A fight had broke out, just another battle in this stupid war that their ancestors had started.  Chaos was strewn everywhere, just as usual, but this time something was different about the chaos.  Prowl felt it the entire time that something was going to go horribly wrong for them.  The Decepticons were winning, and Prowl’s side of the field was in an organized chaos, until the bomb went off.
          Prowl had caught sight of it as it flew through the air, but didn’t give much thought of it as it flew over his head.  He hitched forward when it went off the shockwave sending him tumbling, but it was the pain he felt as a deep aching had ran through his body, a horrible ache deep down in his spark that signaled something that Prowl had hoped he’d never have to feel, something that signaled that his Bondmate was injured.
          Prowl had looked behind him and had screamed when he saw Jazz, the Porsche’s mangled body strewn, the lower half of his body torn to shreds.  The shockwave had knocked everyone back a ways as it had hit, but Jazz was the closes to it when it went off.
          By the time they had gotten back to the Ark and Medbay, it was too late, and Jazz had passed in his arms.  Prowl could still remember the anguish that he had felt in his spark and the pain of having his mate torn from him, and he could still remember Jazz’s one last dying request through their comm. link that day.
          [Give me… one last kiss…]

[eight] Something Worth Leaving Behind - Lee Ann Womack (3:50)

          Prowl wandered the halls slightly, going through one last round before he headed off to bed.  He yawned deeply, his optics dimming slightly, and when he brought them back up, Jazz was standing in front of him and smiling.
          “Baby,” Prowl said, smiling slightly back at him. “What are you doing up?”
          “You know I can’t sleep if you’re not there,” Jazz told him giggling a little. “Actually, I wanted to ask you a question.”
          “Oh?” Prowl said as he continued to walk, Jazz following him. “Shoot.”
          “Do you think, that what I’ve done up until this point has made a difference?” Jazz asked him. “I mean, if I died right now, is what I’ve done worth leaving behind?”
          Prowl raised an optical ridge at Jazz, curious at the question. “Where’d that come from?”
          Jazz shrugged. “I saw that… well, someone told me it’s good to leave a piece of you behind when you die.”
          Prowl smiled a little at him and understood the question. “You will,” he said, leaning down to kiss his mate’s forehead. “Believe me, you’ve left a big mark on everyone.”

[nine] Chicks Dig it - Chris Cagle (4:02)

          Prowl sighed as he waited outside Medbay.  Ratchet had shunned him out previously since he was hovering over the Medic as he watched him repair Jazz.  The Porsche had been hit in a battle today and his arm was missing.  It wasn’t a fatal wound, and Prowl knew it, but he couldn’t help but being worried for his Bondmate all the same.  Leaning against a wall, he looked down the hall, but didn’t have to stay out for long, for then Ratchet came out, smiling at him. “Alright, you can go in now.”
          Prowl nodded and smiled before going into Medbay.  Looking at Jazz, he sighed.  His arm still wasn’t repaired, wired and cords protruding from his missing arm, but he was conscious and he smiled up at Prowl, that crooked smile making Prowl’s pump skip.
          “You fool,” Prowl chided, smiling down at him. “Why did you have to pull a stupid stunt like that?”
          Jazz looked up at him slightly, his eyes shining and he chuckled slightly, his vocalizer a little weak. “Chicks dig scars,” he said calmly.
          Prowl couldn’t help but laugh, shaking his head. “You know you don’t need to impress anyone,”
          “I know,” Jazz said, smiling at his mate. “I just

[ten] Not Me - Keni Thomas (4:02)

          Prowl stood at attention next to Jazz, looking at Magnus as another Elite came by them, putting a golden star-shaped pin to their chests as the final call of the casualties had been read.  The War was over and now the casualties have been counted.  Magnus turned to Prowl slightly and beckoned him and Jazz forward.  They walked up to the front to address the rest of the procession, looking solemnly at them.
          “Optimus Prime was a great leader,” Prowl started off, his voice solemn and quiet. “It was a loss to us all when he passed, especially right before our ultimate victory.” He paused a moment, thinking slightly before he continued. “The soldiers are the ones to be accounted for, they… you all…. were the finest soldiers, and it was a privilege for us to lead you all.  The mechs who died; they deserve the medals, though, not us.” Prowl sighed slightly.
          “We just did what we were called to do,” Jazz spoke up, standing next to him. “I’m sure you all would have done the same.”