I've had this written up for a few months, so we'll see if I finish writing it or not.

And I actually put the units of time I'm using this time!

Units of Time

Astrosecond- .498 seconds

Breem- 8.3 minutes

Cycle- 1 hour 15 minutes

Deca-cycle- 3 weeks

Groon- 1 hour

Joor- hour

Klik 1.2 minutes

Mega-cycle- 93 hours

Meta-cycle- 13 months

Orbital cycle- 1 day

Orn- 13 days

Stellar Cycle- 7.5 months

Vorn- 83 years

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He was gorgeous, elegant, and clearly not native to Praxis with a frame like that, but seemed to be causing all helms to turn when they passed. All he was doing was drinking energon, but he made it look like an art. He was small and lithe in stature, curves in all the right places, along with exotic white optics.

"Uh, Prowl?"

Prowl brought his attention back to his partner sitting in front of him, Ironhide, the other mech was smiling with a glint of humor in his optics. Prowl made to ignore him and took a sip of his energon, their lunch break would be over soon.

Ironhide turned to glance over his shoulder to see what had so avidly caught Prowl's attention. His optics landed on a small silver mech drinking his energon, he was cute, though he was already happily bonded, he had to hand it to Prowl he knew how to pick em.

"So you gonna talk to em or just stare?" Ironhide teased leaning forward so the conversation wouldn't go beyond them.

Prowl was silent as he stared at Ironhide, he glanced towards the other mech debating whether he should risk it and be rejected or have a small chance of being accepted. Prowl sighed and looked back towards Ironhide, "Our breaks over," Prowl answered before getting up, leaving a credit chip on the table and heading for the exit, Ironhide pausing before following.

When they were both outside and back on their patrol Ironhide chose to voice his thoughts on the matter, "Seriously mech? It's not every orbital cycle some mech catches your attention, patrol could've waited."

Prowl sighed internally, knowing he missed his chance, "It's nothing you need concern yourself about," he responded, ending the conversation before it started, continuing their patrol in silence.

"I bet ya'r his type," Ironhide remarked with a smirk.

Prowl's doorwings gave a harsh twitch at that, battle computer buzzing at the thought.

Before Prowl could make a retort some rebellious younglings sped by breaking the speed limit, causing both Prowl and Ironhide to transform in pursuit.

It was getting late but Jazz was feeling pretty good that orbital cycle. He'd just put the finishing touches on his new studio and he'd be officially teaching classes within the next few orbital cycles.

He was excited, it was something he'd wanted to do for a while now, but his career performing for the circus had taken up all of his time. Now that he had decided to take a break from it all, he could officially teach.

He would be teaching pole tricks and exotic dance, he had put flyers out in advance so hopefully there would be enough interested. That was his only fear that many would think what he taught was trashy, a lot of bots thought that way anytime they heard the words 'exotic dance'. Thankfully he made the flyers a bit vague to what all the classes entailed to deter lowlifes from stopping by hoping for a show.

Taking one final look around for the orbital cycle, Jazz shut off the lights, locked up and headed out back to his apartment.

As his build was more of a dancers build and didn't have as much mass, he didn't have a t-cog so he had to walk everywhere. This didn't phase Jazz one bit, he enjoyed looking around and taking in the sites. This wasn't his first time in Praxis as the circus had been to all of the cities on Cybertron at least once, but he never got to actually walk around the city and he always did want to see the Helix Gardens.

The walk back to his apartment was pretty far from his studio. There were just enough bots out on the streets it made him feel a little better about walking home so late. Though the farther he got from the cities center, the more it felt like someone was watching him.

Jazz stopped briefly to glance over his shoulder when he suddenly heard pedefalls rapidly approaching. He moved forward before attempting to turn only to be caught in a rough tackle, knocking the wind out of him.

He was so disoriented that he could barely fight off the mech that was attempting to remove his codpiece. Panicked and still in a daze Jazz struck the mech in the face with the palm of his servo and felt a satisfying snap from the mechs nasal ridge.

He attempted to backpedal, crawl away from the mech but was just dragged back into his previous position.

Before the mech could do anymore he was roughly pulled off of him by a large red mech. A black and white praxian approached Jazz careful not to startle him.

"Are you harmed?" he asked calmly to a frazzled Jazz.

Jazz shook his helm in the negative staring back up at the praxian mech, "fine jus a little worse for wear."

He really wasn't expecting his patrol with Ironhide to come across the mech from the café, but there he was walking down the street when he was suddenly tackled to the ground by a much larger mech.

The mech had quite the audacity to try such a stunt right in the open, had to be overcharged or just plain crazy.

He and Ironhide had quickly run over to the two, the smaller struggling weakly, probably from the hit and subsequent fall. Ironhide grabbed the other by the scruff and pulled him away from the other, while Prowl headed over to the smaller bot still on the ground.

"Are you harmed?" Prowl asked, a bit worried that the other still hadn't stood up.

The smaller had shook his helm in the negative before verbally adding that he was more or less fine.

Prowl stared before offering his servo to the other who paused before accepting it, the mech was a bit wobbly still trying to get his gyros steady.

The small mech rubbed the back of his helm, possibly in a little pain before speaking, "thank you," and giving Prowl a shy smile.

Prowl's doorwing gave a small twitch that most wouldn't have noticed unless they'd known him for a long time.

Prowl's comm. went off, "Hey I got this mech, I'm sure ya can take care of the other," Ironhide sent.

Glancing back Prowl could see that Ironhide had the other mech in stasis cuffs, "Patrol is about over you can head home once you drop him off at the startion," Prowl replied back over the comm.

Ironhide turned to march the other mech away and back towards the station, but not before sending back a cheeky reply, "though I think he's had enough rough play for the night."

Prowl twitched slightly but did not give a reply. Turning back to the smaller mech now awkwardly just standing there, Prowl took a moment to internally calm down before speaking, "I will escort you home, as to avoid anymore incidents."

Prowl moved forward before transforming in the street and waiting for the other.

The other just stood there, "Uh, ah can't…ah don't transform."

Prowl froze, now more than confused before reverting back to his bipedal form.

"Don't transform?" he questioned, needing to know the reason, his battle computer was buzzing and throwing all kinds of possible reasons.

"Yeah, don't have a T-cog, so no transform'n," he responded casually albeit nervously, he'd apparently gained odd attention from this before if his body language was anything to go by.

Prowl stood up straighter before walking over to the other, "Then we walk."

Prowl motioned for the other to lead as they made their way to the others residence.

Prowl didn't quite understand not having a T-cog since all bots were created with them, but he figured it was probably more personal and would ignore it for now. On another note he now had a second chance to actually talk to this mech but he hadn't the slightest clue on how to begin. The other seemed friendly enough, but after tonight's incident he was probably not up for much talking.

"So…wha's your name?" the smaller asked suddenly after a while of silence and Prowl contemplating.

Thinking for a bit that maybe he was wrong he glanced over to his side before responding, "Prowl."

The other smiled at him before replying back with his own, "Jazz."

The other mech, Prowl, was so quiet. Jazz couldn't tell if that's how he naturally was or if he was just trying to stay professional.

"Sorry bout the havn' ta walk, and ah don't exactly live that close," Jazz told him trying to make conversation. He was actually surprised when the other began to respond.

"If I may ask, why were you out so late in the first place? Prowl asked with genuine curiosity.

Jazz just smiled back at him before replying, "I'm opening up a studio and I had some finishing touches I needed to get done."

The answer was simple enough, but this mech seemed to live pretty far from where his studio was; supposing the studio was in the part of town he'd gotten attacked. But to live this far and have to walk? This was ridiculous, and once again his processor was back to the 'no T-cog' bit.

"Is there a particular reason you don't have a T-cog? If it's too personal you don't have to answer," he couldn't help himself, Prowl had to know even if Jazz didn't answer.

Jazz just continued smiling at him, though it was a bit subdued. "Ah used ta perform, and ya couldn't have too much mass or ya wouldn't be able ta do half the stuff ya were, hence the T-cog as well as a majority of mass being removed."

It was more than Prowl expected from the other and not the reason he had expected, though it was easy enough to tell that the other didn't have nearly as much mass as most but it looked like he did have about as much as a femme and they could still transform. Before he could think too much more on it Jazz spoke up again.

"Ah know what ya're thinkn', and ah do, but most femmes don't do half the tricks ah do."

Prowl nodded, noting that the other didn't specify what it was he actually did in those performances, "I have to admit, I was not expecting that."

Jazz just smiled and they continued the rest of the way in mostly silence. Once they finally made it to Jazz's residence they said their goodbyes, while Prowl waited to make sure he got inside without any incident before parting ways.

Jazz had to smile to himself, the opening of the studio and hence classes went better than he had expected.

There were a few with some rude comments but were quickly put in their place by two of the other students. It was a good start, and he had already found two good friends from it, they were a bit older than him but were pretty excited about the coming classes.

Locking up for the night and starting to head back home, he suddenly noticed the Enforcer from a few nights ago, he was casually leaning against one of the side buildings near his studio facing away from him.

Jazz slowed his walk till he came up next to him, tilting sideways to be in his line of vision before speaking, "ya waitin' for someone?"

The Enforcer or Prowl unshuttered his optics to look at him before responding, "I was, but since they're here now I guess we can leave," and he began to walk in the direction of Jazz's residence.

Jazz watched him for a few kliks before jogging up to him to walk beside him.

"Ya didn't by chance make it ya job ta escort meh home, did ya?"

Prowl looked over to him giving him a small smile before looking back to the front, "of course not, I'm off duty."

Jazz stared dumbstruck before cracking into a big grin, "funneh."

So I love Cirque du Soleil shows, I own 3 DVD's and saw Quidam live in Savannah last year. So when I say circus I'm referring to cirque performances.

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