Ok. I was bored. And i think at the time i was reading the IDW comics again. Anyways, i wrote this a while ago and found it in my rabid plotbunny file and I'm finally posting it. What got me thinking was the obvious lack of friendship between Jazz and Prowl in the IDW comics and how Prowl is a ruthless SOB who wont hesitate to cross moral lines to get stuff done. Also the whole "who's in the right" of a post war era because Autobots could be just as ruthless as Decepticons so where does the line of hero/mass murderer stand. Just got me kinda thinking and well... this happened. Death/suicide fic and NO it does not fit into any of my time lines, this is just an excuse to type so don't think to hard about it.

If I thought about it, it was kinda funny.

If I really thought about it, it fragged me off.

I had lived every orn of my life expecting it to be my last. I had made so many enemies, it was proof of my deadly skill that I had survived this long.

Every orn I had expected to have a knife thrown into my back, a sniper's precise shot through the spark, a scalpel carving its way through my frame, or a bullet to the forehelm as I kneeled before a captor.

I had always expected to terminate in the line of duty. Either finally put down by Autobots or torn apart by Decepticons.

I never expected to survive the war.

So when the Enforcers came, it didn't surprise me.

In fact, it had surprised me how long He had waited.

The cuffs were set at their highest setting but I ignored the sharp burning pain in my arms as best as I could while two masked mechs marched me forward. I didn't try to fight them as they marched me toward a metal pole in the middle of the courtyard and turned me around so that my back was to the pole.

The cuff on one of my wrists came free and I hissed at the pain as it was snapped back on, this time on the far side of the pole, effectively locking me to it.

The two mechs backed off and I allowed myself to lean against the cold metal of the pole. A faint smile lifted the corner of my lip plates but it quietly morphed into a smirk. Liplates parted just the tiniest bit to show the gleam of fangs, a faint laugh escaped me. The next chuckle was louder and I dropped my helm, laughing to myself.

"He's mad."

"Absolutely insane."

"About time they dealt with him."

"They said he was a hero."

I was a fraggin idiot.

The first rule, the first Law I had ever learnt I had ignored because I thought I could handle it. I thought I had been in control. What an aft I had been and now it was going to cost me.

Trust nobody but yourself.

Oh I had stuck by that rule. I learnt it after surviving beatings and betrayals from everyone. I had learnt that when my sire tore my sight from me and nearly terminated me. I had learnt that after mechs I thought I could rely on turned around and left me to offline after a deal went wrong. I learnt that after my partner sold me out to the Decepticons.

I had messed up trusting Him but worst still, was that I broke the second Law.

Never trust an Enforcer.

"-here by charge you with the following War crimes against our planet-"

'You can trust me' He had said. 'We can use mechs like you.'

Oh, he could use me alright. And I let him.

It had been so much better with the Autobots. I made friends, allies, mechs I could trust but never really did. I could rely on them when the time came but at the same time, I was always ready to be betrayed.

I never trusted anyone with my life but myself.

And then the betrayals started happening.

Not to me personally, but to the Autobots. A traitor in our ranks that was spilling far too valuable knowledge to the Decepticons. We were being slaughtered. He knew who it could be but Optimus refused to give the kill order. There was a chance they were innocent.

But we couldn't take the risk. Not with so many lives on the line.

They would disappear sometimes. A transfer that never made it. A lone patrol that got wiped out. A mech murdered in a quiet room, the body gone before anyone even knew he was missing.

We did what we had to too keep the Autobots from losing the war. I knew I could count on Him to provide alibies and to cover my tracks.

But that made me a loose end.

Like I said, it was my fault.

He was as ruthless as I was. I may have terminated the mech, innocent or not, but He gave me the orders.

The data burst sent to the Enforcers had been massive apparently. I didn't know what it all contained exactly but I had a good idea.

Knowing how obsessive He could be, it probably contained everything.

Everything that I had done. Everything that I thought I could trust Him to keep hidden. Everyone knew I was dangerous but it was so easy to hide behind a carefree attitude and a false smile. But with that file open to the public, everyone knew about the monster the Prime had hidden in his basement.

The public labeled me a criminal. A mass murderer. As bad if not worse than the Decepticons.

"Any final requests?"

I turned my helm toward the mech's voice. They had taken my visor in an effort to slow me down but they didn't realise, what He didn't realise, was that I didn't need half the sensors installed in that piece of glass.

I had made it to Praxus with nothing but my hearing. All the extra sensors I'd had installed over a lifetime just filled out the picture I made in my processor.

I knew the mech before me was slim with weak armor. I had already gone over a dozen ways to terminate him in the next five klicks. He was far too smug about this, probably some neutral that was glad to see another dangerous mech put down like the wild beast they thought I had become.

"Actually yeah." I replied, my voice raspy from disuse as I lifted my helm to map out the mech better. "Ah 'ave ah song… aven't heard it in ah long tahm. Ah'd… Ah'd like tah listen tah it one mo' time."

The mech reared back in confusion, glancing to the left and up.

I smirked.

There he was.

They knew His reputation before the War as an Enforcer and they knew His reputation as the Autobot Head of Tactical. It was no surprise when He was given the position in this new world as Iacon's Chief of Enforcers.

My hearing and sensors could only extend so far but now that I knew where He was, I knew I'd be able to track Him down.

"What is it." He asked in a reedy tone as he turned back to face me.

"Ah got it 'ere with meh on ah chip." I said with a one sided shrug. The mech's faceplates twisted into a scowl but I sensed a guard come up beside me. I glanced in his direction, sensors playing over that blank mask to map out his frame.

He had a slight limp. A heavy scar on the top edge of his shoulder guard, most likely from someone taking a downward swing with a heavy weapon. He didn't walk as silently as most Enforcers so he was a civilian hired after the neutrals started returning.

He'd be easy to track down if I wanted to.

I had fought the cuffs as long as they were on to keep my servo in a fist to keep from dropping the small chip. I finally relaxed now and let the chip drop into the guard's servo. He gave it to the thin mech in front of me and I knew he examined it, holding it up before him like he expected it to blow up or something.

Which was smart on his behalf. I'd done it before.

"Very well." He said with a huff, turning away. A moment later another small mech, minibot from the image my sensors were building, ran up and took the chip before disappearing.

A moment later a low beat started that I could only feel in my sensory horns. The beat gradually got louder till I could hear it and with a sigh I relaxed against the post, my helm tipped back as I let the song wash over me. It was the first song I had taught myself to play after losing my sight. Quietly I mouth the words as the lullaby like tune slowly got louder and the beat got heavier. It made my armor buzz as the music surrounded me and I ignored the sound of half a dozen rifles powering up.

A message popped up on an old frequency.

"I'm sorry it had to end like this."

"On my mark."

Only two had live ammo but I didn't know which two and I wouldn't until a split nano-klick before the bullets pierced my frame.

"Ready."

The song shifted, stronger now and less like a lullaby.

More like a victory cry.

"Aim."

I grinned as the codding triggered and I was given access to the database.

The dumb aft glitch didn't even check the chip for viruses.

I quickly sent a reply to the message.

"Not yet you're not."

I bit down on the detonator wedged between my denta and the tiny amount of explosive blew the cuffs open.

"Fire!"

I hit the ground the same moment the destroyed cuffs did and sensed the first bullet pass my helm by a scratch, the second hitting a few inches higher up.

I rolled forward and bolted, ignoring the surprised yells and shouts as I took off.

I didn't run though. I was sick of running.

All my life I had been running to stay one step ahead of everyone.

Now I was in control.

This was my life and I was done taking orders. I knew I was going to terminate by fraggit it would be on my terms, nobody else's.

I scaled the wall easily, flipping up over the railing and continuing up through the bleachers. I knew where He was and I easily caught up to him.

He spun at the last moment and I slid past Him, my claws just missing those oh so sensitive doorwings.

"Stop running Jazz." He said, doorwings flared slightly as he stood with his peds braced apart, a knife in each servo. "It's over."

"Naw it's not." I replied, flexing my razor sharp claws as my hearing mapped him out. "Ya made ah mistake."

The mech stiffened and I lunged at him. He parred me and I skipped sideways, dodging a knife swing. I kept moving, circling up behind Him and slashed out at Him. He twisted out of the way, ducking a doorwing so it went under my claws and came back up and around.

"Ah trusted ya." I hissed as I sensed guards with rifle, live ones, coming up all around us.

"Looks to me like you're the one that made the mistake." He said with a smirk, holding up a servo to stop the guards. My armor flared as I realised I was surrounded but I didn't take my attention off of the mech before me.

"Naw. Ah cover mah tracks."

"Not well enough Miester."

It was the designation I had gone by while in Praxus and when I was a Decepticon. It stung, but I had been hit worse.

I couldn't help but chuckle.

"Ow'd Prime react when ya told 'em mah file was suddenly public." I asked. "Bet Red blew ah fuse."

"He was upset." He replied with a shrug. "But unsurprised by the charges. You should be honored. Red Alert spent the entire cycle trying to figure out who hacked the database."

"Wasn' 'acked." I said bluntly and the mech smirked. "They know ya as guilty as meh?"

"They don't know anything. As far as anyone is concerned, you're the guilty one." He purred and I lunged at him again.

Had this been back in Praxus, before the War when I was still a king on top of my criminal empire, He would have won.

Had it been when I was a Decepticon, I might have.

But as an Autobot, we had taught each other and had both improved even more. Few could last long in a sparring match against either one of us if we put effort into the fight.

But now? Now it was a life and death fight.

I had nothing to lose, and He had everything.

I caught him in a helm lock, his own knife against his throat and braced to slice open fluid lines.

"If Ah'm goin' down, Ya commin' with meh." I hissed into his audio before accessing my own stash of secrets.

The song cut out with a hiss of static before there was a shuffling sound played over the speakers. There was a creak, like someone leaning back in a chair not meant to be tilted.

"Only 87%? Prowl, ya normally get closer than tha."

"Of all the mech's he was the next most likely."

His voice was the same it always was. Strong, solid, emotionless.

He tensed as I kept a grip on the knife.

"Tha's wha' ya said bout tha' last three Ah off'ed, An' tah leak's still out there mech. Ah need somethin' bett'a then 86%."

"That's all I have Jazz. You'll have to make it work."

"Prowl, this is Mirage weh talkin' bout. 'Ee's ah good mech an' if 'ee's innocent weh can't afford tah loose 'em."

"And if he betrays us? Yes he's good and that's the problem. He knows far too much about us if he decided to betray the Autobots. Make it work."

"Ha. Make it work. 'Ow many ya plan on offin' befo' tah glitch spooks and weh overrun with cons?"

"As many as it takes."

His voice was quieter as he turned away from me.

"He knows we're looking for him. He's bound to make a mistake and when he does, I'll be ready for him. He won't know what hit him."

"Old on. Wha' ya mean as many as it takes. Ya said ya'd narrowed it down tah 'alf ah dozen. Half those mechs are mine! Ah trained 'em mahself!"

"Which is why this is so hard. You taught them too well. We have to find the traitor, you know that as well as I do. Prime's not strong enough to give the orders himself. Don't worry. I have everything under control. Trust me."

"Don' 'ave much of ah choice anymore do Ah?"

The audio cut out and I could feel how stiff Prowl was.

"Worried yet?" I asked quietly, keeping the blade tight against his throat.

"You haven't done anything. You're still guilty." Prowl hissed but I could feel him trembling.

He didn't think I'd have anything on him.

They had swept my place and erased everything.

But he didn't think I would have the file on me.

"Ah never denied tha'." I said easily as the rifles charged around me. But the guard's attention had shifted. I could sense the way they eyed Prowl in confusion. The quiet murmurs from the crowd. "But Ah ain't tah only monster. An' ya not gettin' rid o' meh tha' easily."

I still haven't been shot yet. I guess the information flooding all the news stations had caught them off guard.

Prowl may be good at organising data but I was the one that collected it. It may not be as neat of a datapack but it would do the job.

I sent him a file download countdown and I could feel the way he got tenser and tenser as the virus flooded the network.

"Stop it and I'll spare your life." He snapped over an old comm frequency. "Stop it now."

I grinned at him.

"Ya don' tell meh wah tah do. Not any mo'."

"Shoot him!" He yelled, still not moving against the knife. "If someone gets a shot take it!"

I knew nobody would shoot, most of them were civilians because Prowl made sure no Autobots were in positions of authority for my execution. Didn't want anyone getting in the way of the unavoidable.

"Give up Jazz, you will offline this orn." Prowl ordered and I laughed.

"Ah know." I replied easily and his doorwings twitched in confusion. "But it won' beh on ya terms."

I kicked him away from me hard and before he even had a chance to turn around, a bullet had slammed into my frame.

But not before I tore the knife across my own throat.

I was already falling when the bullet struck me but I didn't feel anything other than the rasp of air escaping where it shouldn't and warm fluid pouring over my chassis.

Prowl's optics went wide in alarm and bared my fangs at him in a grin.

"Naa… on… yaa… termssss…" I hissed before everything faded to black.

But not before I heard someone say those sweet, sweet words.

"Prowl of Praxus, you are under arrest for violation of the Autobot Code."

Like i said, just something to write. Hope you like it and if any TMJ fans found this, I'm moving so life is a mess.

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