[TF Fic] Do Not Cease to Drink
Title: Do Not Cease to Drink
Characters: Optimus Prime(/Elita One), Jazz
Rating: G
Word Count: 300+
Summary: After winning a battle against the Decepticons, Jazz comes to drag Optimus to the victory party.
Do Not Cease to Drink
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"Come on, Optimus!" Jazz slung himself around the door-frame and into the Autobot command center. "We won today! We didn't just win, we knocked back the Decepticons almost two years in terms of gathered energy!"
Optimus was so used to the motion, he didn't even look away from contemplation of the map of Earth. "I know, Jazz."
"There's a party in the mess! Prowl even said I could disable the rationing software on the dispensers."
"I know. I told him to do that." His troops deserved this party. It was one of the biggest blows they'd struck against the Decepticons since they reopened contact with Cybertron.
"Come on," Jazz said again, grabbing his hand. "Boss-mech, you need this."
Jazz was one of the few mechs who would touch him without hesitation. Optimus wasn't surprised the spy thought he needed this; Jazz was always attuned to Autobot morale. If he thought Optimus should put in an appearance, then he probably should.
He would have expected Bumblebee to do it, but the minibot was crouched in Medical around Spike, waiting for the human to wake up from the sleep gas Megatron had used.
That had sent Bumblebee into a frenzy, seeing Spike collapse and lie still on the street. For Optimus, though, it had been the simple hologram of Shockwave with shards of pink battlesteel covering his upper fingers. He had fought like a demon to reach the space-bridge and when he had gotten through, he had sent an all-points broadcast across the planet. He'd had to know.
She'd answered. Barely a whisper, but Elita One was safe.
As safe as could be expected, running a guerilla campaign on the edge of starvation.
"One cube," Optimus said quietly. "That's all, Jazz."
He couldn't share his fuel with Elita tonight, but he didn't have to guzzle before her memory either.
-End-
Seven Heavenly Virtues finished!
Characters: Optimus Prime(/Elita One), Jazz
Rating: G
Word Count: 300+
Summary: After winning a battle against the Decepticons, Jazz comes to drag Optimus to the victory party.
Do Not Cease to Drink
***
"Come on, Optimus!" Jazz slung himself around the door-frame and into the Autobot command center. "We won today! We didn't just win, we knocked back the Decepticons almost two years in terms of gathered energy!"
Optimus was so used to the motion, he didn't even look away from contemplation of the map of Earth. "I know, Jazz."
"There's a party in the mess! Prowl even said I could disable the rationing software on the dispensers."
"I know. I told him to do that." His troops deserved this party. It was one of the biggest blows they'd struck against the Decepticons since they reopened contact with Cybertron.
"Come on," Jazz said again, grabbing his hand. "Boss-mech, you need this."
Jazz was one of the few mechs who would touch him without hesitation. Optimus wasn't surprised the spy thought he needed this; Jazz was always attuned to Autobot morale. If he thought Optimus should put in an appearance, then he probably should.
He would have expected Bumblebee to do it, but the minibot was crouched in Medical around Spike, waiting for the human to wake up from the sleep gas Megatron had used.
That had sent Bumblebee into a frenzy, seeing Spike collapse and lie still on the street. For Optimus, though, it had been the simple hologram of Shockwave with shards of pink battlesteel covering his upper fingers. He had fought like a demon to reach the space-bridge and when he had gotten through, he had sent an all-points broadcast across the planet. He'd had to know.
She'd answered. Barely a whisper, but Elita One was safe.
As safe as could be expected, running a guerilla campaign on the edge of starvation.
"One cube," Optimus said quietly. "That's all, Jazz."
He couldn't share his fuel with Elita tonight, but he didn't have to guzzle before her memory either.
-End-
Seven Heavenly Virtues finished!