Title: Holding Out For A Hero Bonus Scene # 9 - Compass Rites 2
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairings: Jazz, Mirage, various others - some canon some not.
Warnings: The death of a major character acknowledged
Universe: WW and G1 mix
Disclaimer: I, in no way, shape, or form, own the Transformers© franchise or the characters it contains. They belong to Has/Tak, No infringement intended. Nor do I have any claim to the songs used.
Summary: His processors and battle computer destined him for the Autobot Tactical Corps, but Prowl has always belonged to Special Ops.
A/N: Look, I know a lot of readers wanted to see a lot more of the twins and Prowl’s relationship, however it has been pointed out a couple of times during the various bonus scenes that the three of them are pretty hush hush about their activities together. Apparently this author is included in that hush, hush stuff. I have spent a week trying to get an extra scene down on paper, but the three are not cooperating. At all. So, after a week of no cooperation on the parts of the characters I realize we aren’t going to see more. Everyone is just going to have to use their imaginations.
Now, here is the final bonus scene I did have written for this. It’s short, but hopefully you find it appropriate. Before you read though, I would like to mention that I really hate the events of the 1986 movie. I certainly didn’t understand “why” at the time; (big stupid fragging toy commercial). Even so, in most of my writing that goes to that point, I acknowledge it happened.
HOFAH - Bonus Scenes #8 - Earth - Alt Mode HOFAH - Bonus Scenes # 9 - The Compass Rites 2
Timeframe is just after the events of the 1986 G1 movie
Fate has bespoken,
one of our circle,
we call to our fellows,
gone on before.
This night we rally,
we vouch for his honor,
we vouch for his courage,
we vouch for his spark; it was that of a hero.
We call to our fellows,
as eternal night falls,
and the Matrix calls,
rally, remember his name.
The singing chant ended and Jazz looked at Mirage in silent offer one more time. The slender blue and white nodded at Jazz from where he huddled within the green arms of his bulkier mate. Jazz nodded back; then slowly he stepped up to the wall and painted the glyphs of Prowl’s name.
“Prowl” chorused the assembled mechs.
~*~* The End *~*~