My muse hates me!!!
So having pounced on this prompt it's now given me less than half a fic and then went A.W.O.L. Feel free to continue this how ever you want.
Title: Prisoner of war
Setting: G1
Rating: PG-13 for implied nastiness off screen
Characters:Jazz, Vortex, Sideswipe, Sunstreaker
Summary: post battle and Vortex is in the Ark's brig, with someone who's adept at bending the rules.
Vortex grinned at the two Autobots guarding his cell, the dents and scrapes over his face gave the grin a deranged look which irritated Sunstreaker and Sideswipe no end. He’d already driven off three sets of guards and was amusing himself by seeing if he could get rid of the twins faster than he’d driven off the two minibots, Sideswipe growled and swapped out a hand for a pile driver looking intent on adding to the buckled plates their prisoner had acquired during the brief but fierce fight that had landed him in the Ark’s brig.
“Easy ‘Sides” Jazz said as he sauntered into the brig, “I know ya’d like ta frag him over fer what he did ta Bluestreak but he’s a POW now and technically ya can’t.”
“A what?” Sunstreaker demanded not taking his optics off Vortex.
“A prisoner of war, some one who tries ta kill ya, fails and then asks you not ta kill him.” Jazz explained as he dropped into one of the chairs opposite the cell.
Both twins snorted at that, and Jazz grinned.
“yeah I know, but we’re guests of the humans and they have some strange ideas about how ta treat a captured enemy.” He cocked his head on one side looking steadily at Vortex, “tell ya what why don’t you two go blow off some steam outside, I’ll keep an optic on him.”
The twins grumbled and glared at Vortex who waived cheerfully at them as they stalked out, they knew and order from Jazz even when it wasn’t phrased like an order.
Jazz watched them go and then turned back to lock optics with Vortex, his smile had a hard and chilling edge to it now, “Of course, he added casually “the rules on treatment of POW’s don’t always apply, even in those countries who’ve signed all the treaties and such.”
Vortex looked at that smile and the bright visor and suddenly wished that the twins would come back, Jazz’s face wore the same look of anticipation that he himself felt when he had a new victim to play with and he didn’t think the saboteur gave a broken memory chip about the rules either.
Title: Prisoner of war
Setting: G1
Rating: PG-13 for implied nastiness off screen
Characters:Jazz, Vortex, Sideswipe, Sunstreaker
Summary: post battle and Vortex is in the Ark's brig, with someone who's adept at bending the rules.
Vortex grinned at the two Autobots guarding his cell, the dents and scrapes over his face gave the grin a deranged look which irritated Sunstreaker and Sideswipe no end. He’d already driven off three sets of guards and was amusing himself by seeing if he could get rid of the twins faster than he’d driven off the two minibots, Sideswipe growled and swapped out a hand for a pile driver looking intent on adding to the buckled plates their prisoner had acquired during the brief but fierce fight that had landed him in the Ark’s brig.
“Easy ‘Sides” Jazz said as he sauntered into the brig, “I know ya’d like ta frag him over fer what he did ta Bluestreak but he’s a POW now and technically ya can’t.”
“A what?” Sunstreaker demanded not taking his optics off Vortex.
“A prisoner of war, some one who tries ta kill ya, fails and then asks you not ta kill him.” Jazz explained as he dropped into one of the chairs opposite the cell.
Both twins snorted at that, and Jazz grinned.
“yeah I know, but we’re guests of the humans and they have some strange ideas about how ta treat a captured enemy.” He cocked his head on one side looking steadily at Vortex, “tell ya what why don’t you two go blow off some steam outside, I’ll keep an optic on him.”
The twins grumbled and glared at Vortex who waived cheerfully at them as they stalked out, they knew and order from Jazz even when it wasn’t phrased like an order.
Jazz watched them go and then turned back to lock optics with Vortex, his smile had a hard and chilling edge to it now, “Of course, he added casually “the rules on treatment of POW’s don’t always apply, even in those countries who’ve signed all the treaties and such.”
Vortex looked at that smile and the bright visor and suddenly wished that the twins would come back, Jazz’s face wore the same look of anticipation that he himself felt when he had a new victim to play with and he didn’t think the saboteur gave a broken memory chip about the rules either.