Challenge complete!
Part 6 of 6 for the prowlxjazzchristmas challenge. Not what I was planning on writing but the geologist and the medic were having a hissy fit and refusing to play ball.
Title: Fire and water
Setting: G1
Rating: PG
Warning: None really.
Summary: Prowl isn't really the cool, calm and emotionless mech he seems.
He hated Prime, truly and deeply hated him. And Megatron, but that went without saying; after all he was the enemy. One was expected to hate ones enemies, one was not supposed to hate ones leader in the same way. He worked hard to keep the hatred from showing though; he wore the mask of emotionless logic so easily these orn that it sometimes seemed to him that he had indeed become that which he pretended so hard to be.
Some times, in the dark while he endured the waiting, he speculated about what would happen if he allowed his true feelings to show. It afforded him a glimmer of amusement imagining the reactions of those he worked with, those who thought they knew him and those who thought he was incapable of an unreasoned, illogical thought or action. He was, after all, just as mortal as the next mech, subject to the same desires and fears. They who wore the same brand as he did would never know how deep his emotions ran, how hot the flames of passion and love burned in his lines. Only one truly knew him, only one mech knew how much his spark burned with hatred and disgust at the rest of their species. They both yearned for peace, for a time when they could be together without worrying if their next leave taking would be their last.
Fear fanned the flames of his hatred as Prime’s voice ceased and the mech he’d been addressing nodded gravely, indicating he understood his leader’s orders. With the habit created from vorns of acting he stilled the instinctive clench of hands into fists and the protest died stillborn in his vocaliser. Not a twitch registered on his face or a flicker in his optics betrayed him, the storm was compressed and contained in his spark, and there it raged a towering inferno of emotion that could reduce both factions to ashes if it were ever unleashed.
The touch of his lover stilled the storm; if he was fire and rage, his beloved was the cool water and tranquillity. Black fingers curled around a white hand and he felt himself being tugged out of the now empty briefing room towards their quarters.
Much later he lay on his back, the fire of hate damped to a dull glow by the love that rolled endlessly from the calm blue visor, contemplating yet another separation.
“Ya never really far away beloved,” Jazz drawled, all too easily reading his thoughts, “ya always in ma spark and I’m always in yours. Ain’t nothin’ can pull us apart.”
“I know,” he whispered “but I need you. There’s always the possibility.”
Jazz silenced that thought with a searing kiss, “I love you Prowl, with all that I am, all that I ever was and all that I’ll ever be. No one and nothing in the universe is gonna come between us.”
“For I am persuaded, that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor powers, nor things present, nor things to come, nor height, nor depth, nor any other creature, shall be able to separate us.” He quoted softly “Humans believe love to be this powerful and I think they’re right, I swear that what ever happens I’ll still love you Jazz.”
Title: Fire and water
Setting: G1
Rating: PG
Warning: None really.
Summary: Prowl isn't really the cool, calm and emotionless mech he seems.
He hated Prime, truly and deeply hated him. And Megatron, but that went without saying; after all he was the enemy. One was expected to hate ones enemies, one was not supposed to hate ones leader in the same way. He worked hard to keep the hatred from showing though; he wore the mask of emotionless logic so easily these orn that it sometimes seemed to him that he had indeed become that which he pretended so hard to be.
Some times, in the dark while he endured the waiting, he speculated about what would happen if he allowed his true feelings to show. It afforded him a glimmer of amusement imagining the reactions of those he worked with, those who thought they knew him and those who thought he was incapable of an unreasoned, illogical thought or action. He was, after all, just as mortal as the next mech, subject to the same desires and fears. They who wore the same brand as he did would never know how deep his emotions ran, how hot the flames of passion and love burned in his lines. Only one truly knew him, only one mech knew how much his spark burned with hatred and disgust at the rest of their species. They both yearned for peace, for a time when they could be together without worrying if their next leave taking would be their last.
Fear fanned the flames of his hatred as Prime’s voice ceased and the mech he’d been addressing nodded gravely, indicating he understood his leader’s orders. With the habit created from vorns of acting he stilled the instinctive clench of hands into fists and the protest died stillborn in his vocaliser. Not a twitch registered on his face or a flicker in his optics betrayed him, the storm was compressed and contained in his spark, and there it raged a towering inferno of emotion that could reduce both factions to ashes if it were ever unleashed.
The touch of his lover stilled the storm; if he was fire and rage, his beloved was the cool water and tranquillity. Black fingers curled around a white hand and he felt himself being tugged out of the now empty briefing room towards their quarters.
Much later he lay on his back, the fire of hate damped to a dull glow by the love that rolled endlessly from the calm blue visor, contemplating yet another separation.
“Ya never really far away beloved,” Jazz drawled, all too easily reading his thoughts, “ya always in ma spark and I’m always in yours. Ain’t nothin’ can pull us apart.”
“I know,” he whispered “but I need you. There’s always the possibility.”
Jazz silenced that thought with a searing kiss, “I love you Prowl, with all that I am, all that I ever was and all that I’ll ever be. No one and nothing in the universe is gonna come between us.”
“For I am persuaded, that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor powers, nor things present, nor things to come, nor height, nor depth, nor any other creature, shall be able to separate us.” He quoted softly “Humans believe love to be this powerful and I think they’re right, I swear that what ever happens I’ll still love you Jazz.”