< Transformers > My Spot
Title: My Spot
Chapter: NA
Authors: crazedwolf and cloud_sama
Rating: G? Yeah, that sounds good.
Series: Transformers (G1 Based)
Characters: Prowl, Jazz, Bluestreak, Lambos
Warnings: Ah...no real warnings that I can think of.
Summary: Promises are forever.
Author's Notes:
Taking a break from “You and Me..Plus Two?” to write up some of the scenes we've played out just for fun. ;D
Comments and critique are love! Enjoy!
The youth sector had been getting more and more crowded as of late but, ever the patient bots, those in charge took it all in stride and welcomed the new comers with open arms. Many of the young bots that had been in the sector prior to the new arrivals were slowly adjusting to all the new faces, so to speak, many of them sticking to small groups.
Safety and comfort and numbers you know, now matter what time of day it was.
“Prowl,” a small voice whispered, servos holding onto the edge of one of the berths as a blue tinted visor poked up over the edge as well. The young bot in question stirred from his recharge, having been in a light one to begin with, optics flickering to life as he made an irritated sort of noise.
“What?” he grumbled, optics flickering irritably. The other young bot popped up a bit more, struggling a moment before hauling himself up onto the berth and scooting close to Prowl.
“Move o'va.”
“Why?”
“'Cause,” the other sparkling said and without another word he flopped down and wormed his way up against Prowl, little arms going around the other sparkling as his visor flickered some and a happy sound escaped his vents. A frown/pout appeared on Prowl's lip components and he tried to shove the other off but failed quite miserably. “My spot,” was his only response from the other sparkling. Prowl huffed some, trying once more to get the other off before he gave up, sagging down against his new berthmate in all his upset sparkling glory.
“Fine. Your spot. But--But only this time! No more!” he said, trying to be as authoritative as possible while squirming a bit to get comfortable and letting his optics dim. “Okay?”
Jazz let out a soft whimper, pouting up at his new berthmate. “No, forever.”
Prowl let out an exasperated sigh, relaxing in a defeated manner against Jazz. “Fine. Forever,” he mumbled.
“Promise?”
“Promise.”
“'Kay. Recharge good, Prowl.”
“...Recharge good, Jazz.”
-
“OW! Hey-Jazz! What's the big deal??” Bluestreak yelped as he was knocked out of his seat before he could completely sit down, Jazz hopping over the back of the makeshift couching and snagging it.
“Nothin' personal, Blue,” he mused, a grin on his lip components. Next to him, Prowl rolled his optics. “This is just my spot.”
Mumbling something, Bluestreak moved over to sit beside the twins (much to his dismay), leaving the two next-in-commands alone on the couch. Glancing over at the others, Prowl eased an arm around the back of Jazz's spot, the strategist relaxing a bit as he tilted his processor down, optics flickering back to the holo-vid.
“Your spot,” he murmured close to Jazz's audio receptor, those two words making the sub-commander's grin melt into a smile, his frame leaning into Prowl's a bit.
“Promise?”
“Promise.”
“And don't ya' forget it.”
Chapter: NA
Authors: crazedwolf and cloud_sama
Rating: G? Yeah, that sounds good.
Series: Transformers (G1 Based)
Characters: Prowl, Jazz, Bluestreak, Lambos
Warnings: Ah...no real warnings that I can think of.
Summary: Promises are forever.
Author's Notes:
Taking a break from “You and Me..Plus Two?” to write up some of the scenes we've played out just for fun. ;D
Comments and critique are love! Enjoy!
The youth sector had been getting more and more crowded as of late but, ever the patient bots, those in charge took it all in stride and welcomed the new comers with open arms. Many of the young bots that had been in the sector prior to the new arrivals were slowly adjusting to all the new faces, so to speak, many of them sticking to small groups.
Safety and comfort and numbers you know, now matter what time of day it was.
“Prowl,” a small voice whispered, servos holding onto the edge of one of the berths as a blue tinted visor poked up over the edge as well. The young bot in question stirred from his recharge, having been in a light one to begin with, optics flickering to life as he made an irritated sort of noise.
“What?” he grumbled, optics flickering irritably. The other young bot popped up a bit more, struggling a moment before hauling himself up onto the berth and scooting close to Prowl.
“Move o'va.”
“Why?”
“'Cause,” the other sparkling said and without another word he flopped down and wormed his way up against Prowl, little arms going around the other sparkling as his visor flickered some and a happy sound escaped his vents. A frown/pout appeared on Prowl's lip components and he tried to shove the other off but failed quite miserably. “My spot,” was his only response from the other sparkling. Prowl huffed some, trying once more to get the other off before he gave up, sagging down against his new berthmate in all his upset sparkling glory.
“Fine. Your spot. But--But only this time! No more!” he said, trying to be as authoritative as possible while squirming a bit to get comfortable and letting his optics dim. “Okay?”
Jazz let out a soft whimper, pouting up at his new berthmate. “No, forever.”
Prowl let out an exasperated sigh, relaxing in a defeated manner against Jazz. “Fine. Forever,” he mumbled.
“Promise?”
“Promise.”
“'Kay. Recharge good, Prowl.”
“...Recharge good, Jazz.”
-
“OW! Hey-Jazz! What's the big deal??” Bluestreak yelped as he was knocked out of his seat before he could completely sit down, Jazz hopping over the back of the makeshift couching and snagging it.
“Nothin' personal, Blue,” he mused, a grin on his lip components. Next to him, Prowl rolled his optics. “This is just my spot.”
Mumbling something, Bluestreak moved over to sit beside the twins (much to his dismay), leaving the two next-in-commands alone on the couch. Glancing over at the others, Prowl eased an arm around the back of Jazz's spot, the strategist relaxing a bit as he tilted his processor down, optics flickering back to the holo-vid.
“Your spot,” he murmured close to Jazz's audio receptor, those two words making the sub-commander's grin melt into a smile, his frame leaning into Prowl's a bit.
“Promise?”
“Promise.”
“And don't ya' forget it.”