You and Me..Plus Two?: Serenade
Title: You and Me...Plus Two?: Serenade
Chapter: 1/?
Authors: crazedwolf and cloud_sama
Rating: PG
Series: Transformers (Mostly G1 based with a hint of IDW)
Characters: Prowl, Jazz
Warnings: Nothing at current. :>
Summary: It was quite a dirty trick.
Author's Notes:
Greetings all! =D Been awhile since we posted something from the YaMPT universe but we've been planning a lot of things out in our absence from posting so I promise there will be a lot more on the way! But! Let's focus on this fic shall we? The oh so wonderful blind_foxx and I exchanged holiday requests with one another and this was hers:
A Prowl and Jazz sidefic from “You and Me...Plus Two?”
And who are we to deny her of something that fun? x3 Well, the idea has spawned into a multi-chaptered fic so here is your first taste of our this holiday gift to a real sweetheart!
Comments and critique are love! And we hope you enjoy!
One would think, in a war against the last of your race on a far-distant planet, that paperwork would be the last thing on the minds of the soldiers. This was not true with the Autobots, no matter how much their leader might wish it were.
It was the subject of paperwork that brought the second officer to the office door of the firsts. A light, rhythmic rap of metallic knuckles was heard, and Jazz waited only a moment before he entered, uninterested whether or not Prowl actually cared for his presence. In his servos was a stack of datapads.
"Hey, I got Prime to finish the daily reports from the last few months. They need your approval," He informed the other, setting the nearly towering stack on the surface of his desk.
Glancing up from the datapads he had been looking over, Prowl's expression was unreadable, as always, optic-ridge quirking just a touch as he glanced from the 'new arrivals' to Jazz himself.
"...I am half tempted to inquire as to how you got him to finish them but, as some would say, I will not look a gift horse in the mouth," he commented, digits tapping a few things on the datapad he had been working on before he set it aside and reached for the new stack. "Thank you."
"You gonna do 'em now?" the other inquired casually, glancing about the room for a seat.
"...That was the plan, yes," Prowl said as he tossed a glance at Jazz, optics flickering slightly. "Is there something else I can assist you with?"
"Nah, just thought I'd stick around and wait, since I have to file them anyhow," He responded with a slight shrug as he pulled a seat from the corner of the office to sit before the desk. One elbow joint was propped up on the edge of the metal surface, his chin resting in his palm as he watched the logi-bot work.
If he was annoyed with the sudden guest he found himself with, Prowl didn't let it show.
"Fair enough," was the reply before he focused on the datapads, easily blocking out the presence of the other mech as he began to read and sign them, optics drifting over the contents as his digits tapped here and there. Jazz was never one to be ignored or blocked out though; he knew how to get anyone's attention.
"So. Femmes or mechs?"
There was a slight pause in the logi-bot's motions and a distinct marring of his expression though he didn't look up.
"Excuse me?"
"I've just been wondering lately, with Ratchet and Wheeljack hooking up and a few others," he shrugged, leaning back in his seat now. "We've been working together for vorns, now could be a good time to actually learn about each other."
"....You see this as an appropriate work conversation?" Prowl said with a full-on frown now, optics not moving quite as diligently over the contents of the datapads now...
Almost as if he was a bit thrown off.
"Maybe not, but I don't think our boss is gonna reprimand us for it." a smirk lit his face a touch at the thought of Prime learning what they were talking about. He also imagined the commander sitting down to have gossip time with them.
"So which is it? Femmes or mechs? Or maybe both?"
Digits halted as Prowl tensed very faintly, optics snapping up to look at Jazz as he gave the other a reprimanding sort of glare.
"I am busy, Jazz, and I would very much appreciate being left alone while I finished going over these. I will contact you when I am finished." Jazz sighed, optics rolling behind his visor.
"No need to get touchy. I'll share first. I like both. They're both so different... Femmes are curvaceous, gentle, small and easy to hold on to... But mechs, they're strong, they understand without words, we're on the level, you know?"
It was quite clear to the logi-bot that Jazz was not getting the hint, an annoyed sigh slipping through his vents as he steeled himself, optics dropping back to the datapads as he began to go over them again in an attempt to block out the chatterbox. Since the signal was given that he wasn't going to get a violent reaction, Jazz pressed on.
"Of course, there are some curvy mechs, and there are some hardcore femmes, but you find what you like. The advantage to mechs is that you don't have to dote on them. You show interest, continue affection through touches or glances, small actions... femmes like to hear you say it all the time, public displays of affection, material tokens of love, sweet nothings in their audios... Gets kinda complicated," he frowned a touch, glancing off to the side in thought.
"Complicated?" Prowl said before he could stop himself, optics offlining briefly as he mentally cursed himself for admitting he was paying attention..considering he himself hadn't even realized he was.
"Of course. You get a femme the wrong thing and she gets offended." It took all the control Jazz had not to let the smile of triumph show on his face when Prowl showed his interest.
By that point in the conversation Prowl's digits were tapping the datapads in an almost absent minded sort of way, the logi-bot not really even reading anymore as he made haste to get them finished so Jazz could get out.
Something about the conversation just had him all shades of uncomfortable.
"...Of course."
"Mechs don't care, or if they do they don't let it show," he continued. "At least in my experience."
A noise escaped the logi-bot as he slid another datapad off the pile and in the next moment reached for another, and then another, trying to take his time and make it look good but failing miserably at the same time.
"Sounds like you have quite a lot of experience."
...Why couldn't he just stop talking?
"Not as much as you'd think. I just like analyzing interactions," he replied casually. "What about you?"
"I would rather not speak of my time outside of work," came the curt reply, Prowl reaching for yet another datapad.
"Between friends, Prowl," Jazz encouraged.
There was a brief pause in the white mech's actions as he shot Jazz a look.
"At current, I am working therefore this is a work environment."
"But you're always working, so we're going to call this a casual work environment and let it slide."
"No, we are not," he said flatly, resuming his work, almost done with the stack.
Thankfully.
"Then just answer the original question, and we'll leave it at that."
Digits curling slightly, and only briefly, Prowl let out a push of air through his vents as his optics offlined in a moment of concentration, the logi-bot gathering himself before allowing his optics to come back on, the mech diligently going back to work.
"What I prefer is my business and mine alone. Now if you would please refrain from making any further comments, I am almost finished."
Jazz was silent for a moment, watching what Prowl was doing carefully from behind his visor.
"Why don't you ever open up?" he asked finally, leaning forward again. "What would it hurt to let someone in?"
"I have my work, that is enough for me."
"Your work can't appreciate you."
"Why do you care?" Prowl said rather suddenly and sharply for that matter, setting the second to last datapad aside before pausing once more, fixing Jazz with an irritated look.
The sudden question made Jazz pause, but not for long. "Because we're comrades and friends. Aren't we?"
"We are comrades, yes, but as I said before this entire conversation is not what I would consider proper for a work environment." There was a distinct note of anger lingering in the usually collected bot's voice as he reached for the last datapad, optics scanning over it quickly before he tapped a few things.
"There. I have looked them over. You can go now."
The thought occurred to Jazz that he should abandon his scheme then and there and try again another day. It was seriously weighing in his processor, but then he remembered that no wasn't an option, and he wasn't a quitter.
"And you can come with me."
“Excuse me?”
Jazz thumbed down a bit in the stack and pulled out the third to last datapad, presenting it to Prowl. "This is yours signature, right?"
Prowl's frown deepened as he looked at the datapad, optics skimming over it as he actually read it this time and when he did..
His optics snapped up to look at Jazz, an expression that was a mix of shock and annoyance appearing on his faceplate.
"You..that..."
"You signed. That means you agreed," Jazz grinned, making no effort to hide his pleasure in his victory.
Oh was Prowl fuming.
"I have things I need to do, I do not have time to go out drinking with you," he said in a matter-of-factly type tone.
"Oh come on, a few drinks with me won't kill you, Prowl," Jazz insisted boredly. "Besides, you already agreed, and you know well enough that I won't leave you be until you come. In fact, I might get Prime in on it if you keep protesting."
Prowl tensed a bit at the mention of Prime; that was honestly the last thing he wanted. A long moment passed as he stared at the other mech, expression going blank as his optics narrowed just a bit, a clear sign he was thinking about something...
"...Fine," he finally ground out, looking defeated but trying to keep up an appearance. "A few drinks, that is it."
A gentle touch on his forearm would bring Prowl's attention to the other bot's face, where he would find a soft, reassuring smile.
"Relax. It'll be fun." The logi-bot's first reaction was to pull away but something made him pause, if only briefly, as his gaze met Jazz's.
"So you say," Prowl murmured in response as he pushed his seat back and stood, breaking the contact. "After you."
Chapter: 1/?
Authors: crazedwolf and cloud_sama
Rating: PG
Series: Transformers (Mostly G1 based with a hint of IDW)
Characters: Prowl, Jazz
Warnings: Nothing at current. :>
Summary: It was quite a dirty trick.
Author's Notes:
Greetings all! =D Been awhile since we posted something from the YaMPT universe but we've been planning a lot of things out in our absence from posting so I promise there will be a lot more on the way! But! Let's focus on this fic shall we? The oh so wonderful blind_foxx and I exchanged holiday requests with one another and this was hers:
A Prowl and Jazz sidefic from “You and Me...Plus Two?”
And who are we to deny her of something that fun? x3 Well, the idea has spawned into a multi-chaptered fic so here is your first taste of our this holiday gift to a real sweetheart!
Comments and critique are love! And we hope you enjoy!
One would think, in a war against the last of your race on a far-distant planet, that paperwork would be the last thing on the minds of the soldiers. This was not true with the Autobots, no matter how much their leader might wish it were.
It was the subject of paperwork that brought the second officer to the office door of the firsts. A light, rhythmic rap of metallic knuckles was heard, and Jazz waited only a moment before he entered, uninterested whether or not Prowl actually cared for his presence. In his servos was a stack of datapads.
"Hey, I got Prime to finish the daily reports from the last few months. They need your approval," He informed the other, setting the nearly towering stack on the surface of his desk.
Glancing up from the datapads he had been looking over, Prowl's expression was unreadable, as always, optic-ridge quirking just a touch as he glanced from the 'new arrivals' to Jazz himself.
"...I am half tempted to inquire as to how you got him to finish them but, as some would say, I will not look a gift horse in the mouth," he commented, digits tapping a few things on the datapad he had been working on before he set it aside and reached for the new stack. "Thank you."
"You gonna do 'em now?" the other inquired casually, glancing about the room for a seat.
"...That was the plan, yes," Prowl said as he tossed a glance at Jazz, optics flickering slightly. "Is there something else I can assist you with?"
"Nah, just thought I'd stick around and wait, since I have to file them anyhow," He responded with a slight shrug as he pulled a seat from the corner of the office to sit before the desk. One elbow joint was propped up on the edge of the metal surface, his chin resting in his palm as he watched the logi-bot work.
If he was annoyed with the sudden guest he found himself with, Prowl didn't let it show.
"Fair enough," was the reply before he focused on the datapads, easily blocking out the presence of the other mech as he began to read and sign them, optics drifting over the contents as his digits tapped here and there. Jazz was never one to be ignored or blocked out though; he knew how to get anyone's attention.
"So. Femmes or mechs?"
There was a slight pause in the logi-bot's motions and a distinct marring of his expression though he didn't look up.
"Excuse me?"
"I've just been wondering lately, with Ratchet and Wheeljack hooking up and a few others," he shrugged, leaning back in his seat now. "We've been working together for vorns, now could be a good time to actually learn about each other."
"....You see this as an appropriate work conversation?" Prowl said with a full-on frown now, optics not moving quite as diligently over the contents of the datapads now...
Almost as if he was a bit thrown off.
"Maybe not, but I don't think our boss is gonna reprimand us for it." a smirk lit his face a touch at the thought of Prime learning what they were talking about. He also imagined the commander sitting down to have gossip time with them.
"So which is it? Femmes or mechs? Or maybe both?"
Digits halted as Prowl tensed very faintly, optics snapping up to look at Jazz as he gave the other a reprimanding sort of glare.
"I am busy, Jazz, and I would very much appreciate being left alone while I finished going over these. I will contact you when I am finished." Jazz sighed, optics rolling behind his visor.
"No need to get touchy. I'll share first. I like both. They're both so different... Femmes are curvaceous, gentle, small and easy to hold on to... But mechs, they're strong, they understand without words, we're on the level, you know?"
It was quite clear to the logi-bot that Jazz was not getting the hint, an annoyed sigh slipping through his vents as he steeled himself, optics dropping back to the datapads as he began to go over them again in an attempt to block out the chatterbox. Since the signal was given that he wasn't going to get a violent reaction, Jazz pressed on.
"Of course, there are some curvy mechs, and there are some hardcore femmes, but you find what you like. The advantage to mechs is that you don't have to dote on them. You show interest, continue affection through touches or glances, small actions... femmes like to hear you say it all the time, public displays of affection, material tokens of love, sweet nothings in their audios... Gets kinda complicated," he frowned a touch, glancing off to the side in thought.
"Complicated?" Prowl said before he could stop himself, optics offlining briefly as he mentally cursed himself for admitting he was paying attention..considering he himself hadn't even realized he was.
"Of course. You get a femme the wrong thing and she gets offended." It took all the control Jazz had not to let the smile of triumph show on his face when Prowl showed his interest.
By that point in the conversation Prowl's digits were tapping the datapads in an almost absent minded sort of way, the logi-bot not really even reading anymore as he made haste to get them finished so Jazz could get out.
Something about the conversation just had him all shades of uncomfortable.
"...Of course."
"Mechs don't care, or if they do they don't let it show," he continued. "At least in my experience."
A noise escaped the logi-bot as he slid another datapad off the pile and in the next moment reached for another, and then another, trying to take his time and make it look good but failing miserably at the same time.
"Sounds like you have quite a lot of experience."
...Why couldn't he just stop talking?
"Not as much as you'd think. I just like analyzing interactions," he replied casually. "What about you?"
"I would rather not speak of my time outside of work," came the curt reply, Prowl reaching for yet another datapad.
"Between friends, Prowl," Jazz encouraged.
There was a brief pause in the white mech's actions as he shot Jazz a look.
"At current, I am working therefore this is a work environment."
"But you're always working, so we're going to call this a casual work environment and let it slide."
"No, we are not," he said flatly, resuming his work, almost done with the stack.
Thankfully.
"Then just answer the original question, and we'll leave it at that."
Digits curling slightly, and only briefly, Prowl let out a push of air through his vents as his optics offlined in a moment of concentration, the logi-bot gathering himself before allowing his optics to come back on, the mech diligently going back to work.
"What I prefer is my business and mine alone. Now if you would please refrain from making any further comments, I am almost finished."
Jazz was silent for a moment, watching what Prowl was doing carefully from behind his visor.
"Why don't you ever open up?" he asked finally, leaning forward again. "What would it hurt to let someone in?"
"I have my work, that is enough for me."
"Your work can't appreciate you."
"Why do you care?" Prowl said rather suddenly and sharply for that matter, setting the second to last datapad aside before pausing once more, fixing Jazz with an irritated look.
The sudden question made Jazz pause, but not for long. "Because we're comrades and friends. Aren't we?"
"We are comrades, yes, but as I said before this entire conversation is not what I would consider proper for a work environment." There was a distinct note of anger lingering in the usually collected bot's voice as he reached for the last datapad, optics scanning over it quickly before he tapped a few things.
"There. I have looked them over. You can go now."
The thought occurred to Jazz that he should abandon his scheme then and there and try again another day. It was seriously weighing in his processor, but then he remembered that no wasn't an option, and he wasn't a quitter.
"And you can come with me."
“Excuse me?”
Jazz thumbed down a bit in the stack and pulled out the third to last datapad, presenting it to Prowl. "This is yours signature, right?"
Prowl's frown deepened as he looked at the datapad, optics skimming over it as he actually read it this time and when he did..
His optics snapped up to look at Jazz, an expression that was a mix of shock and annoyance appearing on his faceplate.
"You..that..."
"You signed. That means you agreed," Jazz grinned, making no effort to hide his pleasure in his victory.
Oh was Prowl fuming.
"I have things I need to do, I do not have time to go out drinking with you," he said in a matter-of-factly type tone.
"Oh come on, a few drinks with me won't kill you, Prowl," Jazz insisted boredly. "Besides, you already agreed, and you know well enough that I won't leave you be until you come. In fact, I might get Prime in on it if you keep protesting."
Prowl tensed a bit at the mention of Prime; that was honestly the last thing he wanted. A long moment passed as he stared at the other mech, expression going blank as his optics narrowed just a bit, a clear sign he was thinking about something...
"...Fine," he finally ground out, looking defeated but trying to keep up an appearance. "A few drinks, that is it."
A gentle touch on his forearm would bring Prowl's attention to the other bot's face, where he would find a soft, reassuring smile.
"Relax. It'll be fun." The logi-bot's first reaction was to pull away but something made him pause, if only briefly, as his gaze met Jazz's.
"So you say," Prowl murmured in response as he pushed his seat back and stood, breaking the contact. "After you."