Cold and Broken Hallelujah 3/?
Cold and Broken Hallelujah 3/?
Other parts:
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Rating: PG now, later ranging from PG-13 to NC-17
Warnings: mentions of turned on-ness.
Disclaimer: I do not own Prowl, Jazz or anything else. I just have the toys and comics. :(
Author's Notes: I'm posting early because I'm not sure if I'm going to have any time tomorrow or not. Hope no one minds!
Friends get first dibs.
Bluestreak watched the visored black and white mech saunter into the chapel. His older brother had mentioned the bot to him, almost pleading with Blue to let him know if this Jazz should show back up. It was highly unlike Prowl to take an interest in any one patron of the temple, so Blue agreed to keep an optic open, if only to sooth his own curiosity. But after one look at this mech, Bluestreak knew that this was no patron. He was dirty and dented, his white paneling stained a dingy yellow. His visor had a hair line crack at the left top corner and he was favoring one pede.
Blue twisted his faceplates in confusion. Why would his brother pick this mech to watch for? Why would Prowl be eager for his return? He watched the dirty mech prop himself up against the door jam and take in the entire room, arms crossed, injured leg held up behind him. There was a fluid ease to him movements, even with his limp. He seemed to secrete confidence despite his disheveled appearance and he kept a small smirk on his face.
Jazz finally seemed to notice Blue staring, though it was hard to tell with the visor, and waved before taking a seat in the back alcove, unsubspacing a cube of energon on the way. Bluestreak cast another suspicious glance in the bots direction (to which Jazz raised his glass and smirked infuriatingly) before turning away to seek out Prowl.
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Prowl heated his energon, relishing the warmth of the cube. The temperature had been steadily dropping which worried Prowl for a number of reasons. One, the church would soon begin to shut its doors at night, allowing only those who know the back entrance in for haven and two, Jazz had been gone for a few solar cycles now. He meandered his way into the living area of his quarters to find on the vid-screen a journalist was reporting on the string of thefts that were occurring throughout the city. Praxius was a relatively good neighborhood so thefts were rare, but not unheard of. How sad that someone must resort to stealing Prowl thought as he relaxed in his overly large lounge chair. Again Jazz's words filled his processor, "I'm sure that Primus has bestowed plenty for ya, but life is a lot different outside of these walls Prowl." It would seem that way.
"Enforcers are saying that no one was hurt in these crimes and that the only items taken were energon cubes." Prowl perked up, listening carefully. He had thought it to be odd that Jazz had brought his afternoon energon with him to the church, but it shouldn't have. He needed a place to stay for the night, why would Prowl have ever have thought that he would actually have a steady food source. His tanks plummeted as he thought about Jazz stealing to survive. No wonder the mech had reacted so violently to the thought of thanking Primus for his gifts, Jazz had gotten no gifts at all.
But underneath the feeling of sadness lay something Prowl didn't want to explore. He should be repulsed by Jazz's actions, but instead he found himself a little excited. He had never done anything more wild than allow a library book file to expire one cycle over the due date, but Jazz....he'd stolen, run from the law, he lived outside the realm of rules that Prowl was locked in. Prowl felt his faceplates heat up and a slight tingle between his thighs. Oh great Primus he was aroused at the thought of Jazz breaking the law.
The knock on his door nearly short circuited his CPU. He quickly regulated his intakes and shut of his vid-screen, seeing it as some kind of accessory to his deviance.
"Yes, yes, come in." Bluestreak stuck his head in the room, smiling slightly. Oh no, did he some how develop mind reading abilities?
"Hiya Prowler." No you idiot of course not. Now stop thinking. Prowl's grimace at the hated nickname make Blue giggle.
"I've asked you more times than I can keep track of to stop calling me that." Blue smiled winningly at his older sibling, pulling the hood to his robe back.
"Aw but Prowl someone has to keep you from being a total aft head." Prowl's optics widened and he reached out to swat at his brother's head, who darted out of the way laughing.
"Have you forgotten where we are?!" Bluestreak sighed dramatically, crossing his arms over his chest.
"How could I ever forget where we are? We are never anywhere else. And really Prowl, I severely doubt Primus care about such things. I think that he feels this whole church business is slag. He made us to be out and enjoying our life, not in here rusting away."
Prowl rubbed at the back of his helm. He felt like telling his little brother that what he had vocalized was exactly what he was thinking lately and that it was all brought on by this black and white trouble maker, but he settled for the easiest route. "What exactly did you need Blue?"
Bluestreak sighed, shaking his helm, "Avoiding the subject. I came to tell you that the bot you asked me to look out for is outside in the worship hall." Blue watched curiously as Prowl's face flushed with energon and how his doorwings fluttered a bit. "I don't understand why you care though, the guy is obviously in a bad life situation."
Prowl retrieved his robes from the closet and waved his brother's comment off. "All the more reason I should lend a hand, don't you think?" Prowl didn't wait for the answer, as soon as his robes were straight and his doorwings covered, he was holding the door open for Blue to leave.
"Jeez Prowler, in a hurry?" Prowl sighed and grabbed his brother's arm, guiding him out of his room. As soon as Bluestreak was half way down the hall, Prowl turned and hurried off to the main room. He stopped himself from skipping like a love sick sparkling, but he didn't stop the giddy smile that came with the thought of seeing Jazz.