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Title: Salvation (Chapter 1: Ambushed)
Rating: T
Pairing/Characters: Jazz, Prowl, The Seeker trio
Warnings: none? It's not slash yet... pre-slash maybe?
Series: G1
My first fic with a 'normal' slash pairing. I think I'm going to mark this night on my calendar.
Disclaimer: Transformers do not belong to me.
A/N: Written for NineCrow (at fanfiction.net) who requested a Prowl/Jazz/purge fic. This fic will have two (three at most) more chapters. Like always, tell me of my mistakes and they will be fixed as soon as possible.
"talking"
/comm/
(line)-change of location
Ambushed
One more step. That was all he could think about at the moment. Just one more step. And one more step. And one more step. Over and over again. Because if he thought of anything else his resolve would crumble. Willpower alone wouldn’t save them… Not if he couldn’t concentrate.
The sound of jet engines were getting closer and Jazz cursed. He knew his distraction wouldn’t last forever, but he’d hoped to have more time. If he could get to the forest maybe they stood a chance. He griped harder the unconscious form of his best friend and concentrated in reaching his goal. On step before the other. One more step. He was almost there and hopefully the trees would cover them. Just one more slagging step and…
Guns fired and Jazz only thought of protecting the unconscious mech. Without thinking, the Porsche threw the mech he’d been carrying far enough to reach their planned cover. He followed after his friend, jumping on top of him. Willing to be the one to take the shots fired in their direction.
Primus finally smiled on them because none of the shots hit them. He could hear the triad returning and he hurried to drag both he and his friend inside the woods. When Starscream, Thundecracker and Skywarp turned to fire on the Autobots, they only managed to encounter traces of spilled energon and dragging marks.
/Starscream to base./
/Base here./
/Soundwave, go tell our illustrious leader that I managed t to corner not one, but two Autobot officers./
Thundercracker frowned, but remained silent, while Skywarp’s loud, “You cornered them? TC and I helped trap their afts too. Who the frag You think you are? Reflector? Because I damned well refuse to be thought as your component, Screamer. ” - The purple Seeker would’ve said more, but Thundercracker’s well placed hand on his mouth components stopped him.
/Reinforcements on the way. Instructions are: circle around perimeter to avoid escape./
/Very well. If we must./ - Starscream’s resigned answer surprised the two Seekers into complete silence. Starscream sneered at them before silently transforming and, for once, doing as instructed. Megatron’s orders be damned, if he found a way to kill them and take the glory of having both Jazz and Prowl under his kills he could prove to the other Decepticons once and for all who the strongest mech truly was. And if he couldn’t be the one to kill them… Well, he wasn’t Second for nothing. He knew that getting those two out of the way is crucial. He just needed to think of a way to get the glory to himself.
“Prowl? Come on, buddy, get up. Online for me, please?” - Jazz slapped the helm of the other black and white. He wasn’t Ratchet, but he had a medical kit with him at all times. Too many years serving as a Special Ops. Agent had made him paranoid and he was never without a fully stocked kit. Not even on the Ark. He also kept his repair knowledge up to date, but nothing he did brought the tactician online. They didn’t have much time until they thought of something to get them out.
Jazz had the horrifying thought of them burning the woods down to get them. They needed to get out. And they needed to get out without anyone seeing them. Normally, Jazz would not be so worried, but Prowl wasn’t responding and he already repaired everything he thought needed repairing.
“Damnit, Prowl!” - He wished he could scream, but he had to settle with one hard slap which earned him a pained groan. Jazz laughed nervously as he stared at the dim blue optics of the Datsun.
“Thought I was gonna have to kiss ya awake, sleeping beauty.” - The saboteur told him and Prowl frowned. Jazz wondered what was wrong, when Prowl turned away quickly.
The black and white’s door wings shook and he made a gagging sound that had Jazz moving again to his side.
“Slag, Prowl. What’s…” - He couldn’t finish his sentence. Optics brightening in apprehension when Jazz heard it. To anyone else it might’ve gone unnoticed, but the woods had gone quiet around them and Jazz had one fine pair of audios. Not as good as Soundwave, but good enough to actually hear the sound of something breaking and being released.
As soon as he heard it, Prowl dry heaved once before he started purging his tank. Half processed energon stained the ground and Jazz couldn’t do much than hold him tighter and watch. His hope that it would end soon was broken when Prowl continued to purge his tank in a way that soon had him worried. Because Jazz had the sudden horrifying thought that Prowl had ruptured the valve that kept the energon inside his tank and Jazz didn’t knew if Prowl was able to stop or if he would continue until there was nothing else left.
He could see the tactician struggle to regain control and sighed in relief when he stopped vomiting all over the forest floor. Jazz caressed one door wing softly, trying to offer some comfort. He’d never purged before, it was something that happened very rarely thanks to regular maintenance, but Ratchet was very vocal on the amount of pain purging could bring… And the damage. Energon was simply not supposed to leave once inside.
Prowl shuddered, one hand weakly grabbing Jazz’s arm for support. - “We… we need to move.” - The Datsun whispered while struggling to get up.
Jazz pulled him into a sitting position and the saboteur knew he was successful only because Prowl was too depleted to move. The sound of jets came above them and Jazz sighed tiredly. Just like he feared, the slagging Cons were still out there.
“We can’t leave either, Prowl. Not without a sound plan.” - He told the SIC, trying to dissuade him from moving when he obviously had barely enough energy for staying online.
“Fine.” - Prowl sulked and Jazz would’ve laughed if Prowl’s voice hadn’t sounded strained and somewhat filled with static. The energon probably damaged his vocalizer. His optics looked offline, except for faint blue glow.
Jazz searched through his kit. He almost forgot about this! How could he? He pulled out a small energon converter. Wheeljack had designed it for Jazz’s Department and he had ordered the mechs under his command to walk with them subspaced always.
Prowl should have some fifteen to ten minutes before entering statis lock, or worse. Jazz was suddenly glad that Earth was so rich in resources and set to work. He would get Prowl out of this alive. He didn’t know how right now, but he was good at improvising if he had to.
Rating: T
Pairing/Characters: Jazz, Prowl, The Seeker trio
Warnings: none? It's not slash yet... pre-slash maybe?
Series: G1
My first fic with a 'normal' slash pairing. I think I'm going to mark this night on my calendar.
Disclaimer: Transformers do not belong to me.
A/N: Written for NineCrow (at fanfiction.net) who requested a Prowl/Jazz/purge fic. This fic will have two (three at most) more chapters. Like always, tell me of my mistakes and they will be fixed as soon as possible.
"talking"
/comm/
(line)-change of location
Ambushed
One more step. That was all he could think about at the moment. Just one more step. And one more step. And one more step. Over and over again. Because if he thought of anything else his resolve would crumble. Willpower alone wouldn’t save them… Not if he couldn’t concentrate.
The sound of jet engines were getting closer and Jazz cursed. He knew his distraction wouldn’t last forever, but he’d hoped to have more time. If he could get to the forest maybe they stood a chance. He griped harder the unconscious form of his best friend and concentrated in reaching his goal. On step before the other. One more step. He was almost there and hopefully the trees would cover them. Just one more slagging step and…
Guns fired and Jazz only thought of protecting the unconscious mech. Without thinking, the Porsche threw the mech he’d been carrying far enough to reach their planned cover. He followed after his friend, jumping on top of him. Willing to be the one to take the shots fired in their direction.
Primus finally smiled on them because none of the shots hit them. He could hear the triad returning and he hurried to drag both he and his friend inside the woods. When Starscream, Thundecracker and Skywarp turned to fire on the Autobots, they only managed to encounter traces of spilled energon and dragging marks.
/Starscream to base./
/Base here./
/Soundwave, go tell our illustrious leader that I managed t to corner not one, but two Autobot officers./
Thundercracker frowned, but remained silent, while Skywarp’s loud, “You cornered them? TC and I helped trap their afts too. Who the frag You think you are? Reflector? Because I damned well refuse to be thought as your component, Screamer. ” - The purple Seeker would’ve said more, but Thundercracker’s well placed hand on his mouth components stopped him.
/Reinforcements on the way. Instructions are: circle around perimeter to avoid escape./
/Very well. If we must./ - Starscream’s resigned answer surprised the two Seekers into complete silence. Starscream sneered at them before silently transforming and, for once, doing as instructed. Megatron’s orders be damned, if he found a way to kill them and take the glory of having both Jazz and Prowl under his kills he could prove to the other Decepticons once and for all who the strongest mech truly was. And if he couldn’t be the one to kill them… Well, he wasn’t Second for nothing. He knew that getting those two out of the way is crucial. He just needed to think of a way to get the glory to himself.
“Prowl? Come on, buddy, get up. Online for me, please?” - Jazz slapped the helm of the other black and white. He wasn’t Ratchet, but he had a medical kit with him at all times. Too many years serving as a Special Ops. Agent had made him paranoid and he was never without a fully stocked kit. Not even on the Ark. He also kept his repair knowledge up to date, but nothing he did brought the tactician online. They didn’t have much time until they thought of something to get them out.
Jazz had the horrifying thought of them burning the woods down to get them. They needed to get out. And they needed to get out without anyone seeing them. Normally, Jazz would not be so worried, but Prowl wasn’t responding and he already repaired everything he thought needed repairing.
“Damnit, Prowl!” - He wished he could scream, but he had to settle with one hard slap which earned him a pained groan. Jazz laughed nervously as he stared at the dim blue optics of the Datsun.
“Thought I was gonna have to kiss ya awake, sleeping beauty.” - The saboteur told him and Prowl frowned. Jazz wondered what was wrong, when Prowl turned away quickly.
The black and white’s door wings shook and he made a gagging sound that had Jazz moving again to his side.
“Slag, Prowl. What’s…” - He couldn’t finish his sentence. Optics brightening in apprehension when Jazz heard it. To anyone else it might’ve gone unnoticed, but the woods had gone quiet around them and Jazz had one fine pair of audios. Not as good as Soundwave, but good enough to actually hear the sound of something breaking and being released.
As soon as he heard it, Prowl dry heaved once before he started purging his tank. Half processed energon stained the ground and Jazz couldn’t do much than hold him tighter and watch. His hope that it would end soon was broken when Prowl continued to purge his tank in a way that soon had him worried. Because Jazz had the sudden horrifying thought that Prowl had ruptured the valve that kept the energon inside his tank and Jazz didn’t knew if Prowl was able to stop or if he would continue until there was nothing else left.
He could see the tactician struggle to regain control and sighed in relief when he stopped vomiting all over the forest floor. Jazz caressed one door wing softly, trying to offer some comfort. He’d never purged before, it was something that happened very rarely thanks to regular maintenance, but Ratchet was very vocal on the amount of pain purging could bring… And the damage. Energon was simply not supposed to leave once inside.
Prowl shuddered, one hand weakly grabbing Jazz’s arm for support. - “We… we need to move.” - The Datsun whispered while struggling to get up.
Jazz pulled him into a sitting position and the saboteur knew he was successful only because Prowl was too depleted to move. The sound of jets came above them and Jazz sighed tiredly. Just like he feared, the slagging Cons were still out there.
“We can’t leave either, Prowl. Not without a sound plan.” - He told the SIC, trying to dissuade him from moving when he obviously had barely enough energy for staying online.
“Fine.” - Prowl sulked and Jazz would’ve laughed if Prowl’s voice hadn’t sounded strained and somewhat filled with static. The energon probably damaged his vocalizer. His optics looked offline, except for faint blue glow.
Jazz searched through his kit. He almost forgot about this! How could he? He pulled out a small energon converter. Wheeljack had designed it for Jazz’s Department and he had ordered the mechs under his command to walk with them subspaced always.
Prowl should have some fifteen to ten minutes before entering statis lock, or worse. Jazz was suddenly glad that Earth was so rich in resources and set to work. He would get Prowl out of this alive. He didn’t know how right now, but he was good at improvising if he had to.