Don't Save Me Ch. 1
Looking at this made me realize how far my writing has come...but I'm still inspired to keep writing this story and I feel like I should post in on LJ, so here it is
Pairings: Jazz/Prowl and Bumblebee/oc
Rating: M
Summary: Prowl has returned to the Autobots, but has left something behind
-thinking-
The clanking of metal feet is heard as the Decepticon paces the room. The only light is the ominous glow of its blood red optics. Soon the pacing is replaced with laughter. Cold, sadistic, lacking all traces of warmth or joy, the 'con's body shakes with the force of it; from its doorwings to its feet it laughs. It finds bubbling glee in the irony of the situation. Barricade, its leader, its master, its commander, its creator has fled.
The laughing stopped only to be renewed as the con recalled the reason for Barricade's desertion. Soundwave made a miscalculation. Intelligent, cruel, emotionless Soundwave made a mistake. Traces of him were still in Barricade's processors and spark. By some unknown power or force of will, Barricade remembered what he was and left. Did no one see this coming? Were there no plans to stop one from deserting the cause, just by running away? Now Barricade was probably on his way to find the Autobots and beg for their forgiveness. What a fool. But now the laughing has stopped, because the seriousness of the situation has sunk in.
-Without Barricade my own existence is threatened. Only Megatron knows what I really am. He's sure to punish me Barricade's betrayal.-
Oh yes. Megatron was furious that Barricade recovered his original self. He already beaten Starscream and Soundwave for it and struck any Decepticon that dared to look at him. It was only a matter of time before he remembered Barricade's creation. And the punishment was already clear.
- If I'm not killed, I'll be reduced to a breeding whore after this. No femme has survived popping out more than eight brats and I refuse to sink that low.-
A hiss escaped her as she ran scenarios through her battle computer. The best option was to leave base and hide. With the skills of an assassin that wouldn't be hard, but there were the problems of getting enough energon and what would happen if she was ever found.
Barricade may have been a fool, but now she had to pay the price.
Inside the NEST base, Optimus Prime was headed towards the medbay. With his dim optics and dull paintjob it was obvious that the Autobot leader was exhausted. Optimus vented air out of his intakes. He knew Ratchet would probably tear him a new one, but with all the meetings with government officials and all but stomping Galloway into pasty goo, there was little time to relax.
He sympathized with the humans' fear of more of them, but why can't they just let his team enjoy the return of two good comrades? Prime had just decided to let it go. After all it wasn't every day a mech could be brought back from the dead. Sam's idea of using the Matrix the resurrect Jazz was brilliant and the results were better.
With his body rebuilt, Jazz was almost the same bot he was before his death. The only difference was he was happy.
Two weeks after Jazz was brought online, Prowl came to the base, begging to see him. Now the two were reunited and Jazz couldn't be happier. Optimus chuckled to himself as he recalled the look of pure shock and utter joy on Jazz's face as Prowl was led into the base. The last time Jazz was this elated was back before Prowl's capture and reformat into Barricade. Now Ratchet was removing all the body attachments of Barricade and Prowl would look like himself again. Not even Galloway's whining could ruin that.
Optimus stopped outside the medbay doors and pressed the buzzer. A gruff 'come in' was heard and he entered. The first thing Optimus saw after opening the doors was a pile of armor and wires on the ground.
"It's done. Barricade is officially Prowl again. Although I couldn't fully remove the 'punish and enslave' detailing. I did change it though".
Chuckling, Optimus turned to look at the medic. "You seem pleased with yourself, Ratchet."
"Slag yeah I am. It took me six hours to work on Prowl, now I can get back to my berth. I'm not exactly young anymore."
"None of us are, Ratchet, well all of us except for Bumblebee. What did you change Prowl's detailing to?
Ratchet grunted, "To protect and serve", I just added to some symbols and covered parts of the rest. No one will ever know the difference. But Prime there is something we need to discuss about Prowl."
Optimus became worried. They had just got Prowl back, if something was seriously wrong everyone's spirits would fall and Jazz would be devastated.
"Prime," Ratchet continued. "Prowl's spark shows sign of separation."
Optimus had a look of confusion on his faceplates. A spark separating? That was impossible unless… "Ratchet, are you saying…"
"Yes Prime. Prowl, actually I better say Barricade had a child and I'll give you three guesses to figure out where that child is."
Pairings: Jazz/Prowl and Bumblebee/oc
Rating: M
Summary: Prowl has returned to the Autobots, but has left something behind
-thinking-
The clanking of metal feet is heard as the Decepticon paces the room. The only light is the ominous glow of its blood red optics. Soon the pacing is replaced with laughter. Cold, sadistic, lacking all traces of warmth or joy, the 'con's body shakes with the force of it; from its doorwings to its feet it laughs. It finds bubbling glee in the irony of the situation. Barricade, its leader, its master, its commander, its creator has fled.
The laughing stopped only to be renewed as the con recalled the reason for Barricade's desertion. Soundwave made a miscalculation. Intelligent, cruel, emotionless Soundwave made a mistake. Traces of him were still in Barricade's processors and spark. By some unknown power or force of will, Barricade remembered what he was and left. Did no one see this coming? Were there no plans to stop one from deserting the cause, just by running away? Now Barricade was probably on his way to find the Autobots and beg for their forgiveness. What a fool. But now the laughing has stopped, because the seriousness of the situation has sunk in.
-Without Barricade my own existence is threatened. Only Megatron knows what I really am. He's sure to punish me Barricade's betrayal.-
Oh yes. Megatron was furious that Barricade recovered his original self. He already beaten Starscream and Soundwave for it and struck any Decepticon that dared to look at him. It was only a matter of time before he remembered Barricade's creation. And the punishment was already clear.
- If I'm not killed, I'll be reduced to a breeding whore after this. No femme has survived popping out more than eight brats and I refuse to sink that low.-
A hiss escaped her as she ran scenarios through her battle computer. The best option was to leave base and hide. With the skills of an assassin that wouldn't be hard, but there were the problems of getting enough energon and what would happen if she was ever found.
Barricade may have been a fool, but now she had to pay the price.
Inside the NEST base, Optimus Prime was headed towards the medbay. With his dim optics and dull paintjob it was obvious that the Autobot leader was exhausted. Optimus vented air out of his intakes. He knew Ratchet would probably tear him a new one, but with all the meetings with government officials and all but stomping Galloway into pasty goo, there was little time to relax.
He sympathized with the humans' fear of more of them, but why can't they just let his team enjoy the return of two good comrades? Prime had just decided to let it go. After all it wasn't every day a mech could be brought back from the dead. Sam's idea of using the Matrix the resurrect Jazz was brilliant and the results were better.
With his body rebuilt, Jazz was almost the same bot he was before his death. The only difference was he was happy.
Two weeks after Jazz was brought online, Prowl came to the base, begging to see him. Now the two were reunited and Jazz couldn't be happier. Optimus chuckled to himself as he recalled the look of pure shock and utter joy on Jazz's face as Prowl was led into the base. The last time Jazz was this elated was back before Prowl's capture and reformat into Barricade. Now Ratchet was removing all the body attachments of Barricade and Prowl would look like himself again. Not even Galloway's whining could ruin that.
Optimus stopped outside the medbay doors and pressed the buzzer. A gruff 'come in' was heard and he entered. The first thing Optimus saw after opening the doors was a pile of armor and wires on the ground.
"It's done. Barricade is officially Prowl again. Although I couldn't fully remove the 'punish and enslave' detailing. I did change it though".
Chuckling, Optimus turned to look at the medic. "You seem pleased with yourself, Ratchet."
"Slag yeah I am. It took me six hours to work on Prowl, now I can get back to my berth. I'm not exactly young anymore."
"None of us are, Ratchet, well all of us except for Bumblebee. What did you change Prowl's detailing to?
Ratchet grunted, "To protect and serve", I just added to some symbols and covered parts of the rest. No one will ever know the difference. But Prime there is something we need to discuss about Prowl."
Optimus became worried. They had just got Prowl back, if something was seriously wrong everyone's spirits would fall and Jazz would be devastated.
"Prime," Ratchet continued. "Prowl's spark shows sign of separation."
Optimus had a look of confusion on his faceplates. A spark separating? That was impossible unless… "Ratchet, are you saying…"
"Yes Prime. Prowl, actually I better say Barricade had a child and I'll give you three guesses to figure out where that child is."