Challenge day 13
Title: It's More than a Feeling - All Sparks (13/30)
Day: Sept 13
Prompt: "hey didn't get together often, so they made the most of the time they had"
Verse: TFA
Rating: PG-13
Words: 747
Other Characters: Ensemble of various mentioned characters.
Warnings: Might need a tissue.
Summary: Cybertron was different now. Everyone was different now.
Notes: For the Sexy September challenge @ prowlxjazz. Happy Anniversary to all in the pxj community, here's to many more to come. This piece is not beta-read so feel free to correct me. Trying to catch up here, bear with me, please~ This piece is TFA.
Cybertron was different, but then, Jazz had seen Cybertron change a few times before. Before the great war, during the war, and after the war. It all happened through hundreds of stellar cycles, but all through Jazz’s long life he’d never paid attention to just how old he really was, all things considered. He was barely scratching what in their kind be middle age and in that period of time planets and civilizations had been born and died already.
Sari was a good example. Being a Technorganic and thus aging faster than their kind usually did, she was still a sparklet and had already seen the passing of what few bonds she had left with planet Earth. Her father was long gone, and so was Captain Fanzone. Even Sparkplug was no longer functioning. It was hard for her at first and Jazz knew that even now, when Sari sported the appearance of an adult human femme, hundreds of years after their passing, she still mourned the loss.
Jazz could understand her, though, he never stopped mourning the fallen mechs he served with during his long and respected career as an Elite Guard. He never bothered trying to become a Minor, much less a Major or a Prime. He was happy serving as one of the lieutenants and cruising the universe every now and then when it was needed.
Megatron and the survivors of his forces were kept in spark isolation in a secret location, only a handful of trusted mechs knew of where this place was, not even Sentinel Prime was ever told of it’s location. After that last struggle on planet Earth the remaining Autobot forces across the galaxy redoubled efforts and soon all Decepticon teams were brought in.
A new era begun for all Autobots and Sari was finally able to acquaint herself with her new home. Dr. Sumdac spent some time traveling between Earth and Cybertron to keep his company running and visiting his daughter, but the last year of his life he chose to spend it on Cybertron with Sari. Bumblebee was allowed to re-take his exams to join the Elite Guard and Bulkhead became a respected engineer of the Space Bridge technology. They rarely saw him now, he spent most of his time traveling across the route of bridges to upgrade or give maintenance to them.
Optimus became the new Magnus despite Ultra Magnus’ recovery and was now a very capable ruler that earned the respect and admiration of his fellow Autobots, much to Sentinel’s chagrin. Even Arcee and Ratchet picked up their lives. It wasn’t a surprise for anyone that they began a closer relationship and eventually funded a school together.
As for Jazz, he was semi retired from service, as one of the few surviving members of the Cyber-Ninja Corps, he decided to rebuild Yoketron’s dojo and take in new students to preserve the legacy of many fallen members of the corps. One of such students was a shy orphan he took under his proverbial wing, he simply could not refuse to do it, as the youngster, so much younger even than Bumblebee, was almost the living image of the one mech he mourned every single cycle of his existence. If it wasn’t because his personality was the polar opposite of the fallen ninja, Jazz could almost say the young one was Prowl reborn.
Which brought him to the now and then, as he stood before the monument erected in honor of his fellow Cyber Ninja. Jazz carried on with the legacy of the corps, but he truly believed it was his friend who would have carried over Yoketron’s teachings the best.
“Hey, mech.” Jazz murmured, sitting cross legged before the monument. Many would not expect an answer from the carved metal, but Jazz knew better. Prowl had long transcended the boundaries of life and death. Nobody could see him, nobody could hear him. No one would know he was even there, but Jazz. His presence was all around, his spark resonance synchronized with Jazz’s. It was only a few brief moments in which memories and feelings were shared, and perhaps something more.
They didn’t get together often, because Prowl was bound to what loop holes he could find in the vastness of the well of all sparks to run away for a little while, but when they did, they made the most of the time they had.
Jazz smiled, touching his chest above his spark. “Miss ya, too, buddy.”
Day: Sept 13
Prompt: "hey didn't get together often, so they made the most of the time they had"
Verse: TFA
Rating: PG-13
Words: 747
Other Characters: Ensemble of various mentioned characters.
Warnings: Might need a tissue.
Summary: Cybertron was different now. Everyone was different now.
Notes: For the Sexy September challenge @ prowlxjazz. Happy Anniversary to all in the pxj community, here's to many more to come. This piece is not beta-read so feel free to correct me. Trying to catch up here, bear with me, please~ This piece is TFA.
Cybertron was different, but then, Jazz had seen Cybertron change a few times before. Before the great war, during the war, and after the war. It all happened through hundreds of stellar cycles, but all through Jazz’s long life he’d never paid attention to just how old he really was, all things considered. He was barely scratching what in their kind be middle age and in that period of time planets and civilizations had been born and died already.
Sari was a good example. Being a Technorganic and thus aging faster than their kind usually did, she was still a sparklet and had already seen the passing of what few bonds she had left with planet Earth. Her father was long gone, and so was Captain Fanzone. Even Sparkplug was no longer functioning. It was hard for her at first and Jazz knew that even now, when Sari sported the appearance of an adult human femme, hundreds of years after their passing, she still mourned the loss.
Jazz could understand her, though, he never stopped mourning the fallen mechs he served with during his long and respected career as an Elite Guard. He never bothered trying to become a Minor, much less a Major or a Prime. He was happy serving as one of the lieutenants and cruising the universe every now and then when it was needed.
Megatron and the survivors of his forces were kept in spark isolation in a secret location, only a handful of trusted mechs knew of where this place was, not even Sentinel Prime was ever told of it’s location. After that last struggle on planet Earth the remaining Autobot forces across the galaxy redoubled efforts and soon all Decepticon teams were brought in.
A new era begun for all Autobots and Sari was finally able to acquaint herself with her new home. Dr. Sumdac spent some time traveling between Earth and Cybertron to keep his company running and visiting his daughter, but the last year of his life he chose to spend it on Cybertron with Sari. Bumblebee was allowed to re-take his exams to join the Elite Guard and Bulkhead became a respected engineer of the Space Bridge technology. They rarely saw him now, he spent most of his time traveling across the route of bridges to upgrade or give maintenance to them.
Optimus became the new Magnus despite Ultra Magnus’ recovery and was now a very capable ruler that earned the respect and admiration of his fellow Autobots, much to Sentinel’s chagrin. Even Arcee and Ratchet picked up their lives. It wasn’t a surprise for anyone that they began a closer relationship and eventually funded a school together.
As for Jazz, he was semi retired from service, as one of the few surviving members of the Cyber-Ninja Corps, he decided to rebuild Yoketron’s dojo and take in new students to preserve the legacy of many fallen members of the corps. One of such students was a shy orphan he took under his proverbial wing, he simply could not refuse to do it, as the youngster, so much younger even than Bumblebee, was almost the living image of the one mech he mourned every single cycle of his existence. If it wasn’t because his personality was the polar opposite of the fallen ninja, Jazz could almost say the young one was Prowl reborn.
Which brought him to the now and then, as he stood before the monument erected in honor of his fellow Cyber Ninja. Jazz carried on with the legacy of the corps, but he truly believed it was his friend who would have carried over Yoketron’s teachings the best.
“Hey, mech.” Jazz murmured, sitting cross legged before the monument. Many would not expect an answer from the carved metal, but Jazz knew better. Prowl had long transcended the boundaries of life and death. Nobody could see him, nobody could hear him. No one would know he was even there, but Jazz. His presence was all around, his spark resonance synchronized with Jazz’s. It was only a few brief moments in which memories and feelings were shared, and perhaps something more.
They didn’t get together often, because Prowl was bound to what loop holes he could find in the vastness of the well of all sparks to run away for a little while, but when they did, they made the most of the time they had.
Jazz smiled, touching his chest above his spark. “Miss ya, too, buddy.”