Reposting of Endless Waltz for easy findings 06
Yeah so, time to give you all a little (or maybe not so little) time skip for our favourite pair. :D Friends locked just in case for my own safety!
Title: An Endless Waltz
Chapter: 06
Pairings: Eventual ProwlxJazz
Rating: R to NC-17
Summary: Before the war broke out in Cybertron, life wasn't much different to what it's like on earth. And growing up in Cybertron's golden age has it's ups and downs.
Thanks to okami_myrrhibis and nkfloofiepoof for their beta reading and advice.
Chapter 06
Someone once said there were no winners in war. Prowl couldn't agree more.
Nobody knew exactly what nurtured the seeds that polarized life in Cybertron. The once great, united Cybertronian race split itself in two factions. Those that chose to call themselves Decepticons, and those that called themselves Autobots.
Everything went downhill since those designations began to be used. Civil unrest became the norm. There was no calm in the streets of the cities, no sense of peace and contentment. Contempt and hatred took over.
Everyone feared the worse and lived each day wondering if that'd be the day when things would finally break down. For a time there was some calm, some attempts to solve the conflicts through peaceful means. But one ill fated day, things broke out of control, and the civil war erupted with full force.
Autobots and Decepticons waged war upon each other, tearing apart old days of friendship, love and companionship. Cybertronians were torn, families were destroyed. Prowl experienced it first hand. His father became one of the first victims of the conflict. The loss drove his mother insane and she joined the Decepticons. Prowl was forced to bring his own mother down.
That was a memory he didn't want to keep in his memory banks, but he clung to it as a reminder of why he was fighting in this war. It was a painful memento he kept to himself, the guilt for taking the life of the one that bore him.
Prowl hadn't been the only one that lost so much by cause of the conflict. Everyone in the crew of the Ark had lost so much. Family or friends.
It brought Prowl, by Ironhide's recommendation, to Optimus Prime and other notable Autobots. His tactical warfare talents quickly gained him the respect of the commander, and his comrades, awarding him the rank of second in command. Prowl saw the war transform relationships. Some old friends became brothers in arms. Others became sworn enemies.
Prowl knew life would never go back to what it used to be.
"What'cha thinkin' about now?"
Prowl looked over his shoulder to Jazz. His childhood friend was third in command and an expert saboteur , and special operations agent. So much like his own father. Despite the changes they had to undergo when they awoke on the planet Earth, their key features remained unchanged.
"Nothing."
Jazz shook his head and made his way to Prowl's desk and took a seat on it, much to the tactician's chagrin and handed him a datapad containing his reports. "Prime might believe that crap, but I don't."
"I said it's nothing, Jazz." The Datsun took the pad, refusing to look up to the third in command.
"Prowl, why do ya have to keep yourself wrapped in this mantle of perfection? Something's got ya thinkin' an' I betcha those ain't happy thoughts." Jazz crossed his arms, trying to look upset, without much success.
Prowl shook his head, rewarding the saboteur with a tiny smile. "I was just thinking about the past, it's all."
"Ya miss them alot, don'tcha?" Jazz knew Prowl was the very first one in the Ark to lose his whole family in the conflict, although he never knew how things happened.
"I think we all miss someone."
Jazz nodded, hopping down from the desk, and giving a gentle squeeze on the other's arm. In the years they worked together as Autobot officers, Jazz had made it his job to be the breeze that that'd refresh the weary. The fun loving Autobot that would manage to bring a smile to Ratchet's face. The kind, helping hand that'd keep Sunstreaker and Sideswipe from getting into even more trouble than they often did. Mirage's confidante and Bumblebee's role model. Spike's chit-chatting, stylish Porsche friend.
Jazz didn't feel it was a duty or a weight on his shoulders. It was just who he was, the way he'd been before the war itself. He cared deeply for each Autobot and wanted nothing more than to help them through their hardest times. None ever refused him - even Prime would welcome his care free, fun loving demeanor into his strict life.
Prowl, however, didn't allow himself to forget. He didn't allow himself to show weariness, worry or loneliness. Before everyone's eyes, Prowl was all logic and no emotion. All work and no fun. But Jazz knew better.
"Ya need to take a break from all these. Ya work too much!" Jazz suggested with that characteristic cheerful grin of his.
"I'll go to recharge when I'm done with these reports." Prowl continued his reading, memorizing the important data as he went through each datapad. A heavy huff behind him didn't manage to distract him. But the sudden movement of his chair did.
Jazz bent forward, placing his hands on the chair's arms. He leaned his face close to Prowl's, remaining quiet for a moment before he did something Prowl never thought he'd witness. He removed his visor.
"Jazz?" Prowl was more than just a little surprised about the third's action, his blue optics fixated on Jazz's beautiful sapphire ones.
"Prowl, stop it." The Porsche whispered softly, reaching out to stroke the other's cheek gently. "Stop pretending ya're not as hurt and broken as the rest of us. Not with me." Prowl felt a shiver running through his body.
"Jazz, I can't." A black finger on his lips stopped him from talking further.
"Sure ya can. Ya gotta accept the injury's there ta let it heal." Jazz brushed his nose against Prowl's cheek, speaking softly and soothingly. Prowl felt the shiver run through his body once more, he could feel Jazz's energy flowing rapidly, giving him a message that was hard to miss. Jazz wanted him.
Primus help him, Jazz couldn't stop himself anymore. He straddled Prowl's lap, wrapping his arms around his neck. "Ya don't have ta hide anything from me, Prowl."
The second in command gasped softly as he felt Jazz's lips brushing the edge of his own mouth. "Prowl..." Jazz whispered huskily, so close to his lips.
Jazz couldn't tell when it happened nor how, but he found himself being held away by Prowl, forcing him to stand and move from his way. The second in command left the room hurriedly, visibly distressed and upset.
The saboteur stood there, staring at the door as it closed, feeling a pang of hurt and remorse hit his spark. "Way ta go, Jazz." He dropped himself on the chair, picking his visor and playing with it with his fingers for a while before putting it back on. "Ya've just scared away the one fragging Autobot ya're head over heels for."
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Prowl dropped himself heavily and carelessly on his berth. His body still shivered from the experience, it was both frightening and intriguing at the same time. Jazz wanted him. The saboteur could have anyone he wanted in the Ark. But Jazz didn't want anyone else, he wanted him.
"I'm sorry, Jazz." He offlined his optics. He didn't dislike the Porsche, he had admitted to himself some time ago that he found Jazz attractive, but the intimacy Jazz intended... To open up all his secrets, all his feelings. He couldn't bear the thought of it. He couldn't afford to.
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Notes: I decided to switch to Earth time units for the most part here since they're living in Earth now, I don't think whatever equivalent for a Cybertronian day is would match with the Earth's 24 hours periods. XD;
Title: An Endless Waltz
Chapter: 06
Pairings: Eventual ProwlxJazz
Rating: R to NC-17
Summary: Before the war broke out in Cybertron, life wasn't much different to what it's like on earth. And growing up in Cybertron's golden age has it's ups and downs.
Thanks to okami_myrrhibis and nkfloofiepoof for their beta reading and advice.
Chapter 06
Someone once said there were no winners in war. Prowl couldn't agree more.
Nobody knew exactly what nurtured the seeds that polarized life in Cybertron. The once great, united Cybertronian race split itself in two factions. Those that chose to call themselves Decepticons, and those that called themselves Autobots.
Everything went downhill since those designations began to be used. Civil unrest became the norm. There was no calm in the streets of the cities, no sense of peace and contentment. Contempt and hatred took over.
Everyone feared the worse and lived each day wondering if that'd be the day when things would finally break down. For a time there was some calm, some attempts to solve the conflicts through peaceful means. But one ill fated day, things broke out of control, and the civil war erupted with full force.
Autobots and Decepticons waged war upon each other, tearing apart old days of friendship, love and companionship. Cybertronians were torn, families were destroyed. Prowl experienced it first hand. His father became one of the first victims of the conflict. The loss drove his mother insane and she joined the Decepticons. Prowl was forced to bring his own mother down.
That was a memory he didn't want to keep in his memory banks, but he clung to it as a reminder of why he was fighting in this war. It was a painful memento he kept to himself, the guilt for taking the life of the one that bore him.
Prowl hadn't been the only one that lost so much by cause of the conflict. Everyone in the crew of the Ark had lost so much. Family or friends.
It brought Prowl, by Ironhide's recommendation, to Optimus Prime and other notable Autobots. His tactical warfare talents quickly gained him the respect of the commander, and his comrades, awarding him the rank of second in command. Prowl saw the war transform relationships. Some old friends became brothers in arms. Others became sworn enemies.
Prowl knew life would never go back to what it used to be.
"What'cha thinkin' about now?"
Prowl looked over his shoulder to Jazz. His childhood friend was third in command and an expert saboteur , and special operations agent. So much like his own father. Despite the changes they had to undergo when they awoke on the planet Earth, their key features remained unchanged.
"Nothing."
Jazz shook his head and made his way to Prowl's desk and took a seat on it, much to the tactician's chagrin and handed him a datapad containing his reports. "Prime might believe that crap, but I don't."
"I said it's nothing, Jazz." The Datsun took the pad, refusing to look up to the third in command.
"Prowl, why do ya have to keep yourself wrapped in this mantle of perfection? Something's got ya thinkin' an' I betcha those ain't happy thoughts." Jazz crossed his arms, trying to look upset, without much success.
Prowl shook his head, rewarding the saboteur with a tiny smile. "I was just thinking about the past, it's all."
"Ya miss them alot, don'tcha?" Jazz knew Prowl was the very first one in the Ark to lose his whole family in the conflict, although he never knew how things happened.
"I think we all miss someone."
Jazz nodded, hopping down from the desk, and giving a gentle squeeze on the other's arm. In the years they worked together as Autobot officers, Jazz had made it his job to be the breeze that that'd refresh the weary. The fun loving Autobot that would manage to bring a smile to Ratchet's face. The kind, helping hand that'd keep Sunstreaker and Sideswipe from getting into even more trouble than they often did. Mirage's confidante and Bumblebee's role model. Spike's chit-chatting, stylish Porsche friend.
Jazz didn't feel it was a duty or a weight on his shoulders. It was just who he was, the way he'd been before the war itself. He cared deeply for each Autobot and wanted nothing more than to help them through their hardest times. None ever refused him - even Prime would welcome his care free, fun loving demeanor into his strict life.
Prowl, however, didn't allow himself to forget. He didn't allow himself to show weariness, worry or loneliness. Before everyone's eyes, Prowl was all logic and no emotion. All work and no fun. But Jazz knew better.
"Ya need to take a break from all these. Ya work too much!" Jazz suggested with that characteristic cheerful grin of his.
"I'll go to recharge when I'm done with these reports." Prowl continued his reading, memorizing the important data as he went through each datapad. A heavy huff behind him didn't manage to distract him. But the sudden movement of his chair did.
Jazz bent forward, placing his hands on the chair's arms. He leaned his face close to Prowl's, remaining quiet for a moment before he did something Prowl never thought he'd witness. He removed his visor.
"Jazz?" Prowl was more than just a little surprised about the third's action, his blue optics fixated on Jazz's beautiful sapphire ones.
"Prowl, stop it." The Porsche whispered softly, reaching out to stroke the other's cheek gently. "Stop pretending ya're not as hurt and broken as the rest of us. Not with me." Prowl felt a shiver running through his body.
"Jazz, I can't." A black finger on his lips stopped him from talking further.
"Sure ya can. Ya gotta accept the injury's there ta let it heal." Jazz brushed his nose against Prowl's cheek, speaking softly and soothingly. Prowl felt the shiver run through his body once more, he could feel Jazz's energy flowing rapidly, giving him a message that was hard to miss. Jazz wanted him.
Primus help him, Jazz couldn't stop himself anymore. He straddled Prowl's lap, wrapping his arms around his neck. "Ya don't have ta hide anything from me, Prowl."
The second in command gasped softly as he felt Jazz's lips brushing the edge of his own mouth. "Prowl..." Jazz whispered huskily, so close to his lips.
Jazz couldn't tell when it happened nor how, but he found himself being held away by Prowl, forcing him to stand and move from his way. The second in command left the room hurriedly, visibly distressed and upset.
The saboteur stood there, staring at the door as it closed, feeling a pang of hurt and remorse hit his spark. "Way ta go, Jazz." He dropped himself on the chair, picking his visor and playing with it with his fingers for a while before putting it back on. "Ya've just scared away the one fragging Autobot ya're head over heels for."
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Prowl dropped himself heavily and carelessly on his berth. His body still shivered from the experience, it was both frightening and intriguing at the same time. Jazz wanted him. The saboteur could have anyone he wanted in the Ark. But Jazz didn't want anyone else, he wanted him.
"I'm sorry, Jazz." He offlined his optics. He didn't dislike the Porsche, he had admitted to himself some time ago that he found Jazz attractive, but the intimacy Jazz intended... To open up all his secrets, all his feelings. He couldn't bear the thought of it. He couldn't afford to.
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Notes: I decided to switch to Earth time units for the most part here since they're living in Earth now, I don't think whatever equivalent for a Cybertronian day is would match with the Earth's 24 hours periods. XD;