Oneshot - Sparker
Title: Sparker
Oneshot
Verse: G1, AU
Rating: pg13
Characters: Prowl and Jazz
Word count: ~600
Summary: A sparker - mythical creatures that help the sparks of the deceased to pass on to the Matrix, however, they need to feed on the very same sparks in order to function.
Disclaimer: Transformers doesn't belong to me ;)
AN: Short story. Another weird fic... silberstreif gave me the prompt: "camera", and how in the world did the story came out looking like this?! I knew the TV shouldn't have been playing Supernatural in the background...
The last few orns, Jazz had barely recharged at all.
And how could he? After he witnessed that his lover could communicate with deceased sparks, it was a little difficult to power down with that knowledge. But whether it was because apparently ghosts existed, or because Prowl could obviously speak with them was unclear. Perhaps it was none of those two but the fact that Prowl had lied and kept this from him? In the end, it probably was a strange combination of the three.
Jazz frowned as he watched for what probably was the hundredth time that evening the video feed he had recorded secretly of Prowl. It was supposed to be a surprise the camera he had bought. To create memories to be cherished for centuries to come. And he had decided to secretly follow his lover that night and then the two of them to laugh at the amateur video he had made. Only… it didn't turn out like that.
Perhaps it was because of the lenses in the camera, or some other mechanism that Jazz still didn't understand, the camera was able to catch the floating orbs of light around Prowl.
They were beautiful. Mesmerizing. Leaving a small trail of aura behind wherever they flew. It almost seemed surreal when Prowl hand lifted hand to let some of the lights to obviously play with his digits. But the look on his face… it is what captivated Jazz the most. Prowl was smiling, a small fond smile, full of kindness.
Jazz stopped the camera feed at that precise moment on his lovers face and his spark ached. Why had he fled? Why had he felt such fear from Prowl and the orbs of light around him? That was Prowl…his Prowl.
The visored mech sighed and traced his clawed fingers over the monitor. He shouldn't have reacted to strongly, he shouldn't have ran. He shouldn't have feared Prowl. Yet… Jazz withdrew his hand back and no matter how hard he tried it, he couldn't stop the quiver of his spark.
Because now he knew that Prowl was a Sparker. Something that was believed a myth. A being that could communicate and help the lonely and lost sparks pass on to the other world and join the Matrix. But also a creature that needed the very same sparks to eat in order to stay alive.
But this was Prowl… Who was kind and generous, and would never hurt someone like that. He wouldn't. Would he?
Jazz didn't know. But he did know one thing - he loved that mech. More than it was logical, more than it was good.
Suddenly resolved, Jazz took the camera and headed towards the door. It was cruel of him to isolate Prowl like this. He needed to know the truth from the mech himself. Jazz truly hoped Prowl cared enough about him to answer…
But just as Jazz opened his door, he was surprised to see a familiar and very longed for Praxian. Fear and love started to fight, creating an intoxicating new sensation that Jazz could only associate with his lover. He smiled. Perhaps he would get answers sooner than he thought.
"Hey Prowler."