Seeing and Believing 6/6
Verse: G1
Characters: Prowl, Jazz, Skyfire
Pairings: Prowl/Jazz
Rating: PG-13 for mild slash and violence
Warnings: erm... possible serious injury.
Summary: When you're as different as Prowl and Jazz are, working together becomes an interesting prospect
Notes: This was written at a time when just about everyone was debating the matter of Jazz's optics/visor. The theories were everything from them being green/gold/magenta/neon orange, to being Decepticon-red, to him being blind, to the visor being his visual center. I never bought into any of those. So this was written partly to counter all those theories.
Disclaimer: I don't own them, they own me.
Note 2: I am SO sorry for the delay in this. My laptop died unexpectedly, and all the fic was on the harddrive, including everything I'd typed for this chapter. I had to wait till I finally got a new laptop before I could transfer everything that was on the old hard drive into it... but here it is at least, the final chapter.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Prowl glanced back and saw Thundercracker, who had entered through the main doors. He leveled the nullray at Starscream. “Shoot at us, and I shoot him.”
The blue Seeker then noticed Starscream writhing on the floor with his hands over his optics. He looked back at the two black-and-whites and hesitated.
“Think about it, TC. Starscream’s gonna have a lotta explainin’ t’do to ol’ Megatron,” Jazz said as Prowl backed them up into the elevator. “He brought us here, we wrecked your brig, stole your plans and took some of you out, and we’re both functioning at less than half capacity. We’re kinda more trouble than we’re worth, really.”
Thundercracker growled and fired a half-hearted shot at them that Prowl easily dodged, then went to his fallen commander. Prowl meanwhile all but picked up and carried Jazz into the elevator, hitting the buttons to close the doors and take them to the surface. He could only hope they wouldn’t have to deal with Skywarp, too.
Beside him, Jazz let out a soft whimper and leaned heavily against him. Prowl noticed a fresh trickle of energon leaking down his face.
“Please hold on, Jazz, we’re almost home.” Some of the worry was starting to creep back into his voice.
Jazz made no response, and this scared Prowl more than anything the saboteur could have said. A quiet Jazz meant something was very, very wrong. All Prowl could do was hold him and give him what comfort he could.
The doors opened and Prowl looked out at a golden sunset, the light bathing their frames with a soft glow. Prowl couldn’t help but smile a bit.
“What do ya see?” Jazz asked softly.
“A sunset, Jazz,” he replied. “And it’s beautiful.”
“Heh, that’s cool.”
Suddenly the tower gave a shudder and started to descend. It nearly jolted the two Autobots off their feet and Prowl cursed. Someone must have called it from below in the hopes that the two of them would still be inside. Their only hope now would be to jump and try to swim for shore, but in his current state, Prowl worried that Jazz could make it very far.
He looked down to see a black hand slip into his own and hold on.
“I’ll swim if we must, babe, but I ain’t goin’ back there.”
Prowl tilted his head up and kissed him. “I know.” He looked back out over the water. Sunlight glinted. “I don’t think we’ll have to. Hold tight to me.”
Not waiting for Jazz to respond, he wrapped and locked his arms around the saboteur’s waist, sent up a silent prayer to Primus to watch over Jazz, and jumped.
Skyfire swooped in underneath the two officers, entry hatch open, and caught them as they jumped, shutting them securely inside his hold as he powered up his thrusters and turned for home. Prowl winced as he landed on his back and his doors protested, but at least he’d cushioned Jazz’s impact with the floor.
“That was a bit too close for comfort, Skyfire,” he said.
“My apologies,” the scientist replied. “I was making sure Skywarp was out of the way first.” He paused. “That’s a good look for you, Prowl.”
“Thank you, but I think I’ll let Jazz have it,” Prowl said. “He pulls it off better.”
It was then that he realized Jazz had made no response, and sitting up, he found the saboteur unconscious with a tiny trickle of energon running from a corner of his mouth - a harsh reminder to Prowl that their ordeal was not over yet.
“Jazz?” he had to ask though he expected no reply. Carefully he cradled the mech in his arms. “Skyfire, please hurry.”
“With all possible speed, Prowl.”
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The dark visor lit up with a fleeting flicker of light. It was brief and soon went out again, but Prowl felt as if a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. His white hands remained clasped around a single black as he sat by Jazz’s berthside and patiently waited for his partner to return to consciousness.
Ratchet had given up trying to evict him after Skyfire brought them back and Wheeljack patched up his optics while the medic had worked frantically to stabilize Jazz.
“Are you waking up, Jazz?” he murmured, releasing one of his own hands to gently stroke the black helm.
He gazed fondly at the now-sleeping mech before him, letting the other take his time to wake up. The mission would have been a failure had it not been for Jazz’s quick wits and thinking. Optimus knew he owed it to the two of them, and Prowl knew he owed it all to Jazz.
His mind was finally made up. Once the saboteur was back up to full health, Prowl intended to give it all to Jazz - if the mech would have him. The mission had also shown him how much he wanted Jazz in his life… and in his spark.
A soft blue glow then made Prowl realize that Jazz was very much awake and was looking at him with a very curious expression. The tactician smiled, doors perking up on his back, and he leaned forward and kissed the saboteur’s forehead. Jazz smiled.
“What brings this on?” he asked.
“Ah, I was just thinking.” Prowl smiled back. “You know how I am.”
“Only too well.” Jazz chuckled, remembering the conversation from a few nights ago. “What were you thinkin’ of?”
“The storage closet.” Prowl chuckled at Jazz’s cheeky smile. “The Decepticon one, beloved, don’t get your hopes up.”
Jazz smirked. “I still wanna see how you looked wearin’ my visor.”
Prowl touched said visor. “May I? There’s no one around.”
Jazz relented and unlocked the catches on his visor, allowing Prowl to slip it off. His pale blue optics flickered at the sudden exposure and then rested on Prowl as the other black-and-white slipped the visor on over his own optics. The saboteur whistled.
“Y’look stunnin’, babe.” Jazz reached up and cupped his cheek. “Maybe we should ask Ratchet t’make you one, too.”
Prowl smiled and took the visor off. “Thank you for the compliment, but I’m afraid I shall pass.” He gently placed the visor back over Jazz’s optics. “The whole time I wore yours, I was constantly distracted by the fear that it might fall off at any moment.”
Jazz laughed as he locked the visor into place. “Oh alright. Besides, can’t have ya stealin’ my thunder.”
“Oh, no. Can’t have that at all. How would your ego survive without all the attention?” Prowl leaned over and kissed him.
“Fragger.” Jazz nipped him as he returned the kiss. “It’ll survive as long as I got you here to fluff it for me.”
Prowl stroked a thumb over Jazz’s cheek, expression growing serious. “And you’ll always have me. I meant what I said in that closet, Jazz. I trust you, with everything, including my spark. If you’ll have it.”
“I would have it.” He touched a finger to Prowl’s mouth. “Ah… wait… only if I can give you mine in return.”
Prowl chuckled and kissed the finger, then moved his hand away, holding it in his own. “I think I can make some room for you in there.”
Jazz smiled, then tried to rise so he could kiss Prowl, but grimaced and went back down. Prowl immediately stood to keep him down, running a hand over his helm, gently.
“Easy, lover. Just rest. Ratchet said it’ll take a few days while your processor sorts itself out and gets back to normal.”
Jazz looked up at him. “How bad was is anyway? Last thing I remember was the tower goin’ down and us plannin’ t’jump for it.”
Prowl frowned and sat down again, leaning close to wrap an arm around him and rest his head on the other’s chest. Jazz gently stroked the white helm in turn, assuring him of his presence.
“It was touch-and-go for a moment,” Prowl said at last. “You’d damaged your battle cortex and ruptured a fuel line. Energon was leaking into your cranial unit and was close to shorting out your processor completely… or worse.”
“Worse? There was a worse?”
“You were sending electrical impulses to your CPU, Jazz. If a spark from one of those had ignited the energon pooling in your brain, you could have literally blown your head off.”
“Oh.” Jazz took some time to digest this. “But I’m okay now, though?”
“Yes you are.” Prowl sighed in relief. “Ratchet drained the leaked fluid and sealed all the lines, then repaired what he could of your battle cortex. The rest will heal on its own. Safe to say you’re off the duty roster for a while.”
“Yeah, I thought so.”
They remained in silence for a while, Jazz resting and Prowl partly resting on him, a lot more relaxed now that he knew Jazz was going to be alright. He really wanted to stop thinking about how close he had come to losing Jazz; the thought still unnerved him.
“Thinking again?” Jazz asked softly.
Damn the way Jazz could so easily read his moods. “Yes.”
“Well stop. Give that processor of yours a rest.”
“I can’t help it.” Prowl smirked. “You know how I am.”
“Every bit of you,” Jazz replied.
“Oh indeed. Dare I ask you to prove it?”
“Oh, I will. Just not in Ratchet’s medbay. I’d like t’keep my head.”
~END.
Thank you to everyone who stuck with this to the end. Your support is greatly appreciated.
Characters: Prowl, Jazz, Skyfire
Pairings: Prowl/Jazz
Rating: PG-13 for mild slash and violence
Warnings: erm... possible serious injury.
Summary: When you're as different as Prowl and Jazz are, working together becomes an interesting prospect
Notes: This was written at a time when just about everyone was debating the matter of Jazz's optics/visor. The theories were everything from them being green/gold/magenta/neon orange, to being Decepticon-red, to him being blind, to the visor being his visual center. I never bought into any of those. So this was written partly to counter all those theories.
Disclaimer: I don't own them, they own me.
Note 2: I am SO sorry for the delay in this. My laptop died unexpectedly, and all the fic was on the harddrive, including everything I'd typed for this chapter. I had to wait till I finally got a new laptop before I could transfer everything that was on the old hard drive into it... but here it is at least, the final chapter.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Prowl glanced back and saw Thundercracker, who had entered through the main doors. He leveled the nullray at Starscream. “Shoot at us, and I shoot him.”
The blue Seeker then noticed Starscream writhing on the floor with his hands over his optics. He looked back at the two black-and-whites and hesitated.
“Think about it, TC. Starscream’s gonna have a lotta explainin’ t’do to ol’ Megatron,” Jazz said as Prowl backed them up into the elevator. “He brought us here, we wrecked your brig, stole your plans and took some of you out, and we’re both functioning at less than half capacity. We’re kinda more trouble than we’re worth, really.”
Thundercracker growled and fired a half-hearted shot at them that Prowl easily dodged, then went to his fallen commander. Prowl meanwhile all but picked up and carried Jazz into the elevator, hitting the buttons to close the doors and take them to the surface. He could only hope they wouldn’t have to deal with Skywarp, too.
Beside him, Jazz let out a soft whimper and leaned heavily against him. Prowl noticed a fresh trickle of energon leaking down his face.
“Please hold on, Jazz, we’re almost home.” Some of the worry was starting to creep back into his voice.
Jazz made no response, and this scared Prowl more than anything the saboteur could have said. A quiet Jazz meant something was very, very wrong. All Prowl could do was hold him and give him what comfort he could.
The doors opened and Prowl looked out at a golden sunset, the light bathing their frames with a soft glow. Prowl couldn’t help but smile a bit.
“What do ya see?” Jazz asked softly.
“A sunset, Jazz,” he replied. “And it’s beautiful.”
“Heh, that’s cool.”
Suddenly the tower gave a shudder and started to descend. It nearly jolted the two Autobots off their feet and Prowl cursed. Someone must have called it from below in the hopes that the two of them would still be inside. Their only hope now would be to jump and try to swim for shore, but in his current state, Prowl worried that Jazz could make it very far.
He looked down to see a black hand slip into his own and hold on.
“I’ll swim if we must, babe, but I ain’t goin’ back there.”
Prowl tilted his head up and kissed him. “I know.” He looked back out over the water. Sunlight glinted. “I don’t think we’ll have to. Hold tight to me.”
Not waiting for Jazz to respond, he wrapped and locked his arms around the saboteur’s waist, sent up a silent prayer to Primus to watch over Jazz, and jumped.
Skyfire swooped in underneath the two officers, entry hatch open, and caught them as they jumped, shutting them securely inside his hold as he powered up his thrusters and turned for home. Prowl winced as he landed on his back and his doors protested, but at least he’d cushioned Jazz’s impact with the floor.
“That was a bit too close for comfort, Skyfire,” he said.
“My apologies,” the scientist replied. “I was making sure Skywarp was out of the way first.” He paused. “That’s a good look for you, Prowl.”
“Thank you, but I think I’ll let Jazz have it,” Prowl said. “He pulls it off better.”
It was then that he realized Jazz had made no response, and sitting up, he found the saboteur unconscious with a tiny trickle of energon running from a corner of his mouth - a harsh reminder to Prowl that their ordeal was not over yet.
“Jazz?” he had to ask though he expected no reply. Carefully he cradled the mech in his arms. “Skyfire, please hurry.”
“With all possible speed, Prowl.”
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The dark visor lit up with a fleeting flicker of light. It was brief and soon went out again, but Prowl felt as if a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. His white hands remained clasped around a single black as he sat by Jazz’s berthside and patiently waited for his partner to return to consciousness.
Ratchet had given up trying to evict him after Skyfire brought them back and Wheeljack patched up his optics while the medic had worked frantically to stabilize Jazz.
“Are you waking up, Jazz?” he murmured, releasing one of his own hands to gently stroke the black helm.
He gazed fondly at the now-sleeping mech before him, letting the other take his time to wake up. The mission would have been a failure had it not been for Jazz’s quick wits and thinking. Optimus knew he owed it to the two of them, and Prowl knew he owed it all to Jazz.
His mind was finally made up. Once the saboteur was back up to full health, Prowl intended to give it all to Jazz - if the mech would have him. The mission had also shown him how much he wanted Jazz in his life… and in his spark.
A soft blue glow then made Prowl realize that Jazz was very much awake and was looking at him with a very curious expression. The tactician smiled, doors perking up on his back, and he leaned forward and kissed the saboteur’s forehead. Jazz smiled.
“What brings this on?” he asked.
“Ah, I was just thinking.” Prowl smiled back. “You know how I am.”
“Only too well.” Jazz chuckled, remembering the conversation from a few nights ago. “What were you thinkin’ of?”
“The storage closet.” Prowl chuckled at Jazz’s cheeky smile. “The Decepticon one, beloved, don’t get your hopes up.”
Jazz smirked. “I still wanna see how you looked wearin’ my visor.”
Prowl touched said visor. “May I? There’s no one around.”
Jazz relented and unlocked the catches on his visor, allowing Prowl to slip it off. His pale blue optics flickered at the sudden exposure and then rested on Prowl as the other black-and-white slipped the visor on over his own optics. The saboteur whistled.
“Y’look stunnin’, babe.” Jazz reached up and cupped his cheek. “Maybe we should ask Ratchet t’make you one, too.”
Prowl smiled and took the visor off. “Thank you for the compliment, but I’m afraid I shall pass.” He gently placed the visor back over Jazz’s optics. “The whole time I wore yours, I was constantly distracted by the fear that it might fall off at any moment.”
Jazz laughed as he locked the visor into place. “Oh alright. Besides, can’t have ya stealin’ my thunder.”
“Oh, no. Can’t have that at all. How would your ego survive without all the attention?” Prowl leaned over and kissed him.
“Fragger.” Jazz nipped him as he returned the kiss. “It’ll survive as long as I got you here to fluff it for me.”
Prowl stroked a thumb over Jazz’s cheek, expression growing serious. “And you’ll always have me. I meant what I said in that closet, Jazz. I trust you, with everything, including my spark. If you’ll have it.”
“I would have it.” He touched a finger to Prowl’s mouth. “Ah… wait… only if I can give you mine in return.”
Prowl chuckled and kissed the finger, then moved his hand away, holding it in his own. “I think I can make some room for you in there.”
Jazz smiled, then tried to rise so he could kiss Prowl, but grimaced and went back down. Prowl immediately stood to keep him down, running a hand over his helm, gently.
“Easy, lover. Just rest. Ratchet said it’ll take a few days while your processor sorts itself out and gets back to normal.”
Jazz looked up at him. “How bad was is anyway? Last thing I remember was the tower goin’ down and us plannin’ t’jump for it.”
Prowl frowned and sat down again, leaning close to wrap an arm around him and rest his head on the other’s chest. Jazz gently stroked the white helm in turn, assuring him of his presence.
“It was touch-and-go for a moment,” Prowl said at last. “You’d damaged your battle cortex and ruptured a fuel line. Energon was leaking into your cranial unit and was close to shorting out your processor completely… or worse.”
“Worse? There was a worse?”
“You were sending electrical impulses to your CPU, Jazz. If a spark from one of those had ignited the energon pooling in your brain, you could have literally blown your head off.”
“Oh.” Jazz took some time to digest this. “But I’m okay now, though?”
“Yes you are.” Prowl sighed in relief. “Ratchet drained the leaked fluid and sealed all the lines, then repaired what he could of your battle cortex. The rest will heal on its own. Safe to say you’re off the duty roster for a while.”
“Yeah, I thought so.”
They remained in silence for a while, Jazz resting and Prowl partly resting on him, a lot more relaxed now that he knew Jazz was going to be alright. He really wanted to stop thinking about how close he had come to losing Jazz; the thought still unnerved him.
“Thinking again?” Jazz asked softly.
Damn the way Jazz could so easily read his moods. “Yes.”
“Well stop. Give that processor of yours a rest.”
“I can’t help it.” Prowl smirked. “You know how I am.”
“Every bit of you,” Jazz replied.
“Oh indeed. Dare I ask you to prove it?”
“Oh, I will. Just not in Ratchet’s medbay. I’d like t’keep my head.”
~END.
Thank you to everyone who stuck with this to the end. Your support is greatly appreciated.