I Never Told You......
A one-shot inspired by Colbie Caillat - I never told you
Prowl enter his dark and empty quarters. They were only his now. He would no longer share them with him. The SIC couldn't help but let his wings droop now that he was alone. He quietly reached the big berth in the room and sat on it. He vented hard.
This was right. This is how it should be. They were at war. This was the right choice.
Then why did it feel so wrong?
And yet his battle computer started encouraging him, telling him me did good. He looked at the dark quarters. They were so empty now, it was like all the life had left.
Prowl offlined his optics desperately trying to calm himself. He would leave in a couple of breems and this pain would go away with him....
Prowl on-lined his optics and they accidental landed on the big desk in the room. No longer messy with reports, music files, holo - vids and all sorts of little things that he found insignificant and yet he couldn't help but miss them now.
There, on the empty desk stood a single data chip. He clenched his fists and willed him self to get up and take the small object. Prowl looked at it, pondering should he open it or simply ignore it. He severed these bonds - he shouldn’t dig in the still, oh so fresh wound.
But his spark called out to him, begging to open the small object. Making his decision he sat behind the desk and turned the data- chip on.
If Prowl's world was spinning till this point, then it suddenly stopped as he read the message that was displayed on his screen.
My dearest Prowler....
Prowl resisted the urge to choke as he read that dreaded nickname. Oh, how he longed to hear it now.
I wrote this for you today. Probably the last of it's kind for deep inside my soul I know, you truly will never be mine...
My spark to you I handed hoping yours would in turn find me. But I was a dreamer dreaming, for things that were not meant to be. I waited as time did passed me in hope that your love would grow praying that it would somehow find me, longing for its warmth to know. Love is always best given, for it should never be locked up inside, the happiness that it brings us,out weighs the tears we cry....
Prowl. My precious, dearest Prowl. Forgive me for not letting you know sooner about my feeling about you. A huge part of me keeps on insisting that, perhaps if I stayed quiet, kept them to my self, this would have never happened. But I would rather live an empty life rather than a life that I kept questioning.
Know that I do not blame you for not choosing me. I personally know that the good of the many outweigh the good of the one - we are but at war. We have no choice....
...but if we did, I chose you, my love.
I do not know if we shall cross pats again so let me say it one last time, just once -
I. Love. You
~Jazz
Prowl stood there, stunned. He placed a servo over his chest, where his spark troubled painfully. If this was the right choice, then why did it hurt so much?
He stood up and started pacing in the room, oblivious to the song that started to play right after he read the message.
I miss those blue eyes
How you kissed me at night
I miss the way we sleep
Like there's no sunrise
Like the taste of your smile
I miss the way we breathe
Prowl paced. He was right. He always was. His battle computer never failed him. If he and Jazz were to persuade this relationship further then it would compromise their work.
He did the right thing. That was the single thought he repeated over and over again.
Suddenly he stopped in front of a mirror and looked at his reflection, and finally hearing the song.
But I never told you
What I should have said
No I never told you
I just held it in
He looked at the mirror, but he did not see himself - he saw all the happy memories that floated around him, all the happy times the he took joy in the horrible war. He stilled completely as he listened to the song and kept staring at the mirror.
But I never told you
What I should have said
No I never told you
I just held it in
And now I miss everything
About you
I can't believe I still want
You
Regret. He felt regret. Jazz was able to tell him what he felt, but Prowl couldn't. He just couldn't. And suddenly all the happy memories shifted, showing his what could have been - all the new happy memories he could have been made. He stared at the greening face of Jazz that now stood beside him with a look of pure adoration. And then suddenly it all was wiped away....
But I never told you
What I should have said
No I never told you
I just held it in
And now I miss everything
About you
He saw an empty room, not much different from this one. A lone berth and an empty desk. He saw an emptiness that frightened him more that death it self. He shook his head in denial. No, he did not want this. Yes, it would seem the war was won and yet he did not feel like a winner.
He took a step back as he saw himself entering the empty room, no warmth to greet him.
He took another one as he finally saw how truly dead his optics looked like.
Can't believe that I still want
You
He bolted from the room surprising his subordinates, but he didn't care. No, he did not what to become that mech - he refused to give away the only thing he has worth fighting for. He prayed that he made it time.
Jazz stood outside of the ship that was already departing. He waited for every one to get on board and the small silver mech was the last one left.
“Sir, we're waiting for you.” A subordinate said, waiting for him to board. Jazz nodded and took a step forward and the another. Just one step separated him from entering the shuttle. That one small step seemed like a canyon to him. Jazz offlined his visor. If he took that step forward there was no turning back. Not anymore. Jazz on-lined his visor and just as his foot stepped on the other side he herd his name being called. He turned around only to see Prowl running full speed at him.
He didn't know if the notice that he emitted came from his vocalizer of his now turning tires as he raced over to Prowl. Just inches before they crashed in to each other they transformed and embraced each other, holding for dear life.
“Jazz...” Prowl whispered “My beautiful Jazz. I have been such a fool” The door winged mech held the smaller form closer.
“Prowl...” Jazz started but Prowl stopped him by placing both of his hand behind Jazz's head and pressed their lips close.
“Forgive me my love” He begged. “ Forgive this fool that stands before you.” Prowl rested his helm on Jazz's and felt the smaller form shiver.
“But I never told you
What I should have said
No I never told you
I just held it in “ Prowl recited the song that made him see. Because for a seeing mech Prowl has been blind for so long. But not any more.
“...I love you Jazz” Prowl whispered and then kissed the visored mech “I love you” He said more firmly. “Jazz” He whispered and ignored the shuttle behind them that just departed, both not paying mind to it.
Jazz smiled warmly at Prowl “Better late then never love. Better late than never.” Prowl let out a sigh of relieve as he embraced the smaller form. He looked at the now departed shuttled. It was still close to them and it's shiny surface provided Prowl to stare at his reflection. But this time he smiled because he liked what he saw.
“What are ye lookin' at?” Muttered Jazz as he followed his gaze. Prowl gently gripped Jazz's hands.
“Us” He stated. “I see us”
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A/N - Ever since I saw the clip I couldn't stop thinking of Prowl and Jazz. Sorry if there are mistakes, not betaed. This was supposed to be angst but I couldn't, I just couldn't bring my self to do that to them (I did write it as an angst but felt horrible afterwards - I like this one better. Clap your has if you like happy endings! ^^)
Prowl enter his dark and empty quarters. They were only his now. He would no longer share them with him. The SIC couldn't help but let his wings droop now that he was alone. He quietly reached the big berth in the room and sat on it. He vented hard.
This was right. This is how it should be. They were at war. This was the right choice.
Then why did it feel so wrong?
And yet his battle computer started encouraging him, telling him me did good. He looked at the dark quarters. They were so empty now, it was like all the life had left.
Prowl offlined his optics desperately trying to calm himself. He would leave in a couple of breems and this pain would go away with him....
Prowl on-lined his optics and they accidental landed on the big desk in the room. No longer messy with reports, music files, holo - vids and all sorts of little things that he found insignificant and yet he couldn't help but miss them now.
There, on the empty desk stood a single data chip. He clenched his fists and willed him self to get up and take the small object. Prowl looked at it, pondering should he open it or simply ignore it. He severed these bonds - he shouldn’t dig in the still, oh so fresh wound.
But his spark called out to him, begging to open the small object. Making his decision he sat behind the desk and turned the data- chip on.
If Prowl's world was spinning till this point, then it suddenly stopped as he read the message that was displayed on his screen.
My dearest Prowler....
Prowl resisted the urge to choke as he read that dreaded nickname. Oh, how he longed to hear it now.
I wrote this for you today. Probably the last of it's kind for deep inside my soul I know, you truly will never be mine...
My spark to you I handed hoping yours would in turn find me. But I was a dreamer dreaming, for things that were not meant to be. I waited as time did passed me in hope that your love would grow praying that it would somehow find me, longing for its warmth to know. Love is always best given, for it should never be locked up inside, the happiness that it brings us,out weighs the tears we cry....
Prowl. My precious, dearest Prowl. Forgive me for not letting you know sooner about my feeling about you. A huge part of me keeps on insisting that, perhaps if I stayed quiet, kept them to my self, this would have never happened. But I would rather live an empty life rather than a life that I kept questioning.
Know that I do not blame you for not choosing me. I personally know that the good of the many outweigh the good of the one - we are but at war. We have no choice....
...but if we did, I chose you, my love.
I do not know if we shall cross pats again so let me say it one last time, just once -
I. Love. You
~Jazz
Prowl stood there, stunned. He placed a servo over his chest, where his spark troubled painfully. If this was the right choice, then why did it hurt so much?
He stood up and started pacing in the room, oblivious to the song that started to play right after he read the message.
I miss those blue eyes
How you kissed me at night
I miss the way we sleep
Like there's no sunrise
Like the taste of your smile
I miss the way we breathe
Prowl paced. He was right. He always was. His battle computer never failed him. If he and Jazz were to persuade this relationship further then it would compromise their work.
He did the right thing. That was the single thought he repeated over and over again.
Suddenly he stopped in front of a mirror and looked at his reflection, and finally hearing the song.
But I never told you
What I should have said
No I never told you
I just held it in
He looked at the mirror, but he did not see himself - he saw all the happy memories that floated around him, all the happy times the he took joy in the horrible war. He stilled completely as he listened to the song and kept staring at the mirror.
But I never told you
What I should have said
No I never told you
I just held it in
And now I miss everything
About you
I can't believe I still want
You
Regret. He felt regret. Jazz was able to tell him what he felt, but Prowl couldn't. He just couldn't. And suddenly all the happy memories shifted, showing his what could have been - all the new happy memories he could have been made. He stared at the greening face of Jazz that now stood beside him with a look of pure adoration. And then suddenly it all was wiped away....
But I never told you
What I should have said
No I never told you
I just held it in
And now I miss everything
About you
He saw an empty room, not much different from this one. A lone berth and an empty desk. He saw an emptiness that frightened him more that death it self. He shook his head in denial. No, he did not want this. Yes, it would seem the war was won and yet he did not feel like a winner.
He took a step back as he saw himself entering the empty room, no warmth to greet him.
He took another one as he finally saw how truly dead his optics looked like.
Can't believe that I still want
You
He bolted from the room surprising his subordinates, but he didn't care. No, he did not what to become that mech - he refused to give away the only thing he has worth fighting for. He prayed that he made it time.
Jazz stood outside of the ship that was already departing. He waited for every one to get on board and the small silver mech was the last one left.
“Sir, we're waiting for you.” A subordinate said, waiting for him to board. Jazz nodded and took a step forward and the another. Just one step separated him from entering the shuttle. That one small step seemed like a canyon to him. Jazz offlined his visor. If he took that step forward there was no turning back. Not anymore. Jazz on-lined his visor and just as his foot stepped on the other side he herd his name being called. He turned around only to see Prowl running full speed at him.
He didn't know if the notice that he emitted came from his vocalizer of his now turning tires as he raced over to Prowl. Just inches before they crashed in to each other they transformed and embraced each other, holding for dear life.
“Jazz...” Prowl whispered “My beautiful Jazz. I have been such a fool” The door winged mech held the smaller form closer.
“Prowl...” Jazz started but Prowl stopped him by placing both of his hand behind Jazz's head and pressed their lips close.
“Forgive me my love” He begged. “ Forgive this fool that stands before you.” Prowl rested his helm on Jazz's and felt the smaller form shiver.
“But I never told you
What I should have said
No I never told you
I just held it in “ Prowl recited the song that made him see. Because for a seeing mech Prowl has been blind for so long. But not any more.
“...I love you Jazz” Prowl whispered and then kissed the visored mech “I love you” He said more firmly. “Jazz” He whispered and ignored the shuttle behind them that just departed, both not paying mind to it.
Jazz smiled warmly at Prowl “Better late then never love. Better late than never.” Prowl let out a sigh of relieve as he embraced the smaller form. He looked at the now departed shuttled. It was still close to them and it's shiny surface provided Prowl to stare at his reflection. But this time he smiled because he liked what he saw.
“What are ye lookin' at?” Muttered Jazz as he followed his gaze. Prowl gently gripped Jazz's hands.
“Us” He stated. “I see us”
***---***---***
A/N - Ever since I saw the clip I couldn't stop thinking of Prowl and Jazz. Sorry if there are mistakes, not betaed. This was supposed to be angst but I couldn't, I just couldn't bring my self to do that to them (I did write it as an angst but felt horrible afterwards - I like this one better. Clap your has if you like happy endings! ^^)