Turn the tables
Because it always seems like Jazz is always the one in trouble, what would happen if the tables were turned. Huh, what could our sweet Prowl ever do wrong?
I blame dark_daebereth and tvcatbarn for this I've been reading their comments on other postings and somewhere in my crazy brain this bunny got spawned XD
This hasn't been beta'd, so all mistakes are mine. Please feel free to point at them and laugh, then poke me with a sharp stick ;D
Discalimer: No ownage + No sueage = There not mine (boo hoo)
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It was perhaps the strangest situation the Autobots could ever remember witnessing. And seeing as they were aliens from another planet that had explored their own galaxy, they’d seen some strange things.
This, now this was above any giant, metal eating worms, or life forms made entirely out of rock. No this was something that few, well none of them had ever contemplated.
There had been plenty of times through the centuries and millennia where Prowl had been in a true snit with his bond-mate and had promptly either ignored the sneaky mech for a length of time, or on a couple of occasions, banished him to sleep in the rec room or in worst case scenario one of the cargo bays.
So when they heard the dulcet tones of both black and whites yelling at each other, they started taking bets as to where Jazz would be rooming that night.
The pool had just closed when a black and white mech trudged wearily into the rec room, and flumped himself on a couch looking extremely dejected.
Sideswipe, being a little quicker than the rest, snapped his jaw shut, turned to Smokescreen and demanded, “I want my money back!”
The other betters followed suit, and Smokescreen had no argument as they’d all expected Jazz, not Prowl, to be thrown out of their quarters.
As the evening wore on, the mechs slowly dwindled from the huge hoard that had gathered one side of the room taking up their new hobby of Prowl watching.
The Datsun sat in silence, lips down-turned and optics dimmed in a wonderful imitation of Sideswipe’s own kicked puppy look. The evening only got better when Jazz strolled in to get his Energon, not even giving his bond-mate a second glance.
Prowl however, had perked his head up, optics brightening and a look of such passionate longing drifted over his faceplates, all the other mechs turned puppy-dog eyes on Jazz hoping he’d take pity on the tactician.
Jazz ignored them all and waltzed out of the room without a word, or a glance at Prowl.
When the majority had disappeared for recharge or shift, it was Sideswipe who ventured over and sat next to the Datsun staring for a moment before finally inhaling through his vents and daring to speak. “What in the seven burning fires of the pit and its spawned demons did you do, to frag Jazz off that much?” he figured stepping around the subject would be pointless, anyway.
He hadn’t really expected an answer from the tactician; in fact when it came to tight lipped and ducks aft’s Prowls lips were tighter.
“I betrayed him.”
Sideswipe fell off the seat.
He picked himself up, staring at the mech, “Prowl, you,” Sideswipe paused, “who the frag with?” he seethed out the words. Angry that Prowl could do this to Jazz, after all if ever there was a relationship that could be considered solid, then it was Prowl and Jazz.
“I said I betrayed him, not cheated, you metal oaf.”
Oh, this was a night of surprises Sideswipe mused, Prowl had just insulted him. “Okay, how did you betray him?”
Prowl didn’t answer, so Sideswipe sat next to him, putting on an earnest face Sideswipe asked him once more.
Finally Prowl opened his mouth, “I was making a list of inventory, whilst reading a data pad from Prime about a new science laboratory being opened that would require the Autobots to cover in their security sweeps.”
Sideswipe frowned, he wasn’t actually sure why Jazz would be fragged over that. It was Prowl’s duty. A smug thought passed through the red devil’s processor.
Oh, surely not even Prowl would be that stupid.
“Prowl, exactly what were you doing whilst making the inventory list and reading the data pad?” Sideswipe couldn’t hold back the smile of glee as Prowl confirmed his suspicion.
“We were interfacing.”
Sideswipe fell off the seat…this time in hysterics.