When You Return
Title: When You Return
Verse: Bayverse
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairings: Optimus Prime, Jazz; OptimusxJazz
Word Count: 445
Warnings: Character Death
Summary: It was his time alone that he cherished most...
Notes: This is a prompt response for tf_rare_pairing. The prompt was "Optimus/Jazz- A Moment of Down Time."
It began with a voice. A mere whisper in his audial, so gentle, so soothing. So familiar, yet it wrenched his spark to simply hear it.
“Optimus! Get Up! They need you, please get up…”
And he had. Just for him.
The voices around him screamed, commanding him to wake up and fight. They were not the voice he’d awakened for.
For a time after, he dismissed the whisper as unreal; a distortion of those belonging to his living comrades. It was too much to hope… So he tried to let go, to force the unending pain in his spark back into the deep recesses of his processor. But the feeling followed him. It haunted him.
A caress across his hand, his cheek. His imagination, surely. He ignored them, biting back that painful hope that threatened to bloom across his sensor net.
A tickle against his audio sensors. Static surely, the tone a mere coincidence.
“Believe in me.”
Optimus awoke from recharge with a startled gasp. His vents hitched, cycling hot air; a byproduct of his frenzied dreaming.
Azure optics flickered toward the window, noting the lowering position of the Earth’s sun. It was getting late and there was still so much work to be done. His break, his cherished down time, had run too long.
Optimus sat forward on the large couch-like piece of furniture that the humans had crafted for him. He was reluctant to leave just yet.
“Stay…”
“Not for much longer…” Optimus murmured, pressing into the soft caress that brushed over his cheek.
“…Working too hard…” the voice whispered, fading from its previous strength.
Optimus smiled gently and shook his head at the empty room. Slowly, he extended his arms out, open to welcome someone to him who wasn’t there. “Shhh… You are expending your energy…” he said softly. “No more talking…”
A quiet buzzing touched the Prime’s audials, a gentle acknowledgment. It let him know that the other had not yet faded away.
A soft brush, a bump, and then a feather like pressure. Optimus felt the cherished spirit settle into his hold, wrapping invisible limbs around the red and blue plating. There was a soft, unmistakable feel of a formless helm settling against his chest.
“I will be here when you return,” Optimus whispered, his arms circling around the presence.
“…Optimus…” the voice said, weaker still as his energy was expended. “…Love you…”
Optimus shuttered his optics and pressed a kiss to the invisible helm. There was no returning pressure. The spirit had begun to fade within his arms. Soon, he would disappear altogether. Until he had regained his strength, Optimus would be alone...
“I love you too Jazz…”
Verse: Bayverse
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairings: Optimus Prime, Jazz; OptimusxJazz
Word Count: 445
Warnings: Character Death
Summary: It was his time alone that he cherished most...
Notes: This is a prompt response for tf_rare_pairing. The prompt was "Optimus/Jazz- A Moment of Down Time."
It began with a voice. A mere whisper in his audial, so gentle, so soothing. So familiar, yet it wrenched his spark to simply hear it.
“Optimus! Get Up! They need you, please get up…”
And he had. Just for him.
The voices around him screamed, commanding him to wake up and fight. They were not the voice he’d awakened for.
For a time after, he dismissed the whisper as unreal; a distortion of those belonging to his living comrades. It was too much to hope… So he tried to let go, to force the unending pain in his spark back into the deep recesses of his processor. But the feeling followed him. It haunted him.
A caress across his hand, his cheek. His imagination, surely. He ignored them, biting back that painful hope that threatened to bloom across his sensor net.
A tickle against his audio sensors. Static surely, the tone a mere coincidence.
“Believe in me.”
Optimus awoke from recharge with a startled gasp. His vents hitched, cycling hot air; a byproduct of his frenzied dreaming.
Azure optics flickered toward the window, noting the lowering position of the Earth’s sun. It was getting late and there was still so much work to be done. His break, his cherished down time, had run too long.
Optimus sat forward on the large couch-like piece of furniture that the humans had crafted for him. He was reluctant to leave just yet.
“Stay…”
“Not for much longer…” Optimus murmured, pressing into the soft caress that brushed over his cheek.
“…Working too hard…” the voice whispered, fading from its previous strength.
Optimus smiled gently and shook his head at the empty room. Slowly, he extended his arms out, open to welcome someone to him who wasn’t there. “Shhh… You are expending your energy…” he said softly. “No more talking…”
A quiet buzzing touched the Prime’s audials, a gentle acknowledgment. It let him know that the other had not yet faded away.
A soft brush, a bump, and then a feather like pressure. Optimus felt the cherished spirit settle into his hold, wrapping invisible limbs around the red and blue plating. There was a soft, unmistakable feel of a formless helm settling against his chest.
“I will be here when you return,” Optimus whispered, his arms circling around the presence.
“…Optimus…” the voice said, weaker still as his energy was expended. “…Love you…”
Optimus shuttered his optics and pressed a kiss to the invisible helm. There was no returning pressure. The spirit had begun to fade within his arms. Soon, he would disappear altogether. Until he had regained his strength, Optimus would be alone...
“I love you too Jazz…”