Snowstorm
Title: Snowstorm
Author: Sideslip sideslip_tf
Rating: G
Warnings: None. This is complete winter fluff with only a reference to kisses.
Universe: TFA
Words: 653
Reference Work: Snowflakes http://prowlxjazz.livejournal.com/570203.html
Notes: Written for the December 2012 Challenge to take an existing story and rewrite it from another character's perspective. This is the story written from Jazz's point of view.
***
Jazz stifled a sigh as Sentinel issued more orders for securing the Steelhaven. It was true that the cold dirty slush of Detroit winter was unpleasant but the pompous Prime behaved as though he would deactivate if the substance touched him. He continued working through his list of tasks and quickly checked the latest weather report. If he didn't receive any additional orders he should be done before the storm reached them.
***
Jazz slipped a cube of high grade into his subspace along with some gelled energon candies and rust sticks. The blizzard was predicted to last for quite some time and he wanted to be prepared. He slipped undetected out of the Steelhaven and transformed into vehicle mode just as large fluffy snowflakes began to fall from the low clouds.
The streets were empty and no one saw as he carefully made his way through town. The snowfall quickly became heavier and visibility decreased. The roads rapidly became hazardous but he reached his destination before travel became treacherous.
He transformed and scaled a building. By then the snow was blinding and Jazz could sense the power of the storm. It was glorious and he paused for a moment just to appreciate the feel of it. He could barely see, having to rely on his other senses and familiarity with his path to guide him. As he reached his goal he had only a moment to see Prowl standing before him enjoying the blizzard. The other ninjabot looked so calm and at peace; the first time Jazz had truly seen him like this. It was lovely. If this was the only time he ever saw Prowl like this, it was worth it.
He wasn't surprised when the other mech's attention snapped to him and the look of peace was replaced by something less pleasant. Prowl disappeared into the warehouse. With the storm getting worse with each passing moment Jazz had no choice but to follow.
***
Jazz enjoyed meditating with to Prowl. Contrary to what most thought, he really did enjoy quiet. This blizzard shut out the world with howling winds and muffling snow. He knew other mechs were around the base but since there couldn't possibly be any Decepticon activity in this storm he was sure they were all quietly enjoying some time to themselves. Ratchet was probably either polishing wrenches or recharging. Bumblebee would be playing video games and Bulkhead would be painting. Optimus was undoubtedly reading but Jazz couldn't decide if the Prime would be reading Cybertronian history or human romances.
Then there was Prowl. The enigmatic mech seemed to enjoy the spectacular blizzard and the fact that everyone else was occupied elsewhere. Outwardly the ninjabot appeared calm but Jazz could tell that he was agitated. He wondered if Prowl was angry with him for being there. Perhaps an offering of some candies would be appropriate. Maybe Prowl preferred the tart taste of rust sticks? Jazz was glad he had both.
As Jazz meditated on the activities of his friends, he felt a thin blanket of snow begin to accumulate on his frame. It was cold but it was also soft. He sensed some movement from Prowl but he remained still with his visor offline. Out of curiosity he asked, "What are ya thinkin' about?"
***
A single snowflake. A single kiss. Here for a moment and then gone. Jazz wanted more but he had already received more than he had hoped. He clung to that fragile moment after he pulled away from Prowl. They silently gazed at one another. Jazz expected to deflect a blow to his helm but was pleasantly surprised when Prowl spoke and softly returned the kiss.
If it was true that no two snowflakes were alike and Prowl was interested in comparing the endless variety of delicate ice crystals to kisses, then Jazz was glad he had that cube of high grade as well.
Author: Sideslip sideslip_tf
Rating: G
Warnings: None. This is complete winter fluff with only a reference to kisses.
Universe: TFA
Words: 653
Reference Work: Snowflakes http://prowlxjazz.livejournal.com/570203.html
Notes: Written for the December 2012 Challenge to take an existing story and rewrite it from another character's perspective. This is the story written from Jazz's point of view.
***
Jazz stifled a sigh as Sentinel issued more orders for securing the Steelhaven. It was true that the cold dirty slush of Detroit winter was unpleasant but the pompous Prime behaved as though he would deactivate if the substance touched him. He continued working through his list of tasks and quickly checked the latest weather report. If he didn't receive any additional orders he should be done before the storm reached them.
***
Jazz slipped a cube of high grade into his subspace along with some gelled energon candies and rust sticks. The blizzard was predicted to last for quite some time and he wanted to be prepared. He slipped undetected out of the Steelhaven and transformed into vehicle mode just as large fluffy snowflakes began to fall from the low clouds.
The streets were empty and no one saw as he carefully made his way through town. The snowfall quickly became heavier and visibility decreased. The roads rapidly became hazardous but he reached his destination before travel became treacherous.
He transformed and scaled a building. By then the snow was blinding and Jazz could sense the power of the storm. It was glorious and he paused for a moment just to appreciate the feel of it. He could barely see, having to rely on his other senses and familiarity with his path to guide him. As he reached his goal he had only a moment to see Prowl standing before him enjoying the blizzard. The other ninjabot looked so calm and at peace; the first time Jazz had truly seen him like this. It was lovely. If this was the only time he ever saw Prowl like this, it was worth it.
He wasn't surprised when the other mech's attention snapped to him and the look of peace was replaced by something less pleasant. Prowl disappeared into the warehouse. With the storm getting worse with each passing moment Jazz had no choice but to follow.
***
Jazz enjoyed meditating with to Prowl. Contrary to what most thought, he really did enjoy quiet. This blizzard shut out the world with howling winds and muffling snow. He knew other mechs were around the base but since there couldn't possibly be any Decepticon activity in this storm he was sure they were all quietly enjoying some time to themselves. Ratchet was probably either polishing wrenches or recharging. Bumblebee would be playing video games and Bulkhead would be painting. Optimus was undoubtedly reading but Jazz couldn't decide if the Prime would be reading Cybertronian history or human romances.
Then there was Prowl. The enigmatic mech seemed to enjoy the spectacular blizzard and the fact that everyone else was occupied elsewhere. Outwardly the ninjabot appeared calm but Jazz could tell that he was agitated. He wondered if Prowl was angry with him for being there. Perhaps an offering of some candies would be appropriate. Maybe Prowl preferred the tart taste of rust sticks? Jazz was glad he had both.
As Jazz meditated on the activities of his friends, he felt a thin blanket of snow begin to accumulate on his frame. It was cold but it was also soft. He sensed some movement from Prowl but he remained still with his visor offline. Out of curiosity he asked, "What are ya thinkin' about?"
***
A single snowflake. A single kiss. Here for a moment and then gone. Jazz wanted more but he had already received more than he had hoped. He clung to that fragile moment after he pulled away from Prowl. They silently gazed at one another. Jazz expected to deflect a blow to his helm but was pleasantly surprised when Prowl spoke and softly returned the kiss.
If it was true that no two snowflakes were alike and Prowl was interested in comparing the endless variety of delicate ice crystals to kisses, then Jazz was glad he had that cube of high grade as well.