Gift Fic - Dark Daebereth
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The gentle purring of two well-tuned engines as they rolled to a stop outside the quiet house was nothing unusual for the placid suburban neighbourhood.
The only unusualness was the colouring of the Nissan 350z that looked to be white speckled with patches of black. It was parked in front of a slate grey Pontiac Solstice, the cars close enough that fenders touched, making them look intimate.
Until the Nissan jerked forward and parts of the car began to whirr and shift, changing form from a four wheeled vehicle to a towering mechanoid life form.
The Pontiac had followed suit, and in the quiet road two mechs stared in annoyance at the house.
“Prowler, what ya gonna do about her?”
The Nissan, standing at least eighteen feet tall and sporting a red chevron turned to his mate, smirking. “Don’t worry Jazz; I will handle this the Autobot way.”
Prowl lowered himself to one knee, and using his little finger tapped on the door of the house.
A young, dark-haired woman answered, her face puzzled at seeing no one standing at her doorstep until she noticed two sets of giant, metallic feet taking up the width of the road.
Her frown turned to a smile of glee as she stepped onto her lawn her head lifting as dark eyes trailed up the two large figures.
“Prowl, Jazz,” she breathed out the words as though speaking louder would cause them to disappear in a puff of smoke.
Instead, prowl stepped forward, his foot sinking into the grass of her lawn. “Dark Daebereth?”
The woman nodded vigorously, amazed that these two graceful mechanical beings knew of her.
Prowl lent over her, “We’ve read your stories.” Prowl’s neutral tone changed, emotion peeking through.
“Ya keep killin’ me!” a high pitched, wounded voice chirped over Prowl’s shoulder.
Jazz glared at the girl through his muted visor. “Ya kill me, and you turn me crazy.” And to heap more of his suffering onto the girl he added, “I ain’t never gonna have a happy endin’ with you writin’ me.”
The young woman stumbled back, her own hurt showing clearly on her face. “I can’t help it,” she explained, “It’s the angst that you bring out in me.”
Prowl stood up, “Well allow me to cure you of that,” he offered politely.
Jazz giggled, and Prowl’s calm optics shifted from their cerulean blue to a wicked scarlet.
Dark Daebereth only had time to swallow before a large foot was raised and stomped down on the place where she stood.
Prowl turned to his mate, Jazz’s visor now glowing blood red. “Come on baby,” Jazz drawled, “let’s go have some fun.”
As the mechs walked away, the willowy figure of a purple Tiefling shifted, alerting only the chirping birds and buzzing insects to her presence.
She knew that perhaps she should have done something to help the girl, but hey, she mused, she’d finally got her own wonderful, tragic ending. She was finally happy as she faded away.
Author's Note: I know this doesn't seem like a very nice fic for a good friend, but there is a perfectly good reason for this. I was walking along day dreaming some whileback when this bunneh popped into my head. The bunneh was just this visual of Prowl confronting Daebereth for all the angst she writes about Jazz. It was when hewas about to stomp on her that I ended up channeling a certain purple tiefling, Zhavah! For a moment I was there, in that bunneh, and I asked Zhavah why she wasn't doing anything to save Daebereth. The tiefling looked at me and said, "Hey, I'm not helping, this way I finally get my tragic ending." It was at this point I nearly got run over by a car because I wasn't watching what I was doing XDD
Daebereth, herself, had a good giggle over this bunneh.