Title: Forced Hand (2/2)
Verse: G1 AU
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Angst, fluff, intimacy, and a very possessive Jazz
Characters/pairing: Prowl/Jazz

This is part of To Love a Stranger. Timeline is somewhere just before Someone Once Who Cared.  Not sure I am entirely satisfied with this so there may be a re-write somewhere down the road. Please shred ( Read more... )

Title: Forced Hand (1/2)
Verse: G1 AU
Rating: PG-13 (ish?)
Warnings: Angst, fluff
Characters/pairing: Prowl/Jazz, random unnamed mechs and femmes

This is part of To Love a Stranger. Timeline is somewhere just before Someone Who Cared.  Please shred or enjoy as you will.

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Jazz walked up behind his bondmate, wrapped his arms carefully around the larger mech and held him close. He could feel the pain that others could not see.

Prowl would be the first to admit that Praxus had never really been home for him. But it had been a hope after Polyhex had fallen to the rebels, a place that had not been tainted by the war. ( Read more... )

Jazz walked slowly down that hall. His hip joint was completely repaired, though  still a little stiff, but it was not the joint that was the cause of his slow pace.

His creators had been furious when they had been informed of the truth. Things weren’t quite as bad as they could be- Praxus needed them at least until the unrest settled. After ( Read more... )

"Who are you?"

Prowl paused, then slowly he set aside the data pad he had been reading and turned to face Jazz squarely. He had been expecting this question ever since the medic had allowed him into Jazz’s room. "I am Prowl."

"Which I've figured out means exactly nuthin'." Jazz snapped, frustration and anger coloring his voice. He had thought ( Read more... )

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"Are you sure this is safe?" Prowl questioned carefully as he followed Jazz through the streets of Polyhex. Even sequestered away in the compound Prowl had never stopped listening. The entire planet had been thrown into turmoil with the unexpected transfer of power among the Primes, and Polyhex had been one of the centers of extreme unrest.

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"…yah know I'm here…"

Yes, Prowl knew he was there, as much as he wanted to deny it. To pretend that there was no one standing in the door. That Jazz was not standing in the door. That the mech he had fallen in love with, however unwillingly, was standing in the door. That the mech he knew he was going to hurt eventually, was standing in the ( Read more... )

The mech now joined them for the morning meal on occasion, but he rarely spoke and only offered the occasional small smile. Jazz had reverted to his normal self, open and happy. He constantly tried to engage Prowl in various activities, involve him in things, hoping that the mech would open up to him.

But since that first night when he had ( Read more... )

Prowl sat in the quarters that were now his, contemplating the gameboard before him. Jazz had spent the day showing him around the compound that was now Prowls’ home as well, and then returned to the quarters that were supposed to be 'theirs'.

They had played another game of Sovereign, one that Prowl had barely won. His energy reserves had ( Read more... )