Fic: The Peril of My Spark (chapter 10)
Title: The Peril of My Spark
Chapter: 10/17
Fandom: Transformers
Rating: M
Warnings: Off-screen violence, light smut, spark interfacing
Relationships: Prowl/Sideswipe/Sunstreaker
Characters: Prowl, Jazz, Sideswipe, Sunstreaker
Summary: G1. Earth. Prowl is slowly dying. There is something that could save him, but is he ready to do it?
Chapter 10 of 17
Prowl sat alone in a dark room. He wondered how things had gone so wrong so suddenly. He had wanted to be honest and had told the twins his conditions, but he hadn’t expected this result. The second in command didn’t know who he should be angry at. Should he be angry at himself because he had allowed things to go so far, or the twins because of their weird conclusions. He had a reputation of being cold and emotionless, but he had thought that the twins had seen inside his outer shell. Obviously not. Why try at all?
This was all Jazz’ fault. If the saboteur hadn’t gotten him to believe that he had a chance, he wouldn’t even have tried. Jazz always got him to try new things, and most of those he had to admit he liked. There had been a few catastrophes like the rock concert. He had gotten a processor ache from that music. This was however the biggest catastrophe by far.
“You shouldn’t sit in the dark”, a familiar voice said from the door.
“Jazz. What are you doing here?” the tactician asked without shifting his gaze from the floor.
“I heard what happened.”
The saboteur closed the door and put the lights on, but only on a dim setting. Prowl sat on the edge of the couch and looked at the floor. The second in command’s door wings drooped and Jazz saw how the tactician’s demeanor was depressed. The saboteur didn’t like what he saw at all, but he had expected it. He had escorted Tracks to brig when Red Alert had commed him about what had happened in the rec room.
“It’s over”, Prowl said. “They don’t want to be with me anymore. It’s all your fault. You made me think I had a chance.”
“My dear Prowl. If it’s someone’s fault, it’s Tracks’. He opened his big mouth in the rec room.”
“Tracks?”, the second in command looked at Jazz confusedly. “Why would this be Tracks’ fault?”
“You are not the only one who is insecure. And Tracks said things that got Sunstreaker to suspect that you don’t care about them.”
“But…”
“Yes?”
“I care about them a lot. I don’t want anyone else”, the tactician said so sparkbroken that Jazz sat down next to him and hugged him.
“I know. And deep in their spark, they know it too, but sometimes badly chosen words get us to doubt ourself and others. Come. Let’s put you to berth. Things will look better tomorrow.” The saboteur helped Prowl to up and lead him to the berth.
“I don’t want to be alone.”
“You are not alone. I’m here. Just recharge”, Jazz said and sat down on the edge of the berth.
OOoOoOo
“Sunny. Talk to me”, Sideswipe pleaded.
“There is nothing to talk about. Stop bothering me”, Sunstreaker turned his back to his brother and started organizing his art supplies.
“We need to talk. You cannot just walk away”, the red frontliner said and gripped his brother’s shoulder.
“Don’t touch me”, Sunstreaker growled and slapped the hand away from his shoulder.
“Sunny-”
“-Don’t call me by that name.”
“We need to talk about it”, Sideswipe grabbed his brother’s hand and turned Sunstreaker to face him. “Tracks is an idiot. You can’t believe anything he says.” The red frontliner leaned back just in time to avoid the blow aimed at his face, but he didn’t release his grip. “You know that yourself. Prowl isn’t shallow. He doesn’t do anything casually.”
Sunstreaker threw himself against Sideswipe and they both fell to the floor. “Why would he care about us? Primus, he’s Prime’s second in command. The only thing we could give him is a good interfacing.”
“You don’t really think like that, Sunny.” Sideswipe got up from under his brother. When Sunstreaker didn’t answer or move at all the red frontliner turned him around. Sunstreaker looked subdued.
“I screwed up, didn’t I”, the yellow frontliner said quietly.
“I would said that you screwed up in a major way”, a third voice took part in the conversation. A voice that wasn’t soft. Sideswipe watched how Jazz stepped in and closed the door. The saboteur didn’t look happy. “You know, if the only thing Prowl would want was interfacing, I would have been more than happy to help him out. But our lovely second in command doesn’t do casual relationships and certainly not casual interfacing. You should know that by now.”
“I know”, Sideswipe said. “But Sunny feels insecure.”
“I don’t”
“Yes, you do. You always do this when things get serious. You drive away everybody you start to have feelings for.”
“I warned you”, Jazz said and leaned on the wall. He looked relaxed and dangerous at the same time.
“We’ll fix this,” Sideswipe said. “Won’t we, Sunny?”
“I can’t fix this.” Sunstreaker started to sit up. “He hates us now.”
The saboteur laughed. “One thing I know about Prowl is that he doesn’t hold grudges. An honest apology will make a big difference.”
“How should we ask for his forgiveness?” Sideswipe asked.
“That’s your problem. I recommend you do it during his free time. But I’ll give you on a tip.” Jazz noticed how the twins’ attention focused on him. “Prowl likes acid confections.”
“Thank you Jazz”, Sideswipe said honestly and nudged his brother.
“Yeah. Thank you, Jazz.” Sunstreaker growled.
“Don’t disappoint me,” the saboteur said before he left. When the door closed Sideswipe stood up and pulled his brother up from the floor.
“You will start baking,” the red frontliner said to his brother.
“Why me?”
“Because you caused this whole mess. I’ll visit Mirage. With some luck he will part with some vintage high grade.”
“It’ll not be cheap. Mirage values that stuff.”
“Prowl is worth it, don’t you think?” Sideswipe asked his twin.
“Yes he is.”
Next: The twins’ apology.