Fic: The Peril of My Spark (chapter 11)
Title: The Peril of My Spark
Chapter: 11/17
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
Chapter 11 of 17
Prowl stared at a package in front of his office door. It had black and white paper with yellow and red ribbons, exactly as the same as the gift that the twins gave him last time, so it was a logical conclusion that it was from them. The second in command even calculated the probability for it. It was high. Why would they give him a gift after yesterday? Was it a prank?
The tactician stood a few minutes and just looked at the package. His battle computer gave a lot of possibilities. He decided to act after he got a few curious glances from bots walking past his office. Prowl discarded caution and picked the package up. Nothing exploded. He opened the door and stepped inside his office for a more careful investigation.
The package was quite light. When he moved it, he heard something moving inside it. The second in command made room for the package on his desk. If it was a prank, he didn’t want all of his datapads to glitter - or worse. Nevertheless the tactician was curious and maybe a little hopeful. He opened the ribbons and put them carefully on his desk. Slowly he unwrapped the paper and an astonished sound escaped his lips. He was looking at energon confections.
Prowl sat down behind his desk. There was a note on top of the confections and he picked it up. Elegant glyphs formed an apology and a request to arrive at specific coordinates after his shift ended. The second in command put the note down next to the ribbons and leaned back. The twins were apologizing. It meant they were sorry. It opened up a lot of possibilities.
The tactician picked up one of the confections and examined it. It looked like a normal energon confection. Although he had already discarded the possibility of a prank. This was an honest apology and he should weight his options. First however he would enjoy a confection. It had been too long since he had last eaten anything like that. In fact it had been before they left Cybertron. Quite too long.
The confection melted in his mouth and Prowl found himself smiling. It was an acid confection. Just like he liked it. How had the twins known?
“That had to taste good if the quivering of your doorwings is any indication.”
“Jazz! Did you hack in to my office - again?”
“Yep. Aw. You smiled.”
“Jazz,” Prowl said and tried not to smile. Without any success.
“Obviously the twins did something right”, the saboteur said and sat down in a guest chair.
“Did you have something to do with this?” the second in command asked even if he had his own suspicions already.
“Might be that I gave them a tip, then again I might not have”, Jazz said and put his feet on the desk.
“Jazz, take your feet off my desk”, the tactician said and tried to sound irritated. It was difficult when he still tasted the awesome acid flavor in his mouth.
“I don’t know. What’s in it for me?”
“Maybe I feed you one of these confections if you don’t take your feet away. These are, ah so lovely, acid flavored.”
“Yuck. Who would want that”, Jazz laughed and sat properly in his chair. “I don’t know how you can eat those. I want my confections as sweet as possible.”
“I have always liked them acid flavored.”
“What you are going to do?” Jazz asked seriously.
“What do you mean?” Prowl looked at the saboteur feeling confused.
“About the apology. I assume that’s what this is. I hope.”
“Ah. I haven’t decided yet. They hope to meet me later today,” Prowl said and slowly ate his confection. “What do you think?”
“I think that you have to follow your spark and decide if they are worth taking a risk or not. What ever you decide, I’m here if you need me.”
“Thank you, Jazz. I appreciate it.”
OOoOoOo
Sunstreaker put down a yellow picnic cloth on the grass. How Sideswipe had found it, he had no idea. His brother had a habit of finding and collecting weird things, most of which were used in a various ways to prank. The yellow frontliner had a long time ago stopped to troubling his processor with Sideswipe’s doing. Often it was just better not to know.
“Shouldn’t he already be here?” Red frontliner asked and arranged the basket on the picnic cloth for about the tenth time already.
“He still has a few minutes. You know he is punctual”, Sunstreaker said even if he wasn’t any calmer than his brother.
Sideswipe had organized everything and Sunstreaker had helped him as much he could. The yellow frontliner was a good baker and he had made many kinds of confections, most of those were acid flavored. He had even tried new recipes. One of the new ones were the Praxian confections. Sunstreaker had ended up asking for help from Bluestreak, who had helped him without asking for anything in return. The twin’s and the second in command’s current situation was the hottest gossip in the Ark and yellow frontliner was quite sure the gunner knew why he wanted to learn those recipes. Bluestreak had always been kind to them and was first to accept their relationship with the tactician.
“I hear his engine”, Sideswipe cried out.
Sunstreaker stopped to listen and heard it too, the powerful Datsun’s engine and on time. The sound that was so familiar to them by now. They waited for Prowl to arrive. After a while the engine sound stopped and they knew that the second in command had transformed to walk up the hill. Sunstreaker looked at how the tactician advanced slowly towards them. The sun glimmered on Prowl’s armor and the second in command looked almost like an angel. The yellow frontliner took an image capture and stored it in his memory banks. He would paint it later.
“I wasn’t sure you would come”, Sunstreaker said when the tactician stopped in front of them. Sideswipe glanced angrily at his brother. This wasn’t how he had wanted to start the conversation.
“Neither was I”, Prowl replied quietly. Sunstreaker noticed the second in command’s drooping door wings. It was a clear sign that that the tactician wasn’t feeling great. The yellow frontliner had learned to read Prow’s body language during their short time together.
“Please, sit down”, Sideswipe said and pointed at their picnic place.
The second in command nodded and sat down. He didn’t know what to say, so he was quiet. He looked at how the twins sat down and Sideswipe took a small bottle of energon from a basket, which could only be high grade with that color. The tactician looked at the bottle for a long time.
“We are all off duty, so there is no reason we couldn’t enjoy a little high grade. It doesn’t break any regulations,” Sideswipe said in defensive manner when he noticed Prowl’s gaze. Had he made a mistake?
The tactician shifted his gaze from the bottle to the red frontliner and saw how nervous he was. Sideswipe was right. There weren’t any regulations that prevented them from enjoying the high grade. “You are right. I’m sorry. It wasn’t my intention-”
“It’s alright Prowl. We understand”, Sideswipe said and lifted the bottle. “There isn’t much, but it’s good. Sunny, would you care to get the cubes.”
Sunstreaker dug up three cubes from the basket and handed them over to his brother. Sideswipe poured the high grade in the first cube and handed it to the second in command. The tactician took a careful sip and the twins saw how his optics brightened.
“Wow”, was only thing Prowl could say. It was obviously a vintage high grade from the towers. The second in command wasn’t of noble birth, so he had only rarely had a chance to enjoy high grade of this quality. There was only one bot in the Ark, who logically could have something like this in his possession and it wasn’t Sideswipe or Sunstreaker. How the twins had been able to get Mirage to part with it, the tactician didn’t even want to guess. The price hadn’t been cheap before the towers fell, let alone now. That the twins were ready to make such a trade made Prowl feel humble.
“You are worth it”, Sideswipe said guessing what the second in command was thinking. “We are sorry and we are not good with words, so we decided to show you how much we appreciate you. Here are some energon confections that Sunny made himself. He’s getting quite good at it.”
The red frontliner gave the tactician a plate with a few energon confections. There were different sizes and shapes. Prowl took one which he saw was an acid flavor. He might want to experiment later, but not yet. The second in command put the confection in his mouth and he couldn’t help smiling. The confection melted in his mouth slowly and the taste was heavenly. It was just like the ones he had eaten when was just a sparkling. He had been spoiled twice in a same day.
Sunstreaker felt how a weight fell from his shoulder when he saw their guest starting to smile. He had been unsure how his confections would be received. A small smile from the tactician was worth all of the trouble he had gone through.
“Apology accepted”, Prowl said after he had eaten the confection. He had had the whole day to think about what to do and he had always came back to Jazz’ words. The twins were worth the risk. He had never been as happy as with them, even if their time together had been short. And Optimus always told them to live a full life even during the war. If they gave up living, it would be same as letting the cons win. The second in command hadn’t really been living for a long time, but it had changed when the twins stepped into his office with a gift.
Sideswipe moved next to the tactician and Prowl put his hand around the red frontliner. Sideswipe put his helm on the second in command shoulder and looked at his brother expectantly. When Sunstreaker didn’t move, the tactician held out his hand to the yellow frontliner to show him that he was welcome. Slowly Sunstreaker stood up and moved the other side of Prowl. The second in command put his hand around the yellow frontliner and Sunstreaker followed his brother’s example and leaned on the tactician. There was no need for words. All was well.
“You hands are now taken. Do you know what that means?” Sideswipe said suddenly to Prowl. “It means that we have to feed you.”
For a moment Sunstreaker thought that his brother had gone too far, but then he heard the second in command’s bright laughter.
Next: The twins invite Prowl to a movie night in their quarters.
Chapter: 11/17
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
Chapter 11 of 17
Prowl stared at a package in front of his office door. It had black and white paper with yellow and red ribbons, exactly as the same as the gift that the twins gave him last time, so it was a logical conclusion that it was from them. The second in command even calculated the probability for it. It was high. Why would they give him a gift after yesterday? Was it a prank?
The tactician stood a few minutes and just looked at the package. His battle computer gave a lot of possibilities. He decided to act after he got a few curious glances from bots walking past his office. Prowl discarded caution and picked the package up. Nothing exploded. He opened the door and stepped inside his office for a more careful investigation.
The package was quite light. When he moved it, he heard something moving inside it. The second in command made room for the package on his desk. If it was a prank, he didn’t want all of his datapads to glitter - or worse. Nevertheless the tactician was curious and maybe a little hopeful. He opened the ribbons and put them carefully on his desk. Slowly he unwrapped the paper and an astonished sound escaped his lips. He was looking at energon confections.
Prowl sat down behind his desk. There was a note on top of the confections and he picked it up. Elegant glyphs formed an apology and a request to arrive at specific coordinates after his shift ended. The second in command put the note down next to the ribbons and leaned back. The twins were apologizing. It meant they were sorry. It opened up a lot of possibilities.
The tactician picked up one of the confections and examined it. It looked like a normal energon confection. Although he had already discarded the possibility of a prank. This was an honest apology and he should weight his options. First however he would enjoy a confection. It had been too long since he had last eaten anything like that. In fact it had been before they left Cybertron. Quite too long.
The confection melted in his mouth and Prowl found himself smiling. It was an acid confection. Just like he liked it. How had the twins known?
“That had to taste good if the quivering of your doorwings is any indication.”
“Jazz! Did you hack in to my office - again?”
“Yep. Aw. You smiled.”
“Jazz,” Prowl said and tried not to smile. Without any success.
“Obviously the twins did something right”, the saboteur said and sat down in a guest chair.
“Did you have something to do with this?” the second in command asked even if he had his own suspicions already.
“Might be that I gave them a tip, then again I might not have”, Jazz said and put his feet on the desk.
“Jazz, take your feet off my desk”, the tactician said and tried to sound irritated. It was difficult when he still tasted the awesome acid flavor in his mouth.
“I don’t know. What’s in it for me?”
“Maybe I feed you one of these confections if you don’t take your feet away. These are, ah so lovely, acid flavored.”
“Yuck. Who would want that”, Jazz laughed and sat properly in his chair. “I don’t know how you can eat those. I want my confections as sweet as possible.”
“I have always liked them acid flavored.”
“What you are going to do?” Jazz asked seriously.
“What do you mean?” Prowl looked at the saboteur feeling confused.
“About the apology. I assume that’s what this is. I hope.”
“Ah. I haven’t decided yet. They hope to meet me later today,” Prowl said and slowly ate his confection. “What do you think?”
“I think that you have to follow your spark and decide if they are worth taking a risk or not. What ever you decide, I’m here if you need me.”
“Thank you, Jazz. I appreciate it.”
OOoOoOo
Sunstreaker put down a yellow picnic cloth on the grass. How Sideswipe had found it, he had no idea. His brother had a habit of finding and collecting weird things, most of which were used in a various ways to prank. The yellow frontliner had a long time ago stopped to troubling his processor with Sideswipe’s doing. Often it was just better not to know.
“Shouldn’t he already be here?” Red frontliner asked and arranged the basket on the picnic cloth for about the tenth time already.
“He still has a few minutes. You know he is punctual”, Sunstreaker said even if he wasn’t any calmer than his brother.
Sideswipe had organized everything and Sunstreaker had helped him as much he could. The yellow frontliner was a good baker and he had made many kinds of confections, most of those were acid flavored. He had even tried new recipes. One of the new ones were the Praxian confections. Sunstreaker had ended up asking for help from Bluestreak, who had helped him without asking for anything in return. The twin’s and the second in command’s current situation was the hottest gossip in the Ark and yellow frontliner was quite sure the gunner knew why he wanted to learn those recipes. Bluestreak had always been kind to them and was first to accept their relationship with the tactician.
“I hear his engine”, Sideswipe cried out.
Sunstreaker stopped to listen and heard it too, the powerful Datsun’s engine and on time. The sound that was so familiar to them by now. They waited for Prowl to arrive. After a while the engine sound stopped and they knew that the second in command had transformed to walk up the hill. Sunstreaker looked at how the tactician advanced slowly towards them. The sun glimmered on Prowl’s armor and the second in command looked almost like an angel. The yellow frontliner took an image capture and stored it in his memory banks. He would paint it later.
“I wasn’t sure you would come”, Sunstreaker said when the tactician stopped in front of them. Sideswipe glanced angrily at his brother. This wasn’t how he had wanted to start the conversation.
“Neither was I”, Prowl replied quietly. Sunstreaker noticed the second in command’s drooping door wings. It was a clear sign that that the tactician wasn’t feeling great. The yellow frontliner had learned to read Prow’s body language during their short time together.
“Please, sit down”, Sideswipe said and pointed at their picnic place.
The second in command nodded and sat down. He didn’t know what to say, so he was quiet. He looked at how the twins sat down and Sideswipe took a small bottle of energon from a basket, which could only be high grade with that color. The tactician looked at the bottle for a long time.
“We are all off duty, so there is no reason we couldn’t enjoy a little high grade. It doesn’t break any regulations,” Sideswipe said in defensive manner when he noticed Prowl’s gaze. Had he made a mistake?
The tactician shifted his gaze from the bottle to the red frontliner and saw how nervous he was. Sideswipe was right. There weren’t any regulations that prevented them from enjoying the high grade. “You are right. I’m sorry. It wasn’t my intention-”
“It’s alright Prowl. We understand”, Sideswipe said and lifted the bottle. “There isn’t much, but it’s good. Sunny, would you care to get the cubes.”
Sunstreaker dug up three cubes from the basket and handed them over to his brother. Sideswipe poured the high grade in the first cube and handed it to the second in command. The tactician took a careful sip and the twins saw how his optics brightened.
“Wow”, was only thing Prowl could say. It was obviously a vintage high grade from the towers. The second in command wasn’t of noble birth, so he had only rarely had a chance to enjoy high grade of this quality. There was only one bot in the Ark, who logically could have something like this in his possession and it wasn’t Sideswipe or Sunstreaker. How the twins had been able to get Mirage to part with it, the tactician didn’t even want to guess. The price hadn’t been cheap before the towers fell, let alone now. That the twins were ready to make such a trade made Prowl feel humble.
“You are worth it”, Sideswipe said guessing what the second in command was thinking. “We are sorry and we are not good with words, so we decided to show you how much we appreciate you. Here are some energon confections that Sunny made himself. He’s getting quite good at it.”
The red frontliner gave the tactician a plate with a few energon confections. There were different sizes and shapes. Prowl took one which he saw was an acid flavor. He might want to experiment later, but not yet. The second in command put the confection in his mouth and he couldn’t help smiling. The confection melted in his mouth slowly and the taste was heavenly. It was just like the ones he had eaten when was just a sparkling. He had been spoiled twice in a same day.
Sunstreaker felt how a weight fell from his shoulder when he saw their guest starting to smile. He had been unsure how his confections would be received. A small smile from the tactician was worth all of the trouble he had gone through.
“Apology accepted”, Prowl said after he had eaten the confection. He had had the whole day to think about what to do and he had always came back to Jazz’ words. The twins were worth the risk. He had never been as happy as with them, even if their time together had been short. And Optimus always told them to live a full life even during the war. If they gave up living, it would be same as letting the cons win. The second in command hadn’t really been living for a long time, but it had changed when the twins stepped into his office with a gift.
Sideswipe moved next to the tactician and Prowl put his hand around the red frontliner. Sideswipe put his helm on the second in command shoulder and looked at his brother expectantly. When Sunstreaker didn’t move, the tactician held out his hand to the yellow frontliner to show him that he was welcome. Slowly Sunstreaker stood up and moved the other side of Prowl. The second in command put his hand around the yellow frontliner and Sunstreaker followed his brother’s example and leaned on the tactician. There was no need for words. All was well.
“You hands are now taken. Do you know what that means?” Sideswipe said suddenly to Prowl. “It means that we have to feed you.”
For a moment Sunstreaker thought that his brother had gone too far, but then he heard the second in command’s bright laughter.
Next: The twins invite Prowl to a movie night in their quarters.