The Things We Do For Love
It took some time, but I finally finished the next chapter:
The Things We Do For Love
Chapter 9
Author: Thalanee
Verse: AU (pre-Movie)
Rating: pg-13
Word Count: 3300 words
Warnings: none that I can think of, except better not try this at home (the rooftop chase, not the kissing ;D )
Disclaimer: Transformers are still not mine.
Summary: Moonlight? Check. Romantic setting? Check. First kiss? Double check.
Author’s Notes: Cheesy, I know, but my Jazz-muse was persistent… A tip: listen to “You and Me” by Lifehouse (at least during the actual kissing scene).
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“This is between him and me.” There was an actual growl in the bot’s voice. An honest to Primus growl. It went rather well with the blazing golden optics and the white flexed claws. The regal wings drawn up into a sharp v made the bot they belonged to seem bigger than he was.
Barricade was quite impressed with the rare show of temper from Prowl, and usually he would have been ecstatic to see his partner show his emotions more openly than he was wont to do, but right now, the doorwinger’s reaction stoked the black mech’s own temper.
“Slag that! He hurt you and instead of kicking him to the curb you’re letting him get away with it!?”
“I am not letting him get away with anything, Barricade. We had differences and we got over them, that is all you need to know.”
They had attracted quite an audience too, their voices audible in the hallway and the adjoining offices. The news of their rather spectacular argument had spread fast through the precinct. No one knew what to do besides watch what was going to happen, since Prowl and Barricade had never argued like that before. They had never argued before period. Usually the ever calm and collected Prowl would exert an appeasing influence towards his more volatile partner and in the rarer cases when Prowl’s impressive temper reared its head it was Barricade who held the black and white back. Now though they were both furious… at each other.
Things most likely wouldn’t get physical, but the worst damage the two could do wasn’t physical in nature. When Smokescreen had tried to intervene he had been glared down and almost literally thrown out of the office by Barricade, leaving the door wide open.
“All I need to know, he says. You won’t even tell me what the slag that whole episode was about! How am I supposed to protect you if I don’t know what’s wrong?!
That was the wrong thing to say. Prowl had a very fierce sense of independence and now Barricade had rubbed it the wrong way. “I do not need to be protected. I do not want to be protected. I am an adult mech and perfectly capable of taking care of myself.”
“You may not need or want my protection but you have it anyway, we’re partners for frags sake! I’ll always be on your side, so why won’t you trust me with this?!”
Barricade immediately felt guilty when Prowl flinched visibly at this low blow, doorwings drooping visibly. “I trust you, Barricade,” Prowl said in a voice so low even Barricade had trouble hearing and he was standing right in front of the small doorwinger. “And I already said, I will tell you someday, but not yet.” The enforcer straightened, posture and facial expression completely neutral as he fought to regain his composure. “Now if you will excuse me for a few moments, I will meet you once we are due for patrol.”
Without giving his partner the opportunity to say anything, Prowl left their office and went down to the shooting range in order to blow of some steam. He knew the black mech meant well, but it hurt to see the mech who was like the older brother Prowl had never had be so at odds with a mech Prowl loved. He just hoped it would get better, once Jazz’s mission was over.
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Not daring to enter the shooting range, Barricade opted to just stand there and watch as Prowl proceeded to trash every single score ever accomplished since the construction of the shooting deck and then some. As always watching Prowl at work was an impressive sight, every movement was perfectly calculated, every blow and shot perfectly placed, not the slightest amount of energy wasted.
It made the black mech even more proud to have the black and white as a partner, even now when he could still have happily strangled the exasperatingly stubborn Praxian. The blistering lecture Chief Redline had given him about trust and support however (along with his own guilt for yelling at Prowl, though he would die before admitting that) had prompted him to come down here and try to talk to Prowl before their patrol. Truth be told, he had a hard time staying angry at the smaller. Shoving aside the Chief’s cryptic remark along the lines of there being more to Failsafe than met the optic, he finally decided to make his presence known when the current round ended and Prowl made a move to start again.
“If you want to get rid of some frustration having a sparring partner would be best. Besides we still need those drones.”
Prowl threw him an unreadable look, still hurt by the implication that he didn’t trust his partner when nothing could be further from the truth. “I do not wish to fight, Barricade.”
“Could have fooled me, looking at the scrap metal around you.” Throwing a pointed look at the dismantled fighting drones, Barricade shrugged.
“Let me rephrase my previous statement. I have no desire whatsoever to fight with you at this moment.” He secured his gun and crossed his arms, waiting for the other to say what he had come to say.
“Neither do I.” Barricade sighed, rubbing the back of his head. “Look, I know I shouldn’t have questioned your trust in me, but you gotta understand me too. I don’t want to see you hurt again, and you refusing to tell me what that spectacular crash was about, certainly isn’t helping.” When Prowl opened his mouth to say something, the black mech signaled him to let him finish. “I don’t want to start this argument again, I know we’re both to stubborn to give in, so for now let’s agree to disagree, alright?”
When Prowl remained silent for a couple of minutes, his gaze fixed on Barricade, the large mech was getting nervous that his apology might not have been good enough. He had to keep from shuddering at the thought. Until Prowl nodded.
“You are forgiven, also I should not have lost my composure and yelled at you either. Though I guess we will resume the argument in a more civilized manner, once it is permissible for me to reveal the details. However I ask to be patient until then.” The doorwinger threw his partner an arch look. “Do not worry, I shall not make you wait too long, we would not want a repeat of this incident.”
Barricade snorted, used to Prowl’s dry sense of humor. He was just glad they had reconciled. “Whoever is on duty to clean up the carnage certainly would be glad.”
“We both have done worse before. This is not that bad.” Prowl sniffed.
Grinning Barricade couldn’t help but point out one tiny detail. “I know something that is.”
“And what would that be?”
Barricade grinned even more broadly, before he leaned in and with a conspiratorial whisper told Prowl: “We’re late for patrol” and happily followed his mortified partner as he practically raced outside.
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Jazz, now back in his Failsafe disguise, perched on the roof of the building, giddily awaiting the enforcer’s arrival. So far everything had gone according to the plan he had developed. The plan that would get him his first kiss from the bot of his dreams.
A dreamy expression appeared on his face as he recalled the very vivid memory of their almost first kiss, only to be interrupted by the highly inconvenient knocks on the door courtesy of Barricade, Prowl’s partner and now Jazz’s natural enemy (at least as far as getting kissed was concerned, it was like having to move carefully around a highly paranoid and overprotective older brother).
Muffled noises from below interrupted Jazz’s musings. The dark green mech owning this building wasn’t happy in the least, after all Jazz had broken into his home, stolen the data detailing his illegal activities, especially his connections to Swindle and his crime syndicate, sending the latter to Meister in Iacon and storing the former to a datapad addressed to the Praxus Precinct, which was now tied to the peds of the mech currently hanging gagged and bound from the lamp post in front of his house.
The government official had been stealing information and selling it to Swindle for quite a considerable sum of credits, earning him a big house and wealth not really in accordance with his salary, thus drawing Jazz’s attention. Suffice to say the green mech had been surprised to return home from work and find the saboteur sitting at his desk, feet propped up on it, arms behind his head and a slag-eating grin on his face. He hadn’t stood a chance against the dark silver intruder, who even convinced him to sign a full confession on the previously mentioned datapad.
After hanging him from the lamp post and tying the datapad to him, the saboteur had reactivated the house’s alarms and scaled the walls of the low building before settling on the roof to wait for Prowl and Barricade to arrive, having ensured that this sector belonged to their patrol on this night.
Soon the wail of two sirens rang through the streets, getting louder with every click. The sound was music to his audio’s.
Soon the slender black and white racer that was Prowl and the bulkier black form of Barricade drove up in front of the house and transformed. Fascinated Jazz watched every single moment of the sequence, committing the smooth movements to memory. A few clicks later, the two enforcers stood and stared at the wiggling green bundle of mech hanging there.
“Hey, Sparkles, Ah got ya a present!” Jazz waved to get their attention, his visor glowing in satisfaction when their heads snapped up and they looked directly at him, both surprised to find him there (though in retrospective they both should have known he had something to do with the alarm…).
The saboteur was pleased to note that, while Prowl’s face betrayed nothing, his pretty doorwings perked up and fluttered minutely at the sight of him (something the saboteur knew meant that Prowl was pleasantly surprised and happy). He was also pleased to note, and quickly take an image capture, of the boggled expression on the larger, black mech’s face and the way his red optics twitched, clearly wishing to get at Jazz, but unable to. He was simply to massive and unwieldy to climb up the walls to the roof.
“What is the meaning of this?” Prowl gestured questioningly at the wiggling green bundle. “You are aware that you cannot simply run around the city and tie up random bots.”
“Ah, that’s tha point, Prowler, Ah don’t tie up random bots, Ah tied up this one.” The silver mech waggled his optic ridges at the black and white looking up at him.
“And would you be so kind as to share your reasoning for that deed?” Prowl drawled, his arms crossed while his partner was tentatively poking the green bundle, prompting an indignant squeak.
“Since it’s ya job to catch criminals, Ah thought maybe Ah should help ya by pointin’ ya in the right direction. This one’s been sellin’ info to some criminals, he even confessed and all! It’s all on the datapad”
“While I appreciate the sentiment behind your recent actions, what you did was still illegal, I have to ask you to come down from this roof and accompany us to the precinct for questioning.” Now it was Prowl’s turn to look smug. He may not know what Jazz was up to, but he would play along and do his job. “Also there is the small matter of an impressive number of other minor charges still to be cleared up.”
Jazz just snickered. “Ya’re gonna have to catch meh, Sparkles, ya know the drill.”
“The name is Prowl, Failsafe” the enforcer corrected, “And yes, I know you will not come quietly, but do not expect me to take it easy on you.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it.” Promptly Jazz jumped into an upright position and ran along the roof, jumping the short distance to the next one almost negligently, before turning and looking expectantly at the place where Prowl stood- or rather had. He wasn’t there anymore, the only mech to be seen was a chuckling Barricade.
“I’ll leave you to it then and bring this,” he held up the unfortunate criminal and the datapad, “to the precinct so Prowl can unwrap it later. And you and I will have a little chat.” The last sentence was a low growl that left Jazz somewhat nervous.
But before he could formulate an answer a sudden noise drew his attention. In the short time he had been distracted by Barricade Prowl had made his way up to the top of the building and had just now landed on the same roof he stood on. Primus, he had nearly forgotten how fast and dexterous Prowl actually was.
Whooping and throwing his arms into the air, Jazz started running again and leapt to the next roof, closely followed by the doorwinger. He’d even gone to the trouble of staking out a path along the roofs of this part of Praxus that wouldn’t be to challenging or risky, he wanted this chase to be fun! Sliding around the corner of a silo on one of the roofs he was nearly caught by Prowl who had managed to catch up with the silver saboteur, but neatly slid out of the doorwinger’s grasp and behind the silo, where no one could see him and reverted to his original form. It wouldn’t do to be in disguise for the next parts.
“Here Ah am, Sparkles. Ya gonna catch me or not?” he teased, waving to Prowl from his new vantage point closer to their destination. Doorwings perking up when he saw Jazz in his real form Prowl grinned and dodged out of sight behind another part of the building.
Stopping short, the silver saboteur looked around trying to spot the bot who was supposed to be trying to catch him. He failed to notice the silent shadow leaping onto the same roof he was on and gliding noiselessly into the shadows, creeping closer and closer until he was almost right behind his query.
Prowl wasn’t a mischievous bot by nature, but remembering what Jazz had told him the evening of their dinner he found he couldn’t help himself. Careful not to make any noise he sneaked up right behind the saboteur- and blew a single puff of air right onto one of the silver audio horns adorning Jazz’s helm.
Shrieking Jazz bounced up into the air nearly as high as he was tall and turned to see a giggling Prowl, looking like a cat who had gotten into the cream. “Oh, ya gonna pay for that.” He threatened laughing and was a little surprised to hear his own words.
“You are going to have to catch me, Jazz.” Without further ado, it was Prowl who ran away this time and Jazz who was trying to catch him.
They continued their game of tag until they were close enough to the place Jazz had meant for them to reach. Upping his speed and using all his skills as a saboteur he caught level with Prowl and caught him by throwing one of his arms around Prowl and drawing the breathless mech close to his own chassis.
The roof they were on awarded them a breathtaking view over the city and its parks, the crystals and lights glittering in the dark of the night. “Got ya.” Jazz whispered, stroking Prowl’s flushed cheek with his other hand, embracing the black and white who leaned into the gentle caress without a second thought, his golden optics half shuttered.
That warm soothing feeling where their sparks tried to reach the other’s was back, making their whole bodies tingle softly.
“Yes, you did. What are you going to do now?” Prowl’s smooth voice whispered back.
“What Ah should have done a long time ago, already.”
Leaning closer, the hand stroking Prowl’s cheek was now cupping the white helm and drawing Prowl closer, watching for signs of reluctance from the doorwinger. When there were none, Jazz pressed their mouths together in a slow, sensual kiss.
Jazz spark lurched for a moment when Prowl tensed, but soon the Praxian melted into the kiss, his own arms looping around Jazz’s neck and pressing closer to the taller mech. White doorwings fluttering, he sighed appreciatively when Jazz deepened their kiss a bit. He didn’t want this moment to end.
Neither did Jazz. The silver mech himself was in heaven, holding the smaller close, kissing those marvelously soft lips. Neither of them stopped their kiss until their intakes started to whirr to life to cool their heated bodies. They only leaned apart far enough to touch their foreheads, unwilling to let go of the other any more than absolutely necessary.
Both were lost for words, just holding on to each other. Jazz memorized the look on the doorwinger’s face, his flushed cheeks and glowing golden optics, those kissable lips. Unable to resist he kissed Prowl on the nose, chuckling softly when Prowl looked at him quizzically.
“What, Ah love kissin’ ya, on the nose,” he gave another kiss to the adorable appendage, “the chevron,” a kiss was placed on the golden crest, “the cheek, the neck,” Prowl shivered when action followed the word, the kiss to his necks sending shivers down his back struts, “and the lips of course.” This last kiss was a chaste, short kiss, but Prowl loved it nonetheless.
“’S time now.” Jazz announced.
“Time for what?” Prowl asked, unaware of the silver mech’s plans.
At that moment a familiar sound rose from the city sprawled around them and the ever-changing song of the Crystal Hour filled the air, the crystals’ luminosity making the city glow in nearly every colour there was.
“Remember tha last time we saw that?”
Prowl threw the other a look. “How could I not remember being stuck in a tree with you?”
“Aw, ya really know what to say to a mech.” Jazz cooed, nuzzling Prowl’s chevron lovingly, being rewarded with a small purr from the Praxian. “Wanna dance?”
“I would like that very much.”
And so they danced to the music of the crystals, on a lone roof overlooking the city, Jazz happily leading Prowl through the dance, now and then stealing kisses from the eager black and white, until the Crystal hour was over.
When the music fell silent, they just stood together, relishing the moment before separating reluctantly. Lightening the mood, Jazz spoke up.
“We should get goin’ before ‘Cade decides ta come lookin’ for us. ‘Sides, as far as Ah remember there’s a cell with ma name on it waitin’ for me.”
“It has been sometime since you visited,” Prowl teased back drily, “of course there are some new modifications to your cell.”
“Mah thoughts exactly, Ah gotta make sure your Security don’t get bored!” Jazz declared, earning snort from the enforcer.
“You are hopeless.” There was a fond amusement in Prowl’s voice, when he spoke, belying the actual meaning of the words.
“Like ya mind.” Jazz earned himself a soft chuckle and a gentle flutter of white doorwings with his answer.
“Let’s go.” Holding each other’s hands they vanished into the night, neither of them noticing they were being watched.
To Be Continued
The Things We Do For Love
Chapter 9
Author: Thalanee
Verse: AU (pre-Movie)
Rating: pg-13
Word Count: 3300 words
Warnings: none that I can think of, except better not try this at home (the rooftop chase, not the kissing ;D )
Disclaimer: Transformers are still not mine.
Summary: Moonlight? Check. Romantic setting? Check. First kiss? Double check.
Author’s Notes: Cheesy, I know, but my Jazz-muse was persistent… A tip: listen to “You and Me” by Lifehouse (at least during the actual kissing scene).
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“This is between him and me.” There was an actual growl in the bot’s voice. An honest to Primus growl. It went rather well with the blazing golden optics and the white flexed claws. The regal wings drawn up into a sharp v made the bot they belonged to seem bigger than he was.
Barricade was quite impressed with the rare show of temper from Prowl, and usually he would have been ecstatic to see his partner show his emotions more openly than he was wont to do, but right now, the doorwinger’s reaction stoked the black mech’s own temper.
“Slag that! He hurt you and instead of kicking him to the curb you’re letting him get away with it!?”
“I am not letting him get away with anything, Barricade. We had differences and we got over them, that is all you need to know.”
They had attracted quite an audience too, their voices audible in the hallway and the adjoining offices. The news of their rather spectacular argument had spread fast through the precinct. No one knew what to do besides watch what was going to happen, since Prowl and Barricade had never argued like that before. They had never argued before period. Usually the ever calm and collected Prowl would exert an appeasing influence towards his more volatile partner and in the rarer cases when Prowl’s impressive temper reared its head it was Barricade who held the black and white back. Now though they were both furious… at each other.
Things most likely wouldn’t get physical, but the worst damage the two could do wasn’t physical in nature. When Smokescreen had tried to intervene he had been glared down and almost literally thrown out of the office by Barricade, leaving the door wide open.
“All I need to know, he says. You won’t even tell me what the slag that whole episode was about! How am I supposed to protect you if I don’t know what’s wrong?!
That was the wrong thing to say. Prowl had a very fierce sense of independence and now Barricade had rubbed it the wrong way. “I do not need to be protected. I do not want to be protected. I am an adult mech and perfectly capable of taking care of myself.”
“You may not need or want my protection but you have it anyway, we’re partners for frags sake! I’ll always be on your side, so why won’t you trust me with this?!”
Barricade immediately felt guilty when Prowl flinched visibly at this low blow, doorwings drooping visibly. “I trust you, Barricade,” Prowl said in a voice so low even Barricade had trouble hearing and he was standing right in front of the small doorwinger. “And I already said, I will tell you someday, but not yet.” The enforcer straightened, posture and facial expression completely neutral as he fought to regain his composure. “Now if you will excuse me for a few moments, I will meet you once we are due for patrol.”
Without giving his partner the opportunity to say anything, Prowl left their office and went down to the shooting range in order to blow of some steam. He knew the black mech meant well, but it hurt to see the mech who was like the older brother Prowl had never had be so at odds with a mech Prowl loved. He just hoped it would get better, once Jazz’s mission was over.
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Not daring to enter the shooting range, Barricade opted to just stand there and watch as Prowl proceeded to trash every single score ever accomplished since the construction of the shooting deck and then some. As always watching Prowl at work was an impressive sight, every movement was perfectly calculated, every blow and shot perfectly placed, not the slightest amount of energy wasted.
It made the black mech even more proud to have the black and white as a partner, even now when he could still have happily strangled the exasperatingly stubborn Praxian. The blistering lecture Chief Redline had given him about trust and support however (along with his own guilt for yelling at Prowl, though he would die before admitting that) had prompted him to come down here and try to talk to Prowl before their patrol. Truth be told, he had a hard time staying angry at the smaller. Shoving aside the Chief’s cryptic remark along the lines of there being more to Failsafe than met the optic, he finally decided to make his presence known when the current round ended and Prowl made a move to start again.
“If you want to get rid of some frustration having a sparring partner would be best. Besides we still need those drones.”
Prowl threw him an unreadable look, still hurt by the implication that he didn’t trust his partner when nothing could be further from the truth. “I do not wish to fight, Barricade.”
“Could have fooled me, looking at the scrap metal around you.” Throwing a pointed look at the dismantled fighting drones, Barricade shrugged.
“Let me rephrase my previous statement. I have no desire whatsoever to fight with you at this moment.” He secured his gun and crossed his arms, waiting for the other to say what he had come to say.
“Neither do I.” Barricade sighed, rubbing the back of his head. “Look, I know I shouldn’t have questioned your trust in me, but you gotta understand me too. I don’t want to see you hurt again, and you refusing to tell me what that spectacular crash was about, certainly isn’t helping.” When Prowl opened his mouth to say something, the black mech signaled him to let him finish. “I don’t want to start this argument again, I know we’re both to stubborn to give in, so for now let’s agree to disagree, alright?”
When Prowl remained silent for a couple of minutes, his gaze fixed on Barricade, the large mech was getting nervous that his apology might not have been good enough. He had to keep from shuddering at the thought. Until Prowl nodded.
“You are forgiven, also I should not have lost my composure and yelled at you either. Though I guess we will resume the argument in a more civilized manner, once it is permissible for me to reveal the details. However I ask to be patient until then.” The doorwinger threw his partner an arch look. “Do not worry, I shall not make you wait too long, we would not want a repeat of this incident.”
Barricade snorted, used to Prowl’s dry sense of humor. He was just glad they had reconciled. “Whoever is on duty to clean up the carnage certainly would be glad.”
“We both have done worse before. This is not that bad.” Prowl sniffed.
Grinning Barricade couldn’t help but point out one tiny detail. “I know something that is.”
“And what would that be?”
Barricade grinned even more broadly, before he leaned in and with a conspiratorial whisper told Prowl: “We’re late for patrol” and happily followed his mortified partner as he practically raced outside.
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Jazz, now back in his Failsafe disguise, perched on the roof of the building, giddily awaiting the enforcer’s arrival. So far everything had gone according to the plan he had developed. The plan that would get him his first kiss from the bot of his dreams.
A dreamy expression appeared on his face as he recalled the very vivid memory of their almost first kiss, only to be interrupted by the highly inconvenient knocks on the door courtesy of Barricade, Prowl’s partner and now Jazz’s natural enemy (at least as far as getting kissed was concerned, it was like having to move carefully around a highly paranoid and overprotective older brother).
Muffled noises from below interrupted Jazz’s musings. The dark green mech owning this building wasn’t happy in the least, after all Jazz had broken into his home, stolen the data detailing his illegal activities, especially his connections to Swindle and his crime syndicate, sending the latter to Meister in Iacon and storing the former to a datapad addressed to the Praxus Precinct, which was now tied to the peds of the mech currently hanging gagged and bound from the lamp post in front of his house.
The government official had been stealing information and selling it to Swindle for quite a considerable sum of credits, earning him a big house and wealth not really in accordance with his salary, thus drawing Jazz’s attention. Suffice to say the green mech had been surprised to return home from work and find the saboteur sitting at his desk, feet propped up on it, arms behind his head and a slag-eating grin on his face. He hadn’t stood a chance against the dark silver intruder, who even convinced him to sign a full confession on the previously mentioned datapad.
After hanging him from the lamp post and tying the datapad to him, the saboteur had reactivated the house’s alarms and scaled the walls of the low building before settling on the roof to wait for Prowl and Barricade to arrive, having ensured that this sector belonged to their patrol on this night.
Soon the wail of two sirens rang through the streets, getting louder with every click. The sound was music to his audio’s.
Soon the slender black and white racer that was Prowl and the bulkier black form of Barricade drove up in front of the house and transformed. Fascinated Jazz watched every single moment of the sequence, committing the smooth movements to memory. A few clicks later, the two enforcers stood and stared at the wiggling green bundle of mech hanging there.
“Hey, Sparkles, Ah got ya a present!” Jazz waved to get their attention, his visor glowing in satisfaction when their heads snapped up and they looked directly at him, both surprised to find him there (though in retrospective they both should have known he had something to do with the alarm…).
The saboteur was pleased to note that, while Prowl’s face betrayed nothing, his pretty doorwings perked up and fluttered minutely at the sight of him (something the saboteur knew meant that Prowl was pleasantly surprised and happy). He was also pleased to note, and quickly take an image capture, of the boggled expression on the larger, black mech’s face and the way his red optics twitched, clearly wishing to get at Jazz, but unable to. He was simply to massive and unwieldy to climb up the walls to the roof.
“What is the meaning of this?” Prowl gestured questioningly at the wiggling green bundle. “You are aware that you cannot simply run around the city and tie up random bots.”
“Ah, that’s tha point, Prowler, Ah don’t tie up random bots, Ah tied up this one.” The silver mech waggled his optic ridges at the black and white looking up at him.
“And would you be so kind as to share your reasoning for that deed?” Prowl drawled, his arms crossed while his partner was tentatively poking the green bundle, prompting an indignant squeak.
“Since it’s ya job to catch criminals, Ah thought maybe Ah should help ya by pointin’ ya in the right direction. This one’s been sellin’ info to some criminals, he even confessed and all! It’s all on the datapad”
“While I appreciate the sentiment behind your recent actions, what you did was still illegal, I have to ask you to come down from this roof and accompany us to the precinct for questioning.” Now it was Prowl’s turn to look smug. He may not know what Jazz was up to, but he would play along and do his job. “Also there is the small matter of an impressive number of other minor charges still to be cleared up.”
Jazz just snickered. “Ya’re gonna have to catch meh, Sparkles, ya know the drill.”
“The name is Prowl, Failsafe” the enforcer corrected, “And yes, I know you will not come quietly, but do not expect me to take it easy on you.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it.” Promptly Jazz jumped into an upright position and ran along the roof, jumping the short distance to the next one almost negligently, before turning and looking expectantly at the place where Prowl stood- or rather had. He wasn’t there anymore, the only mech to be seen was a chuckling Barricade.
“I’ll leave you to it then and bring this,” he held up the unfortunate criminal and the datapad, “to the precinct so Prowl can unwrap it later. And you and I will have a little chat.” The last sentence was a low growl that left Jazz somewhat nervous.
But before he could formulate an answer a sudden noise drew his attention. In the short time he had been distracted by Barricade Prowl had made his way up to the top of the building and had just now landed on the same roof he stood on. Primus, he had nearly forgotten how fast and dexterous Prowl actually was.
Whooping and throwing his arms into the air, Jazz started running again and leapt to the next roof, closely followed by the doorwinger. He’d even gone to the trouble of staking out a path along the roofs of this part of Praxus that wouldn’t be to challenging or risky, he wanted this chase to be fun! Sliding around the corner of a silo on one of the roofs he was nearly caught by Prowl who had managed to catch up with the silver saboteur, but neatly slid out of the doorwinger’s grasp and behind the silo, where no one could see him and reverted to his original form. It wouldn’t do to be in disguise for the next parts.
“Here Ah am, Sparkles. Ya gonna catch me or not?” he teased, waving to Prowl from his new vantage point closer to their destination. Doorwings perking up when he saw Jazz in his real form Prowl grinned and dodged out of sight behind another part of the building.
Stopping short, the silver saboteur looked around trying to spot the bot who was supposed to be trying to catch him. He failed to notice the silent shadow leaping onto the same roof he was on and gliding noiselessly into the shadows, creeping closer and closer until he was almost right behind his query.
Prowl wasn’t a mischievous bot by nature, but remembering what Jazz had told him the evening of their dinner he found he couldn’t help himself. Careful not to make any noise he sneaked up right behind the saboteur- and blew a single puff of air right onto one of the silver audio horns adorning Jazz’s helm.
Shrieking Jazz bounced up into the air nearly as high as he was tall and turned to see a giggling Prowl, looking like a cat who had gotten into the cream. “Oh, ya gonna pay for that.” He threatened laughing and was a little surprised to hear his own words.
“You are going to have to catch me, Jazz.” Without further ado, it was Prowl who ran away this time and Jazz who was trying to catch him.
They continued their game of tag until they were close enough to the place Jazz had meant for them to reach. Upping his speed and using all his skills as a saboteur he caught level with Prowl and caught him by throwing one of his arms around Prowl and drawing the breathless mech close to his own chassis.
The roof they were on awarded them a breathtaking view over the city and its parks, the crystals and lights glittering in the dark of the night. “Got ya.” Jazz whispered, stroking Prowl’s flushed cheek with his other hand, embracing the black and white who leaned into the gentle caress without a second thought, his golden optics half shuttered.
That warm soothing feeling where their sparks tried to reach the other’s was back, making their whole bodies tingle softly.
“Yes, you did. What are you going to do now?” Prowl’s smooth voice whispered back.
“What Ah should have done a long time ago, already.”
Leaning closer, the hand stroking Prowl’s cheek was now cupping the white helm and drawing Prowl closer, watching for signs of reluctance from the doorwinger. When there were none, Jazz pressed their mouths together in a slow, sensual kiss.
Jazz spark lurched for a moment when Prowl tensed, but soon the Praxian melted into the kiss, his own arms looping around Jazz’s neck and pressing closer to the taller mech. White doorwings fluttering, he sighed appreciatively when Jazz deepened their kiss a bit. He didn’t want this moment to end.
Neither did Jazz. The silver mech himself was in heaven, holding the smaller close, kissing those marvelously soft lips. Neither of them stopped their kiss until their intakes started to whirr to life to cool their heated bodies. They only leaned apart far enough to touch their foreheads, unwilling to let go of the other any more than absolutely necessary.
Both were lost for words, just holding on to each other. Jazz memorized the look on the doorwinger’s face, his flushed cheeks and glowing golden optics, those kissable lips. Unable to resist he kissed Prowl on the nose, chuckling softly when Prowl looked at him quizzically.
“What, Ah love kissin’ ya, on the nose,” he gave another kiss to the adorable appendage, “the chevron,” a kiss was placed on the golden crest, “the cheek, the neck,” Prowl shivered when action followed the word, the kiss to his necks sending shivers down his back struts, “and the lips of course.” This last kiss was a chaste, short kiss, but Prowl loved it nonetheless.
“’S time now.” Jazz announced.
“Time for what?” Prowl asked, unaware of the silver mech’s plans.
At that moment a familiar sound rose from the city sprawled around them and the ever-changing song of the Crystal Hour filled the air, the crystals’ luminosity making the city glow in nearly every colour there was.
“Remember tha last time we saw that?”
Prowl threw the other a look. “How could I not remember being stuck in a tree with you?”
“Aw, ya really know what to say to a mech.” Jazz cooed, nuzzling Prowl’s chevron lovingly, being rewarded with a small purr from the Praxian. “Wanna dance?”
“I would like that very much.”
And so they danced to the music of the crystals, on a lone roof overlooking the city, Jazz happily leading Prowl through the dance, now and then stealing kisses from the eager black and white, until the Crystal hour was over.
When the music fell silent, they just stood together, relishing the moment before separating reluctantly. Lightening the mood, Jazz spoke up.
“We should get goin’ before ‘Cade decides ta come lookin’ for us. ‘Sides, as far as Ah remember there’s a cell with ma name on it waitin’ for me.”
“It has been sometime since you visited,” Prowl teased back drily, “of course there are some new modifications to your cell.”
“Mah thoughts exactly, Ah gotta make sure your Security don’t get bored!” Jazz declared, earning snort from the enforcer.
“You are hopeless.” There was a fond amusement in Prowl’s voice, when he spoke, belying the actual meaning of the words.
“Like ya mind.” Jazz earned himself a soft chuckle and a gentle flutter of white doorwings with his answer.
“Let’s go.” Holding each other’s hands they vanished into the night, neither of them noticing they were being watched.
To Be Continued