TF: Yet Another Drabble Spectacular
Rating: PG-13
Series: G1
Pairings: Prowl/Jazz
Summary: Drabbles concerning Prowl and Jazz, based on the prompts given in the Anniversary Challenge
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: As per usual, the good things in life are not mine to have, but belong to someone else... in this case Hasbro, Takara and IDW and anyone else I’ve forgotten…
Authors Notes: This is an unofficial entry for the prowlxjazz Anniversary Challenge. I wanted to do what I’d done with Hound/Mirage and Red Alert/Inferno and do a drabble a day. Unfortunately, strict drabbles don’t count for the challenge, which is why you’re getting them every 5 days to make up the word count. Think of these as After Eights after the main course of the wonderful submissions for the challenge. And yeah, I know you were all waiting for me to do another one, mad thing that I am.
Feedback makes friends. Flames dealt with by the masters of paranoia and fire, Red Alert and Inferno
Day 1: Prompt 1: Starlight, moonlight, sunlight
Jazz wasn’t a mech normally given to poetry. He called it too fancy for a mech like him. But each time he looked at Prowl, he thought he could write verses of the stuff. About how the starlight glinted off the white on Prowl’s armor, making it look like he sparkled. How the moonlight caught the black of Prowl’s armor and it shined. And especially about how the water droplets on Prowl’s armor reflected the sunlight after the sudden rain shower they’d been caught in.
“Mech, you’re beautiful.”
“Jazz?” Prowl stared at Jazz, unsure how to react.
“You’re beautiful Prowl.”
Day 1: Prompt 2: A flower unfolding
Watching the way Prowl started to come out of his shell was like watching a flower unfolding. Each time Prowl opened up a little more, Jazz got to see more of the real mech he knew hid beneath the stern rule-abiding façade he’d built. And each time Jazz saw more of the real Prowl, he fell more in love with the mech. Prowl was relaxing more around the mechs on the base, and for their part, they were finally seeing him as an ordinary mech capable of the same feelings rather than the emotionless drone they all thought he was.
Day 2: Prompt 1: dare to dream
It was over. It was finally over. He was injured and needed extensive repairs, but it was over.
“Good, eh?” Jazz murmured from the chair next to his berth. He’d needed little in the way of repairs, but stayed in the medbay with Prowl.
“It’s good.” Prowl’s voice was hoarse, both from pain and the painkiller-sedative combination Ratchet was giving him.
“Can finally dare to dream again.” Jazz gave Prowl a small smile, squeezing his hand.
“Definitely good.” Prowl amended, seeing the hope on Jazz’s face. Finally, they had a chance at a peaceful future together. Dare to dream indeed.
Day 2: Prompt 2: "Life is short and you are hot."
“No, I don’t think you’re being serious.”
“Oh, but I am mech. Life is short, and you my mech are hot. With a capital H, O, T.”
“That doesn’t make any sense.” Prowl protested, feeling a processor ache coming on just trying to understand what Jazz was saying.
“It don’t have to make sense, Prowl.” Jazz sighed and confessed. “Look, I like ya, and I wanna get ta know ya better.”
“You do?” The shy smile on Prowl’s face was beautiful, Jazz decided.
“Yeah, I do. And I’m kinda hoping you’ll say yes and not leave me hanging here.”
“Yes.”
Day 3: Prompt 1: false pretenses
It wasn’t true, Jazz knew it wasn’t, but it was hard to ignore the rumors. They said that he slept his way to his position. That he’d gotten promoted under false pretenses.
“Don’t let it bother you.” Was Prowl’s logical advice. And while he tried to accept his lover’s advice, sometimes it was just hard listening to the mechs who respected him, but not his position. After all, who would believe that a mech like Jazz who liked a laugh and a cube of high grade as much as the next mech could really be the head of Special Operations?
Day 3: Prompt 2: red glow reflected in your eyes
“I hate watching you work.” Prowl murmured softly. They were in the repair bay after a mission gone wrong.
“I know babe.” Jazz shrugged. “But it has to be done.” They both knew exactly what Prowl was referring to, but neither of them wanted to voice it.
“I hate the red glow reflected in your optics as you work.”
“I ain’t no Decepticon.” Jazz’s tone turned harsh.
“I know. Just… sometimes it looks like you enjoy your job more than you perhaps should.” Prowl was always too honest for his own good.
“Maybe I do…” Jazz mused. “Maybe I do…”
Day 4: Prompt 1: "I believe we've found a dream worth keeping"
“Mmmmm…” Jazz snuggled contentedly up against Prowl. Prowl smiled, turning his attention away from his datapad to look down at his lover. Jazz was curled up against him, one arm slung over his midsection.
“What?”
“Mmmm?”
“You sighed. You sigh when you’re thinking.”
“Huh.”
“It’s true. So what were you thinking about?”
“You.”
“Me?”
“Yes, you.” Jazz shifted so he could look Prowl in the optics, while still being all but sprawled over him.
“Was thinking that we’ve found a dream worth keeping.”
“A dream?”
“Each day with you is a dream that I don’t want to wake up from.”
Day 4: Prompt 2: beautiful stranger
It wasn’t often Prowl went out, but his brothers had been bugging him to join them on an evening out to the clubs. So Prowl acquiesced. He found himself sitting in a dark club, nursing a cube of high-grade, mesmerised by a singer he’d never seen before. He had a deep soulful voice, something that Prowl found himself responding to.
“You okay, Prowl?” Smokescreen sat down next to him, immediately working out what had his brother so focussed. “Ah, the beautiful stranger... I can introduce you if you want? Just happens that I know a friend who knows a friend…”
Day 5: Prompt 1: Going out with a bang
“Sorry, Prowl.”
“Jazz, please…”
“Nothing for it now… I ain’t gonna get out of here.”
“We can get you out Jazz!”
“Ain’t worth risking more mechs for just me.”
“It’s always worth the risk when it comes to you.”
“No, it ain’t. This place is packed ta the brim with ‘Cons. I’m gonna take them out.”
“Jazz!”
“Always said I wanted ta go out with a bang… didn’t think it would be like this though…”
“JAZZ!”
“Love ya Prowler.”
The bond went dead, and Prowl curled up in agony. Reports started filtering in about explosions in the main Decepticon Headquarters.
Day 5: Prompt 2: "I didn't say it was your fault, I said I'm blaming you!"
Prowl huddled pathetically against the rock face. He glared at Jazz, the smaller mech huddling next to him.
“It’s not exactly my fault.” Jazz protested, looking up at Prowl.
“I didn’t say it was your fault. I said I was blaming you.” Prowl growled. They’d been cut off from the rest of the Autobot forces in the battle as Jazz had suggested moving round to get the drop on the Decepticons. They hadn’t figured in Earth’s unpredictable weather, which had forced them to take refuge against the side of a cliff, sheltering as best they could from the severe hailstorm.
Series: G1
Pairings: Prowl/Jazz
Summary: Drabbles concerning Prowl and Jazz, based on the prompts given in the Anniversary Challenge
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: As per usual, the good things in life are not mine to have, but belong to someone else... in this case Hasbro, Takara and IDW and anyone else I’ve forgotten…
Authors Notes: This is an unofficial entry for the prowlxjazz Anniversary Challenge. I wanted to do what I’d done with Hound/Mirage and Red Alert/Inferno and do a drabble a day. Unfortunately, strict drabbles don’t count for the challenge, which is why you’re getting them every 5 days to make up the word count. Think of these as After Eights after the main course of the wonderful submissions for the challenge. And yeah, I know you were all waiting for me to do another one, mad thing that I am.
Feedback makes friends. Flames dealt with by the masters of paranoia and fire, Red Alert and Inferno
Day 1: Prompt 1: Starlight, moonlight, sunlight
Jazz wasn’t a mech normally given to poetry. He called it too fancy for a mech like him. But each time he looked at Prowl, he thought he could write verses of the stuff. About how the starlight glinted off the white on Prowl’s armor, making it look like he sparkled. How the moonlight caught the black of Prowl’s armor and it shined. And especially about how the water droplets on Prowl’s armor reflected the sunlight after the sudden rain shower they’d been caught in.
“Mech, you’re beautiful.”
“Jazz?” Prowl stared at Jazz, unsure how to react.
“You’re beautiful Prowl.”
Day 1: Prompt 2: A flower unfolding
Watching the way Prowl started to come out of his shell was like watching a flower unfolding. Each time Prowl opened up a little more, Jazz got to see more of the real mech he knew hid beneath the stern rule-abiding façade he’d built. And each time Jazz saw more of the real Prowl, he fell more in love with the mech. Prowl was relaxing more around the mechs on the base, and for their part, they were finally seeing him as an ordinary mech capable of the same feelings rather than the emotionless drone they all thought he was.
Day 2: Prompt 1: dare to dream
It was over. It was finally over. He was injured and needed extensive repairs, but it was over.
“Good, eh?” Jazz murmured from the chair next to his berth. He’d needed little in the way of repairs, but stayed in the medbay with Prowl.
“It’s good.” Prowl’s voice was hoarse, both from pain and the painkiller-sedative combination Ratchet was giving him.
“Can finally dare to dream again.” Jazz gave Prowl a small smile, squeezing his hand.
“Definitely good.” Prowl amended, seeing the hope on Jazz’s face. Finally, they had a chance at a peaceful future together. Dare to dream indeed.
Day 2: Prompt 2: "Life is short and you are hot."
“No, I don’t think you’re being serious.”
“Oh, but I am mech. Life is short, and you my mech are hot. With a capital H, O, T.”
“That doesn’t make any sense.” Prowl protested, feeling a processor ache coming on just trying to understand what Jazz was saying.
“It don’t have to make sense, Prowl.” Jazz sighed and confessed. “Look, I like ya, and I wanna get ta know ya better.”
“You do?” The shy smile on Prowl’s face was beautiful, Jazz decided.
“Yeah, I do. And I’m kinda hoping you’ll say yes and not leave me hanging here.”
“Yes.”
Day 3: Prompt 1: false pretenses
It wasn’t true, Jazz knew it wasn’t, but it was hard to ignore the rumors. They said that he slept his way to his position. That he’d gotten promoted under false pretenses.
“Don’t let it bother you.” Was Prowl’s logical advice. And while he tried to accept his lover’s advice, sometimes it was just hard listening to the mechs who respected him, but not his position. After all, who would believe that a mech like Jazz who liked a laugh and a cube of high grade as much as the next mech could really be the head of Special Operations?
Day 3: Prompt 2: red glow reflected in your eyes
“I hate watching you work.” Prowl murmured softly. They were in the repair bay after a mission gone wrong.
“I know babe.” Jazz shrugged. “But it has to be done.” They both knew exactly what Prowl was referring to, but neither of them wanted to voice it.
“I hate the red glow reflected in your optics as you work.”
“I ain’t no Decepticon.” Jazz’s tone turned harsh.
“I know. Just… sometimes it looks like you enjoy your job more than you perhaps should.” Prowl was always too honest for his own good.
“Maybe I do…” Jazz mused. “Maybe I do…”
Day 4: Prompt 1: "I believe we've found a dream worth keeping"
“Mmmmm…” Jazz snuggled contentedly up against Prowl. Prowl smiled, turning his attention away from his datapad to look down at his lover. Jazz was curled up against him, one arm slung over his midsection.
“What?”
“Mmmm?”
“You sighed. You sigh when you’re thinking.”
“Huh.”
“It’s true. So what were you thinking about?”
“You.”
“Me?”
“Yes, you.” Jazz shifted so he could look Prowl in the optics, while still being all but sprawled over him.
“Was thinking that we’ve found a dream worth keeping.”
“A dream?”
“Each day with you is a dream that I don’t want to wake up from.”
Day 4: Prompt 2: beautiful stranger
It wasn’t often Prowl went out, but his brothers had been bugging him to join them on an evening out to the clubs. So Prowl acquiesced. He found himself sitting in a dark club, nursing a cube of high-grade, mesmerised by a singer he’d never seen before. He had a deep soulful voice, something that Prowl found himself responding to.
“You okay, Prowl?” Smokescreen sat down next to him, immediately working out what had his brother so focussed. “Ah, the beautiful stranger... I can introduce you if you want? Just happens that I know a friend who knows a friend…”
Day 5: Prompt 1: Going out with a bang
“Sorry, Prowl.”
“Jazz, please…”
“Nothing for it now… I ain’t gonna get out of here.”
“We can get you out Jazz!”
“Ain’t worth risking more mechs for just me.”
“It’s always worth the risk when it comes to you.”
“No, it ain’t. This place is packed ta the brim with ‘Cons. I’m gonna take them out.”
“Jazz!”
“Always said I wanted ta go out with a bang… didn’t think it would be like this though…”
“JAZZ!”
“Love ya Prowler.”
The bond went dead, and Prowl curled up in agony. Reports started filtering in about explosions in the main Decepticon Headquarters.
Day 5: Prompt 2: "I didn't say it was your fault, I said I'm blaming you!"
Prowl huddled pathetically against the rock face. He glared at Jazz, the smaller mech huddling next to him.
“It’s not exactly my fault.” Jazz protested, looking up at Prowl.
“I didn’t say it was your fault. I said I was blaming you.” Prowl growled. They’d been cut off from the rest of the Autobot forces in the battle as Jazz had suggested moving round to get the drop on the Decepticons. They hadn’t figured in Earth’s unpredictable weather, which had forced them to take refuge against the side of a cliff, sheltering as best they could from the severe hailstorm.