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 6: Prompt 1: classical dance
“May I have this dance?”
“You may.” One mech held out his hand for the other to take. A bow, a flourish, and they were on the dance floor, hands resting sedately on hips and shoulders. One song finished, and they stayed dancing for the next, hands shifting to rest more intimately on plating. The next song and the smaller of the two resting his helm on the other’s shoulder, leaning more into the taller mech than the classical dance called for. By the last song of the evening, they’d kissed, exchanged commlines, and already agreed to meet up again.
Day 6: Prompt 2: dressing to match
They had complimentary paint schemes. It had been commented on since the day they had gotten together. They’d joked about it, saying that they went for opposing color schemes so that they matched. But really, it was just pure coincidence. Not that anyone believed them. Some believed that they had deliberately chosen the same color scheme, and speculated on their original colors. It was true that they were the only black and white mechs on board the Ark when it launched. There were few mechs with their color scheme. It made them unique. But it also made them a target.
Day 7: Prompt 1: secrets to keep
“You can’t tell anyone, promise me?”
“I promise.” Prowl agreed. He wouldn’t divulge the secret. Ever.
“This is Jazz, special operations.” Prowl introduced the mech at his side, glancing down at him. Jazz smiled up at him, optics hidden behind a visor.
“Pleased to meet you, Jazz.” Optimus Prime extended a hand in greeting. Jazz shook it and smiled.
“Pleased ta meetcha too.”
It didn’t take long for Jazz to be promoted to head of Special Operations. Everyone agreed he had the knack for the job. And everyone would have been surprised to know that he was actually a she.
Day 7: Prompt 2: intergalactic travel
“I hate this.” Jazz muttered, slumping lower in his seat.
“I know.” Prowl clasped his lover’s hand reassuringly. Jazz squeezed his hand.
“It won’t be long til we get there.”
“That’s what you said an hour ago.” Jazz muttered moodily. “Primus, I don’t know how Cosmos can do this. I’m bored out of my processor.”
“We’ve hardly been travelling that long.” Prowl pointed out.
“I know, but I’m booored.” Prowl rolled his optics.
“Then we shall have to find someway to stop you being bored.” Prowl purred.
“Interface, not desired.” Omega Supreme’s voice boomed around them. Jazz pouted. Prowl sighed.
Day 8: Prompt 1: My love is larger than your stupidity
“I’m sorry, I just didn’t think that you…”
“Yes, you’re correct, you didn’t think.” Prowl’s voice was ice-cold and Jazz couldn’t help but flinch.
“I’m sorry…” He started, only to trail off at the look in Prowl’s optics. It was the same look he wore when sentencing Sideswipe to the brig.
“What are you going to do?” Jazz asked as Prowl stood up.
“I’m not going to do anything.” Prowl murmured, cupping Jazz’s cheek. “My love is larger than your stupidity.”
“I’m not stupid.” Jazz protested, only to be silenced by a kiss.
“Stupidly in love with you.” He managed.
Day 8: Prompt 2: Rigid flexibility
“He’s just so fragging uptight.”
“Mech’s got a rod shoved up his aft.”
“Yer telling me. Didya see the way he told off Sideswipe?”
“I know! Didn’t think the mech could be so cruel.”
“He’s just a fragging drone.”
Jazz stood up, having heard just about enough.
“If ya knew Prowl like I did, ya’d know what yer sayin’ ain’t true.” His voice carried clearly. “And he ain’t got a rod up his aft. He don’t come down on you half as much as ya deserve.”
“But…”
“But nothing. Ya want him to not bend the rules like he does?”
Day 9: Prompt 1: faith
“Primus, please…” Jazz was never much of a religious mech, but if there was anyone that could get him out of the mess he was in, it was Primus. He’d said goodbye to Prowl, watched the shuttle leave Moonbase 1, knowing that it was only a supply run and Prowl would be back soon. Then Unicron happened. And here he was, on a conveyor line, leading to a smelter.
“Primus… let me go back ta Prowl.” He begged, struggling to break the grip the claw had on him. “I jus’ wanna see him again, tell him I love him. Please, Primus.”
Day 9: Prompt 2: scary movie night
Prowl had no idea what to expect when Jazz announced that Spike wanted a scary movie night. The date was arranged, and all off-duty Autobots gathered in the rec room in front of the large screen television Wheeljack had constructed.
“All right, an’ welcome ta the first scary movie night!” Jazz greeted them all, motioning to Spike to start the film, and settled on the couch next to Prowl.
It wasn’t until halfway through the film that Prowl realised Jazz was shivering against him, hiding his face against Prowl’s arm.
“Jazz?”
“Mebbe this weren’t such a good idea after all.”
Day 10: Prompt 1: theater, art, literature, music
“You can’t keep me in suspense.” Jazz pouted. Prowl had planned their evening, and he had no idea what it was. Even his usual sources had come up dry.
“I can.” Prowl replied. “That way it will be a surprise.”
“C’mon mech. Theater? Literature Review?” Jazz racked his processor trying to think what Prowl might have planned. “Art show? Concert? Primus, you’ve got concert tickets, haven’t you?”
“No.”
“Wingnuts.” Prowl couldn’t help but smile at Jazz’s curse.
“You’ll enjoy it.” He promised Jazz, even though the other mech’s expression was doubtful.
“Well?”
“I enjoyed it.” Prowl’s smile was almost smug.
Day 10: Prompt 2: my favorite mistake
“So how did you two meet?” Bumblebee asked. The party was winding down, and they were talking about the first time they’d all met each other. Prowl smirked and Jazz actually giggled.
“Okay, I really want to know now.” Smokescreen put it, optic ridge raised at their responses.
“I arrested him.” Prowl answered, glancing at Jazz.
“You arrested him?” Surprise echoed around the table.
“Yup.” Jazz nodded his agreement.
“But I thought you were the best thief around?” Mirage asked.
“Let’s just say I made a mistake.” Jazz glanced at Prowl and smiled softly. “A good mistake. My favorite mistake.”
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 6: Prompt 1: classical dance
“May I have this dance?”
“You may.” One mech held out his hand for the other to take. A bow, a flourish, and they were on the dance floor, hands resting sedately on hips and shoulders. One song finished, and they stayed dancing for the next, hands shifting to rest more intimately on plating. The next song and the smaller of the two resting his helm on the other’s shoulder, leaning more into the taller mech than the classical dance called for. By the last song of the evening, they’d kissed, exchanged commlines, and already agreed to meet up again.
Day 6: Prompt 2: dressing to match
They had complimentary paint schemes. It had been commented on since the day they had gotten together. They’d joked about it, saying that they went for opposing color schemes so that they matched. But really, it was just pure coincidence. Not that anyone believed them. Some believed that they had deliberately chosen the same color scheme, and speculated on their original colors. It was true that they were the only black and white mechs on board the Ark when it launched. There were few mechs with their color scheme. It made them unique. But it also made them a target.
Day 7: Prompt 1: secrets to keep
“You can’t tell anyone, promise me?”
“I promise.” Prowl agreed. He wouldn’t divulge the secret. Ever.
“This is Jazz, special operations.” Prowl introduced the mech at his side, glancing down at him. Jazz smiled up at him, optics hidden behind a visor.
“Pleased to meet you, Jazz.” Optimus Prime extended a hand in greeting. Jazz shook it and smiled.
“Pleased ta meetcha too.”
It didn’t take long for Jazz to be promoted to head of Special Operations. Everyone agreed he had the knack for the job. And everyone would have been surprised to know that he was actually a she.
Day 7: Prompt 2: intergalactic travel
“I hate this.” Jazz muttered, slumping lower in his seat.
“I know.” Prowl clasped his lover’s hand reassuringly. Jazz squeezed his hand.
“It won’t be long til we get there.”
“That’s what you said an hour ago.” Jazz muttered moodily. “Primus, I don’t know how Cosmos can do this. I’m bored out of my processor.”
“We’ve hardly been travelling that long.” Prowl pointed out.
“I know, but I’m booored.” Prowl rolled his optics.
“Then we shall have to find someway to stop you being bored.” Prowl purred.
“Interface, not desired.” Omega Supreme’s voice boomed around them. Jazz pouted. Prowl sighed.
Day 8: Prompt 1: My love is larger than your stupidity
“I’m sorry, I just didn’t think that you…”
“Yes, you’re correct, you didn’t think.” Prowl’s voice was ice-cold and Jazz couldn’t help but flinch.
“I’m sorry…” He started, only to trail off at the look in Prowl’s optics. It was the same look he wore when sentencing Sideswipe to the brig.
“What are you going to do?” Jazz asked as Prowl stood up.
“I’m not going to do anything.” Prowl murmured, cupping Jazz’s cheek. “My love is larger than your stupidity.”
“I’m not stupid.” Jazz protested, only to be silenced by a kiss.
“Stupidly in love with you.” He managed.
Day 8: Prompt 2: Rigid flexibility
“He’s just so fragging uptight.”
“Mech’s got a rod shoved up his aft.”
“Yer telling me. Didya see the way he told off Sideswipe?”
“I know! Didn’t think the mech could be so cruel.”
“He’s just a fragging drone.”
Jazz stood up, having heard just about enough.
“If ya knew Prowl like I did, ya’d know what yer sayin’ ain’t true.” His voice carried clearly. “And he ain’t got a rod up his aft. He don’t come down on you half as much as ya deserve.”
“But…”
“But nothing. Ya want him to not bend the rules like he does?”
Day 9: Prompt 1: faith
“Primus, please…” Jazz was never much of a religious mech, but if there was anyone that could get him out of the mess he was in, it was Primus. He’d said goodbye to Prowl, watched the shuttle leave Moonbase 1, knowing that it was only a supply run and Prowl would be back soon. Then Unicron happened. And here he was, on a conveyor line, leading to a smelter.
“Primus… let me go back ta Prowl.” He begged, struggling to break the grip the claw had on him. “I jus’ wanna see him again, tell him I love him. Please, Primus.”
Day 9: Prompt 2: scary movie night
Prowl had no idea what to expect when Jazz announced that Spike wanted a scary movie night. The date was arranged, and all off-duty Autobots gathered in the rec room in front of the large screen television Wheeljack had constructed.
“All right, an’ welcome ta the first scary movie night!” Jazz greeted them all, motioning to Spike to start the film, and settled on the couch next to Prowl.
It wasn’t until halfway through the film that Prowl realised Jazz was shivering against him, hiding his face against Prowl’s arm.
“Jazz?”
“Mebbe this weren’t such a good idea after all.”
Day 10: Prompt 1: theater, art, literature, music
“You can’t keep me in suspense.” Jazz pouted. Prowl had planned their evening, and he had no idea what it was. Even his usual sources had come up dry.
“I can.” Prowl replied. “That way it will be a surprise.”
“C’mon mech. Theater? Literature Review?” Jazz racked his processor trying to think what Prowl might have planned. “Art show? Concert? Primus, you’ve got concert tickets, haven’t you?”
“No.”
“Wingnuts.” Prowl couldn’t help but smile at Jazz’s curse.
“You’ll enjoy it.” He promised Jazz, even though the other mech’s expression was doubtful.
“Well?”
“I enjoyed it.” Prowl’s smile was almost smug.
Day 10: Prompt 2: my favorite mistake
“So how did you two meet?” Bumblebee asked. The party was winding down, and they were talking about the first time they’d all met each other. Prowl smirked and Jazz actually giggled.
“Okay, I really want to know now.” Smokescreen put it, optic ridge raised at their responses.
“I arrested him.” Prowl answered, glancing at Jazz.
“You arrested him?” Surprise echoed around the table.
“Yup.” Jazz nodded his agreement.
“But I thought you were the best thief around?” Mirage asked.
“Let’s just say I made a mistake.” Jazz glanced at Prowl and smiled softly. “A good mistake. My favorite mistake.”