TF: Rare-Pairing Halloween Trick ‘o Treat
Rating: PG
Series: G1
Pairings/Prompt: G1: Jazz/Blaster - trick - lost love
Warnings: Angst
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: I had fun doing the prowlxjazz Anniversary Challenge, if no one else enjoyed reading them. So when tf_rare_pairing announced their October challenge, I thought I might try something similar. Though this is going to be different as I have to write on a daily basis again. But that was fun when I did it before ( both times). So yeah… wish the ever-more-eccentric one luck?
Feedback makes friends. Flames dealt with by the masters of paranoia and fire, Red Alert and Inferno
Jazz watched as Blaster weaved through the Ark, talking to mechs with careless ease. It was exactly the same as he did, but he could see the life in Blaster’s optics. His own didn’t seem to have much life in them now. He’d lost what he now knew was the most important thing in his life. And there was nothing he could do to get Blaster back. He’d lost Blaster. He’d lost the love of his life.
And it hurt.
It hurt to watch Blaster walk around as though nothing had happened. There hadn’t been an acrimonious break up, just… a quiet agreement that things weren’t going to work. Yet Jazz was left with a profound sense of loss.
Blaster watched as Jazz just… got on with his duties, as though nothing had happened. It hurt. It hurt to watch the one mech he truly loved carry on and practically ignore him. Not that Jazz could ignore him properly on a base like the Ark, but he certainly didn’t go out of his way to speak to Blaster.
And it hurt.
Of course, Blaster couldn’t quite work up the courage to go speak to Jazz. They’d parted on… reasonable terms, both agreeing (reluctantly in Blaster’s case) that things just weren’t going to work out the way they were going. Still, Blaster was left with a profound sense of loss.
Optimus Prime watched and wondered whether he could talk Red Alert into shutting them in a storage room somewhere until they worked things out.
Series: G1
Pairings/Prompt: G1: Jazz/Blaster - trick - lost love
Warnings: Angst
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: I had fun doing the prowlxjazz Anniversary Challenge, if no one else enjoyed reading them. So when tf_rare_pairing announced their October challenge, I thought I might try something similar. Though this is going to be different as I have to write on a daily basis again. But that was fun when I did it before ( both times). So yeah… wish the ever-more-eccentric one luck?
Feedback makes friends. Flames dealt with by the masters of paranoia and fire, Red Alert and Inferno
Jazz watched as Blaster weaved through the Ark, talking to mechs with careless ease. It was exactly the same as he did, but he could see the life in Blaster’s optics. His own didn’t seem to have much life in them now. He’d lost what he now knew was the most important thing in his life. And there was nothing he could do to get Blaster back. He’d lost Blaster. He’d lost the love of his life.
And it hurt.
It hurt to watch Blaster walk around as though nothing had happened. There hadn’t been an acrimonious break up, just… a quiet agreement that things weren’t going to work. Yet Jazz was left with a profound sense of loss.
Blaster watched as Jazz just… got on with his duties, as though nothing had happened. It hurt. It hurt to watch the one mech he truly loved carry on and practically ignore him. Not that Jazz could ignore him properly on a base like the Ark, but he certainly didn’t go out of his way to speak to Blaster.
And it hurt.
Of course, Blaster couldn’t quite work up the courage to go speak to Jazz. They’d parted on… reasonable terms, both agreeing (reluctantly in Blaster’s case) that things just weren’t going to work out the way they were going. Still, Blaster was left with a profound sense of loss.
Optimus Prime watched and wondered whether he could talk Red Alert into shutting them in a storage room somewhere until they worked things out.