december challenge fic, part 6 of 6
Title: Where There is Sadness
Universe: G1
Rating: PG
Word count: 649
Summary: communication is most difficult when no one talks about it.
Notes: and its finished. talk about blowing through a challenge. ^_^ i am pleased with the overall result here, but i do think its going in for some editing before it hits my fic archive.
He woke to the sounds of something light and thin rustling against a metal frame. Prowl onlined his optics and saw Ratchet draping a thermal wrap over Bluestreak, who was in recharge in a chair next to his medical berth.
“Welcome back,” the medic said softly. “Try not to bring him out of recharge if you can help it. He shouldn’t even be out of his own berth yet, but he wouldn’t stay down once he found out you were in here too.”
“I will be careful,” the tactician replied in an equally quiet tone. “Where is Jazz?”
“I’m not sure. He cleared out not long after Blue came in.” Ratchet looked concerned. “Why? Do you need him for something?”
“I…No. I don’t think so.” Prowl tried to pin down what he was feeling and couldn’t. “It’s just that he said he would be here.”
“You want me to find him for you?”
He appreciated the medic’s offer, but he didn’t feel like he should take him up on it. He didn’t know why he was so bothered by the lack of Jazz’s presence and he wanted to think on it before he confronted the saboteur. “Thank you, but no. I will find him later.”
“If you’re sure.” Ratchet looked him over carefully, and Prowl knew he was being given a medical scan before the other mech left the room.
“I am. When will I be released?”
“In a groon or so. I want to run a few more scans now that you’re online to be sure the virus has been eliminated.”
Prowl nodded. A groon would give him more than enough time to process his feelings and decide the best course of action.
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He found Jazz in one of the observation rooms, staring out a window. He didn’t think that he had ever seen the saboteur look sad before, but Jazz looked completely depressed right now. Prowl’s spark ached at the sight.
“Jazz?”
The saboteur turned to face him, his face lighting up in pure joy for a moment. Then his happiness fell away and he turned back to the window. “Prowl. How you feeling?”
“I would be better if you had been there when I came back online,” Prowl replied.
“Didn’t seem right. I mean, I knew you and Blue were…” Jazz shook his head. “I don’t want to be in your way.”
“What?” The tactician couldn’t hide his confusion. Surely Jazz didn’t think he and Bluestreak were in a relationship?
“I care about you, Prowl. I don’t want to be the one to keep you from being happy.” The saboteur rested his forehead on the window, obviously trying to hide his face from the other mech.
Prowl stepped closer to him and laid a hand on Jazz’s shoulder. “Bluestreak is my student, Jazz. And for a time I raised him, so it is only natural that we care deeply for each other. But it is the love a creator feels for his sparkling.”
Jazz turned to look at him, obviously trying to hide the hope that Prowl could see rising on his features. He wondered how he could have missed how deeply the saboteur had begun to care for him. “What’re you saying, Prowl?”
“I am saying that you are only standing in the way of your own happiness.”
The smile Jazz gave him could have drowned out the light of a star. The saboteur turned and pulled him into a hug. Prowl stiffened involuntarily, unused to physical contact from anyone except Bluestreak.
Jazz’s bright expression dimmed. “Sorry. I thought you meant-“
“I did.” Prowl returned the embrace, holding Jazz tightly to keep the other mech from pulling away. “I am not good with emotions, Jazz, and other mechs don’t like to come near me, let alone touch me. Will you teach me?”
The saboteur tightened his hold on the tactician. “Gladly, Prowl. Gladly.”
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