More adopted bunnies, onoes!
Title: Prove Me Wrong.
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: Prowl x Jazz.
Characters: Jazz, Prowl, Sunstreaker, Sideswipe.
Summary: Jazz discovers one of Prowl's 'not so little' secrets.
Notes: This is my take on yet another plot bunny courtesy of cheysulinight. Not exactly pleased with this one, but the twins refuse to cooperate with me for this one.
Not beta'ed so, feel free to correct me.
"They deserve to know." It had been a shocking revelation for Jazz. One moment he was engrossed in the pleasure of interfacing with his lover, sharing their deepest secrets, their bare souls, their deepest fears. And the next moment there he was, standing before his mate with a mixture of confusion, shock and a little anger.
"To deserve does not equal to need." Prowl's gaze was firmly affixed to the ground, he couldn't meet the optics of his lover hidden behind that visor. He knew sooner or later their spark connection would reveal his deepest secret, but nothing could ever prepare him to face it.
"What do ya mean with that?!" Jazz closed his hands into tight fists. He wasn't angry about the discovery he had just made, he was angry Prowl had kept this secret to himself when there were at least three other mechs involved in this.
"Jazz, do you truly believe they need to know this?" A long, loud cycle of air through Prowl's vents nearly drowned the words. "Do you really think they need this right now? Do you think they want to know this?"
"That..." Jazz's anger dissipated when he pondered the situation. "Why ya never told them before the war?"
"Their mother never allowed me to." Prowl sighed and looked away once more. "She wanted offspring. I gave her offspring. She didn't want anyone to know her twins came from a commoner."
"I don't understand."
"You do know Sunstreaker and Sideswipe came from a wealthy family. Their mother desired offspring but her mate's spark was unable to produce it through sampling." Prowl rubbed the bridge of his nose, remembering the night his life became linked to the life of the Lamborghini twins.
"Let me guess. She sought someone that could give her what her mate couldn't, an' she found you." Jazz wasn't sure what he felt at the moment in regards of the situation. In one hand he could understand the desire so strong to have offspring and be willing to do anything to achieve that. In the other hand keeping Prowl's involvement in the twins' conception either by his or her choice was upsetting him.
"More or less." Prowl's door wings drooped visibly and he sat down on the edge of their berth, resting his arms on his thighs as he hung his head. "She, bought her twins." The tactician said so softly that Jazz could only heard it because of his enhanced hearing sense.
"She wanted to ensure I wouldn't try to contact them, talk to them, or otherwise let them know about my involvement in their creation." After a brief pause to cycle air the tactician looked up to his mate with a guilty look. "She offered to sponsor my career in the Law Enforcement division in exchange for my sampling and my silence."
At that Jazz felt his anger renewed. "So, ya sold yourself t'her to raise among th'ranks of Law Enforcement?"
"I didn't. I wanted to earn my promotions on my own. But I did accept other favors from her." Prowl supplied honestly, rubbing his optics tiredly. "At first I thought it would be better that way. She wanted her children so badly, her mate was beginning to feel the weight of being un capable of give her the offspring she desired. I thought I was doing something good for them. They were very happy for the longest time until the War slapped us all across the face."
The saboteur let out an uncharacteristic growl of annoyance and frustration, and Prowl feared it was aimed at him. However, Jazz approached him and rested a black hand over one of his own in a gentle affection. "Ya never felt th'need to tell them?"
"Sometimes." the tactician admitted and intertwined his fingers with Jazz's grateful for the reassuring caress. "But I always thought I would do more harm than good if I said anything. And Sunstreaker's sociopath tendencies didn't help matters."
The saboteur raised an optic ridge and chuckled softly at the joking tone used by the strategist and wrapped his free arm around his mate, resting his head against Prowl's. "Ya're goin' t'have ta tell 'em, sooner or later, Prowler."
"I know." the tactician sighed softly and rested against his lover.
"I'll be there with ya if ya want me to."
The cruiser nodded and powered down his optics. "That would be appreciated."
Outside of the shared quarters of Optimus Prime's senior officers, two young mechs leaned side by side against the wall. "Think we should tell him?" Sideswipe asked with an amused grin.
"Not yet," His twin, Sunstreaker, shook his head. "I want to test a theory."
"Oh?" Sideswipe could barely contain the need to laugh softly.
"I want to see if he'll still be feeling guilty by the time we pull our next prank on Huffer. And see if he'll go softer on us or not." The older twin's lip components curled up in a predatory smile.
"And if he doesn't?"
Sunstreaker shrugged but the smile never left his face plates. "We drop the bomb."
"I can't wait to see his face," Sideswipe pushed himself away from the wall and began to head down the hall towards his and Sunstreaker's quarters. "I just hope he won't expect us to call him 'father' or 'creator' or anything like that."
"Prowl?" The golden Lamborghini snorted softly and followed his twin. "I'm more concerned about Jazz calling us his adoptive children."
"If he lets me get away with what I wanna do to Gears, he can call me 'Junior' for all I care." Sideswipe stifled a chuckle at the disgusted look he got from his twin. If rolling their optics were at all possible, he was certain Sunstreaker would have done so.
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: Prowl x Jazz.
Characters: Jazz, Prowl, Sunstreaker, Sideswipe.
Summary: Jazz discovers one of Prowl's 'not so little' secrets.
Notes: This is my take on yet another plot bunny courtesy of cheysulinight. Not exactly pleased with this one, but the twins refuse to cooperate with me for this one.
Not beta'ed so, feel free to correct me.
"They deserve to know." It had been a shocking revelation for Jazz. One moment he was engrossed in the pleasure of interfacing with his lover, sharing their deepest secrets, their bare souls, their deepest fears. And the next moment there he was, standing before his mate with a mixture of confusion, shock and a little anger.
"To deserve does not equal to need." Prowl's gaze was firmly affixed to the ground, he couldn't meet the optics of his lover hidden behind that visor. He knew sooner or later their spark connection would reveal his deepest secret, but nothing could ever prepare him to face it.
"What do ya mean with that?!" Jazz closed his hands into tight fists. He wasn't angry about the discovery he had just made, he was angry Prowl had kept this secret to himself when there were at least three other mechs involved in this.
"Jazz, do you truly believe they need to know this?" A long, loud cycle of air through Prowl's vents nearly drowned the words. "Do you really think they need this right now? Do you think they want to know this?"
"That..." Jazz's anger dissipated when he pondered the situation. "Why ya never told them before the war?"
"Their mother never allowed me to." Prowl sighed and looked away once more. "She wanted offspring. I gave her offspring. She didn't want anyone to know her twins came from a commoner."
"I don't understand."
"You do know Sunstreaker and Sideswipe came from a wealthy family. Their mother desired offspring but her mate's spark was unable to produce it through sampling." Prowl rubbed the bridge of his nose, remembering the night his life became linked to the life of the Lamborghini twins.
"Let me guess. She sought someone that could give her what her mate couldn't, an' she found you." Jazz wasn't sure what he felt at the moment in regards of the situation. In one hand he could understand the desire so strong to have offspring and be willing to do anything to achieve that. In the other hand keeping Prowl's involvement in the twins' conception either by his or her choice was upsetting him.
"More or less." Prowl's door wings drooped visibly and he sat down on the edge of their berth, resting his arms on his thighs as he hung his head. "She, bought her twins." The tactician said so softly that Jazz could only heard it because of his enhanced hearing sense.
"She wanted to ensure I wouldn't try to contact them, talk to them, or otherwise let them know about my involvement in their creation." After a brief pause to cycle air the tactician looked up to his mate with a guilty look. "She offered to sponsor my career in the Law Enforcement division in exchange for my sampling and my silence."
At that Jazz felt his anger renewed. "So, ya sold yourself t'her to raise among th'ranks of Law Enforcement?"
"I didn't. I wanted to earn my promotions on my own. But I did accept other favors from her." Prowl supplied honestly, rubbing his optics tiredly. "At first I thought it would be better that way. She wanted her children so badly, her mate was beginning to feel the weight of being un capable of give her the offspring she desired. I thought I was doing something good for them. They were very happy for the longest time until the War slapped us all across the face."
The saboteur let out an uncharacteristic growl of annoyance and frustration, and Prowl feared it was aimed at him. However, Jazz approached him and rested a black hand over one of his own in a gentle affection. "Ya never felt th'need to tell them?"
"Sometimes." the tactician admitted and intertwined his fingers with Jazz's grateful for the reassuring caress. "But I always thought I would do more harm than good if I said anything. And Sunstreaker's sociopath tendencies didn't help matters."
The saboteur raised an optic ridge and chuckled softly at the joking tone used by the strategist and wrapped his free arm around his mate, resting his head against Prowl's. "Ya're goin' t'have ta tell 'em, sooner or later, Prowler."
"I know." the tactician sighed softly and rested against his lover.
"I'll be there with ya if ya want me to."
The cruiser nodded and powered down his optics. "That would be appreciated."
Outside of the shared quarters of Optimus Prime's senior officers, two young mechs leaned side by side against the wall. "Think we should tell him?" Sideswipe asked with an amused grin.
"Not yet," His twin, Sunstreaker, shook his head. "I want to test a theory."
"Oh?" Sideswipe could barely contain the need to laugh softly.
"I want to see if he'll still be feeling guilty by the time we pull our next prank on Huffer. And see if he'll go softer on us or not." The older twin's lip components curled up in a predatory smile.
"And if he doesn't?"
Sunstreaker shrugged but the smile never left his face plates. "We drop the bomb."
"I can't wait to see his face," Sideswipe pushed himself away from the wall and began to head down the hall towards his and Sunstreaker's quarters. "I just hope he won't expect us to call him 'father' or 'creator' or anything like that."
"Prowl?" The golden Lamborghini snorted softly and followed his twin. "I'm more concerned about Jazz calling us his adoptive children."
"If he lets me get away with what I wanna do to Gears, he can call me 'Junior' for all I care." Sideswipe stifled a chuckle at the disgusted look he got from his twin. If rolling their optics were at all possible, he was certain Sunstreaker would have done so.