Part 1 of Drabble 5
Title: Logical Fallacy - On Reputation (Jazz)
By: Unseen_Daydream
Rating: pg-13
Verse: G1
Characters: Prowl, Jazz,
Warnings: vague mentions of intimacy, vague mentions of seduction in the name of war.
Drabble:5 (part 1)/?
Notes: Not sure if this needs to be locked into the community, but if does need to be locked just tell me please? (also tell me how to do such a thing, please?) I'll be doing a 'Reputation' for Prowl as well, because I really like the idea I have going here.
Summary: An error in reasoning - when assumptions are made by those who can't see the forest for the trees. A series of drabbles picking apart the fallacies surrounding Jazz and Prowl
It is unfortunate that many assume that Jazz is a “berth-hopper”. Not that it is any true fault of those who believe so as there was an instance, once, a long time ago when Jazz was more than overcharged and straight to the human term of “hammered” where Jazz said some extremely rakish things about his “multiple partners” and “prowess in the berth”.
But that is a story for another time.
The point of even mentioning the past incident of overcharged yammerings is that, like wildfire and rust infections, the rumors spread. Mech and femmes alike came forth claiming to have been “seduced by the saboteur” , By the time Jazz went to Ratchet for some equalizer to settle his tanks, Jazz was the “The Great Berth-Hoping Sedcucer”. No one ever said that the soldiers who go day in and day out getting knocked over the head in battles and by raging medics were very original by any means.
Jazz, making the best of a rather mortifying situation, spun his new apparent prowess to his advantage, master conversationalist that he is. The truth was even more embarrassing then the accidental lies so Jazz, while annoyed with the rumors, wasn’t too keen on informing anyone of the truth.
Because the truth is that despite, or perhaps because of, what he does, Jazz is a hopeless romantic. The kind who dreams of their first interface being with their future bondmate. That’s not to say that Jazz hadn’t ever interfaced before, seduction is a great tool for a saboteur and a master saboteur uses and perfects every tool he or she has. Jazz has gone on missions where he’d interfaced with a mech or femme and used the opportunity presented to either hack the other bot for information or assassinate them, in most cases both worked in tandem. But Jazz had never interface with someone willingly, someone he chose because he wanted too, not because it was required for the mission he was performing at the time.
Perhaps it was a response to the war, an effort to have some sort of control over his life after he gave everything else up for the cause, but Jazz swore long ago to never interface casually, that it would always be either strictly business in the tightest sense of the word or with the one he planned to spend the rest of his life with, however long that may be.
So on the night Jazz first interfaced with Prowl in some ways he was a “blushing virgin” and in others it was just another job. He had taken control immediately, servos everywhere in an assault so quick that Prowl had no opportunity to return the favor. Jazz, with no prior pleasant experience backing him, fell back on what he did know as one of the best infiltrators the Autobots had ever known. By the end of it, Prowl was feeling as though he’d been used and Jazz firmly believed that it had all been a mistake.
They departed on bad terms that cycle, each as unsure of their feelings as the other. Prowl threw himself into work to avoid the ache his spark felt at the idea that he’d been led on again, that Jazz had been no different than others who Prowl had been with in the past. Jazz went on as normal, but he hurt just as greatly as Prowl and he had no clue as to where he went wrong or if his dreams had truly been as naïve as he’d feared.
Eventually they would meet again in an intimate setting, as two opposite magnets are always inevitably drawn together once more, and without words Prowl tried to show Jazz how he felt for the mech, desperate to save the seed that held so much possibility in its blossom. This time it was Prowl who took control, or more accurately Prowl who ensured things remained balanced, that neither mech took control over the other in the same manner as before. This time Jazz truly experienced what he should have had the opportunity to explore before the war, before he gave everything for the cause. For Prowl, it was an opportunity to salvage a last chance, his final attempt at investing himself fully into a relationship.
It was the start of something special.