[Fic] Sweet revenge
Title: Sweet revenge
Rating: T
Verse: G1-AU (SoaL-compliant), sequel for To love a stranger
Characters: Jazz/Prowl
A/N: written as a birthday gift for bluebirdsoaring
Prowl walked down the hall feeling annoyed, in part because he was not sure what to do about his own mood.
Jazz was a full orn late in returning from his latest mission, but those sorts of things happened at times. Still, this had been a very low risk mission and should have been simple for someone of Meister's skill. It had been bothering Prowl that perhaps they had entirely misjudged the situation and with each passing joor he had to work harder not to fret about what might have occurred. But a short time ago his concern had turned to frustration as he discovered that Jazz had in fact returned to the ship without reporting in and without making contact.
He had found this out entirely by chance. Looking for a distraction from his own worries, he had decided he needed some company and he had elected to get some energon from the crew rec room rather than using the officer's space, mindful of how Jazz liked him to mix with others more. But as he walked into the room he overheard Bumblebee telling Hound that Mirage needed his help with Jazz in their quarters, and that had spoiled his appetite entirely.
If Jazz needed help, why had he not asked Prowl? Why was he in Mirage and Hound's quarters? And what was Hound supposed to be needed for?
Prowl had returned to his office and continued with his work for awhile, telling himself that Jazz would no doubt appear shortly. This had not happened. His shift had eventually ended and he was now torn between demanding that Mirage and Hound send Jazz to him, and changing the lock on their quarters so that Jazz would be shut out.
Both were frustratingly immature reactions and he had not given in to either impulse but it had been tempting.
Finally reaching his quarters he headed inside and was surprised to feel Jazz's presence. Heading through to the berthroom he began to ask what his partner was up to when he found a stranger standing there.
No, not a stranger. Jazz, sorcelled into the form of a conehead jet. Specifically, the form he had taken on when pretending to be Hound's prisoner.
Prowl frowned.
"If this is supposed to be a joke I fail to see the humour." he said coolly."My interest in your sorcelling abilities has been satisfied. And I have seen quite enough of this particular form."
Jazz grimaced.
"Sorry, babe. I was hopin' t'get this sorted before you came home."
"Get what 'sorted'?"
"I'm... well, I'm kinda stuck in this form."
"I don't understand."
"Nah, y'wouldn't." Jazz sighed, rubbing at his helm. "It's like this: I sorcelled into this shape for the mission. Thing is, I'd been thinkin' 'bout what you said, how the sensors're all in the wrong places. So while I was away I did a bit o'tweakin' t'see if I could get the wings t'be a bit more sensitive. Like your panels."
"And?" Prowl asked when Jazz simply stopped.
The jet twitched.
"Well, it worked."
"What is that supposed to mean?"
"Uh, well, turns out they're so sensitive I can't change back. Every time I start to try they ache like the pit. I had to get Raj an' Hound t'sneak me back here. Raj tried t'help me change back, he's helped out before, but I've stuffed myself up right good this time. I should jus' be able t'move'em back outta the way given a bit more time but they're so charged up it's gonna take ages. The only way t'do it quicker'd be t'get a medic t'turn off the sensors first, but if Ratchet finds out he'll have a fit. I kinda promised him I'd stop playin' round wit'this."
"His reaction would be entirely reasonable." Prowl mused. "Still, perhaps I can talk him into being more forgiving. For a price."
Jazz had begun to look hopeful, but now froze.
"What sort of price?"
Prowl closed the berthroom door and setting a new lock combination into the keypad, then turned to bestow an anticipatory smile on his partner.
"I'm thinking of all the times you've tormented me by playing with my doorwings. Tomorrow I'll talk to Ratchet. Tonight, I'm going to get some revenge."