Chuckling softly, Jazz followed his mech, tires digging into the soft mud caused by the melting snow on the dirt track, nosing ahead of Prowl briefly before falling into place beside the motorcycle, their sides just barely touching, a soft, steady purr emanating from his engine.
When the ninjas were to arrive at Serenade they were likely to find the place in a mild state of disarray, the lights were all off and the place looked a little abandoned.
Deep in the room Jazz and Prowl used as bedroom the former tactician was laying across the berth, one hand curled over his chest as if he'd been gripping his chest plating.
Shifting back to root mode, the white ninja approached the building, drawing close to his mech, giving the Lounge's darkened exterior a quick once-over, expression solemn.
"If no one's home, then they haven't been for a while."
Jazz reached for the door, blinking when it swung easily on its hinges.
"I know Nexus doesn't have much by way of a crime rate, but I don't think they'd leave the Lounge unsecured if they were gonna be away... I'm not getting good vibes from all this, Prowl."
*frown deepening he steps inside the building, frame immediately tense. Jazz was very proud of his club and yet there were cobwebs, dust, chairs left haphazardly as if someone had been in the middle of cleaning and just stopped.*
I know... *he steals a worried look to the white ninja* they wouldn't have left the place like this, what could have happened? An attack maybe?
*he cant think what would make their counterparts abandon what they'd spent so long building up*
As one Prowl reached for him and another backed away, Jazz took the outstretched hand automatically, glancing briefly at the darker ninja making a hasty exit before turning back to the mech on the berth, visor flickering in concern. The amount of affection being directed his way by the Datsun was unusual, and the Guardsmech had the sinking feeling that this Prowl was seeing a different Jazz in his place.
"Hey mech."
He offered the tactician a similarly faint smile, squeezing the hand he now held, hoping the other black and white would realise his error soon.
*His systems are still not operating to full capacity yet and his scrambled processors are still showing him a blurry image of the mech he thought was his bondmate, seeing whom he wanted to see rather than who was really there. He's so out of it still that he cannot registered the different voice.
The touch on his hand sending a wave of relief through his being as he grips the hand a little tighter and begins to sit up*
Yes...I'm still not fully responsive. You're alright, though? *sits up slowly, barely noticing the dark ninja bot has left.*
*he wracks his processor for who it was that could have done this. Jazz was right, nobody had reason and why single out only these two? It didn't make sense. He didn't want to accept that sinking feeling in his spark as he put the pieces together. Taking a deep intake, he turned back into the room and watched Prowl addressing his Jazz as if he were his bondmate, which only made his realisation all the more difficult to accept*
...Jazz.... *he murmured quietly, beckoning the guardsmech to him for a moment, not wanting to say what he suspected had happened in front of Prowl, fearing for how he may react*
Jazz answered the Datsun softly, his smile a little sad as he glanced down, finding himself needing to look away from the black and white mech. At his Prowl's murmur, the Guardsmech turned to face the other ninja, his grip on the tactician's hand loosening as he began to move towards the cycle-bot.
His fingers interlaced with Prowl's, squeezing his hand tight, offering and needing the silent reassurance of that contact. Glancing at his mech, Jazz turned back to the tactician, murmuring quietly.
"Would you like us to stay with you for a bit?"
Ratchet's own situation and subsequent withdrawal into his room came to mind, and the Guardsmech didn't want that to happen twice. And the Lounge was a little more isolated than the med bay with all its comings and goings. No one else lived here but the other Prowl and Jazz.
We'll stay a while, if that's alright with you, Prowl?
*replies softly, not sure what else to say. He looks away out of respect for the mech, knowing he'd not deal with the loss of his Jazz quite so calmly*
*he puts his cleaning rag to the side after wringing it in his hands for a few moments after Jazz's voice drifts up from the ground floor. He sighs and heads downstairs, heading over to his mech with a frown, opening his mouth to say something but finding words fail him*
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When the ninjas were to arrive at Serenade they were likely to find the place in a mild state of disarray, the lights were all off and the place looked a little abandoned.
Deep in the room Jazz and Prowl used as bedroom the former tactician was laying across the berth, one hand curled over his chest as if he'd been gripping his chest plating.
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The doors are shut, and the windows look grimy from the winter. Transforming, the ninja waits for Jazz, a faint frown on his face.*
Looks like nobody's home... *murmurs*
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"If no one's home, then they haven't been for a while."
Jazz reached for the door, blinking when it swung easily on its hinges.
"I know Nexus doesn't have much by way of a crime rate, but I don't think they'd leave the Lounge unsecured if they were gonna be away... I'm not getting good vibes from all this, Prowl."
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I know... *he steals a worried look to the white ninja* they wouldn't have left the place like this, what could have happened? An attack maybe?
*he cant think what would make their counterparts abandon what they'd spent so long building up*
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"Hey mech."
He offered the tactician a similarly faint smile, squeezing the hand he now held, hoping the other black and white would realise his error soon.
"Rough night, huh, Prowl?"
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*His systems are still not operating to full capacity yet and his scrambled processors are still showing him a blurry image of the mech he thought was his bondmate, seeing whom he wanted to see rather than who was really there. He's so out of it still that he cannot registered the different voice.
The touch on his hand sending a wave of relief through his being as he grips the hand a little tighter and begins to sit up*
Yes...I'm still not fully responsive. You're alright, though? *sits up slowly, barely noticing the dark ninja bot has left.*
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...Jazz.... *he murmured quietly, beckoning the guardsmech to him for a moment, not wanting to say what he suspected had happened in front of Prowl, fearing for how he may react*
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Jazz answered the Datsun softly, his smile a little sad as he glanced down, finding himself needing to look away from the black and white mech. At his Prowl's murmur, the Guardsmech turned to face the other ninja, his grip on the tactician's hand loosening as he began to move towards the cycle-bot.
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"Would you like us to stay with you for a bit?"
Ratchet's own situation and subsequent withdrawal into his room came to mind, and the Guardsmech didn't want that to happen twice. And the Lounge was a little more isolated than the med bay with all its comings and goings. No one else lived here but the other Prowl and Jazz.
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"Yes, I'm sorry as well..."
*looks down at his hands absently, listening to the ninja bots, feeling a little like their voices were background noise right now.*
"That's...up to you two, if you have other things to tend to, that's alright."
*Isn't sure if he wants company or not. Isn't sure of anything at the moment to be honest. Was this what Jazz felt like when he died in their 'verse?*
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*replies softly, not sure what else to say. He looks away out of respect for the mech, knowing he'd not deal with the loss of his Jazz quite so calmly*
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He replied, voice quiet in the suddenly stifling room.
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"Hey there..."
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Hey...
*murmurs quietly, holding his mech a little tighter*
How's he doing?
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Jazz nuzzled his mech tenderly, resting his helm against Prowl's with a quiet sigh, pressing against him, needing the contact just as much.
"Love you..."
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