TF: Yet Another Drabble Spectacular
Rating: PG-13
Series: G1
Pairings: Prowl/Jazz
Summary: Drabbles concerning Prowl and Jazz, based on the prompts given in the Anniversary Challenge
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: As per usual, the good things in life are not mine to have, but belong to someone else... in this case Hasbro, Takara and IDW and anyone else I’ve forgotten…
Authors Notes: This is an unofficial entry for the prowlxjazz Anniversary Challenge. I wanted to do what I’d done with Hound/Mirage and Red Alert/Inferno and do a drabble a day. Unfortunately, strict drabbles don’t count for the challenge, which is why you’re getting them every 5 days to make up the word count. Think of these as After Eights after the main course of the wonderful submissions for the challenge. And yeah, I know you were all waiting for me to do another one, mad thing that I am.
Feedback makes friends. Flames dealt with by the masters of paranoia and fire, Red Alert and Inferno
Day 11: Prompt 1: a mirror, brightly
Jazz twirled around the dance studio, visor retracted, optics offline, concentrating fully on his movements. Prowl watched from the doorway, optics switching between watching the dancing frame, and watching the reflection of Jazz in the mirrors lining the walls. The mirrors were positioned so that anywhere Prowl looked, he could see Jazz. Multiple Jazzes even. It was a good view.
Jazz finished with a flourish, sweeping low, arms held out for balance. His optics flashed on, visor slamming down as he heard a mech clapping.
“As elegant as ever, Jazz.”
“Prowl!” Prowl suddenly found himself with an armful of Jazz.
Day 11: Prompt 2: swing dancing
“C’mon Prowler, get into the swing of it!” Jazz grabbed Prowl’s hand and, even though Prowl tried to resist, tugged him mercilessly towards the dance floor to catcalls from the others.
“Jazz!” Despite Prowl’s obvious reluctance, he did indeed get into the swing of the dancing, and soon they were both whirling around the dance floor. Their movements were synchronised, as though they were communicating without speaking. It surprised everyone, and they stared at them, wondering who this black and white mech was, and what he’d done with their tactician who certainly shouldn’t have been able to dance like that.
Day 12: Prompt 1: Twists and turns
They survived everything. Every twist and turn life and their relationship took them, they survived. Compared to being in stasis for 4 million years, a few months away from each other didn’t sound that bad at all. They could survive it.
“Miss ya.” Jazz whispered, hand reaching out to touch the vid screen, as though he could trace Prowl’s face through it. Prowl’s optics dimmed, almost as though he registered the touch.
“It won’t be much longer. We’ll be together again.”
“Liar.” Jazz laughed softly. “You know as well as I do, we won’t be together until the war’s over.”
Day 12: Prompt 2: Generosity
Jazz was a generous mech. He always had been. He gave almost everything freely; a companionable shoulder, a audio to listen. Even his frame was shared freely. Until he met Prowl. Once he started a relationship with Prowl, he didn’t berth hop anywhere near as frequently as he had done. He was still the happy easy-going mech everyone had come to know and love, he just didn’t share himself that way anymore. Only with Prowl was he that generous. And Prowl rewarded his generosity with love and affection and a pledge to be with him until the day he deactivated.
Day 13: Prompt 1: Rebel beat - Goo Goo Dolls
Prowl grabbed Jazz’s hand, hauling him off the berth. After missions were always the worse, particularly if one of them were injured. This time, at least, they were both relatively uninjured.
“Prowler?”
“Make me feel alive.” Prowl begged, crushing his lips to Jazz’s. They might not have been injured, but many had deactivated that day. Many that Prowl had sent into battle.
“I’ll do mah best.” Jazz promised, whirling Prowl around, humming a soft melody as they danced to nothing.
“I want to be where you are.”
“Nah ya don’t mech, but I’ll get ya to a good place, promise.”
Day 13: Prompt 2: "Love beyond love, life beyond life"
It was obvious to everyone what would happen. Their relationship had transcended everything. Death couldn’t part them. Death wouldn’t part them. When Jazz came back from Cybertron, he was a changed mech. He stayed, helped Rodimus to learn what he needed to do, then slowly melted into the background.
“Where am I?”
“Where you should be.” A white hand was held out towards him. Jazz had no hesitation in taking it. His spark recognised the spark in front of him.
“Prowler.” He smiled, squeezing the hand and melting into the mech infront of him. Together in life. Together beyond life.
Day 14: Prompts 1: Growing
“Really don’t seem like all that long ago.” Jazz mused, watching their creation crawl around the floor.
“Really?” Prowl arched an optic ridge. He remembered every microsecond of their creation’s separation from his spark.
“Yeah.” Jazz smiled. “He’s crawling now. Soon be walking.”
“And then we’ll be hard pressed to control him.” Prowl added. Their creation had inherited Jazz’s penchant for trouble.
“Yeah.” Jazz’s smile turned goofy, and Prowl couldn’t help his own smile. They’d come so far, grown closer during the war, and now the war was over, they would be able to watch their own creation grow up.
Day 14: Prompts 2: Cut down
“Jazz, please report to storage bay 17.”
“Prowl?” Jazz was confused by the request.
“Please?” Prowl didn’t offer beg. But it sure sounded like he was begging now.
“I’m on my way.” Jazz hurried down to storage bay 17, curious to know why his lover wanted him there. On the way, his processor went into overdrive, settling into more and more arousing situations. He didn’t expect the sight that greeted him.
“Prowl?”
“Jazz.” Prowl barely managed to flick his doorwings.
“Yanno if ya wanted ta get into bondage, all ya had ta do was ask.”
“Please, just cut me down.”
Day 15: Prompt 1: sweetest taboo
“Prowl, what are you thinking?” Smokescreen hissed at his brother. “Are you out of your processor? You know Praxians can’t mingle with Polyhexians!”
“I don’t care.” Prowl stood his ground. “I love him, and I’m going to be with him.”
“Prowl!” Smokescreen groaned. “I can’t believe this. Out of all the mechs I know, you’d be the last I’d bet on breaking the rules.”
“I love him, Smokescreen. I want to be with Jazz forever, and I’d do anything to be with him.”
“Always thought it’d be me going with a taboo mech.”
“He’s the sweetest taboo.” Prowl smiled softly.
Day 15: Prompt 2: the hunt
“Catch me if you can!” Jazz grinned at Prowl before transforming, peeling away in a squeal of tires.
“My pleasure.” Prowl transformed and took off after Jazz, sirens blaring. They sped along deserted highways; their chase deliberately planned to cause the least impact on human traffic. Prowl was meticulous, even in a spontaneous hunt.
It lasted for two hours, surprising Prowl. He knew how wily his mate could be, but he didn’t often get to experience it for himself.
“What you gonna do when you catch me?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know.” Prowl revved his engine, determined to win this.
Series: G1
Pairings: Prowl/Jazz
Summary: Drabbles concerning Prowl and Jazz, based on the prompts given in the Anniversary Challenge
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: As per usual, the good things in life are not mine to have, but belong to someone else... in this case Hasbro, Takara and IDW and anyone else I’ve forgotten…
Authors Notes: This is an unofficial entry for the prowlxjazz Anniversary Challenge. I wanted to do what I’d done with Hound/Mirage and Red Alert/Inferno and do a drabble a day. Unfortunately, strict drabbles don’t count for the challenge, which is why you’re getting them every 5 days to make up the word count. Think of these as After Eights after the main course of the wonderful submissions for the challenge. And yeah, I know you were all waiting for me to do another one, mad thing that I am.
Feedback makes friends. Flames dealt with by the masters of paranoia and fire, Red Alert and Inferno
Day 11: Prompt 1: a mirror, brightly
Jazz twirled around the dance studio, visor retracted, optics offline, concentrating fully on his movements. Prowl watched from the doorway, optics switching between watching the dancing frame, and watching the reflection of Jazz in the mirrors lining the walls. The mirrors were positioned so that anywhere Prowl looked, he could see Jazz. Multiple Jazzes even. It was a good view.
Jazz finished with a flourish, sweeping low, arms held out for balance. His optics flashed on, visor slamming down as he heard a mech clapping.
“As elegant as ever, Jazz.”
“Prowl!” Prowl suddenly found himself with an armful of Jazz.
Day 11: Prompt 2: swing dancing
“C’mon Prowler, get into the swing of it!” Jazz grabbed Prowl’s hand and, even though Prowl tried to resist, tugged him mercilessly towards the dance floor to catcalls from the others.
“Jazz!” Despite Prowl’s obvious reluctance, he did indeed get into the swing of the dancing, and soon they were both whirling around the dance floor. Their movements were synchronised, as though they were communicating without speaking. It surprised everyone, and they stared at them, wondering who this black and white mech was, and what he’d done with their tactician who certainly shouldn’t have been able to dance like that.
Day 12: Prompt 1: Twists and turns
They survived everything. Every twist and turn life and their relationship took them, they survived. Compared to being in stasis for 4 million years, a few months away from each other didn’t sound that bad at all. They could survive it.
“Miss ya.” Jazz whispered, hand reaching out to touch the vid screen, as though he could trace Prowl’s face through it. Prowl’s optics dimmed, almost as though he registered the touch.
“It won’t be much longer. We’ll be together again.”
“Liar.” Jazz laughed softly. “You know as well as I do, we won’t be together until the war’s over.”
Day 12: Prompt 2: Generosity
Jazz was a generous mech. He always had been. He gave almost everything freely; a companionable shoulder, a audio to listen. Even his frame was shared freely. Until he met Prowl. Once he started a relationship with Prowl, he didn’t berth hop anywhere near as frequently as he had done. He was still the happy easy-going mech everyone had come to know and love, he just didn’t share himself that way anymore. Only with Prowl was he that generous. And Prowl rewarded his generosity with love and affection and a pledge to be with him until the day he deactivated.
Day 13: Prompt 1: Rebel beat - Goo Goo Dolls
Prowl grabbed Jazz’s hand, hauling him off the berth. After missions were always the worse, particularly if one of them were injured. This time, at least, they were both relatively uninjured.
“Prowler?”
“Make me feel alive.” Prowl begged, crushing his lips to Jazz’s. They might not have been injured, but many had deactivated that day. Many that Prowl had sent into battle.
“I’ll do mah best.” Jazz promised, whirling Prowl around, humming a soft melody as they danced to nothing.
“I want to be where you are.”
“Nah ya don’t mech, but I’ll get ya to a good place, promise.”
Day 13: Prompt 2: "Love beyond love, life beyond life"
It was obvious to everyone what would happen. Their relationship had transcended everything. Death couldn’t part them. Death wouldn’t part them. When Jazz came back from Cybertron, he was a changed mech. He stayed, helped Rodimus to learn what he needed to do, then slowly melted into the background.
“Where am I?”
“Where you should be.” A white hand was held out towards him. Jazz had no hesitation in taking it. His spark recognised the spark in front of him.
“Prowler.” He smiled, squeezing the hand and melting into the mech infront of him. Together in life. Together beyond life.
Day 14: Prompts 1: Growing
“Really don’t seem like all that long ago.” Jazz mused, watching their creation crawl around the floor.
“Really?” Prowl arched an optic ridge. He remembered every microsecond of their creation’s separation from his spark.
“Yeah.” Jazz smiled. “He’s crawling now. Soon be walking.”
“And then we’ll be hard pressed to control him.” Prowl added. Their creation had inherited Jazz’s penchant for trouble.
“Yeah.” Jazz’s smile turned goofy, and Prowl couldn’t help his own smile. They’d come so far, grown closer during the war, and now the war was over, they would be able to watch their own creation grow up.
Day 14: Prompts 2: Cut down
“Jazz, please report to storage bay 17.”
“Prowl?” Jazz was confused by the request.
“Please?” Prowl didn’t offer beg. But it sure sounded like he was begging now.
“I’m on my way.” Jazz hurried down to storage bay 17, curious to know why his lover wanted him there. On the way, his processor went into overdrive, settling into more and more arousing situations. He didn’t expect the sight that greeted him.
“Prowl?”
“Jazz.” Prowl barely managed to flick his doorwings.
“Yanno if ya wanted ta get into bondage, all ya had ta do was ask.”
“Please, just cut me down.”
Day 15: Prompt 1: sweetest taboo
“Prowl, what are you thinking?” Smokescreen hissed at his brother. “Are you out of your processor? You know Praxians can’t mingle with Polyhexians!”
“I don’t care.” Prowl stood his ground. “I love him, and I’m going to be with him.”
“Prowl!” Smokescreen groaned. “I can’t believe this. Out of all the mechs I know, you’d be the last I’d bet on breaking the rules.”
“I love him, Smokescreen. I want to be with Jazz forever, and I’d do anything to be with him.”
“Always thought it’d be me going with a taboo mech.”
“He’s the sweetest taboo.” Prowl smiled softly.
Day 15: Prompt 2: the hunt
“Catch me if you can!” Jazz grinned at Prowl before transforming, peeling away in a squeal of tires.
“My pleasure.” Prowl transformed and took off after Jazz, sirens blaring. They sped along deserted highways; their chase deliberately planned to cause the least impact on human traffic. Prowl was meticulous, even in a spontaneous hunt.
It lasted for two hours, surprising Prowl. He knew how wily his mate could be, but he didn’t often get to experience it for himself.
“What you gonna do when you catch me?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know.” Prowl revved his engine, determined to win this.