Pairings/Prompt: G1: Jazz/Optimus Prime – trick – watching someone die despite their best efforts to keep them alive before help arrives
Warnings: Um... don't believe everything you read
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: I had fun doing the prowlxjazz Anniversary Challenge,
Feedback makes friends. Flames dealt with by the masters of paranoia and fire, Red Alert and Inferno
“C’mon mech, it ain’t supposed ta end like this.” Jazz’s voice was desperate. He’d sealed every leak he could find, patched all the armor he could with everything he had in his field medikit, and still Optimus’ vital signs were deteriorating.
“Jazz…” Blue optics flickered on, and Jazz’s vents caught.
“Optimus. Just rest an’ conserve your energy.” He placed a hand on Optimus’ chest plating in warning in case the Prime should attempt to sit up. Optimus tried to sit up, slumping back down on the ground
“You got hit. Bad.” Jazz busied himself checking the patches he’d made.
“Jazz…” Bringing his optics back to look at Optimus, Jazz swallowed hard. “I know I’m not going to make it.”
“Don’t say that.”
“It’s…” Jazz couldn’t bring himself to lie to Prime. He never had, and he wasn’t going to start now.
“It’s fine, Jazz.”
“It’s not fine, Optimus. Just hold on. Ratchet’ll be here soon, and he can help ya better than I can.”
“We both know I’m not going to last that long.” Jazz bit back a sob. How could Optimus be so frank about it? And not fearing it?
“We all become one with the Matrix eventually, Jazz.” Optimus reached for his lover.
“You can’t… not yet. Please, don’t give up.” Jazz was aware he was begging. “Don’t leave me.”
“I’m sorry Jazz.” Optimus squeezed his hand and smiled. “I love you.”
“Til all are one.” The light faded from Optimus’ optics and Jazz let out a strangled wail and offlined his optics, collapsing over Optimus’ greying frame.
“Jazz!” Hands shook his plating, and he onlined his optics.
“You screamed. Are you all right?”
“I… just a bad dream.” He stared at Optimus, the dream all too vivid.
“Do you want to talk about it?” Optimus pulled Jazz close, mildly alarmed when his lover curled closer, relishing the contact and clinging to his plating.
“Rather not.” Jazz mumbled into Optimus’ plating.
“All right.” Optimus settled them back down on the berth.
“I don’t ever want ta watch ya deactivate.” Jazz muttered after a long silence.
“I should hope you never have to see that happen.” Optimus tightened his grip on Jazz.
“Me too, mech. Me too.”
Authors Note Redux: Yeah, totally not a trick prompt... I just couldn't do it...