TF: Christmas Challenge – Peace 1/3

[wildernesstales]

Rating: PG
Series: G1
Pairings: Prowl/Jazz, Red Alert/Inferno, Ironhide/Ratchet/Wheeljack
Summary: It’s December and Megatron makes an offer the Autobots can’t refuse
Warnings: Slight tormenting of Red Alert
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 Note: Written for the 

prowlxjazz Christmas challenge, which is based around the four candles of advent.  This one is for Peace.  The author would like to point out that Red Alert was not harmed in the writing of this fic and any injuries he might have incurred should be blamed on Inferno
This could be seen in the same series as the Hope set
Feedback makes friends. Flames dealt with by the masters of paranoia and fire, Red Alert and Inferno. 

 

This fic is bought to you by the phrase ‘it’s a plot’ and the realisation that it’s not paranoia if they really are out to get you!

“It’s a plot!”
“It’s not a plot.”
“I can tell!  It’s just the sort of underhand thing the Decepticons would do!”
“Red Alert!” Prowl raised his voice, effectively cutting off anything more Red Alert was going to say.  “It is not a plot.  It is not a ploy to get us to relax our guard.  It is simply that Megatron needs a chance to regroup and repair.”
“It’s…”
“It’s nothing.  If Prime believes that Megatron will keep his word, then that is good enough for us.”
“But…”
“But nothing.  Unless you wish me to escort you to see Prime to explain why you are still arguing against his decision?”
“No.” Red Alert turned smartly on his heel and left the room.  He knew he was sulking and he honestly didn’t care.  How could Prowl and Optimus actually believe the leader of the Decepticons when he said that there would be no attacks for three Earth weeks?  It was preposterous!  They were Decepticons.  They earned their name by deceiving others.  How could they trust them?

“Red? Yo Red!” Red Alert broke off from his internal monologue to find Jazz skipping lightly beside him.  Backwards.
“Jazz?”
“Look like you’ve got something serious on ya processor Red.”
“It’s a…” Red Alert stopped and stared at Jazz.
“Why are you skipping?  And why are you skipping *backwards*?”
“’Cuz we’ve all got ourselves a little holiday Red.  Ain’t ya heard the news?  Megatron’s called a temporary ceasefire.”
“It’s a plot.” Muttered Red Alert.
“Heh, doncha think Prowl might have realised that?  He’s probably run it through that battle computer of his far too many times to be healthy and it still comes up with the same answer.  That’s why we’re having a party.”  Red Alert looked up sharply at that.
“Party?”
“Yep.  Always time for a party if we ain’t gotta go kick Decepticon can.” Red Alert twitched.
“I need to…”
“Sure man, go right ahead!” Jazz clapped Red Alert on the shoulder and skipped (skipped!) back the way he’d come.  At least he was skipping in the right direction Red Alert thought.

**~*~*~*~**~*~*~*~**

“Enter.” Prowl didn’t look up from his datapads as his office door chimed.
“Figured you be up to your optics in work already.” Prowl gently placed the datapad he had been reading down on his desk, methodically lining it up with the edge of the desk before leaning back in his chair and looking at Jazz.
“There will never be a better chance for me to get caught up on all these reports than now.” He explained, trying hard to ignore the amusement dancing in Jazz’s optics.
“Red’s pretty steamed up about this whole ceasefire thing.” Jazz commented idly, sitting down on the chair the other side of Prowl’s desk.
“He would be.”
“’Course he would.  I’m surprised you aren’t.”
“I have analysed Megatron’s motives and correlated them with the latest information we have on the state of his army.”
“Figures.” Jazz swung his legs up to rest on the edge of Prowl’s desk, narrowly avoiding toppling a pile of neatly stacked datapads.
“Red Alert would be able to draw the same conclusions if he were to look at the situation logically.”
“Still hard to believe though.  After all these years, we’re actually going to be able to have a peaceful Christmas.”
“With you organising the party, I find that hard to believe.”
“Ha ha.  Why is it you always make jokes when there’s no one else around?”
“It was merely an observation.” Prowl replied, ducking his head to hide his smile.  Except there was no hiding anything from Jazz.
“An observation my aft.  Anyway, you’ve enjoyed all the Christmas parties I’ve thrown.”
“You’ve thrown a grand total of three Jazz.”
“Hey, look last year was not my fault.  I didn’t exactly plan to get completely slagged by Skywarp.”
“Necessitating a complete rebuild.”
“Like I said, it weren’t my fault.  Besides, not like I was alone.”
“Indeed.  Ratchet certainly didn’t have a good Christmas.”
“Yeah, but Wheeljack, First Aid and Perceptor helped out.  They got us all repaired in record time.”
“And then you and Blaster hosted a belated Christmas party resulting in four mechs ending back up in repair bay.”
“Heh, yeah.  Think First Aid will ever forgive us for that?”
“I don’t believe he has forgiven Ratchet for getting thoroughly overcharged that night and leaving him in charge yet.”
“Now that was a sight.” Jazz laughed, remembering the sight of their Chief Medical Officer dancing rather raunchily with Ironhide while Wheeljack tried desperately to hide and avoid getting pulled up to dance by both his partners.
“I still believe Sideswipe made a fatal mistake in pinning the captures he made around the Ark.”
“They were some good times man.” Jazz sighed.
“I agree.”
“And this Christmas is gonna be even better!” Jazz announced, standing up.
“I am not going to regret not stopping you am I?” Prowl asked, a smile on his lips.
“Nope.  When have I ever let you down Prowl?” Moving around the desk to stand behind the tactician, Jazz rested his hands on Prowl’s doorwings, eliciting a small shiver.
“Never Jazz, never.” Prowl answered, leaning back against Jazz and offlining his optics.  “Just promise me that no one will cause any trouble.  I would like a peaceful Christmas if the Decepticons aren’t intending to attack.”

Comments

[mmouse15.livejournal.com]

Ooo, nice start! I love Red's paranoia - They were Decepticons. They earned their name by deceiving others. Too true!

This looks to be as good as Hope...

[wildernesstales.livejournal.com]

Awwww.. thank you! I love Red and I just can't resist playing on his paranoia at times...

[kyra-neko-rei.livejournal.com]

Mmmmmm. I like this. Continue PLZKTHNX?

[wildernesstales.livejournal.com]

Already writing! :)

Glad you're enjoying them!

[vejiraziel.livejournal.com]

XDD Poor Red Alert... then again, maybe not. *hands Inferno a large trout to use on Reddie if he gets out of the line* >> <<

[wildernesstales.livejournal.com]

Ah we do so love to traumatise the ones we love... and I'm sure Inferno can think of interesting ways to distract Red :) (And I'll be there watching!)