TF: Yet Another Drabble Spectacular

[wildernesstales]

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 21: Prompt 1: social network
Jazz loved the buzz of the social network around the Ark.  He thrived on the gossip, not just on a personal level, but on a professional level as well.  He was always in the thick of it, finding out what was happening, who was ‘facing who, things like that.  He assimilated all the information and reported what he needed to.
“I don’t know how you do it.” Prowl admitted one evening.
“Do what?”
“Stay so in touch with the crew.” Jazz shrugged, not entirely sure how to respond.
“It’s just who I am.  You know I’m more sociable than you.”

Day 21: Prompt 2: truth or dare
“Truth or dare?”
“Truth.” Prowl went for the safer option, wondering how he’d managed to be roped into playing this silly game.
“Do you…”
“Have you and Jazz kissed?” Sideswipe cut in over his brother, earning himself a glare.
“I…” Prowl faltered.
“You have to answer the question.” Sunstreaker reminded him.  Prowl glanced and Jazz then down at the table.
“No, Jazz and I have never kissed.” Prowl muttered, sounding disappointed.
“Truth or dare, Jazz?” Bluestreak asked.
“Dare.”
“Kiss Prowl.” Sideswipe cut in again.
“Hardly daring, Siders.” Jazz smirked, twisting to face Prowl.  “C’me here, lover.” He grinned, kissing Prowl.

Day 22: Prompt 1:"Don't tell me you're scared now."
“Wow.” Jazz murmured as he stared at the small protoform in the incubator.  “Can’t believe we made that.” Prowl leant against him, his own optics focussed on their sparkling.
“We did.” He smiled, reaching out to touch the glass.  He started when Jazz shivered.
“Jazz?”
“How are we gonna look after the bitlet?” He turned to look at Prowl.  “How are we going to manage?”
“Don’t tell me you’re scared now.” Prowl stiffened.  Jazz shrugged.
“A little, but we can cope, right?”
“We will cope.” Prowl turned back to the incubator.  “For her.”
“For her.” Jazz agreed, squeezing Prowl’s hand.

Day 22: Prompt 2: Incision
“You have to make things awkward for me, don’t you?” Ratchet grumbled.  Jazz shifted with a hiss of pain.
“Weren’t exactly my fault, Ratch’.”
“No, you just happened to get in the way.”
“And if he didn’t, you likely wouldn’t have been able to save Prime.” Prowl pointed out.
“Don’t fragging remind me about that.” Ratchet muttered, carefully pulling plating away from the injury.  “And it’s gone into the protoform.”
“What does that mean?” Prowl asked, worried now.
“Means I have to make an incision to safely get it out.” Jazz groaned.  “You big sparkling, I’ll numb the area first.”

Day 23: Prompt 1: foreign affairs
“Do I hafta?” Jazz slumped down in his seat.
“You make it sound like I’m sending you into a war zone.”
“You’re sending me ta Praxus.  They’re so uptight there.” Jazz protested.
“You’re only going there to observe.”
“Foreign affairs.” Jazz muttered
“Hardly.”
“Think of it more as a cultural observance.”
“Cultural observance, right.  Still spying.”
“If you wish to think of it like that, then yes.  We need you to find out their political leanings.  We worry that Praxus may choose to side with the Decepticons.”
“Thought we’d worry if any city state decided ta side with the ‘Cons.”

Day 23: Prompt 2: prison break
Prowl sat serenely in the cell in the depths of Darkmount.  He had no doubt he would be rescued, and rescued soon.  He had been interrogated by Soundwave, but the telepath had stopped before hacking him.  Something which he was grateful for.
Two taps alerted him.  He stood up crossing to the bars of the cell and waited.  An explosion rocked the cell, setting off the base alarms.
“Ready ta break outta this here prison?” Jazz poked his head through the hole in the wall and grinned.
“Your timing could not have been better.” Prowl nodded, climbing through the wall.

Day 24: Prompt 1: I will follow you
“Please, don’t leave me.” Jazz sat at the base of Prowl’s memorial statue.  Since he’d been rescued from Unicron, and had found out what had happened to the shuttle that left Cybertron, he had been beside himself with grief.
“I know we never bonded Prowl, but ya know I’d follow ya anywhere.  I always wanted ta be with ya, right from the first time we met.” He reached out, stroking the foot of the statue.
“I don’t know whether I want ta stay Prowl.” He murmured softly.  “Rodimus has got his own team in place.  I’m kinda in the way.”

Day 24: Prompt 2: the enemy of my enemy...
“I hate Decepticonssss.” The creature hissed at them.
“Woah, we ain’t Decepticons.” Jazz held up his hands, palm forward.  “We’re Autobots, and believe me, we hate the ‘Cons as much as you do.”
“You will help ussss?” Jazz looked to Prowl as the creature asked for their help.
“We will help.” Prowl agreed.  “And you will help us repair our shuttle.” The creature held out a tentacle, and Prowl reached to grasp it, masking the grimace at the feel of it on his plating.
“Well, that went well…” Jazz remarked as the creature slithered away.
“The enemy of my enemy…”

Day 25: Prompt 1: Tentative touches
Prowl’s hand slid across Jazz’s chest plating, the touch feather-light.
“I’m not sure what I’m doing.” He admitted.  Jazz moaned.
“Me either, but that sure feels nice.” He admitted, tentatively touching one of Prowl’s doorwings.  The arch and soft moan he got told him it was a good place.
“Oh, that feels good.” Prowl told him, his own touch turning firmer as he gained confidence.
“Yeah…” Jazz nodded, optics darkening as Prowl’s touch made his systems head towards redline.  What had started out as simple touches quickly turned into something more, and they both found their completion with each other.

Day 25: Prompt 2: Lustful optics
“Stop it.”
“What?” Jazz turned to see Smokescreen standing at his table, glaring at him.
“You keep looking at him.”
“And?”
“I can see the lust in your optics.  That’s my baby brother you’re mooning over.” He reminded Jazz.
“Look, Smokes… I ain’t gonna do nothing.  Mech’s easy on the optics.”
“And you’re fascinated by doorwings.” Smokescreen added.  He twitched his own for emphasis, grinning when Jazz’s optics were drawn to them.
“Well, they are attractive.” Jazz defended himself.
“And even more attractive in black and white, right?”
“Yeah.” Jazz turned his gaze back to Prowl.  “Much better.” He sighed.