Pairings/Prompt: G1: Jazz/Mirage – treat – don't give up
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
“Don’t give up.” Mirage looked up as Prowl spoke.
“I said, don’t give up on him. Not yet.” Prowl sat down at the table Mirage was sitting at. Moping at was the more accurate term. Ever since Jazz had failed to come back from his mission, Mirage had been more unapproachable than ever.
“I haven’t given up.” Mirage bristled, causing several mechs to stare at them.
“I know you care for him.” Prowl spoke softly. “And I know he cares for you. I don’t know the reasons behind why you haven’t made your relationship public…” Prowl shrugged, doorwings flicking back. “And I know he will come back to you.”
“I…Thank you.” Mirage nodded, staring down at the table. While his and Jazz’s relationship wasn’t public, a few close friends knew about them. And Prowl could obviously see he was suffering. Jazz’s mission was only an intel run. Something that he should have been able to complete easily. And be back by now. But he wasn’t. Which meant that something had gone wrong.
“I know what it’s like to wait for a partner.” Prowl murmured, taking a sip of the cube he’d brought with him. “And how emotionally tiring it can be.” Mirage appraised Prowl with another look. The mech had always been called a drone with no spark, but here he was proving that wrong.
“I’m not entirely sparkless.” Prowl gave him a small smile.
“You were reassessing me.” Prowl gave another one of those shrugs that made his doorwings flutter.
“Maybe I was.” Mirage smiled slightly; the first smile he’d given since he’d heard about Jazz.
“Jazz.” Mirage’s voice was the first thing that Jazz heard when he onlined in the medbay.
“’raj?” His vocaliser was hoarse, but given what he’d been through, it was only to be expected.
“I’m here. And I’m glad you’re back.” Mirage glanced around before squeezing Jazz’s hand, leaning down to kiss his cheek.
“That all the homecomin’ welcome I get?” That made Mirage laugh.
“Perhaps when you’re released, we can have a proper homecoming celebration.”
“Yeah, that’d be nice…” Jazz trailed off, and Mirage thought he’d gone back into recharge when he spoke again. “Thanks fer not givin’ up on me.”
“I’d never give up on you.” Mirage smiled, stroking down the back of Jazz’s hand as he dropped back into recharge.