Hi?
Um... yeah, long time no post, and it will be even longer now since I'm starting on the job tomorrow (today was my graduation! ^_^) I'm in audit so... long, long, looong working hours and when I have free time, I want to sleep, not post...
But before that! Gift for sanjuno, a fic for her Nine Rings of Vos verse.
He was tired, so tired. The pain had finally faded, but so had the cries, the desperate cries that he had been striving towards. Somehow, his spark had twisted as he heard them, although something told him that the voice shouldn't have been heard. Not here, not now.
It didn't matter, the cries were fading with the pain. He was beginning to forget why he was resisting, why he didn't let go and just... drift... off...
NO
He would have jerked if he still had a body. A presence was blocking him from moving on, towards the warmth and peace that was beckoning to him (and the fact that it was boring ol' peace that awaited didn't exactly encourage him to fight whatever the presence was).
He knew this feeling, this presence. Or at least something similar. It had the same light steadiness, if that made any sense, like a wind along the ground. Warmer, more... present, then its higher sky cousins, but a wind all the same. Thats when the presence intensified.
"YOU! Will turn around and go console my creation right this instance or I will ensure that the Well of Allsparks would be so boring for you, you'd be begging Primus to send you back out again!"
The words jolted his spark as he remembered one of the two mechs who could sneak up on him. And the reason he knew the mech.
Prowl!
"Good. Now get out there and return to my creation! Oh, and tell my Genitor its not his fault. "
After that there was a sensation of being thrown before the pain returned, as did the voice. As Jazz drifted of to a different type of darkness, he held on to the familiar wind in his spark.
I'm here Prowl. And I'm not leaving again.
Not as good as anything sanjuno or katsuko has done for the 'verse but I hope you enjoy! ^_^
But before that! Gift for sanjuno, a fic for her Nine Rings of Vos verse.
He was tired, so tired. The pain had finally faded, but so had the cries, the desperate cries that he had been striving towards. Somehow, his spark had twisted as he heard them, although something told him that the voice shouldn't have been heard. Not here, not now.
It didn't matter, the cries were fading with the pain. He was beginning to forget why he was resisting, why he didn't let go and just... drift... off...
NO
He would have jerked if he still had a body. A presence was blocking him from moving on, towards the warmth and peace that was beckoning to him (and the fact that it was boring ol' peace that awaited didn't exactly encourage him to fight whatever the presence was).
He knew this feeling, this presence. Or at least something similar. It had the same light steadiness, if that made any sense, like a wind along the ground. Warmer, more... present, then its higher sky cousins, but a wind all the same. Thats when the presence intensified.
"YOU! Will turn around and go console my creation right this instance or I will ensure that the Well of Allsparks would be so boring for you, you'd be begging Primus to send you back out again!"
The words jolted his spark as he remembered one of the two mechs who could sneak up on him. And the reason he knew the mech.
Prowl!
"Good. Now get out there and return to my creation! Oh, and tell my Genitor its not his fault. "
After that there was a sensation of being thrown before the pain returned, as did the voice. As Jazz drifted of to a different type of darkness, he held on to the familiar wind in his spark.
I'm here Prowl. And I'm not leaving again.
Not as good as anything sanjuno or katsuko has done for the 'verse but I hope you enjoy! ^_^