Oneshot
Name: Nightmare
Words: ~900
Verse: G1
Genre: uhh, horror?
Rating: T
Warnings: Deaths
Summary: Jazz has a nightmare... or does he?
AN: Written a while ago but I remembered I haven't posted it :) Inspired by a picture drawn by vejiraziel.
Jazz desperately shook his head, trying to stop his lover, but with his vocalizer off line, it was futile.
"Jazz, calm down please." Prowl worriedly glanced at Jazz's flickering visor. "I need to recalibrate your systems. They are running at very dangerous settings"
'No!' The visored mechs mind screamed. But he was injured and not in a state to even speak. He was captured by the Decepticons, tortured and they planted something in. Something bad.
He was just a vessel, a container. And Jazz knew with a certain that if anyone connected with him - medic or not - they would get contaminated. And the fact that he didn't knew with what scared him even more.
He distinctively felt Prowl plug in. Jazz's firewalls where in no shape to stop the tactician. Jazz mentally begged his lover to stop, that it was dangerous, but the darkness that was slowly consuming him just grew more and more, until he no longer felt the strong arms around him as Jazz's world faded...
Jazz on-lined in the med bay, noting that his body was fixed.
"Ratch'?" Jazz called. He may be fixed but it would take more time for him to return to optimum level. And what was he doing in the med bay?...
Jazz quickly stood up, startled from the outside of the med bay. It was quiet. Too quite, that even Jazz's sensitive audios couldn't pick up any noises and the Ark was usually full of them. But now - nothing.
"Ratchet?" Jazz called again, getting up from his berth and slightly wobbled his way to the medics office, only to find him missing. But the office was a wreck - data pad and papers scattered all over.
Frowning, Jazz left the med bay in search for someone - anyone - who might tell him what was going on. Not even the comms worked, which worried the saboteur even more. The corridors were brightly illuminated as always and yet not a soul around.
Jazz couldn't stop the gasp that left his vocalizer as he looked at the walls ahead, covered in energon.
Activating his weapons, Jazz cautiously headed towards the communications room, hoping to find someone. Jazz feared the worst and hoped for the best. Where were his friends? Where was Prowl?
Prowl!
His mind came to a halt. Prowl entered his systems. Did he get infected with something? Was he alright? Was the rest of the Ark well?
Jazz didn't have the time to dwell on this as the doors to the communications room opened automatically. He looked over the monitors and nearly dropped his weapon, resisting the urge to scream.
The recreation room, the training room, some of the halls, the offices - all of them covered in energon and limp bodies. Jazz didn't feel how his plating started to shake as his mind over and over again denied what his optics were showing him.
"No..." Jazz whispered. This cannot be happening. Everyone... everyone was gone. The scenes displayed before the saboteur were horrific and Jazz resisted the urge to purge his thanks.
What had caused this?
"Jazz..."At the sound of his name Jazz turned around, blaster raised. His optics widened as he looked at his lover - if he could call the thing that stood before him that.
"P-Prowl?" Jazz whispered, taking a step back as the tactician took one forward, closer to him. Something was emitting from between Prowls seams, enveloping him in a purple aura that frightened Jazz to his very core. Jazz's optics looked at the blade Prowl held, noting the fresh energon stains.
"Finally awake, Jazz..." Prowl closed the distance between them, backing Jazz to a wall. The visored mech didn't possess to strength to fire at his lover, the mech he was willing to give his spark for.
Prowls blade lingered around Jazz's neck cables and the spy off-lined his optics when he felt Prowl trace his energon stained knuckles over Jazz's cheek. The saboteur couldn't look at the purple optics and energon stained face of Prowl.
"Online your optics, Jazz." Came the order and Jazz just shook his head. He felt the blade press harder over the lines and a hot breath over his lips.
"Look. At. Me." The growl made Jazz's spark skip a beat.
"Jazz!"
"Jazz!"
"Jazz! Online your optics!"
Jazz didn't know what possessed him to online his visor, but he did it anyway and looked at the concerned face of his lover.
"Prowl?" Jazz whispered, not trusting his voice.
"You were having a bad memory purge, Jazz." Prowl continued to brush his knuckles over Jazz's cheek, looking at the too bright visor and tense body next to him.
"A... nightmare?" Jazz slightly relax. It was all just a bad dream. Jazz looked at Prowl. His Prowl. His beautiful and caring lover. He took in his features, relieved that no energon was staining his frame.
Jazz off-lined his visor, his tense posture slumping and curled around Prowl, reassuring himself that it was not real.
"Primus, Prowler..." Jazz muttered and buried his helm in Prowls neck.
"Rest Jazz. It's not real. I'll watch over you." Prowl murmured and stroked Jazz's back, lulling him back in recharge. And as the quiet hum of Prowls systems hulled Jazz back in recharge, he missed the manic smile that appeared on Prowls face.