Drabble
Title : Stary night
Summary : Jazz feels down, Prowl cheers him up!
Rating : K
Warnings : None
Series : G1
Pairings (Characters) : Prowl/Jazz
Disclaimer : TF doesn't belong to me ^^
Prowl ignored the music that could be herd all over the Arc. The party was full on and everyone was attending, celebrating the newest victory of the Autobots, finally stopping the bad luck that the fighters for righteousness couldn't shake of for quite some time now.
But the bot that usually organized such events was missing.
'Where are you Jazz?' Worry started to slowly creep in his spark as the SIC only got a glimpse of his mate in the med bay while Ratchet was treating his wings and Wheeljack was patching up a gash on the visored mech's helm.
Following the gentle tug in the bond, Prowl was led outside under the clear Earth sky. The night was chilly as the air that left his vents misted in the cool air.
The SIC stopped and looked around puzzled. Jazz was supposed to be right here but Prowl found none.
"Hey there lover!"
"Gah!" Prowl turned around, acid pallet gun ready to fend of any treat.
"Whoa, easy there Prowler!"
"Jazz..." He lowered his weapon, "What on Cybertron are doing in a tree?" Prowl quizzically looked at the upside down hanging mech from a tick branch that somehow was able to support his weight.
"Didn't you know? This is Blue's favorite sniping place." Jazz smiled gently at his bond mate and sat up strait on the branch.
"Well now I do." Prowl regarded the smaller mech, "Could you please come down. Ratchet would wield you to the wall if you aggravated your wounds." He eyed the flexie seal on the saboteurs helm, right above his visor.
"Pfft, speak for ya self love." Jazz motioned for Prowls wings that were held lower than usual.
"Why aren't you attending the party? You're missed."
Jazz looked thoughtful for a moment a Prowl was able to catch a glimpse of fear over the bond. "Please, talk to me Jazz. You know I hate it when you keep everything to yourself."
And it was true. Jazz was fairly open to everyone. He shared everything. But if someone tried to think about it, no one could tell where Jazz really came from, who his creators were, how he got his skills, anything personal Jazz was brilliant at avoiding - but even so, his reputation was know all around the galaxies.
"Ya know," Jazz looked up, "I stare at these star almost every night, but I can't seem to find the one closes to Cybertron...I can't even remember what's it called anymore."
"Zeta 0771, but most called it Zetalia" Prowl looked up as well. The night was chilly but the stars were brilliantly glowing. "We used to climb the crystals at Praxus' Central Park after shift so we could gaze at the setting star, remember?"
"Ah will never forget..." Muttered Jazz as nostalgia flooded is spark and he slipped of the three, landing gracefully next to Prowl, "Ya asked to bond with me there."
Jazz felt Prowl embrace him from behind and he leaned in to the hug.
"That I did." Muttered Prowl. "Will you tell me now what troubles you?"
"Naww, it's pretty stupid." Jazz was slightly startled when Prowl turned him around, so the two black and whites were facing each other.
"Nothing you say is ever stupid Jazz. Especially things that upset you. How can I get that through your thick helm?" Prowl shook his head, "What kind of bond mate would I be if I ignored you?"
Jazz grinned as his spark was filled with love, "Such a traditionalist. You're like the prince in bright shining armor, ya know? From the stories the Dinos like to listen to." He smiled fondly at the Praxian mech, foul mood almost forgotten as the two bots almost drowned each other in their love.
This right here was the only reason they continued to fight in this meaningless war. They have given up and sacrificed so much - they will not give up now.
Jazz will not give up.
But sometimes the bot that cheered everyone else would need a cheer himself. And he always got it from the mech everyone least expected.
"They-we are celebrating a victory. Why so down?"
"Can't explain it. Guess I'm just tired, ya know?" Jazz rested on Prowl, hand embracing his neck, "Probably all the emotions finally caught up with me."
Even Jazz needed some time alone. And Prowl respected that.
"I never expected it to be easy being the crews outlet."
He chuckled, "If that's what ya wanna call me. Then yeah." He Looked at Prowl right in the optics, "But I got you to push me when things go down heal. I just wish I could return the favor."
"Do you honestly believe this doesn't apply to me as well?" Prowl rested his chevron over Jazz's forehead, but still careful of his injury.
Jazz grinned "Ah suppose."
"Lets get inside. It's cold." Prowl started to tug Jazz along.
"You? Eager to go to a party? Is the world ending?"
"Hardy." Prowl shook his head as they reached the entrance.
"Well," Jazz purred his foul mood forgotten, " I think I know another party that you might enjoy a lot more."
Prowl smirked. "Lead the way, bond mate of mine."
Yes. Jazz liked celebrating victories. But he liked it best when he did so with his mate.
And celebrate they did.