Anatomy in Black and White Chapter 2 of 3
Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers or Gray's Anatomy.
Rating: M (just to be sure)
AN: This is 2 of 3 chapters. The last chapter will contain the outcome of this all.
Chapter 1
At some point, you have to make a decision. Boundaries don't keep other people out. They fence you in. Life is messy. That's how we're made. So, you can waste your lives drawing lines. Or you can live your life crossing them. But there are some lines... that are way too dangerous to cross.
- Dr. Meredith Grey
Richard waited outside in the cold wet night. It may have stopped raining but the roads were still very slippery and with puddles everywhere. The one thing the Head of Surgery hated in trauma was waiting for the ambulance to come. In their case ambulances.
"When is their ETA?" A voice startled him and he glanced back.
"Rajid?"
A very handsome man, with shoulder long hair, probably in the middle of his thirties looked strait ahead, "Jazz prefers calling me Mirage."
"Oh, I'm sure he does." Richard glared ahead, practically willing the ambulance to get here sooner. "Idiot's got a nickname for us all."
"That he does."
A heavy silence followed. The droplets of after rain falling from the near by buildings were deafening.
"Should we call the twins?"
Ratchet snorted, "No, not yet at least. I know they will want to help but they'll just get in the way."
"I see."
Mirage was a cardio surgeon just like Jazz. He was equally good as well. If Jazz ever decided to step down (which hopefully wont happen any time soon) Mirage would be the one to replace him.
"Did you prep all of the trauma rooms?"
"Yes."
"Good. We're gonna need them."
The pair watched as two ambulances pulled in.
Chaos begun.
"Thirty - eight year old male, BP: 140/90, weak pulse, multiple contusion and fractions, a tear on his left side and he arrested once."
"Jazz, you're bleeding-"
"I'm fine!"
Once the battered up Jazz made sure the father was in good hands he helped the dazed Bobby of the vehicle. The boy was clingy and no wonder. Half on his family died in front of his eyes. He had a tear in his leg and multiple first degree burns over his body. Once he was taken care of as well, Jazz headed for the second ambulance, ignoring Ratchets calls.
"How is he?" Jazz asked in a hushed tone the paramedic.
"Stable for now. BP: 120/80, strong pulse but he has severe third degree burns on his back. His breathings are shallow but he is reactive."
Jazz winced as Prowl was gently led to the entrance. He was quite battered up, but he would live...
"We placed a central line and-"
"What do you mean you placed a central line?" Ratchet glared as he helped push the gurney, taking his wrath on the paramedic, "You're no surgeon!"
"Not me, him!" All eyes turned on Jazz. He glared but didn't stop.
"I did as I saw fit."
"Not in your condition. You could have nicked something!"
"Jesus Richard! You weren't there!" Jazz stopped and let the gurney to be taken away, "You weren't there! You didn't see how Bobby lost his family right before his eyes! You didn't see how the car exploded and Prowl barely had the time to protect the kid with his own body!"
Jazz was furious, adrenalin pumping in his veins. Plus his dizziness is getting worse as well as a major headache taking place. He stalked after Prowl's gurney leaving Ratchet standing there speechless for 10 seconds.
"...Mother frickin', self-sacrificing son of a..."He grunted and hurried after his subordinate.
He didn't need to ask where the other patients were.
Jazz coughed as he came back to consciousness. When had he passed out? He looked around noticing the carnage.
"Holy..." He coughed some more. He checked his current patient - weak pulse, but alive none the less.
"Prowl!" He looked around. No rain. Just the disgusting smell of something burning. "PROWL!" He yelled again. Still nothing.
"Damn it Peter! Answer me!" He stood up on shaky legs and proceed to search the darkness. He wished he hadn't.
"No..." Whispered as he saw the two limp bodies of Prowl and Bobby.
"No, no, no ,no!" He crouched down and grimaced at the burns on Prowl back.
Coughing alerted him that Bobby was coming to. The boy whimpered and shakily sat up, holding his injured leg.
"H-he s-saved m-me..."He hiccuped as the teen looked at Prowls injured back.
"Don't look Bobby!" Jazz winced as Prowl moaned in pain. "Don't look!"
The boy whimpered some more but averted his gaze away. He couldn't take much more of this. Jazz lowly cursed. He had nothing to work with. Nothing! Something inside his chest gave a painful throb. What if... what if Prowl didn't make it?
No!, his mind roared. He will be fine. He will survive. Jazz will make sure of it.
As he stood there in the cold night with a frightened boy and a probably dieing Prowl, Jazz couldn't imagine his life without his best friend. He couldn't. Without Prowl...without Peter the world seemed empty.
He loved Prowl. He was sure of it. And he knew Prowl loved him. But as a brother. A brother, an irreplaceable best friend. But now as he watched the damage on Prowls back his heart couldn't help but scream for more. It yearned for so much, much more. He wanted to hold Prowl, to soothe him and not as a brother...
Jazz wasn't concerned about his sexuality. He never was. If he ever fell in love, he would never care if it was with a male or a female. Love had no form.
Prowls parents never understood that. More specifically his father. Yes, Prowl knew all his life that he was homosexual and Jazz respected that. Prowl's father on the other hand did not. And that was one of the main reasons he visits his family so rarely.
Jazz on the other hand sometimes envied Prowl. His father may hate him but at least there was some degree of care. Jazz's father on the other hand... When was the last time he saw him? When was the last time he visited Jazz for his birthday. He couldn't remember. But there was always one constant in his life.
Prowl.
And Jazz will do everything in his powers to make sure it remains that way.
"They're not coming..." Whispered Bobby, looking ahead. Jazz bit his lip. His glasses were missing and it was hard to see in the dark.
"I need to to place your fingers here, like that." He instructed the teen.
"W-What? No, no."
"Bobby. I need you to keep an eye on Prowl. I need to check on your father and other siblings. I have to make sure an ambulance is coming as well." He placed Bobby's fingers on Prowls neck until he was sure the boy was able to feel the pulse and stood up. A bad wave of vertigo hit him and he almost collapsed on the ground.
"Damn it..." He whispered so Bobby couldn't hear him. His siblings were gone. Only his father stood there alive and he was slowly dieing as well.
Jazz thought he herd a car approaching. He reacted on instinct. He hurried his way out of the woods and on to the street. He started waving his hands, desperately yelling for the car to stop.
Just when the car was about to run over Jazz, the ambulance hit the brakes and stopped inches from Jazz. Jazz released the air he didn't know he was holding and collapsed on his knees in front of the ambulance, using it's hood to sit up right.
"What too ya so long?" He hissed and forced his body to stand up.
"Jazz, get the hell out of here!" Ratchet growled at the dark skinned man.
"Did someone paged plastics? And someone check again to make sure there is a suitable skin donor." Jazz didn't seem to hear him.
"Why isn't someone treating his injuries? Jazz, I'm ordering you to get the fuck out of here before you bleed to death!"
Silence.
"His temp it low. We have to make sure he doesn't slip in to hypothermia. Get some warm blankets and -"
"Jazz, listen to reason. This is why we don't let families in. Get out and let us do our job. He is stable, you said so yourself."
When did he say that?
"I can't leave him Ratch'. I just can't!"
"I promise you. He is in good hands." Richard sighed hard, "I suggest you check on the kid you brought in and you probably should call the twins. They'll worry, I'm sure."
Jazz just stood there for what seemed like forever until he slowly excited the room. He lingered in front of the the door that separated him and Prowl until he heared a shriek. Jazz looked up again and saw Bobby leaning against a window that separated him form the other trauma room. His father was on the other side.
Jazz approached the boy and took a hold of his shoulders. One look at the monitors told Jazz the grim outcome. Mirage was fighting well for the fathers life. But it was a lost cause.
"Come on Bobby, you don't have to see this..." He muttered and tried to lead the boy away but the teen wouldn't budge.
"...I- I was arguing w-with my eldest brother... Michel... h-he kept teasing me... kept calling me that dreaded nickname. Bluestreak... I hate it." The boy's tears seemed endless, "Bluestreak, Bluestreak, Bluestreak - all because I like to blabber...What wouldn't I give for him to call me that just one more time... just once." The boy fell on his knees when he saw Mirage pronounce time of death. He was utterly alone now.
"...Just once." He sobbed and Jazz held him, giving and taking comfort as well, "Dad turned to tell us to stop and...and that's when..." He couldn't finish the sentence.
Jazz led Bluestreak to an unoccupied room, lying him down on a berth. He gave him something to calm his nerves. The boy needed it so much. He called for someone to tend to Bobby and went to call the twins.
He would have chuckled at how groggy Sideswipe sounded but once he told them what happened...
They reached the hospital in less then 10 minutes. He didn't need to ask with how much they broke the speed limit.
"Jesus Christ Jazz... you're bleeding..." Muttered Sideswipe as he stopped in front of his mentor and friend. Did he really looked so bad?
"I'm fine Sides...Prowl's...Prowl's fine too." He looked at the room that Prowl was held in. Everything seemed fine. Thank God.
"Come on." Sunstreaker started, "You know I want to specialize in plastics. Let me show you how much I've improved by tending to that cut." They slipped in Bobby's room where Sideswipe took on treating the teens body while Sunstreaker started cleaning Jazz's gash.
"You know I would recommend a MRI ..." He trailed off. That head injury was too concerning for his taste, plus a lot of blood was lost.
"And I'll tell you I'm fine."
"Poor kid." They herd the twin with red highlights in his hair speak up, " He lost his entire family right in front of his eyes in less then 6 hours..."
Jazz sighed. Poor kid indeed.
"-zz? Jazz!"
"Huh? What is it Sunstreaker?" He looked at the future plastics surgeon. His face identical to Sideswipes, only difference was the blonde highlights.
"You dosed of."
"Leave him be Sunny. They had a tiring night." Sunstreaker glared at his brother.
"Jazz?" The said surgeon looked at the door, where Ratchet stood, " You can see him now."
Prowl was in a blissful haze. He was in a warm and fuzzy place, lying on his stomach. Someone was holding his hand and no thoughts crept in his mind. It was pure, enjoyable blankness.
Until all of a sudden, he remembered.
His eyes snapped open as he took in where he was. He was in one of the trauma rooms. There was pressure on his back but nothing else. Luckily no pain. But there was still something holding his hand. He slightly shifted his gaze on the one person that means everything to him.
"Jazz." He whispered.
Said person smiled brightly, tiredness evident with new glasses plastered on his beautiful face, bandage covering his forehead.
"Scared the shit out of me Prowler..."
Prowl shuttered his eyes and when he opened them a smile accompanied his features, "Someone has to keep you on your toes."
"I just love that dry humor of yours."
"And I your sarcasm." Prowls smile widened, "Richard was furious wasn't he?"
"To say the least." Jazz scooted closer.
"How's Bobby? His family?"
Jazz's face turned sorrowful and just shook his head, "Poor kid's all alone now. A social worker will some in the morning, since he's 15 and all..."
"Damn it..." Muttered Prowl.
"You saved his life today."
"And you saved ours."
Jazz rubbed his face, tiredness finely taking his tow on him. Prowl observed his best friend. Well, he stopped considering him as a friend a long time ago and today's experience, when they crashed, the explosion...just made his feeling more sure then ever. He was going to tell him. He was going to tell Jazz that he meant more to him then just a friend. They nearly died today and this just proved them that yes, life is painfully short.
"Jazz, I-" They started at the same time, "Prowler-"
They stared at one another, just drinking in the others presence.
"Jasper."
"Peter."
Another deafening silence followed. Until Jazz decided to brake it by leaning forward and lightly brushing his lips over Prowls. They lingered there for a bit. Jazz started to pull away but a hand behind his head stopped him and the kiss deepened.
"Is this what you wanted to say?" Prowl smirked at the dazed look on Jazz's face.
"...I feel dizzy..." Muttered Jazz. Prowl was about to joke that he had that effect on people but all mirth vanished as he looked at Jazz's eyes - more precisely, his pupils. They weren't equal - the left one was more dilated then the right.
"Jazz?"
Jazz hit the floor in a crash, unresponsive and only Prowls yells could be herd in the room.
Metroplex County Hospital (MCH)
Rajid Gerhard (aka Mirage) - Cardiac Surgeon, Jazz's subordinate
Peter Howler (aka Prowl or Prowler) - Head of Neurosurgery
Jason Lancer (aka Jazz) - Head of Cardiac Surgery
Richard Carter (aka Ratchet the Hatchet) - Head of Surgery (specializes General Surgery)
Simon and Alexander Brenner (aka Sunstreaker and Sideswipe) - third year med students at MCU
Bobby Rains (aka Bluestreak)
Second AN : Oh, I found these amazing pics of Jazz as a human! They fit this story perfectly! They are gorgeous! Link1 , Link2 - the pics belong to their rightful owners!
Just so you guys know Jazz here looks like the second link ( dark brown hair with blue eyes but wears glasses insted of a visor) He is smaller than Prowl (who is more taller and bigger in built but still that sexy :3) Prowl has short spiky light brown hair and brown eyes ^^ - just wanted you to know :P