Romanticide, part the first
This started off as a single drabble. It was meant to stay that way. But no. It had to not leave me alone, and end up it's own thing. This is not going to happen in chronological order, so please, bear with me. Apologies to those who have already seen this on my journal (although, if you demanded more, then you are getting more :D)
Romanticide
Title: This Night Will Hurt You Like Never Before
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: character death
Pairings: Jazz/Prowl
Characters: Blaster, Prowl, Ratchet, Bluestreak, Perceptor, Jazz
Summary: AU. There are traitors aboard the Ark, and some would have never guessed who until it's too late.
Unbeta'd, hit me if I'm wrong and I'll fix it.
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“I don’t understand,” Blaster said quietly, clutching Eject and Steeljaw closely to him, all three shivering with the loss of the other cassettes. No-one in the small group of Autobots looked at him, just continued to stare at the rifle of their guard, pointed in their direction.
“Jazz and Mirage, maybe, maybe I could understand,” the communications officer continued. “We all knew the rumours.”
“Although that’s all most of us thought they were,” Ratchet snarled, still holding a trembling Bluestreak tight. The early, and from their captor’s point of view - necessary, deactivation of the Twins had shaken the gunner terribly.
“But you, Prowl?” Blaster ignored the outburst. “You were a Decepticon? All this time.”
“No, not the whole time,” the former second-in-command corrected, moving his gaze from the group to another mech moving towards them.
“You changed sides?” Perceptor was asking, while Jazz sauntered up besides Prowl. “Why?”
Jazz grinned up at the taller mech, raising something in his hand, flicking a switch. The Autobots at their feet all gave a start at the explosion, most turning around to watch the remains of the Ark engulfed in flames, a raging beacon in the night. Bluestreak simply huddled closer to Ratchet, keening softly, while the medic glared at the two black and whites, their colours lit most appropriately in the flickering red glow of the fire.
Prowl pulled the saboteur closer and placing a firm kiss on his willing lips. They barely paused when their captives made as if to move, Jazz simply raising his own weapon to point at them, smiling down at them as if nothing had changed when the two former Autobot officers parted.
“Isn’t it obvious?” the tactician asked the silent group.
~*~
Romanticide
Title: This Night Will Hurt You Like Never Before
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: character death
Pairings: Jazz/Prowl
Characters: Blaster, Prowl, Ratchet, Bluestreak, Perceptor, Jazz
Summary: AU. There are traitors aboard the Ark, and some would have never guessed who until it's too late.
Unbeta'd, hit me if I'm wrong and I'll fix it.
~*~
“I don’t understand,” Blaster said quietly, clutching Eject and Steeljaw closely to him, all three shivering with the loss of the other cassettes. No-one in the small group of Autobots looked at him, just continued to stare at the rifle of their guard, pointed in their direction.
“Jazz and Mirage, maybe, maybe I could understand,” the communications officer continued. “We all knew the rumours.”
“Although that’s all most of us thought they were,” Ratchet snarled, still holding a trembling Bluestreak tight. The early, and from their captor’s point of view - necessary, deactivation of the Twins had shaken the gunner terribly.
“But you, Prowl?” Blaster ignored the outburst. “You were a Decepticon? All this time.”
“No, not the whole time,” the former second-in-command corrected, moving his gaze from the group to another mech moving towards them.
“You changed sides?” Perceptor was asking, while Jazz sauntered up besides Prowl. “Why?”
Jazz grinned up at the taller mech, raising something in his hand, flicking a switch. The Autobots at their feet all gave a start at the explosion, most turning around to watch the remains of the Ark engulfed in flames, a raging beacon in the night. Bluestreak simply huddled closer to Ratchet, keening softly, while the medic glared at the two black and whites, their colours lit most appropriately in the flickering red glow of the fire.
Prowl pulled the saboteur closer and placing a firm kiss on his willing lips. They barely paused when their captives made as if to move, Jazz simply raising his own weapon to point at them, smiling down at them as if nothing had changed when the two former Autobot officers parted.
“Isn’t it obvious?” the tactician asked the silent group.
~*~