another one... but this is only a couple of weeks old
Airsupport
Author: Thalanee
Verse: It‘s A Game (AU)
Word Count: 1300 words
Warnings: crack, no eating or drinking while reading!
Rating: pg13
Disclaimer: I only wish they were mine, but they don’t belong to me.
Summary: Sometimes Prowl takes always being calm and collected to new extremes…
Author’s Notes: Just a little something that wouldn’t leave me alone… Inspired by something Batman said in some Justice League episode I stumbled across on youtube.
Belongs in the same universe as “War Is But A Game”: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7359061/6/A_Love_In_Black_And_White_Challenges
@ renegadewriter8: I haven’t forgotten about the prompt you gave me, I will write it, but the bunny is playing hide and seek at the moment *lays out traps*
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Prowl idly wondered how long this was going to take.
The ground was coming nearer at an alarming rate. He could already make out some details he hadn’t seen from the flying city growing smaller above him. The winds from his fall whipping across his chassis and sensor wings Prowl idly remembered how he had gotten here, into the open air, with nothing there except solid ground to catch him.
He’d had a bad feeling about this particular mission from the beginning, but dismissed the feeling since there was no rational reason for it. After all it was a mission like any other, something he had done countless times already. His team was supposed to get into Sky City (the city’s founders certainly couldn’t be accused of creativity when it came to naming things), collect the intelligence from their contact without being discovered by the neutral city’s guards or the Decepticons, who apparently were after the same information.
A fight between the two teams had been a given from the beginning, so Jazz, Hound, Mirage and Prowl had taken precautions for all sorts of things, knowing it would most likely be Starscream and his trines who’d be coming after them. They even had the Aerials and Skyfire near as backup in case they needed to leave fast.
Being chased through the city, splitting up and then falling of one of the bridges hadn’t been part of the plan though.
Jazz would never let him live this down!
A propos living…
Activating his comm. he tried to reach the Autobot fliers. “I need airsupport. Now.”
The answer wasn’t what he expected at all though. Instead of Skyfire’s deep voice, a well known screechy sound erupted from the comm. “Sorry Prowl, but your fliers are all otherwise occupied.” The tone of the voice was deceptively sweet, Prowl just knew there was a large smirk on the Air Commander’s face.
“That is rather regrettable.” Keeping his own voice dry and inflectionless, Prowl stifled a sigh. It seemed he was going to die after all. As if he hadn’t died often enough already. The thought of having to create his character all over again nearly made him groan out loud.
“Why, I hope you didn’t need them for anything important.” Starscream asked innocently. He was obviously getting a kick out of this.
“Thank you for your concern, but you need not worry. My need for them will be eliminated in another few moments.” Looking down, the black and white was able to confirm his calculations. He had to give it to the creators of “The Great War”, they certainly knew their programming, it felt as if he really was falling. He just hoped their penchant for realism stopped at things like the feel of an impact.
“Really?” A short pause, then the seeker spoke up again, incapable of containing his curiosity. “Why did you need them?”
“Because I cannot fly.” Prowl answered, completely deadpan. “At all.” He added after a moment’s thought.
“Excuse me?” Surprise coloured the other’s transmission.
“I called them, because being incapable of flight myself, I need someone to catch me. Preferably before I am getting to know the ground more intimately. Which will happen in exactly 2.7 minutes.”
Silence reined for a second, before Starscream shrieked “What?!” and the comm. was abruptly silenced. Not bothering to try and reestablish the connection, Prowl crossed his arms and idly watched the ground come closer. It was a pity really, this particular campaign had been one of the funniest to date. If his character really died now, he would have to create another and start all over again in a different setting according to the rules. Of course Jazz and Soundwave would hack the game server and recreate his character exactly like it was before, if he asked them (and maybe even if he didn’t), but somehow that didn’t seem right to the bot who was an enforcer in real life.
Resigning himself to the inevitable he didn’t even register the wail of a highspeed seeker engine being pushed to the limit come closer, or saw the distinct shape of a seeker in vehicle mode diving down after him nosefirst.
Suddenly blue arms wrapped around his middle and seconds before impact whoever had caught him, pressed him to a red and white chassis and managed to veer away from the ground and fly back up, flipping him to carry Prowl bridal style in the middle of a breathtaking display of aerial acrobatics.
Looking up Prowl was greeted by a smugly smirking Starscream. “I heard you needed some airsupport, so I decided to fly by and see if I could help.”
There were a lot of retorts Prowl could think of to that cheeky explanation, so he just picked the one that appealed to him the most. “I realize that arriving a few moments earlier would have made for a less dramatic entrance, but I would have appreciated it even more.”
“Anytime, Prowl, you’re welcome,” Starscream shot back, before his grin turned even more devious. Soon the city came back into view, as well as the purple Decepticon cruiser docked in one of the aerial docks of the city. “You do realize what this means though?”
“That I am in your debt, I know.” Prowl rolled his golden optics. Trust the wily scientist to remind him of that.
“Besides that.” The grin on the dark face was really disconcerting. Whatever the seeker was thinking of, Prowl wasn’t sure he liked the direction.
“I do not know what you are implying.”
“You are an Autobot, I’m a ‘Con. I caught you, so now you’re my prisoner.” Waggling his optic ridges suggestively, Starscream nearly cackled at the gobsmacked look on Prowl’s face.
“Careful what you’re saying next Star, you know how Jazz reacts when he thinks someone is flirting with me.” The doorwinger pointed out, after all Starscream had rescued him. Besides who would he have his snarking matches with, if his mate offlined one of his best friends?
Wincing, the flier remembered the last unfortunate sod to make the mistake of coming on to the black and white. “No offense, but no. That would be like feeling up my younger sibling.”
“None taken and likewise. So what were you referring to?”
Sniggering Starscream decided to explain. “You’re my prisoner, which means your teammates need to rescue you. Which in turn means Jazz will be doing the rescuing and I’m willing to bet good high grade that he will do it in his usual dramatic fashion.” Giddily he watched Prowl. He didn’t get the reaction he was counting on though.
“So?” Prowl asked, tilting his head to the side.
“What do you mean, so?” The flier gaped at him. “The last time, he swept in, carried you out bridal style and declared his undying love for you in front of the whole armies!”
“You say that like it is a bad thing. In fact I am looking forward to it.” He really was. The many and various creative ways Jazz found to court him again and again was what he loved most about the game.
When the red seeker gaped and sputtered at him, Prowl laughed. He really did love this game!
To Be Continued