25 days of Christmas
First: One sticky heart
Jazz was humming, delighted, overjoyed, skipping down the hallway to a beat no one else could hear. Though the occasional word that escaped him would explain why he was in such an overly happy mood.
It was only yesterday that Spike and Carly had explained to the Autobots the concept of Christmas, and already Jazz – amongst several others – had begun a countdown.
Most of the crew looked forward to the whole 'Christmas thing' and those who didn't found a certain amusement in watching the others. Optimus had shown interest in the jolly time, always the one to tell the Autobots to open up to the humans' peculiar cultures. Of course, there were those who didn't like the idea – Red Alert for one, who had decided that the whole concept of 'Santa Claus' and 'Santa's elves' visiting to give presents, and that the traditions – especially the mistletoe – were enough to put him in a paranoia fritz. Inferno was constantly trying to convince him otherwise.
And then there was Prowl…
"Heya Prowl!" Jazz waved excitedly as he saw the officer walk in the hallway, deeply engrossed in a datapad. The second the Datsun was within arm reach, Jazz picked up something from subspace and, albeit not hard, slammed the palm of his hand against Prowl's forehead. Prowl looked up from the pad, a little startled, only to sigh in annoyance when he spotted the sticky, red and blue Christmas heart now decorating his chevron. "Lookin' forward ta Christmas?" Jazz continued, grinning widely.
Prowl carefully – making sure none of the tape got stuck to his alloy – peeled off the Christmas decoration, before studying it with a peculiar look on his face. "I can hardly see why I should look forward to it, Jazz," he calmly answered. "It is still twenty-four Earth days away, almost a month."
"Twenty-three days and nine hours," Jazz corrected with a smirk.
"… Are you counting?"
"Yup!"
"Either way," Prowl said, rubbing the bridge of his nose, a habit he had picked up from Sparkplug, "there is no reason to start celebrating so far ahead. As much as I understand your enjoyment in the human customs, please don't let it come in the way of your duties."
Prowl couldn't find the logic in Christmas, thus he simply wouldn't consider it.
Much to the chagrin of Jazz.
"Now if you'll excuse me, I've got monitor duty in a couple of minutes." With that, Prowl placed the sticky side of the Christmas heart on Jazz' hand before walking past the saboteur. "I'll see you at our shift."
Jazz stood a little, staring at the Christmas heart before he shrugged, convincing himself to brush it off. It was just Prowl's attitude; it was just how he was.
But then again…
Jazz really couldn't let it go.
Primus in the Pit, Christmas or no Christmas, he would get everyone into the spirit of December!
Even if it meant causing a little mayhem.
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A/N: I will do my best to keep up the one drabble a day!
And about the 'slash might be implied', it all depends; do you want it? ]
Merry Christmas!