Author's NB: I've had this story in my brain for years, like literally years! I attempted to write it about five years ago but wasn't happy with it. I keep meaning to start it but have the feeling it'll be another lengthy spiel.
I decided to start it now because well, I have nothing to do. I was writing a Christmas story, but then I accidently uninstalled Word then it took me five weeks to find where I'd put the disk! By then the Christmas season had past and my urgency to complete it wasn't so pressing (though I'm still going to finish it).
I'm also gonna use the famous… or is it infamous "bond" relationship between Jazz and Prowl, there'll be no "naughty bits" but rather I wanted to experiment with a few Transformer relationships in this story and there aren't a lot of femmes on Earth in this time line. Plus, yeah, it makes for great story fodder to emotionally cripple someone because of a lost love.
Usual level of swearing for one of my stories, little if no sexual references, violence, and a certain level of angst and emotional distress.
So, yeah, the usual "Negare special".
Chapter One
Weather was a strange phenomenon, especially on Earth. He'd been on a few other organic worlds before, but nothing like Earth. Nothing so varied. Most organic worlds were either dead from time, ignorance or intention. Most were long dead by the time he got to them. The wind howled around the building, occasionally a strong gust would rattle the well secured windows. The wind on Earth, well, that was just one of the many weather differences. It was alive, if such a word could be used. It had its own feel to it, it didn't make him feel sad or depressed or even worried. It had its own life. He liked it. He liked the way it fondled the trees, and the way it whipped up bodies of water, he loved how it pushed its way through blades of grass and how it lifted grains of sand and grit from the planet and hurried them along. Then there was the smell! He relished how it could take on the aroma of so many things, a bustle of flowers, a field of hay, or one of the many, many variations of human fuel. And he especially liked how temperamental it was, how one moment it would be raging, storming, screaming, the next a weak timidness had crept into its soul, holding it back from either fear or restraint or concern.
"Yes, the wind has as many personalities as…"
"Hey! Didn't anyone ever tell you that it's rude to read over someone's shoulder?"
"Its illogical for our relationship to be hindered by mannerisms".
"How about just being polite, Prowl?"
"If you require such courtesy from me, then so be it".
"Gee, Prowl, I'm not asking for your motherboard!"
There was a moment of silence between them, though its seriousness was obviously hindered by the giant smirk that lay slathered on Jazz's faceplates.
"I'm required to leave early for the mission to Washington".
Prowl stated.
"Aw man! Why's that?"
"There are diplomatic concerns amongst the humans, Prime has requested the team goes earlier, with both the intention of calming the humans' nerves and to ensure our requests are heard before the humans engross themselves in the other matters".
"Sounds about right? Is Skids still gonna be attending the festivities?"
"Yes".
"Haha! Just give him a chance, Prowl".
A friendly slap on the aft.
"He's not as bad as you think!"
Jazz chortled, both at Prowl's dislike of Skid's behaviour, and the reaction he gained when he slapped him one, catching the great and logical strategist off guard.
"Not amused, Jazz, not amused".
"Heh, what is up with you, Prowl? You've been as sour as a lemon for the last month, surely Skids can't have irritated you that much, and the twins have been in LA for the last six months, and me, well, I'm just a bunch of flowers and oil cake!"
"Jazz, there are other matters that have me concerned".
"Hey, I'm an officer too, you know, man, what is it that's got your panties in a bunch?"
"What are panties, and why would I have mine in a… actually… no, I do not see such a response as beneficial to my knowledge base".
Jazz laughed loudly at his mate, but there was no malice or disrespect in the tone, Prowl understood this.
"Its just the recent human diplomatic climate, I have logical conclusions that this may impede our relationship with them and subsequently act as a catalyst to remove us or limit their trades with the Autobot cause. This, of course, you can imagine, will only harm them, as if we're asked to leave or forced too, or if the humans limit trade with us that it hinders our production, the Decepticons may get a foot hold on this world and the human weaponry is not sufficient to stem the flow of any major attack that Megatron may launch".
And that was considered a "quick" explanation from the logical Bot.
"You worry too much, Prowl. Just go, have some fun, the humans, especially their leaders, are all just steam, pomp and ceremony. Deep down they know it won't help them to kick us out, they're just posturing, its almost their election time and they need something to harp on about other then their economy, pregnant females and wars".
"Your light heartedness does not ease my concerns, Jazz".
"Well, is it logical to waste all those resources of yours getting all worked up for something time and time again has proven to be nothing larger than a mouseoid's fart in the wind?"
"Mouseoids don't "fart", Jazz".
Jazz chuckled slightly, seeing his mate getting worked up was amusing at times, especially when there was nothing else going on, well, nothing else by the wind.
"Enough of human politics explain to me your fascination with allocating sentient personality traits to a non-living entity".
"Wah?"
"The wind, Jazz, why are you personalising the wind?"
"Oh, that?"
Jazz smiled as he gave the datapad in his hand a slight wave.
"Its assisting with my grasp of the English language".
"Jazz."
"Yeah?"
"Your core programming is equipped with a full database and semanitcal lexicon for all of the human languages, you have no need to practice… its just not… logical".
"Okay, okay, alright! Relax Prowler, don't blow a gasket on me, Ratchet will tear my plating off with a rusty can opener! I'm… well… don't tell anyone, Prowl, but, hehe, I'm thinking of submitting some of my poems and such to a human publisher, make a bit of cash, earn a bit of fame, you know, let the humans see us as more then just big scary machines with big scary guns!"
"Hmm, there is definitely logic in that assumption. If the humans are able to allocate to us their own emotional understanding of such inanimate natural forces, then perhaps they are more likely to accept us and our mannerisms. Perhaps it is something we might raise with Prime; he is currently seeking out ways in which to placate the humans further".
"Ahh… not so quick there Prowl, I don't wanna go getting Prime's hopes up or base my rep on a poem that might not even get published. Best to wait till its on the shelves and people are requesting my autograph before we go alerting the higher ups".
Prowl contemplated on these points for a moment.
"Wonderful, Jazz, your skills in logical assertions are improving. I am impressed. But none the less, I must still leave earlier for this mission".
"When's the go?"
"1900hrs".
"What? Tonight?"
"Correct".
"What? That's less than an earth hour away!"
"Indeed. Hence the reason I came to offer a momentarily farewell, especially since your shift ends at 0000hrs".
Jazz stood from his chair and embraced his mate, they engaged in behaviour that bonded couples engage in.
When their internal chronometer alerted them to the fact it was 1850hrs they disengaged, regarded each other and smiled.
"See you in a few weeks, Prowl".
"See you in a few weeks, Jazz".