Title: To serve a lover
Pairing: Jazz/Prowl (G1)
Warnings: slavery, harsh punishment, slash
Summary: Jazz is the young son of 2 nobles in the city Polyhex, a city that still allows slavery. Jazzes fathers feel it's time jazz started to make his own choices but also want someone there to keep him on track and buy him a slave. (on a side note both Jazz and Prowl might be a little ooc)
Disclaimer: I don't own transformers it belongs to Hasbro.
Jazz the first and only creation to the noble house of Polyhex sat in his private room after a long and boring day of studying.
Jazz didn't get out much and didn't have many friends, not that he didn't want to it was only because of the city he lived in. it wasn't safe for him to wonder the streets of Polyhex with or without friends. The reason for this was because there was a very visible line between the higher and the lower class of the city.
This meant that it was unsafe for a noble to walk around the city without guards and Jazz didn't want that. He preferred to stay at home. Staying in his room or on the grounds of his house where the slaves could look after him.
Polyhex and Kaon where the last two cities on Cybertron to allow slavery as they didn't like to have to pay the slaves to work for them so the slaves never became servants like they has in so many other cities.
Jazz and Jazzes family hated to use the word slave but due to the laws they had no other choice to call them that. However they did everything they could to make sure those who worked under them had energon, a berth, and shelter. Even went as far as giving them credits under the table away from the laws of Polyhex.
Though they sadly still had to buy slaves when they needed a new hand. This upset Jazz why couldn't they just scrap the slave law. He had been with his father to the slave pits once and felt nothing but pain at the suffering of others.
Jazzes sire Rhythm had gone to the slave pits today after saying they needed an extra pair of hands around the house.
"Lord Jazz your father requests that you go and see him in his study" the young mech said after bowing.
Jazz was so lost in his own thoughts he hadn't heard the slave come in. Jazz nodded, a silent thank you which sent the slave on his way.
Jazz made the short walk to his father's study and knocked on the door wondering what he could need him for.
"Come in" jazz heard his sire say though the door.
"You wanted to see me father" jazz said looking at his Rhythm.
"Ah yes Jazz, I did" Rhythm smiled at his son.
He led jazz to sit on some of the comfortable arm chairs in the corner of his study.
"you are now of age to start taking your life in your life into your own hands without mine or your creators help, however we feel the you might like a companion" Rhythm said taking his sons hands in his own, stroking his thumbs over the back of Jazzes hands.
"I know you hate the use of slaves and wish it would end, the reason I didn't take you to the slave pits today is because I wanted to personally choose you a companion, assistant and friend not a slave, one to help you keep track of things." Rhythm softly told his son keeping a hold on his hands.
"however the one I got originally came from the black slave market and has been treated badly, he his scared of just about everything, I want you to help him recover, show him what a real master is like, compassionate, friendly and never one to deal harsh punishments for silly accidents" Rhythm told his son sadly.
Jazz didn't know how to feel on the one hand he was glad his father had gotten the poor thing off the markets before he was handed to another owner who was cruel to him, but on the other hand he was nervous about seeing the slave worried about how badly damaged he was both on the outside and the inside. The one thing Jazz knew is that it was going to be a hard and long road to recovery for the mech, but jazz was willing to try.
"I will try my hardest to help him father, but how bad is he?" Jazz asked gently squeezing his fathers' hand.
"He's bad Jazz, every time I raise my hand to pat his shoulder he thinks I'm going to hit him, you have some work on your hands but I know that you can do it" Rhythm said squeezing his hands gently in return.
"Shall we go see him? He's in the room back here, his name is Prowl but he's not used to hearing it sadly so he might not answer very quickly" Rhythm said pulling his son up as he stood and led him to the back room.
At first Jazz couldn't see the mech because his father was standing in the way, but when his father finally moved out of the way jazz was caught between, horror and sympathy. Prowl was shaking, only very slightly but Jazz could see it. His colour was faded and scratches and dents littered his body. Prowl obviously hadn't originally come from Polyhex. But jazz wasn't really sure about the frame builds of other cities so he took a guess and Prowl was from Praxus.
Jazz saw that Prowl hadn't moved since they walked into the room, so Jazz slowly walked forward and knelt in front of prowl and almost let out a sigh of relief when Prowl looked at him. Jazz rested his hands on Prowls knees and felt the muscle cables flinch and tense.
"I'm Jazz, I am not your owner or your master, I want to be your friend" Jazz said trying to sooth the mech before him worries.
Jazz heard his father leave to let the two have some time to themselves. Jazz ran his thumbs over prowls knees letting the mech take his words in. he knew that all this must be hard to take in, from going to constant abuse to none at all.
Jazz felt rather than saw Prowls muscle cables relax, but he continued to sooth Prowl or at least try to.
"I apologise for ignoring you master, this is a lot to take in and I'm trying to cope" Prowl said shifting a little in his seat.
Jazz had to keep himself from smiling when he finally got to hear Prowls voice, he was soft spoken and it felt good to know that Prowl wasn't too scared to talk to him, however there was one thing he would have to change.
"Please Prowl call me Jazz or if you must call me by a title call me lord, though I would prefer it if you could call me Jazz" he said looking at Prowl right in the optics.
"I will try my lord" Prowl said nodding his head.
Jazz still kept himself low, still giving Prowl time to get used to him. He felt Prowl shift again.
"Would you like to see where you will be staying" Jazz asked slowly standing up and extending his hand to prowl.
It took a moment before Prowl took his hand, Jazz helped Prowl stand slowly flashing him a smile as he did. A smile all be it small was also shown on Prowls lips.
Leading Prowl though the halls of his home made Jazz feel somewhat odd, he couldn't explain it. He'd only known Prowl for a bit and he was starting to get attached already, he couldn't understand why. The need to protect him was strong as was the need to keep him far away from those who would seek to steal him from Jazz.
Jazz had always felt the need to protect those who worked for him and his fathers but never to this extent. Jazz felt personally responsible for Prowl. He wanted Prowl to feel like he had a home, to feel like he was safe behind these walls.
"You'll be staying with me in my room, but will however have a room of your own. So you can decorate it however you want, so if you want something just ask me and I'll see if I can get it for you, if you like to read I have many data pads with stories or you could go to the library of the house and have a look what's there, hum thinking about that I should give you a tour of the house tomorrow" Jazz said turning around and walking backwards to look at Prowl.
To say Prowl looked surprised was an understatement, Jazz guessed that being given his own room was a massive shock to the mech as not many slaves got rooms or even berths of their own.
Once at Jazzes' part of the house he decided it might be best to let prowl get some rest he looked like he needed it.
"Here's your room" Jazz said leading him into a reasonable sized room.
"That door there leads to my room so if you need me for anything and I mean anything you come to me ok?" Jazz said pointing at one of the doors to his left.
"Thank you my lord, umm I hope this is not out of place to ask but I am rather tired and would like to recharge" Prowl said looking up sheepishly at his new lord hoping he hadn't stepped over some unknown boundary.
Jazz smiled softly at Prowl "I could see you needed to rest so that's why we're here already, you get some recharge and I'll come get you in the morning for the tour" he said softly patting Prowl on the shoulder.
Jazz made a move to leave "my lord do you think it would be ok if we left the door between my room and your room open, it's just I don't like being too closed in" Prowl said looking sadly at Jazz
"That's perfectly fine Prowl, now go get some recharge before you fall over" Jazz said before leaving the room"
Prowl smiled softly, he was hoping that this wasn't some really good acting done by the family and that the moment he stepped out of line or did something wrong they would punish him as harshly as his previous owners had done. He got onto the berth and for a first time in a long time he fell into recharge with no worries.
Well that was the first chapter, hope you guys enjoyed it. I'm going to try and update at least once a week but with uni it might end up being once every 2 weeks.
Please review I'd like to know what you guys feel about it so far. Till next time!