Opposites Attract: A Prowl and Jazz story
(but...they didnt always)
I take things serious
And you take 'em light Our friends are sayin' I like it quiet I take-2 steps forward
I go to bed early
And I party all night
We ain't gonna last
Cuz I move slowly
And baby I'm fast
And I love to shout
But when we get together
It just all works out
I take-2 steps back
We come together
Cuz opposites attract
And you know-it ain't fiction
Just a natural fact
We come together
Cuz ... Opposites attract
Chapter 1. Opposing Forces: Processor vs. Spark: Prowl ( Approximately 6 million Earth years ago)
It had been a painfully long day. In fact the whole vorn had been painfully long. The second in command and chief tactician of the Autobot army looked at the data pads on his desk. His processor was beginning to ache. He had been reading through reports for breems now and they all seemed to say the same thing. It appeared they were losing this Primus forsaken war. They won their fair share of battles but the Decepticons were ruthless and Megatron was not one to give up would rather rule a planet that he had a hand in destroying than to give up and let the rightful prime, who not to mention was honorable and valued all life, to have control of a competent governmental council. He almost glitched several times in the past when he thought about that. it was so absolutely illogical that he had a hard time stopping the glitches. Now he simply refused to let himself think about it. The fact was however, and Primus knows that is what Prowl liked to stick to, that they were running out of energon sources and without energy they would indeed lose the war. Without it they would lose quickly. he was considering how to present to Prime the idea of seeking a supply off world when Special Operations officer Jazz walked in, or rather came dancing in, as Prowl would describe it. Either way this was one bot Prowl really didn't want to see today for so many reasons. The first being his whole attitude about the war and the gravity of the situation they were facing. He was so, nonchalant and almost indifferent to the sure to be destruction of their home world.
"Hey Prowl. Here's my report. Yep" he paused, "don't look at me that way my mech, I did it right this time, but you still won't like it. Optimus didn't."
Yes, Prowl thought. That was the second reason he didn't want to see Jazz. He knew the news would not be good. He was having a hard time this particular evening keeping his emotions under control. He inwardly shook to make himself focus. He couldn't glitch now.
"Well. Let's hear it. What did you find out? I am already considering suggesting we look off world for energy. It can't be much worse." He should have known better than to assume that.
Jazz vented in an exasperated sigh. He then proceeded to give details about Shockwave's latest experiments with energon and how it seemed to him they were going through their supplies faster than normal. The cons were close to turning on themselves.
"And just how is that bad?" Prowl asked him. "if the Decepticons take themselves out then we will no longer be outnumbered and we should have an easier time ending this war for good."
"Like I was trying to say, Prowl" Jazz continued with some annoyance now showing on his faceplates, "it is the experiemets themselves. Sure they seem to be going through it rapidly but they may be close to finding ways to double or even triple their supply. If they do that then…"
"We've lost" Prowl finished for him.
"yes. What was this you were saying about looking for energon off world?"
"Nothing" Prowl answered softly. "Just an idea. It may be vorns before it is necessary if at all. If we can find out what technology the Decepticons are using and how close they are to being successful then we won't have to."
Jazz just shook his helm. He knew where Prowl was going with that idea. He knew that it would be his responsiblitiy to get that information, and Primus he didn't think he was going to get out alive with the information he had this time. Prowl hated him. He was convinced of this. He left Prowl's office in a less than upbeat mood. He had one more place to report to before he would go temporarily lose himself in the other mechs laughter and high grade in the rec room. Med bay to make sure they didn't infect him with anything.
Prowl watched him leave. Sure most of the time Jazz's attitude toward the war angered him but most of the time he just wished it was physically possible for him to be more LIKE Jazz, to have an illogical thought without worrying about how to process it or waking up in the med bay with a processor ache from glitching. He reminded himself he would not be Prowl without it but it changed nothing. He longed for a moment when he could really laugh and not think so much about work, but Primus he wanted this war to end and as long as there was fighting there would be no play. As much as he wanted to not like Jazz and despite all the logical reasons he had to not like him he simply couldn't. He didn't know why. He shook his helm again. This trail of thought would lead to glitching. "Listen to your processor, Prowl not your spark. That will do nothing but cause trouble. Besides Jazz hates you anyway. You are far too different." He told himself. He picked up Jazz's report and read it, gathered his notes and headed to his CO's office.
A/N I plan on doing this in relatively short chapters and 3 sections. Each stage of the relationship from both of their points of view. Thanks in advance for reviews.