Author's Note: Decided to take on the random playlist shuffle challenge! Didn't turn out so bad, except that first song kinda threw me off. =/
Anyway, these are from a variety of different 'verses. Some are open to interpretation. Most are AU.
But…I hope you enjoy them, even if they do seem a bit awkward sometimes! There's only so much one can do in the span of a song…
Disclaimer: …Man I am not looking forward to saying "I don't own them" every chapter. But yeah. I don't. I just abduct them for my own amusement.
JAZZ
1.
Rihanna – We Found Love (feat. Calvin Harris)
Ha.
Always knew Ah'd find him somewhere…difficult. Ah didn't fall in love easy, meh; did it once. Got mah spark broken.
Wasn't quite expectin' the challenge he was plannin' on givin' meh, though. That woulda been nice ta see comin'.
Though…he did return the feelings. Eventually. Probably earlier'n he admits ta. But it was always the excuses, always the 'in a war' 'commanding officers' 'can't risk' slag…took me so many vorns ta wear him down…sometimes Ah wondered if it was hopeless.
Lookin' at him across the table now…it was worth it.
Every last astrosecond.
2.
Skillet – Awake and Alive
No no no no no
I cut Megatron off before he could take another step, trying to keep the focus off the human boy and the cube for just that much longer.
…That building hurt. Didn't really move, even with so much metal body crashin' inta it.
I'm dazed, staring blankly at the ground as my optics and CPU reboot, when I feel giant fingers wrap around mah leg.
No
My CPU reboots instantly, protocols flaring to action, but it's too late; Megatron has me in his grip, and we're flyin' ta the top of some human building, and briefly there's a crushin' weight as he steps on meh—
—and then I hear a deep, startled yell and the weight is thrown off of me.
Startled, I sit up and look around for the tyrant.
3.
Skillet – Hero
Where the pit am I
"Decepticon brig." My head jerks toward the dark corner, and something moves in the darkness, but they've taken mah visor, mah night vision's gone, along with most of mah normal vision. All ah can make out is blue and white…another prisoner? "Welcome home." He laughs mirthlessly.
Who are ya?
A slight shift. "That would be a designation you're looking for? I had one, long time ago. Forgot it. Forget a lot of things." He sighed. "Pretty things. All I remember now. But they don't mean anything. They get replaced with the ugly things every orn. Then I come back here to the pretty things."
Wait.
"Yes?"
I know that voice.
"Do you?"
I do. Mirage?
4.
Rihanna – Shut Up and Drive
Feels good.
The asphalt stretches out before my tires, nothing but me, the sun, and the empty highway—courtesy of a few calls and some serious testing of the Autobot/human civil relations.
What can I say?
I want to drive.
Like it was back on Cybertron, when half the surface was highways with no speed limits other than your own performance.
I miss those orns, racing whatever bot thought they could take me, mocking the enforcers who tried to make me slow down for safety's sake and not the laws. There were no laws on the highways. Cities, sure.
Not the highways.
Not like this one today.
I gun it.
My tires squeal, throwing up smoke as I accelerate away, into the blank horizon.
Life, for a brief moment, is good.
5.
Kat DeLuna – Whine Up
I'm moving, the only thing in the room that still is.
Oh, sure, they're dancing too, but they're all so still to me, so jerky, so not-in-tune.
Blaster I'll concede to every now and then, but he was laid up today, having gotten caught in the last battle and still recovering.
I am one with the music, they're all just decoration to me—
—except him.
He's not moving but he is, I know it doesn't make sense but I don't care. Pit, it'd probably make him glitch if I ever told him.
There's something about him that sings with the rhythm moving my frame, even if all he's doing is sitting at a table sipping energon, not even looking at me. One doorwing twitches as the music hits a particularly high note, but he doesn't move.
But he will.
Someday.
Someday we'll move together, and maybe then he'll understand exactly what I mean about making sweet music.
6.
LMFAO – Sexy And I Know It
Slag it, I hate it when he does this to me.
Polishes himself up. Struts in here, moving so every curve is so glaringly obvious, every little twitch of his attractive hips meant to entice me.
I only hate it because it's so damned effective.
He sashays in, all black and white lines, and I freeze behind my desk.
Mechs accuse me of being the interface-happy one, but they seriously have no idea. There is Prowl-everyday-polish—
And there is Prowl-wants-Jazz-to-frag-him polish.
He is very, very shiny, and my servos are immediately drawn to that shiny as soon as he's within reach, teasing across those lines I know and love and hate so well.
"Hello, Jazz," he purred.
Damned sexy mech.
7.
Cobra Starship ft. Sabi – You Make Me Feel…
What was I looking for in the first place…love? Acceptance? I'd had that. My family loved me. I had many paramours.
And still I left, just walked out the door one early orn and kept going, out of the city, out of the place I'd known since sparklinghood.
I'd kept going, doing what I could to keep myself fueled, and clean when I had to do some rather more unsavory things to keep going. Mechs don't pay for a dirty frame scraping against theirs.
It was how I found what I was looking for, actually.
I'd been courting a mech, trying to entice him, when the black and white had marched up and demanded my authorization codes. The mech scurried off right quick, leaving me to stammer. I wasn't authorized, had no business here, and the enforcer wasn't pleased.
8.
David Usher – Black Black Heart
A silver helm gently clinked against the bars.
"Aww, do ya miss yo precious Prowlie bot?" the Decepticon guarding him teased.
"Please," the silver mech whispered brokenly. "Please, bring him back. Don't hurt him. I'll give ya whatcha want. Just…please."
"How cute." The 'Con snorted. "Yu'll get 'im back when boss is done. CTO's something special, ya know."
"Please!" The silver mech curled in on himself, shuddering. "Please…look, I'll even give some of it to you, exclusively, if ya just go talk to 'em…"
"Hm?" The 'Con leaned closer, curious. "Whatcha offerin'?"
A softly humming purple blade materialized through his jaw, spearing clear up through his helm.
"Not much," Jazz whispered.
9.
Basshunter – Now You're Gone
"What the—"
The 'Con had no time to finish his sentence as his helm went spinning across the hall the next moment, his killer not even hesitating as he slid silently down the hall.
Someone screamed, a sound of pure agony.
The lithe silver mech tensed and picked up his pace, slicing through two more Cons completely unaware of his presence.
The scream came again, louder, and Jazz took a left.
The Seeker stared him down for a long moment.
Jazz raised his stained blade. "Move."
Thundercracker stepped aside, holding out his keycard as Jazz slipped by.
10.
Seether – Breakdown
The mech huddled himself on the roof, numb.
It shoulda been him on that mission, shoulda been him torn in half by Megatron—
He keened low in his vocalizer and buried his face in his arms. Why hadn't he fought harder to be placed on the AllSpark mission, why hadn't he made Prime see reason?
A soft whisper reached his audio from a vocalizer that no longer worked. Then it would be me grieving, lover. I am so sorry. I never meant to leave you like that.
But ya did, Jazz thought back, wishing desperately he could feel his lover's arms around him once again.
"It takes more than Megatron to bring me down, love."