AN: Hi there! Well I figured I'd get this up here and see how far I get with it. Ha-ha. This is just a little idea I had. Just be warned that it's gonna contain slash and fluff. So yea.
Disclaimer: I don't own transformers.
The light is bright, almost blindingly so. I shutter my optics rapidly, regaining my vision. It's ht under these lights, excruciatingly so. The knowledge of what I'm here is weighing heavy on my mind. The interviewer sits down next to me and introduces himself. I shake his servo,
"It's nice to meet you."
"Likewise, so Prowl sir, are you ready to begin the interview?" I take a deep draught of air, and then nod my head.
"Alright," He tells me, reading from a teleprompter, "First we'd like you to introduce yourself and tell us what you're here to talk to us about."
"My name is Prowl. I'm here to answer any questions about myself or my deceased bonded, Jazz." I hold back a grimace at the reminder that my beautiful Jazz is no longer with me. The mech smiles at me and continues.
"Yes it's been what, 13 years since that terrible day?"
"Eighteen actually, our son, Rhythm, is 25 now."
"Oh." He chuckles. "My apologies, you must be ready to get back out there then." He smiles one of those smiles, the kind where you can tell the bot means no good.
"What do you mean?"
"Oh you know, ready to get back on the market." My optics widen with understanding and shock. But the shock doesn't last long. It morphs into a blinding fury and I react before I can stop myself. Standing up as straight as I can and flaring my doorwings I shout,
"Of course not! How could you ask such a thing? Me? Forget about Jazz and throw myself into the arms of another?" I scoff at that thought. "I would never do that! Jazz…Jazz was my most precious thing, my world! To me the sun set and rose with him. I could never replace him." I'm blinking back tears now. Overcome with the emotions that only Jazz can inflict in me. Dipping my head down I use the shadows to hide my face and my tears before I softly say, "I had a sparkling with that mech, I bonded to that mech. I would have given up my life for him, how cold I entertain the thought of sharing myself with another, when I could never give them as much love as I do for him? My spark will always be his, so it would be pointless for me to pursue another."
Calming myself I sit back down and wipe my tears from my face. I sigh and glance up at the young bot. He just stares at me open mouthed, obviously unable to understand the extent of my feelings for my departed bondmate. A soft smile graces my faceplates and I can't help but chuckle, "You're too young to understand what I'm talking about. We live for a vast amount of years much longer than beings from any other planet. That gives us and infinite amount of time to learn things. Even though we take for granted the time given to us. But let me tell you this, if I've learned anything all the years, it's that if you can love then you can never be beaten."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean that love is something that can never be taken away from you. You can lose those you love but your love for them and their love for you will never fade." The young mech exhales a long drought of air and collapses back into his seat. A look of understanding crosses his face and he looks at me in awe. I sigh then look at the picture of Jazz they have presented on the wall behind me.
"He may be gone but I can still feel his love for me pulsing in my spark." I place a servo over said spark and sigh emptily. It always hurts me to speak of Jazz, though I tell our son all about him constantly.
"You're an amazing mech sir." I look back to the young bot.
"Thank you but I'm sure that isn't true. I just think about things more than others."
That's when my son decides to turn off the TV, ending the interview and breaking me out of my reverie. He's laughing hard, hard headed as he is didn't learn a thing from that interview. A trait he gained from his mother. He finally tones his laughing down to small giggles and says, "I can't believe you said that on national television! Ha-ha! You're such a sap dad."
"Are you insinuating that my love for your mother is not as strong as I claim it to be? Or are you insulting the fact that I love your mother so much that even eighteen years after his death I am not willing to find a new partner? Which, by the way, I will never be willing to do.
"Nah it's not that dad. It's just now-a-days bots don't really care about all that lovey-dovey junk. When bots watch interviews like that they want juicy secrets, weird habits, ya know interesting stuff like that. No bot cares about how much you love two loved each other. That's all I'm sayin." I can't help but be reminded of how a like he is to Jazz. Of course it isn't surprising, after all Jazz did carry him. He was always closer to our son than me. I shake my head and chuckle.
"You sound just like your mother. I remember this one interview we had a few years before we got bonded. The interviewer had asked me if I really did love Jazz and if so, then how much and why. So I told him. After words Jazz came up to me and said "Aww prowler, ya don' need ta do that no more." When I asked him why he said, "Cuz bots like it betta when ya say, 'cuz he's real kinky in the berth' or sumthin like that. They don' like that lovey-dovey stuff. Ah know ya love me Prowler but mah fans don' care about it." I was shocked and appalled by the fact that he didn't want me to tell bots how much I loved him. But still I kept quiet about them from then on." I glance up at him. Only to find that he's not even in the room anymore. I look around for him and find him messing around in the kitchen. "You didn't listen to my story." I tell him, more than a little bit hurt.
"Dad you've told me that story like two hundred times. I don't think I needed to hear it another time." He opens a cabinet and pulls out a cube of high grade, which I take from him and pour out the window.
"Well even if I have told you several times before, you should've listened. It's not polite to leave when someone is talking." I laugh at his reaction to my confiscating his choice of drink.
"Dad! Why'd you do that? I was gonna drink it!" Again he reminds me of Jazz. I smile and pat his cheek.
"Because son, just because." He scowls at me and grabs a cube of regular grade energon. He then heads back to the living room. I follow him and watch amused as his flops down on the couch and turns our TV back on, quickly switching a music channel.
"Yea well please don' do that when Zesty gets here. Ok." I laugh and sit back down in my chair, faining sincerity I reply,
"Of course son, when your interest of the week gets here I'll be sure to hold my tongue." He shoots me a glare and snorts. I laugh again and lean back in my chair. Just taking in the comforting and relaxing feeling I get whenever my son is around. I look at my son and take in his appearance. His jaw is firmly set like mine, his lips are full and plump like his mothers, his nose is sharp and not too long or short, he optics are big and oval shaped, their sapphire blue complementing the navy and silver coloring of his face. His face is heart shaped and his helm is adorned with black horns, something from Jazz. He's as tall as me and not burdened with accursed doorwings. His chest is nicely rounded, but has clear plates, something that I've tried to get him to get rid of only to be ignored. Navy blue and silver grace his frame, where the blue came from I have no idea but it looks nice on him. All in all it's clear who his parents are, what with the similarities to our frames.
Again my thoughts are interrupted. This time by the door chiming, alerting us to the arrival of Rhythms latest "lover". He jumps up and rushes to the door exclaiming wildly, "Zesty ya here! Finally, I was startin' to wonder if you'd ever show up!" He must have embraced the bot or something because quiet giggles reach my audios.
"Of course I'm here Rhythm, why would I pass up free food?" They laugh then and I stop mid-way through the process of getting out of my chair. I can't help it, that voice it's just too familiar. I know I've heard it somewhere before.
"C'mon in, dad's in the living room." I hear their footsteps and Rhythm introducing us but they don't register. I'm too focused on figuring our where I've heard that voice before. "Uh ya ok Dad?" My son asks me, waving a servo in front of my optics, snapping me out of my trance. I stand up and reply,
"Yes, yes I'm fine. Just got lost in thought. Uh, would you mind introducing us again son?" He shakes his head at me and points to somewhere behind me. I turn around as he once again introduces us.
"Dad this is Zesty, Zesty this is Dad."
"Well actually my name is Prowl, I'd prefer it if you'd call me that."
"Of course sir. My name's Brio, but you can call me Zesty if you'd like. Every other bot does." He reaches out a servo to shake my hand and I choose that moment to look at him. I stare in shocked silence unable to move, think, or speak as I lay optics on him.
"Dad? Ain't ya gonna shake his hand? Thought you like'd bein polite." Rhythm's words go in one audio and out the other. They never register to me in my shocked state, but they break me out of it enough that I can get out,
"N…no, it…it can't be. It just can't be. He's…you're…you're dead." I take a step back, trying to get some distance between me and that small mech. I start to shake my head in denial and start to feel the beginning of a crash. "It's impossible I…I….I saw you that day wi…with energon streaking your frame and…and a hole in your chest. You can't be here, alive. You just can't be."
"Dad what are you talking about?"
"Rhythm I think he's having some sort of break down, maybe we should take him to a medic."
"No, no he's fine." I let out a small hysterical laugh and stiffen up, preparing for the inevitable crash that is quickly taking over my systems. Right before my systems full crash and I enter stasis I manage to force out,
"You just can't be here Jazz."
AN: Ok so review please! If you have any questions just ask me. I'll be more than happy to answer. :) I'm sorry if Prowl is a bit out of character this is my first time writing about him. I hope you all like it so far!