Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers.
A.N: My very first one shot fic for transformers. Parings: Jazz and Prowl.
Summary: A vorn has passed. Jazz used all the ways he knew to court Prowl but failed. So this time, he decides to use a direct approach. The direct approach.
X.X.X
"Can you please repeat that?" the mech was stunned. He dropped the cube of energon he was holding and its contents spilled on his pedes. His processor was trying to process what his audio receivers just caught the sliver mech in front of him said to him. Prowl was, like always, after his shift, got a cube of energon from the rec room and was heading back to his quarters when Jazz cornered him at the corridor.
Jazz ginned and repeated more slowly, "From today onwards, Ah'm gonna start courtin' ya." he emphasized on the word 'courting'.
Ah'm gonna start courtin' ya... Ah'm gonna start courtin' ya... Ah'm gonna start courtin' ya...
His processor kept running Jazz's words again and again. It just did not make sense to him. His processor give a "wehzzz" sound and he blacked out. Jazz, who was anticipating this, went forward to catch him. Although Prowl was slightly bigger than he was, Prowl was lighter than him. He easily carried him with his legs dangling on one of his arms, the other cradling his head to his chest. He looked at Prowl's off-lined optics and smirked. Mah dear Prowl, ya will never know what hit'cha.
-line break-
Systems rebooting.
Prowl's optics flickered a few times before it fully came online. He scanned his surroundings like he always did when he woke up from recharge. He noticed that he was on his berth in his own quarters. How did the pit did I get here...? The last thing Prowl remembered was that he was heading towards the rec room getting himself energon.
Warning: Low on energon.
Prowl got up and walked towards to the rec room for his energon. He rubbed his helm, trying to remember what happened before he went to recharge. Slag, this must be one of my random memory wipes.
He got to the rec room, grabbed a cube of energon and sat down in one corner, trying to remember what happened before he blacked out. He was an early riser. The rec room was almost empty with only a few mechs refiling before recharging. Why can't I remember?
"Yo, Prowl!" Jazz greeted as he swiftly jumped onto the seat beside him. For some reason, Prowl felt his spark flinch when Jazz sat beside him. Jazz looked at Prowl and knew his words before had an effect on him. He had been waiting for Prowl to come online so he could execute his plan. Prowl was so distracted that he did not even notice that Jazz had been following him since he came out of his quarters. He pretended to ask him, "Havin' one of yer memory wipes?" he asked. Prowl was famous for having memory wipes when his processor could not process something he thought was impossible.
"Yeah..." Prowl sighed as he swallowed the rest of his energon in his cube, crushed it and threw it in the trash bin near him. "How 'bout Ah refresh yer memory?" Jazz said seductively as he traced his hands on Prowl's smooth faceplate. Prowl froze, his optics staring at Jazz's hand. Slowly, carefully, Jazz guided Prowl's face to face him and he looked directly into his optics. "Ah'm serious 'bout what Ah've said before. Just because ya have yer memory wiped, does not stop meh from wantin' ya." he whispered into his face softly , seriously and the distance between them disappeared. Jazz's lips crushed Prowl's, making a soft 'clank' sound when their lips came into contact. Prowl felt his defense systems stop functioning. For the first time in a very long time, he actually felt safe, safe in Jazz's arms. Ever since the war with the Decepticons started, Prowl never felt safe - not with any Autobot, not any other mech. But now, a simple kiss - not just any kiss, a kiss from Jazz - made him feel safe after so, so many vorns.
When Jazz finally released Prowl, Prowl's cooling fans kicked in to prevent his systems from overheating. The image of Jazz's face so close to his kept replaying in his memory banks. Jazz saw that Prowl was in a daze and knew his approach finally worked. "Ah am done usin' the 'slow' approach. Ah got advice from Sideswipe, but since his methods won't work after a vorn, Ah'm doin' it mah way." he smirked and left Prowl stunned in the rec room.
What Jazz said to him a joor ago surfaced in Prowl's memory banks:
"From today onwards, Ah'm gonna start courtin' ya"
But why me?
After a breem, Prowl finally left the rec room, his processor giving the same result: Jazz was playing a prank on him. Yes, that's it; there is no way Jazz meant what he said.
When he reached the control room, Optimus was there. He had the shift before Prowl's. "Optimus," Prowl greeted, giving the commander a nod. Optimus nodded back, getting up from his seat and went forward to pat Prowl's shoulder. "I see that has Jazz finally made his intentions clear to you," he said and walked towards the door.
Prowl's optics widened and he stopped Optimus before he could leave. "What do you mean by that?" he asked.
"Everyone in the Ark knew Jazz's affections for you. He had been so open with it and giving you hints that even Wheeljack noticed, except you." Optimus chuckled. "Jazz seems really serious this time. Think about it, old friend." He patted his shoulders once more and left him alone in the control room.
Prowl sank into the chair and begun replaying his memories of his interactions Jazz.
X.X.X
"Prowl, ya're early! Goin' to tha rec room?"
Prowl nodded without looking up from his data pad.
"Can Ah go together with ya?"
Prowl nodded again. This time, he heard Jazz whisper excitedly, "Yes!"
X.X.X
Jazz was never an early riser... but why...? Prowl asked himself as he continued looking at his memories.
X.X.X
"Prowl, ya're back! Here, Ah know ya will need this." Jazz handed him a cube of energon.
"Uh...thanks."
"No problem. It's mah pleasure." Jazz replied and Prowl noticed a faint stain on his faceplates.
X.X.X
Was Jazz blushing?
X.X.X
"Prowl!" Jazz screamed his name as he slammed the door to the med bay open.
"Jazz? Why are you here?" Prowl asked, he lifting his head to look at a worried Jazz as his body could not move.
"Aa heard ya were caught off guard by Decepticons... so Ah came..." Jazz sighed in relieve. "Where's Ratchet?"
"Yeah, but we managed to ditch them. Ratchet is in the other bay looking at Bluestreak." upon hearing that, Jazz came forward and gave Prowl a squeeze. "Ah'm so glad ya're alright." he whispered.
X.X.X
Why didn't I notice all these actions before...?
"Prowler?" Jazz voice disrupted his thoughts. He turned his chair and saw Jazz sticking his head into the control room. "Are ya alone?" he asked. Prowl nodded and Jazz grinned, coming into the control room and closing the door behind him. When Prowl heard a 'click' sound, he knew that Jazz locked the door and he panicked a little, spark skipping a beat.
"What are you doing?" Prowl asked, voice shaky.
Jazz shrugged and his optics roamed all over the room. "Ah am off duty so Ah came lookin' fer ya." he smirked and approached Prowl. He pushed him and the chair backwards and it hit the table of controls. To prevent Prowl from getting away, he put both of his hands by the side, locking him in.
"Prowler..." he whispered softly, "Ah need ta know if ya feel the same way Ah do." He lifted one of his hands and cupped Prowl's face. "A vorn. It's been a vorn. Ah know it's short but mah spark has been longin' fer ya longer than a vorn. Ah courted ya usin' any way I knew how and even asked Sideswipe fer advice. But ya never say or show anythin' in return. Mah spark longed for ya so much that it started ta hurt. Ah need ta know how ya feel." Jazz said, so gently and softly that Prowl's spark hurt. Jazz sounded so unsure and hurt. When Jazz used his bright blue optics to look at Prowl, Prowl took a deep breath and said, "I...I enjoyed your company. I'm sorry that I did not notice your affections before. But the...the kiss just now- your kiss made me feel safe, safe after so many vorns. I don't hate it." Prowl finished what he wanted to say and it left Jazz frozen, not believing what he heard.
Prowl saw Jazz frozen so he reached out and held his hand, giving it a squeeze. "Jazz?" Then suddenly, Jazz crushed his lips against Prowl's and his hands wrapped around his waist. Prowl hesitated at first but then he wrapped his hands around Jazz's neck, pulling him closer. When Jazz suddenly broke their kiss, Prowl hissed. He had been enjoying it!
"Ah'm so glad right now... Can ya feel mah spark?" Jazz asked as he took Prowl's hand and placed it above his chest armor, where his spark laid within. "It's so warm..." Prowl said as he buried his head in his chest.
"Prowl..." Jazz cupped his face and was pulling him for another kiss but a voice stopped him.
"Go back to your quarters if you want to make out" Sideswipe yelled evilly outside the control room.
"How did he...!" Prowl pushed Jazz off him and turned his chair. He saw the broadcast button shining. "Jazz!" Prowl's face plated went up a degree, "You switched on the broadcast button!" Jazz shrugged as he walked towards the door. When he was about to leave, "Now the whole Ark knows ya belong to meh." He smirked and winked at him before closing the door.
"Jazz!"
A.N: Well, this is my very first finished transformers fic. I got one more but I'm still working on it but it does not seemed to be going to be done anytime soon. My sister had been crazy about Jazz and Prowl fic so I had this random idea. All of Jazz's speeches were done by my sister. I had it all written in proper English then my sister translate it into Jazz's language. =p
If I got really good reviews, I might just write another one shot continuing this. So please review. =)