Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers in any way, shape, or form. I am a mere fan who enjoys writing fanfic.
Summary: Prowl reflects on his final moment.
Rating: T
A/N: Just a small one-shot that I began to write months ago, maybe even a year. This is sooooooo, very old. But I just now had the chance to re-write some of it. Failllll. D:
My Last Chance
Prowl had heard Jazz call to him, pleading that they would find another way. But as Prowl glanced towards his ninja peer, he saw past the false hope Jazz wore, and he offered a small, apologetic smile. In reality, they both knew what needed to be done to save Detroit, the country, and perhaps the entire Earth. Even if Jazz didn't agree with his course of action, Prowl knew he was the only one present who could call the fragments together, but not because he doubted Jazz's abilities; he was a very skilled cyber ninja.
Prowl felt that, unlike himself, Jazz had accomplished so much. He had completed training under Master Yoketron, and he was even high ranked in the Elite Guard. He would have a life to return to. Regardless if Jazz realized it or not, Prowl couldn't help but to harbor a sense of envy. What did he have left to look back on, besides the disappointment and failure in his life? He failed to avenge his master during his last encounter with Lockdown, when he wanted so badly to ease the guilt he felt when reflecting on the precious memories of his training with Yoketron; not even the upgrades he used helped him to achieve so.
"Forgive me, Jazz," Prowl whispered, knowing the other would not hear him. Forgive me, Optimus.
Prowl silently smiled at the thoughts of the Prime. He was so blind to his potential and yet, he was burden by his past regrets. Prowl had always felt a strange sense of kinship in their team's leader, since the way moment he met him. But they were as different as night and day— Optimus was open about his thoughts and feelings to any who cared to listen, but Prowl's guilt kept him in secrecy.
Forgive me, my friends. Suddenly, the memories of their rag-tag team flooded his thoughts. It also seemed that every attempt to do a good deed for them backfired horribly. Prowl's encounter with the mutated creature when the team first awoke on Earth nearly got him off-lined, helping Bulkhead release the Dinobots on that abandoned island only complicated later trips returning there, and despite the time and effort he placed into researching Sari's origins, it held no avail to reveal how or why her protoform was left there. He...had failed.
"Forgive me...Master Yoketron," Prowl murmured quietly, feeling disappointed in himself for being so weak.
That one last, apologetic glance at Jazz...Jazz's horrified expression...That was the last thing Prowl had seen, before the white flash. He had protected the present this time.