Author's Note:

Apologies for the incredibly long absence. Writer's block knocked on my door, as well as graduation year and life in general.

I've breached into the Transformers fandom again this summer, and got sucked in mercilessly. XD This is my first dabble into writing using these gentlemechs, so apologies if the characterization is off.

The Prowl x Jazz community is hoisting a Halloween challenge for thirteen prompts. I hope I can make them on time – deadline's the 31st C:

Anyways, I hope you enjoy~

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Disclaimer: I own the plot, not the mechs.

Universe: Post-2007 Movie
Warnings: Implied slash, supernatural themes, slight gore, hint at character death.

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2. Black cat

That furry little organic was back again.

It had first appeared when he had chosen to relocate himself from his office out into the inky darkness of the night, wishing for nothing more then a few minutes of quiet and the absence of a roof above his helm.

Something he found himself craving for, and consequently seeking out quite a lot these days.

It had been three nights ago when he had noticed the presence of the unknown black cat.

Jazz had liked them.

He found their habits entertaining and fascinating, at times completely devoting his attention to a stalking feline, pointing out odd little facts that made no sense at all, but had made everybody chuckle.

Called them beautiful, graceful.

Prowl hadn't harboured such warm feelings towards the felines – it must have been the uncanny resemblance they bore to Soundwave's annoyingly skilled casseticon, one that had given many of the Autobots numerous, long-lasting souvenirs of his battlelust and affection. However, his mate's cheerful explanations (coupled together with a demonstration of low purring and…slinking around and clawing the tactician's composed nature to shreds…) had somewhat softened his negative views into companionable neutrality.

However, the cat's punctual and regular appearance was just…strangely and chillingly…coincidental.

Cocking its head, the ebony cat mewled in its low, unusually raspy voice, lifting a paw to lap at an evidently sore paw.

…Jazz had liked them…

Perhaps it was the eyes of the organic creature – so strikingly different from the average feline. Not yellow, green or meddled with tints of rust and brown – but blue – brilliant, cobalt, with speckles of turquoise secrets littered across both irises.

So blue.

So blue they almost hurt to look directly into.

So blue they almost cut through the descending darkness of Earth's dusk, characteristically glowing in a painfully familiar manner.

…so blue…choking, enticing him to come and drown in them, to fall, fall, fall without any regrets, any control, because he would be caught, embraced, protected before any of them hit the ground…black, white, blue, silver, cobalt, marine, jade, blue, blue, blue…

But they were mere shards compared to the layered optics of his mate, the brightly glowing visor that revealed so little of the saboteur's face, yet said so much in its own, introspective way.

Shards…scattered, broken shards…

Prowl frowned as the cat abandoned licking at its paw, ivory canines flashing in the low light as it began to nip and tug at his wounded limb, trying to catch something embedded deep in the soft tissue.

Stifling the sigh and the sudden feedback from his logic centre, Prowl watched the animal struggle for a few more minutes before pushing himself to his pedes and approaching the cat, stopping warily as it raised its head and watched him, ears flat against its skull.

Making no indication of noticing what must have been a suspicious glare, the Autobot second in command lowered himself down next to the cat, long fingers wrapping carefully around a paw and lifting it up for inspection.

It was a shard of broken glass, dirtied and stained by the cat's blood – Prowl was surprised to see the cut wasn't badly infected.

Making a soft sound in the back of his throat, he grasped the shard and freed it, flinching a little at the angry, pained hiss of the animal.

"Shhh…" he murmured subconsciously, releasing the paw and glancing beside him before holding up the shard for inspection.

It was a dirtied and bloodstained piece of glass.

A cobalt piece of glass.

With a smooth finish around an edge…the little trademark bearing the Cybertronian marksmanship edging in…

No.

Managing to tear his gaze away, Prowl whipped his head around to see the cat standing behind him, narrowed cobalt gaze now calm and almost nonchalant.

It tail flicked in a silent invitation.

He followed.

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They had been scattered all over the field.

How they had gotten there, he had no idea – and quite frankly, right now, he didn't care for facts and accuracies of how parts of his deceased beloved's body had ended up so far away from Mission City.

White fingers brushed against the scattered shards, uncovering smaller pieces, buried into the rich-smelling, heavy earth.

The cobalt pieces glinted in the moonlight - cold, precise, knowing – familiar, soothing, seeing-

…he did always look so beautiful, silver components bathed in moonlight…

Behind him, tail curled around its body, the black cat raised his wounded paw to his mouth, cobalt eyes fixed in a distant, perhaps invisible point amongst the stars.

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