Disclaimer: Don't own Transformers…
Warnings: Unbetaed. None really other than slash, but that was to be expected.
Pairing(s): Jazz/Prowl and implied future Sunstreaker/Bluestreak.
AN: Eikuu Hyo, I'm sorry that I haven't gotten around to writing a Red Alert centered ficlet yet but this just happened to be one I'd had half done for a while and just wanted to get out of my to do pile- at least it has a brief scene with Red Alert though. I'll probably start the Red Alert ficlet in a day or so. Thank you for having reviewed before. Please enjoy!
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Prompt- Wolves
Head high on alert, legs stiff and ready to flee at a moment's notice, Bluestreak's keen optics scanned the great expanse of energon field laid out below the alloy cliffs, vents flaring with steady streams of air as he tried to detect the faintest scent shift in the wind. His entire frame stock-still, silent and inert with a distressing suspense, occasionally glancing about over the grazing herd under his watch. He was on the look out for the cyberwolf packs that now roamed the crystal forest naught but a few kilometers from their energon pastures. It was the season the wolves returned to their territory.
A soft clicking called out over the herd and many more rose to answer it.
Bluestreak watched with interest as his carrier, Prowl, strode silently through the great mass of praxian frames, occasionally stopping to survey to doings of a fellow herd member, be it the chevron rutting of the young future sires or the tender cares of a carrier to their sparkling. The black and white frame of his parental unit was proud and strong, glowing with the combination of fresh pastures to graze and the promise of the dominant sire's return to once more spark the ready carriers.
Prowl would most certainly be Smokescreen's first choice given Prowl's fit condition and capabilities as a doting carrier. Bluestreak was testament to that.
The screeching cries of the ever-reliable Red Alert as he bolted into the safety of his bolthole drew Bluestreak's attention back to direction or the forest just beyond the steep hillside to his right. He stiffened and tensed at the sight that greeted him.
Three cyberwolves, one adult and two young ones he'd never before seen had been beginning to form a hunting formation around the herd, so silently that he had failed to notice the approaching danger himself. Luckily though, the young ones, twins he believed, had seen Red Alert at his burrow's entrance and had immediately went to investigate the small prairiebot. Needless to say, Red Alert was not pleased and was now throwing mineral sentiments into the young cyberwolf's faces as he dug further into his tunnel to escape them (Though he probably already had the deepest, longest bolt holes of any prairiebot in the region even though he had chosen to be solitary.).
Heedless to all that, Bluestreak turned back to the still oblivious herd and gave a frantic warning call out over the fields, himself bolting for the safety of the herd as fast as his legs could carry him. His vents were working at full capacity to insure that his systems were prepared to bolt for his life and various chemicals were pumping into his systems, surging him forward in a desperate bid for survival.
A howl sent frigid chills running down his spinal cord and he moved faster, spurred on by the promise of death. He did not look back, did not slow for an instance, only darted straight into the mists of the fleeing herd and shoved his way towards the middle, screaming illegible words of panic as he went. The howling was getting louder.
Bluestreak could hear the energon rushing to his audio receptors, sharpening his hearing, to his sensors, intensifying the sensations his doorwings could pick up, and limbs, pushing him forward. Screams were erupting all around him and he knew the wolves were getting closer, moving in for the kill. His spark nearly gave out when he caught scent of the wolves right behind the herd.
Suddenly, the cyberwolves turned sharply to the left and began pulling together into full pack formation, no doubt getting lined up for the kill chase. For an instant, Bluestreak glanced back towards the retreating wolves against his better judgment, wanting to see which unlucky spark had been too close to the edge of the herd and had been targeted.
His spark stopped for a brief moment and he froze in his tracks.
The young praxian watched in horror as his creator sprang from left to right, making sharp turns and mad dashes, crisscrossing and weaving with the same elegance he's always had; even smacking one of the younger wolves in the face with his ped as he was making a sharp corner. His footwork was precise, beautiful, perfect, but no matter how fast and agile he was, no matter that he had managed to shake two of the wolves and leave them in his wake, there was that one wolf he could not shake; the pack leader…
Jazz.
They battled it out, speed and agility vs. speed and agility, Jazz speeding up and pouncing for the smaller bot, Prowl dashing to the side at the last second, throwing off the predator before he could grab hold of him. A life and death struggle, raw.
A misstep. For one horrifying moment in which time seemed to slow and the world closed into one lone moment of clarity, Bluestreak watched as his creator's face contorted into an unfathomable shock and watched helplessly as the very creator that had nurtured and protected him from activation took his first fall.
Miraculously, the pursuing cyberwolf had stumbled at the exact same moment as his creator and had fallen flat on his face in a rather ungraceful heap. But the others were closing in, and Prowl's leg had been twisted in the fall.
It was not possible, not to Bluestreak, it simply was not possible that Prowl was about to…die.
A scream tore itself through Bluestreak's vocalizer as he watched the twin wolves launch at the felled praxian, claws outstretched and fanged jaws bared open, ready to rip into their victim's energon lines. Bluestreak, unable to stop himself, sprinted towards the scene on shaking legs, screaming the whole way, dread like a cold poison in his spark.
His creator was about to deactivate. He would be eaten alive and suffer a slow, painful deactivation. He would be alone.
Bluestreak was not fast enough to get to his creator, he was too far away, and there was nothing he could do even if he could reach him. He knew this, he'd known from the time he was first brought online that there was nothing he could do to change the natural order of things, but he just didn't care, couldn't comprehend a life without his creator to watch over him. And it was in that final moment when all hope seemed lost that the most unexpected thing happened, and Bluestreak was shocked into motionlessness at the sight.
Jazz, the pack leader and the very cyberwolf whom had worked so hard and so determinedly to capture the praxian was now standing over that very fallen bot and growling menacingly at twins, fangs bared and claws pawing threateningly into the ground. The twins had immediately backed off but were still too hyped up from the chase to back down completely. They watched on with great anticipation and impatience typical to their youth, waiting to see what their leader would do.
Seemingly satisfied that the two younger bots would not challenge him in this, Jazz slowly backed off from the praxian, sitting on his back struts and studying the motionless form lying before him. He watched with great anticipation as the praxian finally managed to grasp the situation and push his upper body up from the ground, returning that intense stare.
Bluestreak waited with baited intakes, frame tense.
Without warning the wolf thrust his helm forward in a laugh and gently touched his forehead to that of Prowl's, smiling softly. "Ah finally got ya, Prowler." He hummed softly, giving a warning growl when the red colored twin started to inch in for a closer look, all the twin's previous hostility now replaced with a finely acute curiosity.
Bluestreak's mouth slowly dropped open in utter incredulity as his creator simply rose to his feet with that ever-present elegance and gave the wolf a small, knowing smile. "So you have, Jazz." He tilted his helm a bit, studying the wolves behind the pack leader. "And these are the infamous twin terrors the other herds have been so spooked by."
The twin wolves perked up in curiosity and slight annoyance at being addressed so casually by their potential prey idem. It made their helms ache.
Jazz seemed to beam at that. "The ones an' only." He bragged shamelessly, puffing out in a display of pride, pleased by the rather impressed look that flitted across Prowl's face.
"I see." Prowl sighed. "But unfortunately I cannot stay long." He gestured to where he knew Bluestreak was standing just off to the side, stunned into silence. "My young one must be traumatized by these turn of events. I never did tell him about our agreement." He sounded regretful for that, or as regretful as he could sound while schooling his voice.
Both of the wolf's optic ridges hiked up, before he burst into laugher. "Poor kid."
Now Bluestreak was really, really confused.
Without pause, the wolf continued. "Though ah kinda get the appeal. Ah still haven't told the twins 'bout the agreement either." The twins seemed to huff at that, put they were too interested in the happenings to interfere. Sunstreaker did growl though.
Prowl nodded before totting away with a confident stride, though there was just the slightest limp. He cast one final glance back. "I look forward to seeing you soon, Jazz." Jazz's engines roared at those words, completely startling the two younger wolves and causing Bluestreak to jump, almost hitting his creator in the process.
Prowl didn't even react. He'd been expecting that reaction. It always came.
Just as Prowl was about to pass him by Bluestreak suddenly burst into a flurry of words. "Oh, are you alright, creator? Do you need me to help you back to the herd? Do you-"
Prowl cut him off with a gentle nudge. "What do you know about interspecies bonding?"
Bluestreak tilted his helm in bafflement, optics flashing his confusion at such a strange question. "Interspecies bond-" Then the meaning caught up with him. His entire frame froze, his optics wide. "You mean you and the wolf- you two are really- but how is that even possible? I mean- I mean-me-I-we-"
Prowl just smiled softly, leaning in close to his creation and allowing him to push into the warmth of his side, confused and shaken. "You know, Bluestreak." Prowl said gently, giving an affectionate lick to his not so little one's helm. "That yellow one seems curious about interspecies bonding as well." Bluestreak's helm snapped to attention at that, casting a startled glance back towards where the wolves where sharing in conversation, the larger one, Jazz, explaining something to the twins.
Just as his creator had said the yellow cyberwolf was casting brief, sideways glances towards him with a little less malice than should be present in a predator when in the presence of its prey. Bluestreak shivered but blushed when the two locked optics, holding the gaze steadily.
The yellow wolf shuttered an optic at him and the young praxian turned to his creator with anxious optics. "He's scary and looking at me and making me feel uncomfortable!" He babbled franticly, doing his best to ignore the wolf's stare, even as they passed out of the wolves' sight.
The older bot just shook his helm and smiled a little wider. "Maybe I should tell you about how your sire and I met?"
Bluestreak stiffened dangerously at those words. "My si-si-sire-re?" And he fell to the ground, out cold and motionless, having been unable to cope with the sudden shock of it all.
Prowl vented softly and laid down beside his fallen creation in the soft energon fields, rubbing his helm and doorwings affectionately. "Yeah, that was my reaction too."
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