Title: Breathe Gentle
Disclaimer:All Transformers Characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The plot, however is mine. I am in no way associated with the owners, creators or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended. The same goes for the song "Breathe Gentle" by Tiziano Ferro feat. Kelly Rowland. I make no money from this story.
Warnings: slash, character death
Pairing: Prowl/Jazz
Summary: He wishes for a second chance.
Author's Note: This chapter bothers me for some reason. I just can't figure it out. -_-;

"…" Denotes "talking"

' … ' Denotes 'thinking'


I want to give you all of me, the underneath,
want you to show me imperfection is actually love
I thought, cursed, I was cursed, destined to be lonely

As the Autobots' Military Strategist and Analyst Prowl had lived and breathed work. His skills were exceptional and he executed every task Prime had every appointed to him. He had the ability to analyze any dangerous situation and act accordingly to minimise the damage. He wasn't sociable by nature, and had often looked down on his fellow Autobots before he got blindsided by the Head of Special Operations in his full glory.


a circle in a world of squares where nobody knows me
So with every footstep I must follow the kissing moments
I thought were impossible

Jazz had made him feel different. He completed him. He was always there in his wirings; a gentle warmth residing deep within his Spark. Always pulsating and warming Prowl up with every emotion he felt. After their Separation it was hard for Prowl to concentrate. His mind was always half on the job, the other half racing after Jazz. He had sworn he'd protect Jazz from any harm possible. His Beloved was so innocent and too trusting, he needed someone like Prowl to get him in line before something bad happened to him. Jazz attracted trouble like bees did honey.


Breathe gentle, be gentle
don't leave me behind
cause love goes faster

He had been happy beyond relief after hearing Prime's voice through his communicator, though he did not show it. They had finally located their comrades. And he could finally be reunited with Jazz. He had missed his Aligned One. The spent days had been tedious and there hadn't been much to do around in space. He had seen it all after the first few light years and without having his Jazz with him it didn't seem to arouse any kind of emotion from him.


gentle, be gentle
never let me go when love goes faster
I will be gentle

He was glad to finally see Jazz again. The separating miles had dulled their Bond until he could hardly feel it anymore. He longed to envelop the other 'Bot in his embrace and just indulge in the act of hugging.

When he learned of Jazz death he just reacted. All his emotions exploded and found the perfect outlet for his anger. Afterwards he was shocked at himself for firing on a defenceless Decepticon, but his pain had been too great. It was too raw and blinding. He had welcomed the creeping darkness that enveloped him. It gave him respite from his agony.


See, photographs have only two dimensions
but love defies all logic in a picture
above all that is physical, I'm falling
Falling uncontrollably, it terrifies me, so

His internal clock was ticking away. Seconds turned to minutes, evolved into hours and days until he couldn't stand the ticking and charged up. Every shift of time reminded him of a life without Jazz. A keening sound escaped his conduct, sounding oddly like a strangled sob, before dieing out.

It felt as if he had taken Jazz for granted. In the moment that the 'Bot needed him the most he wasn't there to protect him. It was illogical and irrational thinking and completely out of character of him but Jazz changed him somehow. He had opened up his heart and dared to believe in a life filled with Love. And now that was gone. Gone like Cybertron; snuffed out like a flickering candle in the wind.


So if my compass, it fails me
and I feel I'm walking blind
don't say goodbye don't let me hide
oh please don't let me spiral

He had tried to rouse himself but the first waking moments just made his insides twist and curl until he thought someone had poured acid down his exoskeleton. Jazz was gone; there was no use in his existence. He had no purpose anymore, it was gone like Jazz. He had blocked everything out and pretended to be recharging every time Ratchet had checked up on him. The others meant well but he did not need their pity or their sympathy.


tortured by you, oh, sweet torture!
I am a pirate, love my fortune
the walls have fallen now
the key is yours to turn, I'm breathing

So he locked himself up and rewound each and every memory he and Jazz had made with each other. He considered the thousand upon thousand of memories to be sorely lacking. He felt it should have been more. They should have spent more time with each other, creating more memories to last them a lifetime.

I still feel you but I hear you loudly
screaming " Please wait for me"
'cause I don't want to hurt you
and I don't want to lose this love this time

"I'm sorry I wasn't there for you. I'm sorry I couldn't protect you from Megatron. Please. Primus, give me one more chance."

gentle, be gentle
don't leave me behind
'cause
love goes faster
I will be gentle


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