A/N: Well...here's chapter 2! I hope you enjoy!
Title: Stereo Hearts
Rating: T (rating will go up for puposes)
Summary: Jazz loves Prowl and Prowl loves Jazz...but what conflicts will arise if they keep their secret love from each other?
**Warning: Nothing really, well not now anyway. Well, I do hope you like it because I was up 'till 1 a.m. writing this. Read, enjoy, comment!
Wake up Here I go
Cram it all down my throat
Stomach's so full that I wish I could choke
7 A.M. my head's
Already in a spin
Prowl looked at the door. Did that really just happen? He asked himself. Yes, yes it did. He turned his bewilderment to the top of the desk. He couldn't help but smile as big as Jazz. His blue optics brightened as if he were over energized. If he ran into someone while going to meet Jazz at the entrance of the Ark, someone would have their suspicions if they saw his optics now.
A small thump to the floor pulled Prowl out of this thoughts. He looked to his servos and then to the floor; the datapad that he was wielding had fallen out of his loose grasp. Prowl hadn't even realized that he was holding the datapad.
Prowl dropped down onto his knees and picked up his datapad, only to bump his head on the way back up to his previous position. "...Slag..." He muttered rubbing his head. The dent wasn't as big as the dents that Ratchet left when you pissed the medic off.
Quickly brushing off the stunned feeling and pulling himself back into reality, Prowl sat down in his chair at his desk, cleared his vocalizer, and got into the nitty-gritty detail on the datapad. He'd save his enthusiasm behind his mask when he went out with Jazz tonight.
As soon as I'm out that door
Bam
It hits me like a ton of those red bricks
Can't dig myself out of this highest ditch
This madness
Jazz was humming again; his radio blasting within his processor and bouncing on his heels down the hall. His optics were shuttered as he used his sensors to guide him to his quarters once again. He chose to freshen up for his date tonight with Prowl. Whether Prowl knew Jazz had just asked him out for a date or not, Jazz counted it as one.
Once he reached his quarters door, Jazz opened his optics open to type in the code that would allow him access and then shuttered his optics again. Not even realizing that the door hadn't slid open yet, Jazz bounced forward. BAM!
Falling back on his aft, Jazz looked up to see that his door was now open for his use. Chuckling to himself for his silly behavior and his feelings clouding his actions, Jazz bounced in and headed to his private wash racks.
I swear sometimes
I can't tell which way is up, which way is down
It's all up in my face need to push it away
Somebody push it away
So all that I can hear
Is a simple song
Sing along now
La la la la la
La la la la
La la la la la
La la la la
"Ugh, again?" Prowl scowled at the datapad. No wonder Ironhide was chasing after the Twins with murder written in his intentions. They had pulled yet another prank upon the weapons specialist. Changing the ammunition in his cannons once again with a small little banner that said 'Bang!' when he shot it. How in Primus name were thay able to accomplish that?
He shook his helm and sighed in frustration. Sometimes those Twins are such a nuisance. Wait, sometimes? Prowl thought to himself. As much as he cared for the 'bots on this team, sometimes he either wanted to strangle them all or block them out. Obviously he has only acted upon the second choice.
Sighing again, Prowl sat back in his chair and set aside his datapad. Looking at the time on his chronometer, Prowl just about fell out of his chair. It was 7:55 now. If he didn't lock up and organize now, he'd miss Jazz. Standing up and straightening up his office: datapads in neat stacks of read and have-to-read, chair pushed firmly beneath the desk, and pens put away in their correct area, Prowl headed out to meet the saboteur at the entrance of the Ark.
Mid day sun beatin' on the concrete
Burnin' up my feet
Too many cars on the street
The noise, the red, the green
Makes me wanna scream
The moon above was casting its weary glance upon the dusty earth. The wind whispering secrets that no one could hear or even utter across the land. The stars above watched as the cacti slept and the residents of the earth moving in their vehicles. They even stared back at the familiar blue visor that had passed them on his arrival here.
Jazz had his back answering whichever mech walked towards him, seeking his company and companionship. He continued to stare out into the desert that the Ark had landed in, watched as each passing klik promised the arrival of his date tonight.
Prowl walked down the hall, finally spying the familiar black and white frame of the TIC. His helm set at an angle towards the sky and his sleek canopy fracturing the lights above into the optics of the tactician.
Walking up to the saboteur, Prowl stood beside him, staring up into the stars as well.
"Beautiful aren t they? Which one do you suppose is Cybertron?" Prowl asked, gazing into the secret holder of the visor.
Jazz smiled, tearing his gaze from the stars and to the beautiful mech beside him. "Hey, Prowler! Yeah," Almost as beautiful as you are they are. "Ah don' know. Ah'm sure tha we'll find out...some day." Jazz grinned back, resuming his stare back to the stars. He took one last glance before looking back to Prowl. "Ya ready ta go?"
Prowl nodded and transformed into vehicular mode, revving the engine into an affirming answer. Jazz followed and soon revved his engine in response.
Soon, the pair set out for their journey together beneath the watching moon and stars. Conversation was small, both nervous of being with their sparks desire. They were content with being in the silence; their optical sensors more focused on the beauty that the night held and their destination that had yet to be revealed by both. It wasn't a secret that Hound was graced with seeing the beauty in the earth s surface; both officers now saw as to why he held such admiration to the planet. It purely was beautiful when urgent calls or the Decepticons perpetual attacks weren't initiated, beauty of the planet was truly seen.
Now it's bumper on bumper on bumper horn's honkin'
Nobody's lookin' but everybody's talkin'
Just another day
On this highway
"Jazz, did you finish your duties today?" Prowl asked. Both of the officers sat in bipedal mode, leaning back on their servos in the lush green grass that was now covered with the night's shadow. The ledge housed their weight above the billowing evergreens below.
"Aww, Prowler. Ya should have more faith in meh than tha'." Jazz chuckled back.
Prowl stared back but decided there was no use arguing with the music loving 'bot. "I'm just asking. It seems you brush off your duties...I only ask for the sake of my authority."
"Well, if ya mus know, yeah, Ah did finish meh duties today." Jazz chuckled. He shook his helm and stared back tersely before looking back to the stars. "Half tha time Ah brush off meh duties is due to tha insane acts of tha crazy 'bots on tha Ark." Jazz remarked, his tone full of seriousness.
Prowl looked back. Jazz stared at the sky like he did; only something was amiss of the saboteur. His inevitable grin usually printed upon his face plate, now swiped and there stood a line of his lip componets; his face weary and full of tones that usually matched that of Prowl. Jazz was being serious about the crew. No doubt that he loved the crew, which he did with his entire spark. But, was it true that Jazz felt that of Prowl every now and then?
Prowl pulled his gaze from the trees below. He looked to his left to see Jazz pulling his gaze from the stars again to glare back. Prowl's gaze was searching for signs that Jazz was truly telling the truth.
"Are you serious?" Prowl asked, vigilance in his stoic tone.
"Yeah; don' get meh wrong, I love tha crew, it's jus tha' sometimes, they drive meh crazy and Ah jus' wanna get away. This is usually where Ah come to when Ah need to catch a break." He shrugged his shoulder plates.
Jazz looked back to Prowl, seeking the vigilance that Prowl's question demonstrated. He was finding that Prowl truly complied with Jazz's statement. Jazz knew that Prowl would stress himself out with the chaos that the crew brought. There were some members that truly irked the tactician to no end, example: the Twins, Sideswipe and Sunstreaker. Others he found, a little too irritating such as a pessimistic Huffer, a noble attitude such as Mirage, or merely the explosions of Wheeljack. Sometimes even the wrench throwing antics of Ratchet got beneath his plating and picked at his circuits.
I swear sometimes
I can't tell which way is up, which way is down
It's all up in my face need to push it away
Somebody push it away 'cause all I wanna hear
Is a simple song
Sing along now
La la la la la
La la la la
La la la la la
La la la la
"I understand where you are coming from. Some of the crew has much to learn about patience or even to follow such orders. There are times where I need to get away. Some of which my quarters or even office cannot block out. There are times where I wish to go into battle with the Decepticons more than face yet another day with the crew.
"However, my care and proceeding harsh judgment towards them shows just how much they matter to me. Their safety and crazy antics is what keeps me living each and every orn, and what I will leave behind when Primus deems me my time." Prowl responded.
Jazz stared back, he nodded and he too found himself agreeing to Prowl's word. "Ah understand ya perfec'ly. Ah won' say names, but there are some of tha crew that could use some help. But their sparks are in tha righ' place." Jazz responded.
"Ah do enjoy some of tha crew though. Many of which are fun to hang 'round with. Blaster and tha Twins aren't tha bad." Neither are you.
"I personally could live without the Twins antics but I suppose I agree, they are not that bad." Prowl replied.
Jazz saw the glimmer of hope in the optics of the other. Jazz sought out the perfect time to tell Prowl just what exactly had been on his mind, how he felt about him. Perhaps Prowl would take the feeling into consideration and equal the odds with shared feelings; would he though? Jazz knew the answer to that, but that would require asking Prowl his secret...did he have to courage? Jazz always told himself that he could do anything because he had the courage, the bravery, the spark to follow through did this count too?
Sing along now
La la la la la
La la la la
Sing along
La la la la la
La la la la
Jazz's spark thrummed with anticipation, determination, and desperation. He wondered what Prowl felt for him. He wanted to ask, but, something held him back. Just what exactly held him back; his nerves, the negative part of his processor, the fear of being rejected? All applied to what he felt now.
"Prowl...Ah..." Jazz started, only to shut his mouth after starting. His fear boiling up within him and caused his nerves to scream 'no, no, no! Don't ask, you'll only be rejected!'
What I'd give
To turn it off
And make it stop, make it stop
You gotta make it stop
So all that I can hear
Is a simple song
Sing along now
La la la la la
La la la la
La la la la la
La la la la
Prowl noticed Jazz struggle with his words, his glossa getting tongue tied if you will. He looked at Jazz's feebleness. He wondered what could possibly be racing through Jazz's processor. What question or statement could possibly be tangled in Jazz's words? Prowl decided he'd figure it out when Jazz spoke of it.
"Prowl...um..."
"Yes, Jazz?" He prodded, hoping to gather Jazz's words into a straight line and in working order.
Jazz decided against his better judgment to be blunt about his question and hold his glossa. He went along with a miscellaneous and a meaningless question instead.
"What did tha Twins do ta piss off ol' 'Hide?" Jazz knew the answer to that one, Sideswipe let Jazz know before him and his twin did the action that just about got their afts blown off.
Prowl stared at Jazz: he faltered his question. "Um they replaced his ammunition with-"
::Prowl,::
::Jazz,::
Both Prowl and Jazz's comm. links went off at the same time; Optimus's deep baritone voice echoing throughout the communication.
::There is an emergency officer meeting in about 5 nonokliks. Please be present,::
"Well, we better get going to the meeting before Red Alert has a fit." Prowl said standing up and then transforming.
Jazz nodded before following through with Prowl's actions. Soon after, the two drove off towards the Ark without a single word or communication lingering between them.
La la la la la
La la la la
La la la la la
La la la la
Maybe I'll get my chance next time...Jazz thought. He kicked up his power and drove next to Prowl a little a head of him.
**A/N: I forgot to mention that last song was 'Stereo Hearts' by Gym Class Heroes ft. Adam Levine, this song is 'Simple Song' by Miley Cyrus. Okay that's it. The next chapter will be up soon, so for now, hang tight :)