Warning:
Slash, swearing, and hints of rape.
disclaimer: I don't own transformers i just hurt them
Midnight Dark: Chapter 3:
Prowl would not look Jazz in the optics, he was so ashamed about what he had found out. He couldn't let Jazz know, he would be disgusted, he would hate him. Smokescreen, being the supportive and loving elder brother he is, stayed by his side. He was always there, even when: he screamed though the night; cried like an overly frighten sparkling stayed trapped in one his nightmares and reacted violently to his brother trying to wake him; all the times he purged and told him just to end his life. Yes, ever strong Smokescreen. But Jazz could not know. But Prowl needed him to stay with him.
Smokescreen guided his brother into the med-bay, Jazz had left their side a few corridors back, to which he was glad. For the news they were about to receive, which he was 86.3% confident he was right about, he was not sure how the fellow black and white would react. They didn't have to wait long before two blurs zoomed past them and straight under one of the berths, and Ratchet following with a wrench in his hand.
"Sunstreaker! Sideswipe! Get out of there now!" The only reply he got were two pairs of blue glowing optics narrowing. "I said NOW! Or so help me Primus, I'll take your paints and video games! I'm going to count to three… one…two….two and a half…" Slowly the two younglings crawled out of their hiding place. The red youngling had a 'This-is-me-trying-to-be-innocent.' smile, that was just to devious to actually pull of that trick. The golden yellow youngling was pouting ever so slightly (not that anyone would tell him that…to his face.) and a dark scowl across his features. They came to stand in front of Ratchet who had his fist balled on his hips glared down at the younglings.
"What do you have to say for yourselves? Hmmm, Sunstreaker?" The golden one glared back defiantly, before pointing at his brother.
"It was that glitch invested idiots fault! I told him it was a bloody stupid idea, but there was no way in hell I was going to let him loose with my paints! Do you know how bad he is at art? There was no way I was going to let him do an artistic prank, when there is nothing artistic about him! If he does a prank he should at least do it with class!"
"Enough Sunstreaker! Your paints will be confiscated for a cycle! And you will help your brother clean up the mess you created!"
"A whole cycle! That is so unfair!" whilst Sunstreaker continued to rant about the unfairness about the whole situation, Sideswipe was taking hesitate steps away form the two fuming mechs hoping to escape the punishments. He stopped his movements when Ratchet threaten to make it two cycles, which just made his twin fume more. Glad his twin was distracting Ratchet, he was so close to the door so close to freedom.
"Hold it right there Sideswipe!" Busted. "Where do you think you are going?"
"To…um…start with the cleaning. The quicker I get it done, the sooner I can think on my actions and what wrong I have done." He smiled unrepentantly at the medic, who was immune to such things.
"You are to help clean up the mess, and your video games are to be confiscated for two Cycles! Now out!"
"Awwwww, but…."
"OUT!" and they ran for it.
It was then Ratchet turned to the brothers, their optics were wide and curious. He signed, he loved his twins, but they were a handful. Sideswipe was to curious for his own good, and Sunstreaker seemed to have the anger problems bigger that him and Ironhide combined! But they had good sparks. Prowl watched the twins go with sad longing in his optics, oh how he wished for those days back. So he could be carefree and happy, not a care n the world. But now he realised how cold and cruel the world really is, and more than ever he felt scared and alone.
"Right, after looking over the scans you brother sent me, I'm afraid to tell you he was right in his assumptions. The only decision you have to make now Prowl, is whether or not you would like to keep the sparkling?"
Nothing would be the same again.
Prowl didn't know where he was going, he ignore the calls from Ratchet to come back, he walked numbly though the base. He thoughts crashed against his emotions, it was making his head hurt. The corridor was starting to feel unbearable, he started to feel like he was suffocating. Then the panic set in, he was drowning, he needed to get out. Before his optics the world around him became dark and misty, his fear fuelled his panic. Hyperventilating , scared, and confused, Prowl ran and he didn't stop.
Mechs moved out the way when Prowl ran by in his blind panic, his emotions plastered across his faceplates matching the tears of energon and coolant. The looks of sympathy followed after him, everybody knew what had happen but none could comfort him and say they knew how it felt. Because deep down none of them the true torment that the young mech was going though. They didn't know he humiliation, the pain, how unclean you truly feel. No one understood what he as truly going though.
It was nearing the end of the recharge cycle and Jazz was just making his way back from the dancing clubs he liked to go to, nothing like some upbeat music to get the systems all revved up and loose. Out of his speakers he played a softer tunes as he floated back to base, swaying softly to the music. Lost in his music and thoughts.
Looking back on it, Jazz would never be sure how he manage to avoid hitting the mech that was laying slumped in the middle of the road, but he didn't care when he realised it was Prowl. The mech was not hurt, but the remains of his tears of his faceplates. Gently Jazz ran his hand over his faceplates wiping away the tear stains, smiling softly when Prowl leaned into the caress. Reluctantly, Jazz pulled his hand away, he wasn't allowed to touch because Prowl wasn't his to touch.
Signing heavily he picked up the mech and headed back to base, luckily hardly anyone was about, but unfortunately it meant he had no idea where Prowl's quarters were and he would take back to his. Smokescreen wasn't even helpful to his cause.
-Flashback-
:: Hey Smokey, Ah found ya brother where do ya wan' 'im? :: Jazz.
:: oh right, I had wondered where he had disappeared too. :: Smokescreen.
:: yeah well…Are you gunna come get 'im? :: Jazz.
:: I'm sure you can handle him back to his room. :: Smokescreen.
:: sure…Where the frag are they? :: Jazz.
:: where all the others are. :: Smokescreen.
:: well that's helpful.:: Jazz.
::Glad I could help, but I got a game to play now. Good luck Jazz:: Smokescreen.
-end of flashback-
So Jazz prepared for a long night of recharging on the sofa.
Prowl sat straight up from his nightmare breathing heavily, he rubbed a hand over his optics reminding himself that it was just a ream an that he was safe now. Stretching all the kinks out of his body, he surveyed the room with dimly lit optics. That when he realise he was not in his room, this one had more personal effects that Prowl just didn't keep that much; there was a huge music collection across four shelves, ranging form everything he could name; there was a desk and computer and a small sofa that had another mech curled up on it. Prowl decided that what he just told himself was a lie, he wasn't safe at all….he had been Bot knapped!
Immediately his battled computer gave him over a hundred ways to get out of here, with or without the mech on the sofa waking and attempting to stop him. However, what his battle computer hadn't anticipated was the mech soft was calling for him.
"Prowl, are you okay?" the soft musical voice could only belong to Jazz, since he had never heard a voice quite like Jazz's it was truly unique. Prowl not answering obviously concerned the other black and white since he was soon standing in front of the doorwinger, concern in his visor his hand tenderly cupping his face forcing him to look into his visor.
"Come on Prowler, had a bad dream?" Prowl bit into his bottom lip in a vain attempt to stop it from trembling, he felt torn between telling him or not. Smokescreen had encourage to speak about his dreams to help him come to terms with what he had been though, yet Prowl wasn't sure about telling Jazz, what if he walked away? Prowl wasn't sure he could handle it if Jazz walked out of his life. Almost sensing his confusion within; Jazz pulled him over to the berth where he tugged him down next to him, wrapping his arms around the doorwinged mech he sang him a lullaby that his mother used to sing to him. Prowl allowed the music to flow over him, while Jazz's singing made him relax into his arms. He shut of the optics and breathed a heavy sign, the song was encouraging and gave him hope to be strong. So he told Jazz everything, absolutely everything.
"It's okay Prowler ma 'ere, the dark days are over now. We can get though this." That was all Prowl ever needed to hear, and Jazz kept singing for him.
So stand in the rain,
Stand your ground,
Stand up when it's all crashing down.
You stand though the pain,
You won't drown,
And one day, what's lost can be found.
You stand in the rain.
A/N: Thanks to everyone that reviewed etc etc. I love you guys! Erm, not really happy with this chapter but I hope you like it!
The song at the end is 'Stand in the rain' by Superchick, it's a great song really it really kinda gave me teh idea of what Prowl might be feeling. So yeah, that's it form me! I'll update soon!
