Clutch 4
Author: Thalanee
Verse: 2 Castle-Verse (one of my AUs) and 1 Movie-Verse
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Rating: pg-13
Warnings: nothing explicit
Disclaimer: Neither Castle nor Transformers belong to me, though I sure wish they did ;P
Summary: To this day Prowl doesn't know what he did to deserve having Jazz following him around during his investigations…
Author's Notes: The first of these two snippets was requested by Bluebird Soaring. It was a perfect fit for one of the stories I'm still working on: the Castle-Verse (I'm still working on the other prompt, it's not been forgotten). I hope you like them!
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53 Timeline:
"Ya been staring at this thing all night long, haven't ya."
A cube suddenly appeared in Prowl's field of vision, blotting out the soft glow of the notice board, and tempting him with the sight and smell of every enforcers' drug of choice: a generous amount of energon enhanced with Rhodium (a substance that had a similar effect to what another species in another part of the universe not yet known to them called coffee).
Murmuring his thanks Prowl took the offered cube without taking his optics off the board and sipped at it. The enforcer was so intent on his task that he didn't notice the writer's visor regarding him quizzically, then looking at the board and back at him. There was something about the timeline he had drawn on the board that bothered him, something that wasn't quite right about it, but he just. Couldn't. See. It.
His doorwings flared in annoyance and he glared at the board as if it was teasing him on purpose.
Next to him, Jazz was grinning. Prowl was utterly adorable when he concentrated on a case like this. Not that the writer would ever tell him that to his faceplates. The enforcer might make good on his threat to boot the writer out of the precinct for the rest of the day (here the silver mech felt like patting himself on the shoulder, because at the beginning of their unlikely partnership, Prowl had threatened to boot him out, period, that he now added the qualifier "for the rest of the day", meant Jazz would be allowed to come back, which he considered to be progress) and that would mean a whole day without his muse (again, not something he would call the other to the face, he'd already made that mistake once).
And now Prowl actually growled! Jazz just couldn't resist.
Ever so slowly he leaned closer to the black and white until the sides of their faces were almost pressed together. Tickled, the writer counted the seconds it took the enforcer to realize how close he was.
"You do realize I have a gun and am willing to use it." The dry tone of voice used clearly let Jazz know that he was still safe.
"Aw, ya now ya would miss me if ya actually went through with shootin' me."
"You're right. I'd miss the antics that make you look like a five-vorn old, or the wild theories you spin with only the slightest connection to what we are actually working on. Of course, saving your sorry behind several times a vorn is something I will miss too."
"Hey, I saved your life more often than ya saved mine!" the writer exclaimed, sitting up indignantly instead of comfortably slouching in his seat. "And there were a couple of times my wild theories proved to be closer to the truth than you all thought," he added
"I beg to differ. I saved you eight times so far, you saved me seven times." Prowl snorted, still looking at the murder board, choosing to ignore the latter part of Jazz's statement in favour of the former.
"Reverse that an' it's true. I told ya tha thing wit' the bot in the place counts-"
Prowl was quick to interrupt him, not wishing to be reminded of what happened back then. The mere thought of it was enough to send him blushing in mortification at the best of times… "Even counting that time, which I do not, because what happened there was your fault in the first place, where do you get that ninth time from?"
"I diffused that bomb last orn, didn't I?" the silver mech pointed out smugly.
Prowl raised an optic ridge, his attention now completely on the mech sitting beside him. The enforcer realized what Jazz was doing and he appreciated the distraction, if only for the simple reason that the verbal sparring with the cheeky mech was fun, not to mention that it often seemed to end with the two of them arriving at a break- through in the case. "To say you diffused it would imply that your actions had a premeditated purpose. You simply panicked and ripped out wires at random, happening to grab the correct ones. That was what is called sheer dumb luck."
Jazz sniffed. "I may not be a diffusion expert, but at least I tried ta do somethin', instead of waiting ta deactivate along wit' the city blocks around us."
"I will concede that point, but the fact remains that you did not even have the foggiest idea of what you were doing. Therefore I say it does not count."
The two of them happily continued bickering back and forth, switching topics when one or both of them got bored of it, soon involving the writing on the murder board, bouncing theories of each other (Prowl's always reasonable and supported by logical arguments, Jazz's more creative, more often than not bordering on the wild and unlikely thanks to his occupation) and after a few minutes they had spotted the inconsistency that had bothered Prowl.
A couple of phone calls later they went on their way to arrest the suspect they were now sure they could prove was guilty, again discussing who had saved whom more often.
They were so caught up in their arguments that both of them failed to notice the way every other enforcer in hearing range grinned into their energon cubes or hid behind screens and files.
They also failed to notice Barricade and Bumblebee snap a picture and add it to a timeline of their own, beginning with Prowl and Jazz's first meeting, leading up to the present day and after a still empty part ending at some indeterminate date under the header "Bonding"...
35: Zero (No Shame)
Leaning back into what was his favourite pillow Prowl sighed in contentment, especially when the "pillow", otherwise known as Jazz, tucked the doorwinger's head under his own and put his arms around him, which of course brought those very talented hands in the perfect position for petting white wings. Sitting close together like this was like the Well of All Sparks for both of them.
And they were determined to enjoy every single klick of it, emotions of contentment and happiness flowing back and forth across the bond they shared as they snuggled into each other on the couch, knowing for certain that they had all the time in the world to do what they wanted after Jazz had managed to persuade the workaholic SIC to take a holiday.
Jazz chuckled when Prowl actually started to purr and stretched like a cat before settling down again, still purring and doorwings fluttering lazily, when Jazz stroked the hinges connecting them to the black and white's back just right.
Prowl trailed a finger along the armour hiding the silver mech's spark. He could sense that his mate was up to something. There was that impish feeling to his part of the bond and that well known glint sparkling in the dark visor. "What is it?"
Jazz decided to play innocent, maybe he could get Prowl to show his more playful side. "Just enjoying the beautiful view." For good measure he nuzzled the mech's red chevron, eliciting a delightful shudder from the Praxian draped over him.
"The view is over there," Prowl pointed out, gesturing to the wide screen currently showing one of the classic movies from Cybertron (which was of course summarily ignored by the mechs).
"I disagree love. 'Sides, a beauty like the one I'm lookin' at has ta be appreciated with all senses…" Trailing off Jazz proceeded to run his hands all over the slender figure of Prowl, thoroughly enjoying the opportunity to get his hands on his lover.
"I always pegged you as the hands on type," the tactician murmured, pressing into the touches. He was about to say something more, when he was rudely interrupted.
"Can't the two of you get a room?" Sideswipe exclaimed. Looking up, both their optics met with those of the others in the room. Optimus, Ironhide and Ratchet sat in one corner, studiously avoiding looking into the couple's direction (they were used to their antics, having known them even before the war), while Bumblebee was holding his hands in front of Mikaela's and Sam's eyes, chirping something about young processors being corrupted. At another table sat the rest of Ops squad, for now only consisting of Hound and Mirage who were both trying not to laugh, though the noble mech had more luck than the giggling scout. At the largest table sat the twins with Bluestreak, Smokescreen and Arcee. All of them looked at the couple with expressions of varying degrees of disgust mixed with embarrassment.
Prowl just looked at them and then, completely deadpan, answered, "We already have a room, thank you very much for your concern anyway, Sideswipe."With that he turned back to Jazz who had been watching the short exchange with a growing amusement. "Where were we?" he asked, leaning down with the intention to kiss the eager saboteur.
"Seriously, we don't need to watch the two of you making out on the couch," Sunstreaker growled. When they had asked the couple if they minded the lot of them joining the two watching the movie, no one (except the trio of Prime, Ratchet and 'Hide) had expected the two- scratch that, none of them had expected Prowl to not only participate on the public displays of affection, but to actively initiate them! Prim and proper Prowl starting to snuggle with Jazz in the rec room in front of everyone just did not compute!
The tactician had become more openly affectionate after Jazz's resurrection, but really…
Prowl stopped his advance and turned to pin the golden twin down with a Look. "Then do not watch." That said, he finally did kiss Jazz. The worst part was that they simply couldn't look away from the bonded pair, no matter how much they wished to. Then one of Jazz's hands wandered down into the direction of Prowl's aft…
"Oi, what do you think you're doing?!" The red twin yelled.
Again, it wasn't Jazz who answered but Prowl. "It should be fairly obvious, Sideswipe," he retorted, gazing at the twin for a moment before an honest to Primus smirk appeared on his face. "At least I thought it should be, but then you are still very young. Maybe you need a demonstration to be sure?" he asked sweetly.
Somewhere off to the side Ratchet cackled, while Ironhide sipped his cube of highgrade and made a video of the looks on the youngsters' faces. Optimus gazed at the screen serenely, as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. The only clue that it wasn't so was the fact that the flame decaled mech was hiding behind his battle mask…
"…You two have no shame, do you," Arcee finally spoke up, absently picking up her cube so it wouldn't be spilled when Smokescreen and Bluestreak thumped their heads on the table's surface, muttering something about not needing to know that about their little brother.
Jazz finally gave in to his urges and broke down laughing, holding Prowl closer. ::I love what happens when ya're in this kinda mood, Prowler… and I love ya!:: he announced across their bond tenderly, immediately getting a response in form of a caress to one of his audio horns and a sparkfelt ::I love you too:: before the black and white turned to the others in the room one last time to answer.
"Absolutely none."
To Be Continued
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