A collection of oneshots from G1, Prime, Bayverse, and Animated. 112: Gestalt, IDW, Optimus Prime and Optimus Maximus and Megatron. 113: Band of Brothers, G1, Starscream and the Dinobots. 114: Bun in the Oven, G1, Megatron and an Ensemble.
Title: Moves Like Jagger Universe: Bayverse, post-2007 Characters: Sam Witwicky, implied Optimus/Jazz, implied Red Alert/Mirage Rated: T Desc: Sam throws Optimus a party. Warnings: implied mechslash
Title taken from the song "Moves Like Jagger," by Maroon 5 which was the prompt for this piece
"Sam..." The tone of Optimus' voice can only be identified as pained with a side order of mortified and sprinkled with affection. "The sentiment is appreciated but..."
Optimus trails off, looking helplessly at the party that is in full swing. It is, apparently, in honor of Optimus' birthdate which someone has arbitrarily chosen as February 22nd for reasons the Prime has yet to discern. The largest building in Diego Garcia has been converted into a... well, it's a dance club for all intents and purposes. Which Optimus fully blames Jazz for. There is no possible way Sam could have done this on his own.
A sparkling ball hanging from the ceiling sends an array of colors in all directions. Periodically, glitter and streamers fall from the ceiling. Large speakers hang everywhere, pumping out a bass that Optimus can feel rattling through his armor. Energon is flowing freely, and Optimus doesn't need a sniff to know that it's not their everyday casual grade.
His optics swerve to a suspicious corner where the two main perpetrators of high grade brewing are comparing techniques with a third bot who is the last mech Optimus would have suspected.
The dance floor is packed with Cybertronian forms, moving, grinding, twisting, and stomping to the beat. A raised dais provides a safe platform for the humans to dance as well and Optimus is quite certain they aren't drinking anything innocent either.
And is that Red Alert he sees in the corner with Mirage? Who's monitoring the systems? Watching for Decepticon attacks? Is anyone going to be sober come morning?
"Come on, Optimus. You deserve to have fun just like everyone else," Sam says from somewhere near Optimus' ankle. He raps his knuckles against a piece of plating as though to drive the point home. "This is the way we celebrate on Earth. Welcome home."
The sentiment is appreciated but... Optimus watches, helpless, as Sam dives into the crowd of dancing Cybertronians, full of complete and utter faith that they won't step on him and seconds later, Optimus spies Bluestreak lifting Sam up in his palm.
"Kid's got a point, boss bot," Jazz drawls from where he's perched himself on Optimus' shoulder as though he belongs there, causing their energy fields to intertwine and mingle in a way that Optimus appreciates. One foot keeps tapping in time with the music, as though he can't wait to get out on the dance floor. "Ya do deserve it."
And apparently, Ironhide agrees, because when he passes with Lennox in residence on his shoulder, he pushes a cube of high grade into Optimus' hand and salutes.
Optimus surrenders to inevitability. "Very well. But I refuse to dance."
Jazz chuckles, a particular gleam in his visor. "We'll see about that."
a/n: Red Alert/Mirage is this pairing I fully intend to write. Eventually. It's rare, but I have a weird affection for it. :)
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