Title: Taming the Prince
Characters: Prowl
Genre: Romance, Humour
Description: High lord Proton of Cybertron, has 3 different sons. Prince Smokescreen helps his dad, Prince Bluestreak prefers to stay in the garden and train, and Prince Prowl prefers sitting alone, and PAINT? Will a servant change Prowl into a prince of Love?
(Note: has no relations to my other stories, only mentions of Hydrid, Aqua, Proton, Smokescreen, Prowl and Bluestreak, and Jazz, nothing else!)
'...Blah...' Normal conversation
'...blah...' flashback talking
...blah... Thoughts aloud
Prowl woke up the next morning, feeling refreshed and alive; suffering from the disease from earling, he felt more alive.
Then the memory from last night filled his memory bank. Out in the garden with Jazz, he leaned his head forward towards the Prince.
'Was Jazz trying to kiss me?' the prince asked himself, then shook his head. 'Probably just trying to comfort me after the past few days.'
The Prince opened the door to his chamber, stepped outside and froze.
This was the first time he was leaving his chamber in the mornings. He'd normally wait till midday to take a stroll in the garden, or even head to the kitchen for energon for when Jazz was on his breaks. He gasped...
'Am I really changing?'
'Hey Prowler!'
Prowl turned his head down the corridor as the visored mech approached him. 'Hey...'
'Oh man! Sorry 'bout yesterday. Just comforting ya.'
Prowl smiled. 'Thanks for that... Wanna get energon?'
Jazz nodded.
The Prince and servant headed down the staircase towards the kitchen where Anoa was with HotHead and the others.
'Morning sir. This is the earlier I've seen you out your chamber for.' HotHead the chef told Prowl.
'No worries about me Anoa. I'm much better now.' the prince replied.
He collected a cube and walked out the door.
'That's the first time he's called me by my name and not servant!' Anoa said to Jazz.
'e's changing man. Still got ah way ta go.'
With Jazz walked outside the kitchen after Prowl.
The day flew by...
Jazz look at his schedule at midday, noticing he had an hour break later on. He saw this as an opportunity to carry on 'transforming' Prowl into his good self again, although everyone was noticing the change already.
When the break came...
Jazz headed to his loaned chamber, and sat there staring out into the garden. He flinched when he saw a small white figure walk over to the crystals he planted, and knelt down beside them. The figure turned around, looking directly at Jazz.
This made the visor mech flinched, and hid, until he looked back, and saw it beackon to him to come down; it was Prowl!
Jazz immediately ran down the staircase and out the doors, towards the crystals.
'Yea Prowler.'
Prowl turned to the crystals. 'Jazz... I want to say thank you, for everything you've done. You were never angry at me when I was towards you. You always kept your cool, and never once argued with me. These crystals explain it all. No matter the weather, the time of day, or even everything around them, they continued to glow as brightly as they can, nothing could stop them glowing. Someone may block their light, but they'll always remain bright... What I'm saying Jazz, is thanks for everything you've done. I'd like to buy you a thank you present as my gratitude.'
Jazz blushed. 'A...a... Ya don't ned ta Prowler... 'appy to 'elp anytime.'
'I insist Jazz. Anything you've wanted.'
Jazz took a moment to think about it, going through his processor all the new adverts he'd seen around town, all the new music gear, and instruments. Then he got it. 'That new karaoke system!'
'That new one from the music store we passed when returning from the medical centre last week?' Prowl replied.
Jazz nodded. Prowl smiled. 'Whatever you want Jazz. It's my thanks... do you want to get it now?'
Jazz nodded. 'Ah on my break now Prowler... If weh may now.'
Prowl nodded, and walked inside the palace to find the driver.
Within minutes, the prince and Jazz were driving along the streets of Praxus, going past all the lit up shops, happy couples and sparklings running around the local schools, parks, etc...
The vehicle pulled up outside the music shop. Due to the status of the vehicle, a small crowd had gathered around the vehicle.
Some guards of the royal family had crowded the vehicle, keeping the crowd at bay.
The driver got out the vehicle, and opened the side door. Jazz stepped out, and then Prince Prowl emerged, the crowd erupting in cheers and screams, all snapping away with the cameras, if they had any.
The news crew nearby had heard the commotion, and ran up to the scene, immediately rolling their camcorder.
'Hi, this is Miran Discharge with breaking news. The frightful Prince Prowl, son of Lord Proton of Praxus, who everyone feared due to his outbursts as a sparkling, and lack of sight in public, is right behind me, coming out a vehicle, with a recently joined servant of the royal family, heading inside this music shop...' the femme said.
Prowl ignored the filming and snapshots, and he walked inside with Jazz.
Moments later...
The crowd were silent, waiting for the Prince to emerge.
He did, eventually, with the karaoke machine that Jazz wanted, and they climbed back into the vehicle, the driver closing the door after them, and getting into the vehicle himself.
The driver turned the vehicle around, and took the long route back to the palace, due to the crowd blocking the other route they had come from.
Along the journey back...
'Are you happy now Jazz?' Prowl asked.
'Yea Prowler... Thanks for thes Prowler. All ah did was 'elp ya out with ya confidence.'
'No Jazz. You did more. My only friend that I ever have now.'
'Aww... shaks! Ya don't 'ave ta mention it Prowler. Making meh blush 'ere.'
The driver approached the council building. 'The Autobot Council building we are approaching sir.'
'Pull up outside. I want a word with Optimus.' Prowl replied.
'Yes sir.'
The driver pulled up outside. The same guards ran down the stairs, forming two lines.
The driver opened the door, letting Jazz and Prowl out the vehicle, closing the door after them.
Prowl leads Jazz up the long stairs, and into the council building.
Inside...
'It's HUGE Prowler!' Jazz gasped.
Same as before, loads of different mechs and femmes walking around the building, (well more mechs than femmes at this time) all heading to the elevators and stairs to go up to the top floors.
'Well after the time of when I was just a sparkling, it's changed since that time.' Prowl replied, deleting that awful memory that stun his memory bank from when he was a sparkling hanging on for dear life.
They walked up to the main desk, where the 6 Autobots, are all mechs now, and the femme from all those years ago wasn't there.
'Can I be of assistance?' 1 mech asked.
'Optimus Prime please. I want to speak with him,' Prowl replied.
'Designation?' the mech asked.
'Prowl. Prince Prowl of Praxus.'
The mechs gasped, and so did those Autobots who had passed the desk, all turned their heads, doing a double take, seeing one of the Princes of Praxus standing before their optics.
'He's on the top floor, just finished a meeting actually. Right on time Prince.' the mech replied, giving a hysterical chuckle at the end, remembering what Prowl was like during his early years.
'Just call me Prowl, ok?' the prince replied, walking towards the elevator.
He and Jazz entered, and went up to the top floor.
Optimus Prime's office...
'Yes Proton. If I see him, I'll past the message on... Thank you too.' Optimus said, before closing the comlink. He sighed.
The door received a knock from the other end.
'Yes.'
'Prowl here Prime.'
Optimus flinched, remembering the last time Prowl had been all those 7 floors up when he was a sparkling. 'Come in Prowl.'
The door opened, and Prowl stepped inside, with Jazz beside him.
'Prowl. Jazz? How's work at the palace?' Optimus asked.
'It's awesome prime!' Jazz replied.
'What can I be of assistance today?' Optimus asked.
'Sir... I know I've been ill these past few days, but before I was my grumpy old self, like I had been since mum died... It's thanks to Jazz, that I'm as I am now. He never argued back at me when I had outbursts, all fallen out, he never did give up. You knew his plan, didn't you?' Prowl replied.
Optimus nodded. 'All us Autobots know about your illness Prowl! Jazz knew from the start he could tame you. He never agreed with anyone that he couldn't. Did you Jazz?'
'Nope! Ah never did doubt myself at all. Ah knew from da start.'
'I treated him today to reward him on his effort,' Prowl added. 'It's the least I could do.'
'That's very kind of you Prowl. I can see what I can do to appoint you, Jazz to our Autobot team member.' Optimus said.
'Meh job is enought for meh to 'andle' Prime,' Jazz replied. 'Ah fine where ah am now.'
'I sure can respect that decision.' Prime replied.
'SIR!' a voice called, as a mech runs into the office. 'A fight across the other side of this floor!'
'Ok!' Optimus shot up to his feet, and followed the mech, Prowl and Jazz followed right behind him.
A lot of punches and kicks were throw...
A mech was being forceful and threatening. 'I'm a respected mech around here, and I suggest everyone respect that!'
'Sir, calm down! Violence will get you no where!' a mech said to him.
'What is going on here?' Optimus' voice boomed as he entered the scene, followed by Jazz and Prowl.
The angry mech turned in that direction. 'YOU!' he glared at Prowl. 'That lonely little mech all those years ago!'
Prowl gasped, memories filling his memory bank of that fateful day, a mech sent him distressed and hanging on for dear life! 'No...'
'Yea! It's me again! CCHHHHARRGEEE!' the mech launched himself at Prowl to tackle him.
Prowl flinched, and dived out the way.
The mech swung his arms around as he fell down onto the ground, skidding along the floor, crashing into the barriers, and fallen over the edge.
Some of the mechs, including Optimus, Prowl and Jazz, all ran to the side of the edge, leaning over. The poor mech was grabbed hold of the broken barrier, holding on for his life, 7 floors from crashing and breaking into pieces.
'Primus! Be with me!' the mech prayed.
His hand lost grip!
Memories were flashing through Prowl's processors. The haunting memory of himself being in the same situation, almost dying, if it weren't thanks to the mech who saved him. Because he wasn't to die, doesn't mean death could claim someone else's life. He acted fast.
Prowl pulls out a long thick wire he takes with him, wraps it round the fence, and dives over the side of the barrier. He swung downwards, grabs the mech by the arm, and lands on the 5th floor, both safe and unharmed.
Those on the 7th floor all rushed down to that floor, and held the mech back.
'N... No one... has saved me... before... Not ever my creators.' the mech said. 'Even what I did when you were a sparkling... you saved me?'
'No one deserves to die that way.' Prowl replied.
'But... you use to be all angry and frightful aswell. Why are you calm now?'
'I had help from a best friend!' Prowl replied, turning towards Jazz. 'No matter what you do in life, there is someone that cares for your safety, AND your life. You did bully me from time to time, but look at me now, and look at yourself now. You still have a chance to make your life better. Take that chance, and don't let it go to waste!'
The mech looked down in embarrasement, taking in everything Prowl has just said, before looking up at him. 'You're right, your highness...'
'Just call me Prowl.'
'Prowl huh? I now realize I can change... You have, why can't I? I'm taking that job I so wanted long ago! And see my daughter!' the mech rushed off in the other direction, thank you!'
Prowl smiled, proud of the change.
Arriving back at the palace...
It was late in the afternoon when the vehicle pulled up outside the palace, Prowl and Jazz stepping outside with the karaoke machine brought.
They head up the staircase to their chambers, and stand outside Prowl's chamber.
'Prowler... Thanks for ta present... and thes whole day... It's been great!' Jazz said.
'You're welcome Jazz,' Prowl replied. 'Thank you for everything. If not for you, I wouldn't be where I am now.'
'Ya welcome...' Jazz said.
Both stared at each other for a few seconds more, before Jazz moved his head closer to Prowl. He did the same, till their lips joined, into a small kiss.
They pulled away, looking at one another.
'Jazz...'
'Prowler.. Sorry 'bout that... Ah really do love ya... with all my spark.'
Prowl's doorwings twitched. Did his audios hear correctly?
'Ah go..' Jazz said, turning round.
A hand reached his hand. Jazz was pulled back towards Prowl, the Prince's hand wrapped around his waist.
'No one has kissed me like that before Jazz. I never did feel my mother's love when she died... Or my dad's during his sorrow.' Prowl was honest.
'Na worries Prowler. I lost meh mum at ah young age. I can't find meh papa. Ah only wished ah had ya lifestyle too.'
Prowl smiled.
'Ah like another demonstation, please.' Jazz cheekily asked for another kiss.
Prowl smiled, and obeyed, joined their lips together.
'You'd better hurry. You're late for your next task Jazz.' Prowl reminded him.
Jazz gasped, remembering his schedule. He's missed 2 sessions already. 'Primus!' he turned around and picked up his present, turned back round, gave a kiss on Prowl's lips, before rushing off for duty.
Prowl only smiled watching rush off. 'Time to continue on that special collarge.' he said, walking into his chamber, closing the door behind him.
That took longer than expected.
There's chapter 9, with a smooch at the end, 3 times! Those two better watch what they do. (laughs)
What do you think? First kiss went well. That's fine.
Next chapter, the relationship goes further... Oooooo
Please review if you haven't.
