Jan 26, 2013
Prompt 5: Scenario: One character has a deep crazy burning crush on another. The other doesn't have a clue.
I always loved him, even if I never said. Always harbored those burning feelings in my spark.
I never spoke. Never said a word of my affections. Always stood by when he found a new fling, but was always there when he was left, or did the leaving, and hurt. I offered myself to ease his pain, but he never saw me as any more than a friend.
When we joined the Autobots, I thought it might be different. I thought that we might finally have something. A new environment, strange mechs, strange lifestyle.
But he didn't. We didn't. Instead, he found someone else. Prowl. Everyone else saw him as simply a tight-aft, walking rule book. But Jazz saw something else, just like he did with everyone. He always saw straight into a mech's spark.
It made me wonder why he never saw through me. Maybe because we had always been friends, back since our sparkling orns. Maybe because I never presented myself as anything other than a friend? He had often complimented my acting skills.
I watched from afar as the two black and whites grew closer. As they started spending more time together, and Jazz started spending less time with me.
I was still his friend – that, I highly doubted, would ever change – but something had shifted. I was no longer in the center ring of his universe. That center ring belonged only to Prowl.
How I hated that name. Prowl. The mech who stole my beloved, my unrequited love. I still respected him. He was a good mech, a smart mech, and he did his best to keep us all alive. But that didn't change the fact that he took what was mine.
Or perhaps it wasn't mine? These humans were full of sayings. That one I heard a few local solar cycles ago... "If you truly love something, let it go, and if it never comes back, then you will know that it was never yours. But if it does come back, you know it's yours forever."
Or something like that. And I never made a move on Jazz, never held on enough that I'd have to let go. I had spent too long waiting in the shadows, and had never presented myself as an option. Jazz had never known, and I had never bolstered up the courage to tell him.
I sank lower in my chair as I watched the two talk over their energon, a cube of high-grade in my hand. They were both smiling, and the expression looked strange on Prowl. They were happy.
I vented. Jazz wasn't mine. As much as I may have wished it, he had made his choice, and it wasn't me.
I downed the cube in one gulp, shuddering slightly as the energy hit my systems. Another flash of rage twisted my circuits as I watched as the two linked hands on the table.
Perhaps Jazz wasn't mine, but I sure as pit didn't like that he was Prowl's.
Then my spark filled with gleeful hope. Jazz's flings never lasted long. He would abandon Prowl, or Prowl would abandon him soon enough, and this time, this time I would tell him. This time I would sweep him off his pedes and declare my love.
I smirked in my dark corner as I unsubspaced another cube of high-grade and knocked back a drink. Jazz would be mine soon enough.