CHAPTER 10! *parties* OMP, I cannot believe it! Chapter ten! ^^ I'm so happy! This is my first ever chapter ten! That, and this fic has made it's milestone! ^^
Now to Shizuka Taiyou: have no idea what competency means… unless you mean competency.
To CharmingCheynne who correctly guesses the movie! Kronk has funny shoulder angles…
Starshooter: about time you revealed the secret!
Me: agreed, and why are you here?
Starshooter: *shrugs* I was bored, you haven't written, or even LOOKED at J.A.W.S for months now!
Me: not my fault, not enough interest, the bunny died!
Starshooter: excuses excuses, anyway, I'm here now, and I'm here to say
Me: *rolls eyes* Anyway, on with the fic!
Prowl swore as he dodged a shot, huddling back under his safe spot.
He had been doing a patrol when he had found the Decepticons…and he had gone in to investigate…and was currently being shot at, trapped, and had his signals disrupted.
In a nutshell: he hated his life right now.
:Prowl to Autobots, require immediate assistance, repeat, !:
Jazz was bored.
He was on communications duty, and something was messing up the Comm…sending Red Alert into a frenzy…meaning his glitch acted up…meaning Ratchet got … and Sunstreaker was pissed about something…and Sideswipe was mercilessly pranking…and Inferno was trying to calm Red Alert down…yep, life sucked right now…
What he wouldn't give to be able to talk to Prowl…ask him why he kept the secret…ask him why…that's all he wanted to know…why…
Again, that crackling static…almost like a communication trying to get through…but it was nothing…but why did his spark, and instincts tell him otherwise?
Again and again the static came… then Jazz remembered something.
In one of the Stargate episodes, he forgot which one, a black hole had been forming on the other side of the Stargate… and the communications, everything, even time, had been slowing down…maybe if he sped it up…
:Prowl to Autobots, require immediate assistance, repeat, !:
FRAG!
:Prowls in trouble!:
:Jazz, this is Red, what do you mean, Prowls in trouble?:
:Ah Received an SOS from Prowl we need to help him!:
:How? We don't even know where he is!:
:He's on patrol, where his route?:
:Route 345:
:Ah'll scan Teletran 1 for any disturbances, and Decepticon activity:
Red leapt off his chair in the Rec Room and hurtled towards the door, ignoring the questioning looks that were being sent in his direction.
"Red, what's wrong?"
"Prowls in trouble!"
The last thing anyone would see of him (and Inferno, who then himself hurtled out the door after Red Alert) would be that…at least, for most anyway…
Prowl screamed.
That last shot had clipped his doorwing, sending waves of agony through his body.
"Do you like our gift Autobot?" asked Skywarp sweetly.
"Do you think I do?" hissed Prowl through the pain.
"Well then, your gonna LOVE this next bit!"
Oh slag, I'm not going to enjoy this am I?
"What?"
"The rest of the army, all focused on capturing you, and only you!"
"Slag!"
:Prowl to Autobots, requiring immediate and urgent assistance, repeat, GET ME OUT OF HERE OR I'm SLAGGED!:
"And the best bit is, we scrambled your comm. Frequency, so you can call all you like, but no-ones coming!"
Oh frag!
"However, just grabbing you now would be too easy"
Prowl just knew that he wasn't going to like this bit either…
"So, we are gonna count to 100, then chase after you!"
Yep, not good.
"And then, we're gonna track you until the rest of the team get here, then its play time!"
He. Was. SO. Slagged.
"You got 100 counts from…now!"
Prowl didn't wait, ignoring the horrible pain from his doorwing, he transformed and drove off as fast as he could, which was pretty slagging fast when he wanted to!
^&^Break^&^
Jazz and about half the army drove furiously towards where thye estimated Prowl would be when they caught up to him, why so many? They saw that the Decepticon army were heading towards Prowl, and that could'nt be good.
Jazz was determined to get there before the Decepticons…he wasn't losing Prowl. Not like how he'd lost so many others.
Not…not the mech he loved.
0.0Break0.0
They met just t late.
Prowl had been sent, flying, behind a boulder, damaged already, when the Autobots arrived, too late, too late.
"PROWL!" screamed Jazz, transforming and hurtling towards where the damaged mech was lying, groaning, followed closely by Ratchet.
"Autobots, charge!" cried Optimus, lowering his battle mask and charging towards the Decepticon army, wondering why it was that Elita seemed to be angry, enraged even, for some reason…if the way she was attacking Scrapper proved anything.
"Ratchet…no idea how glad I am too see you right now" said Prowl, as ratchet kneeled down above him and began his work.
"Lucky for you, its minor damage, you will be fine for now, do you know why they are after you?"
"No idea…but I do know that I never want to hear Skywarp talk sweetly again…I'd rather face Megatons fusion cannon"
"Prowl, you do that, and you die, I will kill you"
"Your concern is greatly appreciated"
"Thank me later, I got a patient, or rather two to deal with now already"
With that ratchet hurtled over towards where the twins were lying after a spot of failed Jet Judo.
Jazz made a note of the fact that Ratchet seemed to have an uncanny knowledge of when the twins were hurt…if it weren't for the fact he knew that he was bonded to Wheeljack, he would've sworn the twins and Ratchet were bonded.
Grabbing Prowl, he pulled him up, and then promptly lost him in the battle.
He would later forever more regret it.
No-one was sure how it happened.
One minute Prime was being shot at by an experimental weapon of the Decepticons, next minute, Prowl takes the shot that would've killed, or at the very least severely injured him in the chassis, and with a skill that had not been seen since the days of Optimist's youth, shot an acid pellet right into the barrel of the gun, causing it to explode.
"Decepticons retreat!" roared Megatron, turning and running, the Decepticons following.
"PROWL!" screamed Jazz racing over to where Prowl was "oh primus Prowl, please don't die on meh!"
"Load him in now! We need to get him back to the ark pronto!"
"Aid, grab those wires"
"Swoop block those"
They washed over Jazz, not knowing or caring about what the order was as he watched his loved one slowly die in front of his optics.
CLIFFHANGER! *DUN DUN DUN! Music plays*
Jazz: PROWLER! YOU BASTARD!
Me: calm down Jazz!
Jazz: Prowl dying!
Me: Yes
Jazz: And he could die.
Me: yep
Jazz: but he cant die, you need him for the plot!
Me: Optimus died, several time in fact, but the franchise and plot continued.
Jazz: *panicking* You mean, there's a good chance that you will actually let him die?
Me: Yep ^^
Jazz: Why?
Me: Cause I'm the writer, I decide what's going on! Your all at my mercy!
Prowl: You kill me, and I will haunt you forever.
Me: be prepared to be very bored then
Jazz: YOU MEAN YOUR ACUALLY GONNA KILL HIM?
Me: Villach, Villach Niche
Jazz: Maybe, maybe not?
Me: yep, basically.
Jazz: I hate you so much right now.
Me: you and the readers, cliff-hanger, fun to write, not to read! *laughs evilly*
REVIEW FIC TO SEE IF I ACUALLY KILL PROWL OR NOT SOONER! (I would actually kill him, I have a plot line I could go down if I used that track…)