25 days of Christmas 2
Eleventh: Eleven simple songs
Jazz was calmly humming along to the quiet beat. He was lying on the floor, his hands folded behind his neck and he was once again staring at the ceiling. The portable music device beside him was something Skywarp had promised him for the tips and tricks. His stabilizing servo tipping to the music.
So now he at least had something to do, listen to his beloved music. Most of it helped on his mood, helped time pass faster.
It was almost halfway to Christmas… and he hadn't seen any change. He hadn't gotten out or anything. A part of him almost wished he had a spark bond with Prowl so he could communicate, but at the same time he didn't want to share his captivity with the logical officer. Every bot knew it was a very bad idea with a spark bond in the war.
The song changed to a slower paced one, making Jazz grunt slightly. He wasn't in the mood for that. If he hadn't been too lazy, or for that fact too tired, he would have moved and changed it.
"Tale as old as time
True as it can be
Barely even friends
Then somebody bends
Unexpectedly"
What was it he had done last year on the eleventh? Something pissing Red Alert off, he remembered that. Oh yeah! He had changed the alarms, so when Red Alert checked them, they yelled things like 'elves on base' and 'Decetignome activity'.
Jazz snickered out loud. He was wondering if anyone would repeat it again this year.
"Just a little change
Small to say at least
Both a little scared
Neither one prepared
Beauty and the Beast"
Not long ago, around November Jazz had asked Prowl his actual opinion on the war. He had been curious, because it was the one thing he had a hard time reading from the officer. Of course Prowler supported the Autobots, but his opinion on the war?
"Ever just the same
Ever a surprise
Ever as before
Ever just as sure
As the sun will rise"
Prowl had countered it by asking him the same thing. What did Jazz think about the war? Jazz had, after a while of thinking, admitted that he honestly wasn't sure about it. It was necessary, sure, but… yeah, it was war. War was bad.
"Tale as old as time
Tune as old as song
Bittersweet and strange
Finding you can change
Learning you were wrong
Certain as the sun
Rising in the east
Tale as old as time
Song as old as rhyme
Beauty and the Beast"
Prowl had said, quite casually, that he had grown tired of the war. He wanted it to end, surprisingly badly, and he thought that the reason to the conflict seemed gone with the millions of years.
But he had also admitted that the time on Earth was very peaceful. And there were some happenings in the war worth the trouble.
That big softy, his Prowl is.
"Tale as old as time
Song as old as rhyme
Beauty and the Beast"
"Damn, Prowler," Jazz sighed. "I miss ya."
A/N: Not all in Christmas is fine and dandy.
Yes, I'm a day late, I realize that. Yesterday passed suddenly very quickly. And so did today. Hopefully tomorrow I'll come up to date.
Song: Beauty and the Beast.
Hey, people! Halfway to Christmas!
Have you decorated?
Please enjoy and Merry Christmas.
