Hey there! Just a quick little A/N, there is major character death in this so please, be careful. Also, I'm working on a much larger fanfic (oneshot) focused on Bluestreak before Earth, maybe during. It's still got some focus on other characters though. I promise. It'll be set in the movieverse as well but there'll a few changes here and there. Anyway. That's enough of that. Read away!
"No, Prowler, no. Ya ain't stayin'!" Jazz reached out and grabbed Prowl's arm. "We're leavin' and you're comin' with us. Ah'll say it 'til Ah make sure you got it ingrained into that processor of yours."
Prowl shrugged off Jazz's grip. He stood still, the darkroom blanketed his stiff form. Rigid doorwings were held tightly on his back, and black and white armour clung to his grey protoform. He slowly turned to face Jazz, his gold optics were dim. "You are just as aware as I am that I can not go with you. I am needed on the Ark-"
Clenching his servos, Jazz growled. "That's slag! Ironhide could stay, frag, even Prime could stay. Why should ya have ta?" Frustration steamed inside of Jazz, "Ya have ta come! Prowler please, just… don't stay here."
The two stared at each other before Prowl took a step forward, and stroked Jazz's cheek. "It is not… I do not…" He shook his helm softly. "I have to stay. I trust myself to command the holding battles more than I trust Ironhide or Prime. Though, I mean no offence to them." Prowl stared deep into Jazz's visor. "You need to get to the Allspark safely without Decepticon fire, I intend to make sure that happens."
"No, Ah don't want ya on this suicide ship! Ya won't make it out, Ah've seen this slag all before." Jazz began to tremble lightly. His visor dulled and his legs felt weaker than before.
Prowl noticed and drew Jazz's smaller form to his chest in a loving hug. Affection flooded through Prowls EM field. "I promise that I will follow you once the battle is done, wherever you might be. Not even an entire army would be able to keep me from you. Trust me, Jazz. When have I ever lied to you?"
"Never," Jazz relaxed into Prowl's hold and soaked up his warmth. The steady pulse of Prowls spark soothed him. "But there's always a first." He drew in a breath. "Ah'm just worried, Prowl. Ah can't imagine anythin' worse than losin' ya."
"I can't imagine anything worse than losing you either, without you… Without you, I wouldn't be me."
"Ah wish we could've bonded, then you'd be mine. Pit, if there wasn't a war we would've. We'd probably have a bitlet by now." Jazz let out a small laugh. "We'd have named 'em somethin' weird, like Diorite or somethin'."
A faint smile appeared on Prowls face, "We will bond if you want, after the war and we can have sparklings. For now, though, we will fight for that future. Primus knows I will."
"Ya want to bond with me?"
"Of course."
Jazz pulled away from Prowl and led him further into their room. "Ah'm tired Prowler and Ah don't wanna fight ya. Ah'm sorry lover."
"I thought we had gotten past that. Jazz, where one goes the other will follow. Please, don't worry. Besides, that's my job, right?"
Jazz sat down on their berth and retracted his visor. "Ah guess. Whatever happens though, Ah love ya. Ah don't think Ah'll ever stop lovin' ya."
Prowl sat beside him and held his servo. "I love you as well. More than I thought was capable. You've taught me a lot, Jazz. I like myself more when I am with you. As long as you are happy, I will be happy as well." He sighed and pressed a kiss against Jazz's helm. "And I know you are not happy right now. I don't know what to do."
"Ya could come with me."
"Jazz…"
"Ah was just kiddin'." A dark feeling crawled back into Jazz's tank. Something bad would happen. One of them would die, but Jazz shoved it aside, hoping it was just nerves.
A comm from Prime grabbed Jazz's attention. ::It is time, Jazz. I trust you have said your goodbyes?::
Jazz pulled Prowl close to him and cradled Prowls helm underneath his jaw. "Ah love ya." Jazz repeated. Prowl shut his optics and squeezed Jazz's servo.
"And I, you."
::Yeah, Prime. Ah have.::
When Jazz arrived on Earth he was stuck between; A. Wanting to scream in frustration and B. High tailing it back to Prowl. Despite inner conflictions, he couldn't help but feel awed by the little organic planet. Tiny fleshy bipeds walked around Earth's surface, their armour was weak, and from what Jazz could tell, they weren't exactly made of the sturdiest stuff (especially Sam). At least they had a good selection of vehicles. Jazz had never felt so stylish. Overall, he didn't think the humans were too terrible.
Until they caught Bumblebee.
He watched from the shadows as they pulled the young scout down. Metal ropes clung to his yellow armour as the fleshies continued trying to pin him down with strong ropes of some kind of metal. Jazz gritted his denta and transformed back into bipedal, preparing to leap at the humans. How could they do that? Couldn't they see he was no threat?
Jazz was more than ready to swat those pesky insects aside, but Ironhide snatched him up and pinned him to the concrete.
::I know. I want to wreck them too, but Prime said no hurtin' the humans.:: Ironhide frowned, ::Doesn't stop me from wantin' to hurt them though.::
Jazz huffed and attempted to push Ironhide's pede off of him, but it remained firmly planted. "Get off!" He whispered angrily. "Do ya not care if ya bitty gets slagged anymore?"
The pede on his chest grew heavier as Ironhide growled down at Jazz's smaller form. ::Any sign of doing real damage, and I'll slag them. Don't start, Jazz or I'll crush you like a scrapplet.::
::Ya wouldn'.:: Jazz challenged but all Ironhide did was grumble under his breath as he returned to watching Bumblebee. They could hear Bumblebee's static cries from where they hid. The blinding lights from the humans flying war machines illuminated the fear in Bumblebee's movements. Sam -bless the human's tiny spark- was trying to stop the others but was failing as they kept wrangling Bumblebee like some kind of animal. That alone was bad enough for Jazz, but as he looked at Ironhide, he felt as though his own despair was minuscule.
White mist enveloped the scene. Jazz shuddered as its cold chill wafted over to him. Whatever that stuff was, it was strong.
They watched in silence as Sam escaped another human's hold and flung himself at one of Bumblebee's attackers, only to be thrown to the ground. There was no way the scrawny little human could have taken on those much stronger than himself, but still. The thought was there.
Sighing, Jazz patted Ironhide's pede and said,::Ah'm sorry, 'Hide. Ah shouldn't have said that, but mech, ya shouldn't even be watchin' this.:: As soon as Bumblebee stilled, his frame falling limp, they took him away. Jazz could only hope that the humans wouldn't be too cruel but from what he'd just seen, that seemed very unlikely.
Ironhide regarded Jazz cooly and commed him, ::I watched Bumblebee have his voice box ripped from his throat as Megatron bet him to the ground. I would rather this than that.:: With that, he lifted his pede and allowed Jazz to crawl out from underneath it. Ending the subject he transformed and began driving to the bridge where Optimus was hidden with Jazz promptly trailing behind him.
Just as they got to the bridge, Ratchet slipped out from behind a small structure and joined them. His silence was unexpected but not unwelcome. There wasn't much that could be said, to Jazz at least. For all he knew, Ratchet could've been conversing with Ironhide.
Jazz quietly shifted back into his bipedal form. "Hang back. Lemme check it out." He instructed before swiftly swinging down from the road to the bridge's support structure to meet Optimus. His armour clanged lightly with each quick movement. "Optimus," He asked, following the Prime as the larger moved further away. "Are we just going to stand here and do nothin'?"
"There is no way to free Bumblebee without harming the humans."
Jazz frowned and held out a servo towards where the humans were carting Bumblebee away. "But it's not right-"
"Let them leave." Optimus interrupted.
The dismissal in his tone rubbed Jazz the wrong way. He lowered his arm and stared at Optimus. Every part of him wanted to chase after the humans and teach them about messing with the wrong bots. It was only right, they couldn't just tie up an Autobot and get away with it. But still, Jazz reluctantly submitted.
With a disappointed nod, he climbed back to where Ironhide and Ratchet waited.
"It's Megatron! Retreat, Move! Fall back!" Ratchet called, trying to herd the humans away. The humans scattered away as Megatron rounded the corner. His heavy steps pounded towards them as Jazz spun around and raised his shield, ignoring Ratchet's warnings.
::Jazz? What are you doing?:: A worried voice cut across his comm system.
::Don't ya worry, Ratch. Go help the others, somebots gotta handle the big guy.:: Jazz responded. He sneered at Megatron and powered up his blaster. He quickly shot Megatron and watched in satisfaction as plasma collided with his shoulder plate. Megatron grunted, his crimson optics glared at Jazz in distaste.
::Be careful.::
::Ah will-:: An explosion knocked Jazz off his pedes. He fell to the street's pavement and groaned. Bits of rock and debris were wedged uncomfortably in his joints and under his armour. The human screaming didn't help ease the building irritation either, neither did it stem the slight fear in his spark.
He propped himself up on his forearms and made eye contact with Ratchet. Ratchet looked at him with worry. The medics' hesitance to leave him was obvious, but Jazz shook his helm. ::Go, Ah'll be right with ya.::
That was a lie.
Ratchet's gaze lingered while Jazz roughly hauled himself up, his silver paint scraped across the ground. He forced himself to stand and ran at Megatron, his servos sharpened to a tighter edge. Skidding over a car, he smashed into Megatron's chest plate. Jazz's claws left deep marks in his armour. Megatron bellowed in rage and grabbed Jazz by his neck, swiftly taking flight.
Anger surged through Jazz as he lashed out at Megatron, attempting to make Megatron drop him. It was of no use. Megatron's grip was firm as he flew Jazz up to a higher point. The thrashing only served to annoy Megatron further and as they passed a skyscraper, Megatron harshly brushed Jazz against it. His upper body chaffed painfully against the rough stone walls and he bit back a shout.
The cityscape blurred around him when he was tossed into the air and slammed onto a hard surface. He hissed as his torn armour crashed onto the concrete. Megatron pinned him to the ground with two large pedes. "Is that all ya got, Megatron?" Jazz taunted through clenched denta.
"Come here, you little cretin," Megatron grumbled, yanking Jazz up by his leg and dangled him above the roads below.
Jazz knew there was no way to escape what was coming next. No one escaped Megatron so what was the point in trying? Frag it, if he was going down today, it'd be doing something useful. Even if Jazz was just playing the diversion, Prowl had taught him that diversions usually allow more life forms to be saved. Knowing that was enough for Jazz to decide his life was a fair sacrifice in exchange for the survival of many more. Still, he wasn't going to take it lying down.
Blue bolts of energy danced along Jazz's weapon before being discharged in Megatron's leg. Sparks flew as Jazz screamed. "Ya wanna piece of me? Ya wanna piece!" Hatred filled his every word as his spark burnt with determination.
Everything had come down to this. Every moment and every interaction. They had all led Jazz to the end of his road. All of his regrets weighed down on him. All the things he'd never do again swirled inside his processor. There were still so many things he could've done. So many things that would never be done. Jazz could only hope that his death would be worth the sacrifice.
As another large servo wrapped around his upper body, he tensed. The large claws dug painfully into his chest plate and twisted his back strut uncomfortably. "No, I want two!"
Crippling pain exploded across his frame. The sickening crunch of his frame ripping apart screeched in his audials as they mixed with his cries of pain.
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Thank you for reading! I really appreciate it.