Prompt: "I met you, the stars sparkled, and I was born"
Summary/Notes: From Jazz's POV.
I have always been alone.
My creators were kind, and I had a happy sparklinghood. I was adaptable and never lacked for friends. But I always knew, deep in my spark, that there was something missing, something that was not the love for my creators or for my friends, but deeper, more fundamental. A hole I was aware of, if you will.
It didn't bother me when I was young, but as I got older and my friends paired off, I began to feel the lack. There was no attraction for me to anyone, mech or femme. There were many attracted to me, but I didn't feel a pull in return.
So I made my way through life unencumbered by burdens of the spark. I had many friends and a thirst for life that allowed me to take sips here and there, learning all I could from those I met along my life's path.
When I met the mech that became Optimus Prime, I thought he was too good to be true. I did not have his deep abiding faith that everyone was good and only needed an opportunity to demonstrate their innate kindness. Orion was the eternal optimist. I balanced him, having seen more of life and having a more cautious approach to other people.
Then the war started, and soon thereafter, Sentinel Prime was targeted for assassination. He avoided death for a long time, but eventually, he pushed too far, trusted his armour too much, trusted his opponent to keep his word. His death was not a surprise to me, but what occurred afterward was.
Orion was not expecting to be chosen as the next Prime. He had shown up with some research for the Council at the behest of Alpha Trion, and the Matrix of Leadership chose him. It was…astonishing. The Council was in an uproar, but could not deny the choosing. My friend Orion became Optimus Prime; the Matrix changed his body, but not his spark.
More astonishing was when Optimus chose me as his second-in-command. I'd been his friend for vorns, I was helpful to him and always gave him my honest opinion when we argued philosophy, but I had no idea that Orion valued my input so much.
So. After a few heady days of getting oriented, we began touring various outposts until we finally got to the main camp where Sentinel had his headquarters. Everyone was in good shape, quiet and professional when they lined up for inspections, but there was an air of uncertainty that hung over the entire place.
We did the inspection, then met with key members of Sentinel's staff; his weapons master, his drill sergeant, his tactician…
His tactician. Prowl. Prowl was the most formal and old-fashioned of Sentinel's officers. He was the only one to bow to the Prime, and to offer his arm in the traditional greeting. Optimus clasped forearms with him, then introduced me and Prowl offered me his arm. I took it and my world shifted.
My spark moved. That sounds so small, doesn't it? It wasn't . I'd never felt anything with my spark, no leap of its brightness, no whirling within as my optics met someone else's, no bound as my lover came to me. Never, in all my vorns of existence, had my spark ever reacted to another person. Now it did.
He spoke, saying , " Jazz. It's good to meet you."
I stammered out my own greeting, telling him, "Prowl. I hope we'll work together well."
He smiled and said, "I think we will."
My world began at that moment. I had found someone that moved my spark, made my soul sing, and all I had to do was convince him.