Title: Holding Out For A Hero Bonus Scene # 8 - Earth
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairings: Jazz, Prowl, Sideswipe, Sunstreaker, various others - some canon some not.
Warnings: Robots who use male pronouns to describe themselves, discussing intimate acts with each other.
Universe: WW and G1 mix
Disclaimer: I, in no way, shape, or form, own the Transformers© franchise or the characters it contains. They belong to Has/Tak, No infringement intended. Nor do I have any claim to the songs used.
Summary: Jazz takes reminding Prowl that regardless of rank he needs to take care of himself to the extreme.
Holding Out For A Hero - Bonus Scenes # 8 – Earth - Alt mode
Jazz stepped into the Ark's rec room and looked around. He was looking for the twins. They were one of the night shift patrols, but that didn't start till 8 o'clock local time. Right now it was about four in the afternoon by this planets local time zone. And since the Autobots had adopted the local time system after allying with the humans; this meant their shift schedules were also adapted into three tiny eight of this-planets-hours shifts. This put the Ark right in the middle of second shift also called the 'Day' shift with four hours still too go. Ah, there they were.
"So have you two had a chance yet to check out the reformat Teletran gave Prowl?"
Sideswipe and Sunstreaker both looked at Jazz as he slid into a seat at the table they were occupying in the Ark's rec room. Then they glanced around to see who was nearby. Grapple, Hoist and Wheeljack were the only other occupants, but on the other side of the room so it was fairly safe to have this discussion here. "From a far."
"From a far." Jazz repeated with sarcastic disappointing disbelief in his tone.
"Jazz, you know we'd love an up close encounter with Prowl's modifications, we really really would." Began Sideswipe
"Especially those door wings." Interrupted Sunstreaker.
Sideswipe nodded in agreement. "Yes definitely, but the slagger has made no indication that he wants that."
"And we're not gonna go fragging him off. It'll probably earn us another trip to the brig."
Jazz smiled. "That's exactly what he needs."
"What?"
"Huh?"
"I said that's what he needs. A good fragging. Mind you, I'm not surprised that he's being so dense, he's never been good at taking care of himself in this regards. Remember, he doesn't do well separating want vs. need. I'll apparently have to see what can be done about this. Who's the third for your patrol team tonight?"
"Smokey."
Jazz smiled "Oh yeah, this might work out nicely. Hey I'll catch you later." Jazz downed the energon he'd brought to the table and headed out. Oh yeah guys, were all gonna be playing with door wings tonight if this works out.
/\/\
"Hey Prowl," Jazz called as he entered the Second's Office. "Smokescreen's in medical with a door wing problem and Ratchet says he'll be unavailable for his shift. Something about a sensor. Prime says you're to take the patrol."
Prowl couldn't hide the surprise that flashed across his features at the announcement. "Prime says I am to take it?"
"Yeah, something about you needing to get out and see the local scenery."
"That hardly sounds like something Prime would say."
"Well I might have given the order a little local flourish." Jazz grinned
"Very well then." Prowl checked who Smokescreen's patrol partners were for the night and grimaced when his processor produced the answer."
"Jazz caught the grimace. "Anything wrong?"
"No."
Jazz cocked his head at the response.
"Really, nothing's wrong. I was just looking who my patrol partners would be."
"Oh? And who are they? Can't be any worse than my last patrol. Mirage of course was fine, but Huffer? How could you assign me Huffer?"
"Would you prefer to have Gears?"
"Huh, thanks I'll pass. So you didn't answer, who're your partners?"
"Sideswipe and Sunstreaker."
Jazz's smile bloomed on his face. "That's great! I mean you haven't spent any time with them since this whole search for energy disaster began and we woke up here. Take and hour out of your patrol and frag yourselves senseless."
"Prowl arched and optic ridge. "Interfacing on duty is not allowed. And even if we were to do such a thing, fragging ourselves senseless is not exactly the thing to do away from the safety of the Ark."
Jazz tipped his head back looking at the ceiling. "Prooowwwl." Before looking back at Prowl. "You need some personal time. I know a patrol shift is not the best way to go about getting it, but you three have the speed to compensate for any playing around and no one will be the wiser about your relationship."
"I am not going to be breaking the rules by taking personal time while on patrol. Nor will I compromise the Autobots, myself or my position by getting involved in a relationship with someone who is not an officer."
"You're already in a relationship with them. Granted its one of the loosest and most strangely defined relationships I have ever come across, all you three have ever done is have some fun in each other's berths whenever your paths cross. But it is something. And neither they nor you have shared your berths with anyone else since hooking up all those vorns ago. So why won't you spend some time with them now? We're going to be stuck here for the foreseeable future. Might as well relax a bit like the rest of the crew."
"I do not wish to open the door to questions about favoritism."
"Okay. First, you, me, and Ratchet know about your interactions with them. Seeing as how Ratchet and Wheeljack have an understanding, I assume he knows as well and I would be surprised if in all his time at Autobase Red Alert never found out, so that makes five of the eight of Primes Command Officers. Then, of the regular officers, Mirage, Hound and Trailbreaker for sure know. Smokescreen probably does as well. And amongst the ranks, besides the twins of course, I'm sure Inferno knows because of Red and Bumblebee of course knows because he's Ops. And none of those I've listed are going to accuse you of favoritism."
"Those are not the ones I would be concerned about."
"Prowl, in the very short time we've been awake you've had the twins in the brig enough times to lay questions of favoritism to rest. You and the twins have never been blatant about what you do. It has always been on the quiet. Now it helps that their twins, so them turning down offers to share a berth is not all that surprising to anyone, everyone just assumes it's the twin bond; but you need to spend some time with them.
Prowl wavered, the chink in his armor that Jazz had managed flashed across his features and Jazz moved to press the his advantage.
"Look it may not be an understanding like Mirage and Hound, but you three have something. Take a break and get reacquainted."
"Thank you I'll consider it."
"Prowler."
"Jazz."
"I mean it Prowl, do it, don't make me pullout the heavy artillery."
Prowl glared at Jazz. "Fine."
"Swear it Prowl."
"You're making me swear to interface with them in?" Prowl questioned in a why am I not surprised tone.
"Tonight, I'm making you swear to do it durring tonight's patrol."
"I already told you it's breaking the rules."
"Prowl. You used to break the rules all the time."
"When I was a youngling!" Prowl exclaimed.
Jazz continued with his patient, I might as well be talking to a child tone "I want you to swear to me you will take an hour out of your patrol tonight for personal time with the twins."
"Fine."
"No, I want you to swear it."
Prowl glared at Jazz.
"There are worse things than being forced to take a voluntary hour of personal time in the middle of a patrol shift Prowl."
"I thought you weren't bringing out the artillery?
Jazz glared "Swear. It." he emphasized.
"Fine. I swear it."
Jazz shook his head and continued the glare. "No, I mean really swear it."
Prowl huffed. "I Prowl, now and forever a warrior of Special Ops, by my spark do swear it."
"Thanks" Jazz said cheerfully as he spun around and slipped out the door with a wave.
/\/\
It was a little past midnight local planet time when Prowl turned off of the empty two lane highway he and the twins were traveling onto a dirt road. To both twins it appeared unmarked with only tall trees lining either side. Luckily it also appeared well maintained.
:Jazz said there is an area we need to check out up here.: Prowl answered to the wordless inquiry Sideswipe sent over the private comm.
:I've never seen a human maintained dirt road in this good of condition. This is as good as the one we maintain to the Ark.:
:It's a logging road. Humans who cut trees for various products maintain this so that their big trucks can get the trees out of the mountains.:
What a relief thought Sideswipe and Sunstreaker offered the same thought through their bond. While they had been awake on this organic planet for a little over six of its months, not even a stellar-cycle in Cybertronian time, it had taken far less time than that for just about everyone to miss their mag plates and realize that some earth alt modes were not designed for all-terrain. On Cybertron a completely metal planet where the majority of the population had mag plates, ground clearance had not been a huge issue. Here on this planet everyone had had to get used to wheels and tires. Wheels and tires meant you had to consider ground clearance. Ground clearance for the twins meant a measly 4.9 inches in human measurements. It was incredibly low to the ground and meant the smallest dip in the road could cause them to bottom out their undercarriages at the speeds they liked to travel and in many cases had to travel. Though Sunstreaker and Sideswipe counted themselves lucky since both Jazz and Mirage as racing models had even less clearance than that. Prowl the lucky mech had a comparatively liberating 6.3 inches. Though he'd lost the oh-so-sleek styling of his Cybertronian alt mode to get it. Still Teletran had compensated with a rather regal root mode both twins agreed.
The new wings on his back seemed to have a hundred times the range of motion as his previous ones. And while the previous ones had been highly sensitive to touch due to the multitude of sensors located in them, they had had little mobility to them. The new ones were larger, broader and constantly flickering this way and that with Prowls moods. The twins couldn't wait to get their hands on them.
If you found a lot of errors, or more than usual, sorry, but this and Bonus #7 are my least favorite of the collecion of HOFAH scraps I'm posting as Bonus scenes and I have not spent much time working with them or cleaning them up. I shall be thrilled if someone likes them as they are.