Author's Notes: This is the second epilogue where Jazz remains dead (no thanks to Megahead). I'm not too sure if eternal separation and the unattained peace of mind when Prowl and Jazz were alive are good contributors to the attempted angst, especially since I thought they would meet up again in the Matrix, but here goes.
I do not own Transformers.
Epilogue 2
A thunderstorm occurred a few days later.
The metal frame of the giant being in the forest had already begun to rust. Being so far away from civilisation, no one would come out to this part of the forest, not even for camping.
It was a good thing. There was no need to cause mass hysteria and create commotion over the finding of the body of a dead giant robot. The body would lay undisturbed, as would the strange markings in the patch of soft soil next to it, sheltered by trees, protected from wind and rain.
The markings were not of any language known on Earth, but to one who knew how to read it, the message was easily understood, and the feeling behind it was one that many humans were familiar with.
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Prowl loves Jazz
Author's Notes 2: I repeat, this is attempt no. 1 at a decent fic.
Reviews and/or criticisms (preferably constructive ones) are welcome. Thank you.
Refracted Imagination, logging out.