Fandom: Transformers G1
Author: gatekat and starshield on LJ
Pairing: Jazz(Sirenis)/Prowl
Rating: PG-13
Codes: AU, Slash
Summary:
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Notes: klik = 1 minute; breem = 8.3 minutes; joor = 1.2 hours; orn = day/32 joor; metacycle = 6 (5.9285) years; vorn = 83 years/14 metacycles
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All or Nothing 2: It's Not Healthy
"You need to take a break. This isn't healthy." Impact insisted, arms crossed as she confronted her youngest sibling head on. Prowl had not stopped working on whatever project had caught his attention since the orn when their creator had arranged the performance by Sirenis.
It was not usual for something to catch Prowl's attention and consume him, but this time it was starting to border on excessive, consuming him to the point that the rest of his family had noticed and was concerned. The fact that Prowl seemed set on ignoring their concern for his well-being, also not that unusual, was irritating.
"My purpose in functioning is not healthy," he pointed out quietly, calmly, doing his habitual impression of a drone.
Impact made a rude sound and almost gave him one more chance, something that would have been heeded by any of her other siblings. Then she remembered exactly who she was dealing with and just went for the direct approach. It was the only way to deal with Prowl.
Reaching out she latched on to a doorwing, pinching it in a location that would cause extreme discomfort without temporarily incapacitating her sibling or leaving any actual damage. "There is nothing going on so important that you can't join the rest of us to refuel every now and then. And you make your functioning rather more difficult than it needs to be."
Prowl swung his head towards her with a deadly glare, but stood and complied with the movements her skilled fingers demanded with the smallest of shifts.
"Very well," he grumbled. "I will refuel with the family if you wish. Now let my wing go."
Satisfied that she was getting the result she wanted, if not with the attitude she desired, Impact released his doorwing before glancing curiously at Prowl's current project. "What's got you so distracted anyway?"
"Sirenis," he answered with the blunt honesty that he always displayed when he wasn't hiding something. "Something isn't right."
The answer actually caught Impact off guard, even as familiar as she was with her sibling's occasional obsessions. "Sirenis? As in the musician that was there the other orn? What can be so not 'right' about a musician, and a very talented one at that?"
"Yes, the musician that came two decaorns and one orn ago," Prowl responded as they moved with easy grace through the palace corridors. "I do not know what is wrong. Only that something is."
"Is this because he turned you down?"
He actually paused at that, giving the question his absolute, undivided attention. His icy blue optics unfocused, dimming as everything was routed to his tactical computer. Even with her advanced medical knowledge of exactly why he acted this way, it was creepy to watch.
Prowl came back after a quarter klik and looked at her. "Very little. My response to him is the primary factor."
"Your response to him?" Impact repeated, digging for a little more information. While it was unusual for Prowl to take interest in things outside of his work, and even more rare for him to interest in an individual, it had happened on occasion in the past.
None of them had driven him to this level of obsession.
It rarely ended well for either party involved.
Prowl began to walk again, only giving her glance as he answered. "I have never desired to possess before."
Stunned, Impact simply stared at the departing back of her brother, unsure how to address the one response she was not expecting. She was still standing stock still when he paused and looked over his shoulder in a silent question as to why she was not keeping up.
She knew what she had heard; her processor was simply still in denial as she sped up to join him. "Care to explain that in detail?"
Prowl cocked his head slightly, regarding her as they began to walk in step again. "There is little to explain. I want him to be mine. His absence is an irritant to my systems. The thought..." his hands clenched into fists more suited to Springer, the most militant of the siblings, before he forced himself to relax his hands. "No thought should be able to activate combat protocols. I would extinguish another to have him."
Impact nodded as she listened, starting to understand what was wrong with her brother, and not sure what to do about it. If it were anyone else she would not worry so, sure that it would pass eventually or work itself out. With Prowl ... he really didn't do 'mild' no matter the context.
"You, little brother, are in love with that musician," she finally told him.
"Ridiculous," Prowl countered, nearly on reflex. "I barely know him. How can I be in love with someone I haven't spoken with more than breem?"
The femme just smiled, knowing that the answer would only confuse her brother, for there was no reason to it, no numbers or parameters that he could apply with which to analyze it. "Love does not make sense."
That earned a growl from his engine; pure frustration at something he'd been told repeatedly and still had no grasp of. He hated not understanding with a passion few things could rival.
"Everything makes sense if you know what it is," he countered, the beginnings of an argument they'd been having in some version or another since he was a young sparkling.
Judging by the angle of his doorwings as they entered the family dinning hall, he was perfectly willing to continue this one at the table with their immediate family around Impact noted with a tiny bit of relief. If nothing else, Prowl was not ashamed of the line of questioning as so many first timers were.
It also brought a smile to her face. If this continued Prowl might very well find out what love was, something that would be welcome relief to his family. It might also finally bring an end to this particular ongoing argument. It Prowl learned what love was he might very well understand it and win the argument. Or Prowl would learn what love is, and come to realize that there are some things in life that defy logic and reason no matter how hard you try to apply them.
For now a little normal might be a comfort to everyone, until she could share what she had learned with someone who could help Prowl better than she. "So you keep insisting, brother..."
"And will continue to insist until there is better proof than my lack of results," he said tartly.
Despite the tone, doorwings all around the room flickered in various levels of relief at the welcome normality of it. Prowl may not be in a good mood, but he was in a normal one at least.
"What's the subject matter this time?" Tracks, the eldest creation and next Lord of Praxus, asked with an amused smile.
"Whether or not there are things that never make sense." Impact replied as she rounded the table and took a seat, willing to extend the normal for as long as possible. She watched as Prowl found his place across from Tracks at Cloud's left side. A seat that was empty more often than not.
"Which one?" Tracks asked with a teasing glint in his optics. While everyone else might think Prowl was the most difficult to manage or be around, he found his youngest sibling the easiest of the lot to manage. Though he dreaded the orn when Prowl matured enough to take a real look at politics and begin playing the game. Youngest of a huge family or not, Tracks had no doubt that Prowl could become the next Lord of Praxus if he set his processors on it.
"Love," Prowl answered before she could. "She seems to be under the impression I'm in love."
Impact twitched, not having planned on revealing her discovery just yet. But if Prowl was going to throw it into the open, so be it. "He is, he just doesn't know it yet."
Most of the table, even a couple servants moving to deliver the confections that began the meal, froze in various levels of shock.
Lord Crystal was the first to recover and ask. "Why?"
Impact reached for some of the energon as the servants regained their senses and delivered it. "He has been focused on the same thing for the last two decaorn. That is a record, even for him."
"There are always new records," Prowl pointed out with annoyance and served himself several of the green confections, high in oxygenated copper.
"Who are you fixated on?" Lady Cloud asked, her voice dropping to an excited coo.
"The musician, Sirenis," Prowl told her.
The declaration brought out mixed reactions. The twins who had been encouraging him that evening looked thoroughly pleased with themselves, Springer had his trademark scowl, Tracks gave a small, careful smile. He was ready to accept it, but only if their creators approved.
Said creators were glowing, Lord Crystal in particular.
"That is wonderful," Lady Cloud reached over to hug Prowl, much to his tolerant dismay.
"Sparker, it is Impact's theory," Prowl tried not to growl as he squirmed out of Cloud's arms. "I do not agree with her."
"And how often are my theories wrong on things like this?" Impact asked, addressing Prowl but glaring at Springer. While she was not going to admit it just yet, it was a relief to her that someone finally seemed to have found their way to her brother's spark that was not family.
There was still a chance that this would not end well. There was also a chance, however small, that whatever was bothering Prowl would be solved to his satisfaction and nothing more would come of the matter. But while she cared for all of her siblings, she had a particular soft spot for Prowl, and as much as she teased him she hoped it would all work out in the end.
"9.281483% of the time," he answered without so much as a pause. "What you have yet to offer is anything to do about it."
"I was not aware it was my responsibility to find solutions to your problems." Impact shot back. "But if you insist- see him again." That was the only way to find out if it the musician that Prowl was attracted to, or the puzzle that her brother believed the mech presented.
"You are the one who believed it a problem," Prowl snapped before he gathered himself and glared at her. "Considering our first encounter, there is little chance a second would go any better."
She ignored the first part of his response. "You won't know unless you try. Getting to know someone is a lot different than claiming them. You might actually surprise yourself."
"Maybe he doesn't want anything more than a claim," Springer grumbled at her. "Not everyone is into that romance slag."
"Hush," Lady Cloud gently chastised her militant creation. "There's someone for everyone, even you. I doubt a simple claim would last this long."
"There are some orns you are just as dense as he is." Impact added, moving on to another target.
For his part, Prowl was grateful to see the conversation wander away from him and fixed his attention on fueling and keeping himself out of the family spotlight while everyone else traded love stories. He cataloged them, recorded for later analysis. He had nothing to add, though, so he kept quiet.