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
"text" translated Cybertronian.
~text~ bond/hardline talk
::text:: comm chatter

All or Nothing 3: A Double Life

Jazz hummed softly to himself as the music washed over him. The door was locked, it was the end of the orn, and he was alone and at peace. Music was his comfort, soothing him and inspiring him like few other things in his life.

His older siblings couldn't seem to understand. For them relaxation came in the form of games or companionship. The idea that series of tones and frequencies, melodies and harmony, could bring a sort of peace was something they just couldn't wrap their processors around. And then the part that Jazz couldn't share with most of them, the rush he got from performing, from seeing the effect his music had on the audience. So Jazz had given up trying to explain to most of them, letting them do as they please so long as they left him alone when it was clear that he did not want to be disturbed.

Which meant there was a very short list of mechs who would knock on his door for admittance; his creators, the palace steward, his younger sister Serenity, the Intel officer in charge of Sirenis or one of his friends. And any of those, save the last, was worthy of his immediate attention, despite his desire to be alone at the moment.

Sighing, Jazz stood, pausing just long enough to work out a kink that had been forming in a shoulder cable anyway before keying the door open.

"Lord Jazz," Agent Quickwit bowed politely. "If you have a moment, there is a matter you should be aware of."

"'Course I do." Jazz stepped back and motioned him in. Anything that would bring Quickwit to his door this late in the orn was more urgent than the agent's calm exterior revealed, and Jazz was rather fond of his other identity.

If there was something that threatened Sirenis he wanted to know about it as soon as possible.

"Thank you, Lord Jazz," Quickwit inclined his head, waiting for the door to close and be locked. "Do you recall Lord Prowl of Praxus, the youngest creation of the ruling family?"

Jazz paused for a moment, then nodded and frowned. The young mech from the reception the other night, the one Jazz had turned down. He had thought the young mech had taken the rejection well enough. "Yes. Why?"

"He has begun a remarkably thorough investigation of Sirenis, both through his agents and his own effort," Quickwit explained. "While your cover remains solid, it was not intended to bear this level of scrutiny for long. If he maintains his interest, he will work out that Sirenis is not a real mech within the decaorn, though I do not believe he will actually link him to you. I have done what I can without authorization for more direct action."

Jazz nodded, sitting back down as he considered this information. The loss of his other identity, so long as it was not traced back to him, would not have any serious ramifications. A new one could, in theory, be created over time. It was just something Jazz would rather not have to deal with. "What would you recommend doin'?"'

The agent, always forthright and nearly fearless in his recommendations, actually hesitated.

"From what has been gathered, he is infatuated with Sirenis," Quickwit said quietly. "I would recommend indulging him, at least once. It is unlikely he will persist in digging if Sirenis is willing to see him. This has all the appearances of a pre-courting study. He has enough to satisfy those needs. His persistence now appears to an effort to decide what to do rather than an actual need for it."

"Courting study?" Jazz repeated, that being something he had not expected. He sighed, optics flickering. "I need to get that fixed soon, then. Any sign he actually wants to see Sirenis again?"

"If the Praxus Palace scuttlebutt is anything to go by, a formal request will be delivered in the next few orns. It seems his family approves, at least in general. But then, his carrier has always been very fond of Sirenis. I have a reasonably complete profile of Lord Prowl if you wish to read it," Quickwit offered.

Jazz nodded. "Yea, I do." This was a new problem. Now he would need to figure out a way to discourage the young Lord's interest if it did persist. Sirenis was someone who could not be caught in a relationship. Accepting the invitation that was supposed to be coming could go two ways.

"Ya said his family approves, in general?" Jazz paused in his skimming of the report to look at one of the few Intel agents he had contact with.

"Yes," Quickwit sounded sure of that at least. "His creators, Pele and Pala, Bluestreak, Impact and Tango have all been open with their approval. Far more openly than Prowl himself. Those who have grumbled have not said anything against Sirenis or Prowl courting a commoner. It has more a feel of disapproving of Prowl with anyone or general grumbling. I have no doubt that Prowl will receive support from his family in this."

"If they're gonna encourage this..." Jazz laid aside the report, thinking. He needed to talk to someone. When he had created Sirenis the possibility of a noble pursing the musician was not a scenario he had imagined.

"Only if Lord Prowl wishes to, from what I have gathered," Quickwit tried to be reassuring without glossing over anything. "Perhaps you will find him to your liking when he's matured a bit."

Jazz laughed softly. "He's not interested in me. If the invitation comes, Sirenis will see him again. And we'll see where it goes from there."

"To my knowledge, Lord Prowl and Lord Jazz have never met," Quickwit smiled suggestively as he stood. "I will deliver the invitation if it arrives. Until then, my Lord," he bowed respectfully.

"Until then." Jazz nodded, still distracted.

It was true that Lord Prowl had never met Lord Jazz. And Jazz did not foresee any chance of them having a reason to meet in the future, nor was there a reason to try and arrange a meeting between the two.

Sirenis was scheduled to perform in Praxus again soon, so there was a good chance that even if a private invitation did not come the singer would encounter the young lord again.

Either way Jazz was reaching the conclusion that his best option was to wait for Lord Prowl to make the next move, whatever that move would prove to be.