Title: Stereotypes
Rating: K+
Continuity: G1?
Characters: Optimus Prime, Prowl, Jazz
Disclaimer: Don't own. Still.
Prompt: 4. An unwilling hero
"I never wanted the Matrix," Optimus Prime said slowly, fighting off the haze high-grade induced. "Never wanted to be Prime."
"No?" Prowl asked, the only sign of his charge the twitching doorwings and over-bright optics. Which could have been attributed to the silver saboteur stroking them, but the other two mechs knew that wasn't the case.
"No," the Prime confirmed. "I was chosen for it, but I never wanted it. I was just a dock worker."
"Yeah, we know. Ya've told us a'fore."
Optimus nodded slowly, optics flickering. "Right."
Prowl chuckled. "Yet you are still the best Prime we have lived through. You were the right choice."
The Leader of the Autobots snorted and knocked back the last of his seventh cube of high-grade. Jazz giggled and swayed drunkenly as he did the same.
"So, ya're th' unwillin' hero o' our story? Never woulda pinned that on ya, Prime; yer so... confident. Heh. Ya know that'd make me 'n' Prowler yer trusty sidekicks 'n' believers. Prowler's th' teacher, 'n' Ah'm the playful one who's always gettin' ya inta trouble."
Prowl rolled his optics. "Stop comparing us to those human stories, Jazz. It is ridiculous."
Jazz just shrugged and grinned as he grabbed another cube.
