Title: Trophy
Rating: K+
Continuity: G1ish
Characters: Optimus Prime, Prowl, Jazz
Disclaimer: Don't own
Prompt: 4. Well earned trophy/trophies
March 9, 2013
There were few sights as strange as this one, as every Autobot (and probably most Decepticons) would testify, as the one everyone was presented with as they gathered after a battle.
Prowl stood at the right side of the Prime, with Jazz standing on the opposite side. Smoke and fire roiled behind them. They looked like avenging, metal angels come to the mortal world, raining down fire on any who opposed them.
But that wasn't odd. That was actually quite a common sight. Common enough that for most, they no longer felt the sense of awe it had once provoked.
No, what was strange was the Second in Command. Or, more accurately, his expression. And what he was carrying.
For Prowl, the stick-up-the-aft, walking rulebook was smirking.
And he was carrying Megatron's fusion cannon.
The Autobots watched, stunned, as Jazz leaned over and lay a solid kiss on Prowl's lips – and practically crashed as Prowl returned it, instead of pushing the mech away like he normally would have.
"Heh. Seein' ya like that, Prowler..." the saboteur said with a smirk, and Prowl smirked right back.
"Well, I did defeat Megatron. I do believe I have earned whatever rewards I wish. And you, my dear Jazz, make a very excellent trophy."
Jazz grinned as several mechs around them gave into the temptation and crashed.
Optimus Prime just shook his helm. "The mechs I work with..."