Title: Speechless
Rating: K+
Continuity: G1
Characters: Prowl, Jazz
Disclaimer: Don't own
Prompt: 3. Rendered speechless
They hadn't known it was possible. Sure, when he crashed, he was quiet, and he used a minimum number of words most of the time anyways, but...
To render Prowl speechless was...
Well. It sort of rendered them speechless also.
It had been an ordinary day. Wheeljack blew himself up no less than three times, Ratchet threw a few wrenches, Prowl made plans, Optimus wrote speeches and was his usual noble self, Sideswipe pranked everyone he could get his hands on, Sunstreaker whined about his polish, Mirage was walking around invisible, and Jazz was planning a party.
Just a normal, Friday night party, with no real reason as to why, other than, "it's Friday night, we aren't busy (as long as the 'Cons don't attack), and, well, why not?"
Then, things started taking a turn for the strange. Jazz managed to convince Prowl to attend. No one was quite sure how, and they were pretty sure they didn't want to know.
So, Prowl sat in a corner booth, deep in the shadows, and everyone forgot he was there.
Until, of course, Jazz made a scene.
Or rather, a serenade.
With, of all things, a Disney song.
The music started, and Bluestreak (who had a penchant for such things) and Bumblebee (who had seen many movies in his time watching the Witwicky's children) exchanged amused, rather frightened glances. They recognized it.
"All those days, watching from the windows, all those years, outside looking in. All that time, never even knowing just how blind I'd been," he crooned, and the room was silent save for the faint background music and his voice.
Prowl was staring, gold optics wide, doorwings stiff and quivering. This had happened before, though no one here save for himself and Jazz knew of it.
"Now I'm here, blinking in the starlight. Now I'm here, and suddenly, I see. Standing here, it's oh so clear, I'm where I'm meant to be!" Jazz sung, slowly striding toward his fellow black and white.
Prowl stared some more, watching with pale optics as Jazz moved toward him.
"And at last I see the light, and its like the fog has lifted. And at last I see the light, and it's like the sky is new. And it's warm and real and bright, and the world has somehow shifted. All at once, everything looks different, now that I see you," Jazz hummed, sidling up next to Prowl, tucking himself under the warm arm and wide doorwing.
The music continued playing for a moment as the two stared at each other. Then, the crowd was even further rendered speechless.
Because Prowl was smiling.
And Prowl was singing.
And Prowl didn't sound half bad.
"All those days, chasing down a daydream. All those years, living in a blur," the Praxian practically trilled, looking down at Jazz, a soft light in his optics, a warm smile on his face. "All that time, never truly seeing things the way they were. Now you're here, shining in the starlight. Now you're here, suddenly I know. If you're here, it's crystal clear, I'm where I'm meant to go."
The music reached a crescendo, and Jazz's smile widened.
"And at last I see the light," they both sang.
"And it's like the fog has lifted," Prowl sang alone.
"And at last I see the light," they again sang together.
"And it's like the sky is new," Jazz crooned.
"And it's warm and real and bright, and the world has somehow shifted," they hummed together. "All at once, everything looks different now that I see you. Now that I see you," they finished. Prowl tightened his arm around Jazz, and Jazz snuggled deeper into the taller mech's side.
The rest of the Rec Room watched in stunned silence. Their relationship wasn't a secret. Things like that couldn't be hidden from a crew like that of the Arc. But Prowl was never this obvious about it. Never allowed Jazz to hold or touch or kiss him in public.
And now, a public serenade, that he participated in?
"What... What brought that on?" Sunstreaker finally managed.
Prowl blinked, glancing up from where his optics had locked with Jazz's visor, and smirked. He said nothing, though. Neither did Jazz.
And they never would.