Speedwriting Prompt Fills

by Exactlywhat

Well... I found the TF Speedwriting Community on LJ, and sorta kinda maybe started writing some. Figured most of these are pretty much one-shots, and it'd kinda be a waste of space to post them all as separate stories. So, here they are. *Note: this will always be marked as complete (even though it isn't), because every fill is its own story, and this isn't one continuous story.

105. Already Ended

Title: Already Ended

Rating: K+

Continuity: G1

Characters: Prowl, Jazz, Optimus Prime, Megatron

Disclaimer: Don't own

Prompt: 5. Death

::It's time, Jazz,:: Prowl commed.

A silence stretched between them before Jazz answered. ::Okay, then. All's ready.::

Prowl sent back an affirmative.

Explosions rattled the battlefield. Mechs from both sides fell to the ground. Optimus and Megatron, who had been grappling together, collapsed in a tangle of limbs. The Seekers were shot down with deadly accuracy, acid pellets burning through their wings.

"What the frag?" someone shouted.

"WHO SET THOSE CHARGES?" Megatron roared.

"Ah did," Jazz answered, striding from the smoke that stained the air of the battlefield.

"Jazz?" Optimus asked, glancing quizzically at his Third as he untangled himself from his nemesis. "What is going on?"

Prowl appeared from the smoke and walked easily over to his bondmate. "It has been decided," he said, doorwings flicking out. "This battle can go on no longer."

"It's time fer it t' end," Jazz added as Prowl stopped at his side. They both reached out and their fingers twined together.

"Prowl..." Optimus started, staring uncomprehendingly at his Second and Third.

"He is right. It is time for it all to end."

Jazz pulled a small box out of his subspace. It took a moment, but the assembled armies recognized it quickly enough. An old-fashioned detonator.

Recognition, realization bloomed in processors all over the battlefield, and, as mechs rushed toward him, Jazz lifted the detonator and pressed his thumb to the button. Everyone froze.

"It's gone on for too long," Prowl said, shaking his helm, optics over-bright, doorwings twitching erratically.

"Prowl, Jazz, do not do this," Optimus protested, lifting a hand toward them as though he could snatch the detonator from the saboteur's hand.

"Why not, OP?" the visored mech asked, helm tilting to the side. "Why not? 'Cause ya've said oft'n 'nough yerself that this war needs t' end. We're jus' doin' that. Jus' doin' wha'cha said."

"We are ending it," Prowl repeated, and glanced down at their intertwined hands. "It is already ended."

Megatron chose this moment to stride forward, though he stopped a good distance from the two black and whites. "What do you mean?" he snarled.

Blinking, Prowl took a moment to examine the silver warlord. "Exactly what we said. It is already ended. You all only need realize."

"But-" the warlord said, optics widening.

Prowl shook his helm and glanced to his bondmate. Jazz nodded.

A moment later, a black finger tightened, and the small button was pressed.

And then war was over.