Title: Hooky
Rating: K
Continuity: G1-Movieverse mashup. Mostly G1, though.
Characters: Optimus, Prowl, Jazz
Disclaimer: Don't own.
Prompt: Playing Hooky
Notes: I… don't really know what happened with this. I had a plot all sorted out and ready to go, and then Prowl went and decided that he and Jazz were going to race, and no Decepticons would show up after all (which is probably good, because if they had, it would have probably turned into like, a snowball fight or philosophical discussion or something.)

Optimus surveyed the room, optics skipping over each of the assembled mechs, noting, with a slight bit of humor, the two absences.

After a moment, he let a burst of static from his vocalizer. Immediately, everyone turned to face him. "It seems Prowl and Jazz will not be joining us for this meeting. Ratchet, I believe you were going to start us off?"

The medic hesitated, glancing around, then stood and began his report.

. . .oOo.

Prowl looked longingly back at the Ark. "Jazz, please, we're missing the meeting!"

"Ain't like ya already know everythin' that they're gonna say, Prowlie-bot. Ah know they all give ya reports a'fore th' actual meetin'."

Prowl scowled. "My name is 'Prowl,' Jazz. And even so, it is prudent to be there during the meeting. Were they to present something new-"

"Ya know that ain't ever happened."

"-or not, it is a show of courtesy to the Prime."

Jazz just chuckled. "Ya know he's always gettin' on ya t' take a break. Well, here's your break!"

Prowl just frowned again

The saboteur vented and shook his head.. "C'mon, Prowlie-bot," he said with a small smile. "We're s'posed t' be havin' fun."

"I thought we were skipping a very important meeting."

"Hey now, nothin' super urgent's goin' down, they ain't got no need fo' us t'day. Let's jus' relax an' enjoy the road."

With a low growl, Prowl folded himself into alt-mode and sat idling on the dirt track that led from the entrance of the Ark to the nearest road. Jazz smiled and joined him. As soon as the saboteur was settled on his tires, he took off, slush flinging in all directions as he sped away from the Ark..

::C'mon Prowler! Ah know ya can keep up!:: he commed, laughing.

Reluctantly, Prowl pulled out after him.

Jazz led them down the long highway and into the outskirts of the city, where he proceeded to drive aimlessly through the suburbs, slowing to look at the larger light shows, but never going a mile above the low speed limit. Prowl trailed after,engine rumbling threateningly, lights giving the occasional flash.

::Prowler, please?:: Jazz pleaded after about half an hourl ::Ah just wanted t' have some fun with you.::

Prowl said nothing for a moment. ::You know I do not like being take away from my work.::

A low vent sounded across the comms. ::Ya've been so busy lately, though. Only come back to our quarters after Ah'm already in recharge 'n leavin' a'fore I get up. Ya've been kickin' me out of yer office whenever I stop by… I miss ya, Prowlie-bot.::

The tactician idled on the road for a moment before reversing and pulling into a three-point-turn.

::Jazz. Follow me, please.::

Dejected, the saboteur did so. They wound back through the city, then out of it. The highway was deserted, and Prowl stopped, staring down the long, flat stretch. Jazz pulled in beside him.

They simply sat for a moment, watching as fat globs of snow fell from the sky. Then, Prowl revved his engine and took off, fishtailing down the empty highway.

Jazz stared, stunned, then whooped and took off after his mate.

. . .oOo.

Optimus was there to greet them when they stumbled back to the Ark, caked with snow, slush, and mud. Prowl's doorwings were twitching periodically, and Jazz's engine was rumbling in a low idle.

"I trust you had a good drive?" the Prime asked, smiling behind his mask.

"Yup," Jazz said with a grin. "Now, Ah think it's time t' get all'a this organic stuff off'a us."

Optimus nodded and stepped out of the way, still smiling. The couple walked into the Ark side by side, hands brushing every other step. The Prime's smile widened when he caught a glimpse of Jazz snagging Prowl's fingers in his own before the two turned the corner.