gimme_chan

Theres None So Blind As Those Who Will Not See

2009-11-16T23:12:25Z

Title: There's none so blind as those who will not see
Rating: R or Mature (I always play on the safe side)
Pairings: Red Alert/Inferno
Characters: Red Alert, Optimus, Jazz, Ironhide
Warnings: Gets a little hot and heavy at times nothing bad in this one
Universe: G1
Summary: Red Alert joins Optimus's team

Thanks to everyone whose read and reviewed! I really really really appreciate it! :)
Alright! Chapter 8 and we are back tracking!
This is a few years before Prowl comes to the base. I'm a fan of the Red Alert/Inferno pairing, they are just too cute! So of course they get their own chapters. Through these chapters we'll actually get to see Prowl and Jazz first meet but not for another couple of chapters. Right now its about what Red Alert has gone through, becomes Security Director, and eventually meets Inferno.

“Vorn” about 1 year, “Stellarcycle” about 6 months, “Decacycle” about 1 week, “Cycle” about 1 day, “Orn” about an hour, “Breem” about a minute
Chapter 8

He hated these introductory meetings. Hated, hated, hated. It always made him feel as if he were on display. Placed in front of a group to be looked at, judged, and sized up. A nice little visual to go along with the rumors they might have heard about him.
Whole place was probably teeming with rumors about him by now if they hadn‘t already been circulating prior to his arrival.
What did they know anyway.
He felt uncomfortable and out of place. Why’d they have to meet in such a large room anyway? There weren’t THAT many senior officers to accommodate.
He wanted this to be OVER so he could go where he did feel comfortable. A room that was smaller…..and filled with monitors. Brightly lit screens that soothed him and provided comfort by showing him everything he needed to see at any given time, from any angle, any where on the base. Or would once he fully took over and turned the current security system into a proper security system.
Red Alert chanced another quick glance around the table. He knew of these mechs but didn’t actually know most of them. Jazz, Ironhide, Range, Smokescreen, Ratchet, Dodger……Prime.
He still felt a mixture of embarrassment and shock over the whole strange ordeal of Prime contacting him to request his transfer.
He had received an “official” communiqué sent only to him from “The Prime” who was requesting an audience with him…..riiiiiight, because The Prime, Leader and Commander of all Autobots, had nothing better to do than to hold an “audience” with a glitch at a small lookout base nestled in the middle of no where. Red Alert had no doubt this was but another prank being pulled on him. Those fraggers….
He had tried to take apart and trace the message but couldn’t find anything other than Primes encryption code. Unable to pinpoint the culprit, he had promptly sent a response that hacking into, hijacking, and/or mimicking The Primes or any other officers encryption codes was against all protocols and was punishable by brig time or worse.
The message had bothered him. He was skilled and didn’t like that he couldn’t track down the hacker like he usually could. Video communications were currently banned thanks to Decepticons intercepting and altering the video and audio feeds thus the encryption code signatures had been put into place, for now anyway. These were harder to hack into and alter but most importantly the majority of communications slipped easily through any Decepticon interception.
Just as he had decided to put the obvious prank from his mind and focus on work, another communiqué arrived for him. Once again claiming to be “official” and once again stating that The Prime was requesting an audience with him. Irritated, he sent back the same response he had before adding to it that he would be filing a report about this prank and when the creator of this communication was found they would be held accountable for their actions.
By the end of the decacycle these communications had continued back and forth and what patience he had was lost. The prank had served its purpose, ha ha ha, and now the individual was running it into the ground. In an attempt to end the game, Red Alert bluntly stated that should The Prime wish to speak with him he could very well show up at the base himself and address him mech to mech. He couldn’t have been happier when two cycles pasted without further communication sent to him. Good, he had better things to do than deal with than stupid pranks.
However, that happiness was short lived quickly vanishing when an unannounced ship landed at their base not a decacycle later. He knew that ship….every mech knew that ship. A feeling of dread began to creep into him as he watched on the monitors, the doors of the ship open….and then The Prime walked out.
Disbelieving, he watched with wide optics as his superiors ran out to meet him. Panic touched his processor as he watched the screens, the last communication he had responded to drifted unbidden to mind.…no, no, no, this…this had to be a coincidence. This had nothing to do with him or those communiqués. There was no way The Prime would ever want to speak with him.
Jerking slightly from surprise, he looked down as a message chimed for his attention on his computer. A message from his superiors….informing him that he was to meet with The Prime in one of the private meeting rooms.
His head fell into his hands. What had he done!? Any panic he had been trying to subdue or hold back unleashed itself and flooded his processor.
He was dead mech, that’s all there was to it. He’d walk into that room and Prime would deactivate him where he stood. Or if deactivating him wasn’t on The Primes agenda then surely Prime would throw him in the brig for insubordination, forever and ever. Brig…Primus, he’d threatened to throw the sender, PRIME, in the brig over those communications! Slag, how many direct orders had he completely disregarded in those communiqués!?
Red Alert started almost violently, ripped from this thoughts, as the security room door was flung open and his superior stepped in, hissing, “Red Alert! Get off your aft! Optimus Prime is in the meeting room, do not keep him waiting!”
Red Alert quickly stood, “I’m going!” he all but snarled back. He picked through and gathered a few data pads. He had no idea what he was going to do with them but it gave the appearance he knew what he was doing. Data pads in hand he brushed past his superior, who had yet to lose that ‘I don’t approve of you’ look he’d had since Red Alerts transfer there over eight vorns ago.
“Fragging glitch.”
He heard his superior mutter before walking the other way. Red Alert flinched as he walked toward the meeting room. What if that’s what Prime was thinking? He got a sudden sick sinking feeling. What if Prime was here to drive home a point? Glitches can’t do proper work. Can’t hold positions of responsibility. What if Prime had every intention of relieving him of his duty here?
Sure the base was in the middle of no where and he didn’t like a single mech stationed here with him but he was working security. Its what he loved to do. Its what he had always been good at. Sentinel Prime had sent him here to keep him quiet and out of the way . He should have felt grateful toward Sentinel Prime for that, not all glitches were allowed such luxuries….of course not all of them had been willing to lower themselves to begging like he had.
Red Alert stood in front of the meeting room door attempting to give himself a moment to calm down. As he stood there he was reminded of the last time he stood before The Prime. Sentinel Prime….and Red Alert had had to beg for a position no one else wanted. Sentinel Prime barely tolerated glitches and he had found Red Alerts personality abrasive and his sensitive glitch particularly intolerable.
Sentinel Prime had made him beg….but he won’t do it again. No matter what happened in this meeting, he would not stoop to begging, not again, not with this Prime.
New found resolve and what bravery he could dredge up in place, he cycling the door open and stepped in.
Prime sat on the opposite side of the table. He took a good look at his Leader…..Primus, he was big! Red Alert was instantly surprised to see the Second in Command, Dodger, was not with him. In Dodgers place sat one grinning visored mech.
He walked forward to take his seat opposite his Superiors. Red Alert had met the visored mech, Jazz, before. They had worked together vorns ago but Jazz had pretty much disappeared since then. He had thought, given Jazz’s line of work, that maybe the Ops mech had met his demise. Clearly not.
Jazz was beaming a friendly smile as he neared them but Red Alert knew better than to be taken in by the charmer. He knew what Jazz what capable of and those cheerful features and that lazy manner of his should be taken purely at face value. Only an idiot would believe what their optics saw when it came to Jazz.
Red Alert took his seat, careful to look as calm and professional as possible. Prime gazed down at him.
“Thank you for seeing me on such short notice.”
“Not at all, Sir.”
Red Alert dropped his gaze to the table, best to get it out now and be over and done with it,
“Sir, I want to apologize. About the communiqués --”
But Prime stopped him, “No apologies needed. I was only recently made aware of the extent of the communiqués sent back and forth between you and……the individual I had asked to formally contact you.” Prime gave a short lived half hearted glare to the mech sitting next to him. Jazz simply kept on smiling. Prime turned his gaze back to Red Alert,
“I sincerely hope the communiqués were not too bothersome and did not take away from your work.”
Red Alert looked him in the optics and didn’t find a hint of malice, sarcasm, impatience, or mockery and could only respond with a meek “No.”
Prime leaned forward on the table and continued, “Good. Now, I’ve asked you here because you have skills and experience that I think would make you a valuable member to add to my unit.”
Red Alert frowned, “What unit would that be, Sir?”
Red Alert readied himself, if Prime thought he was going to join some nonsense charitable “glitch” unit then he had another thing coming.
“My unit, my team at headquarters.”
Red Alert simple gave a blank look.
“I’d like to place you in the position of Senior Security Director.”
Red Alert nearly locked up in shock.
“S-Senior Security Director?”
Prime gave a nod, “Yes, you’ve come highly recommended. Would you be interested or willing to take this position?”
Red Alert had to think for a moment. This was huge! To be offered a position of this magnitude was almost beyond comprehension. Of course if he accepted he’d go up before the panel of senior officers, interviews and tests would be conducted. A long and lengthy process….but if he even had a shot at it….
He looked up at Prime with a small grin and nodded, “Yes.”
“Yes?”
“Yes.”
Primes optics seemed to brighten, “Excellent.” Prime stood, leaning over the table to shake Red Alerts hand, “Welcome to the team.” Red Alert smiled, eagerly returning the hand shake. Prime stepped away from the table,
“Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ll inform your supervisors of your departure and arrange for your replacement.”
Red Alert looked at Prime in shock, “De-departure?”
Prime looked at him and nodded, “Yes.” Then he turned to Jazz, “Jazz, aid Red Alert in collecting and packing his personal things. We leave as soon as your done.” Prime walked around the table and patted Red Alert on the shoulder, “Thank you for accepting, its good to have you with us.” Then Prime walked out of the room, leaving one shocked Red Alert staring after him.
Red Alert shook his head as he started at the doorway, “This…this isn’t…” He turned back to Jazz, “This isn’t how its done!” He started at the doorway again before turning back to Jazz, “There..there..there are tests and…and interviews….I…..Is this a joke??”
Jazz gave a small laugh, “No joke, Red!”
“Red?”
“Yep.” Jazz stood, “Ya one of us now, Red. Come on, lets get your stuff and get ya outta here.”
Red Alert shook his head, “No, no, this isn’t how its done. There’s a whole list of procedures that need to be -”
“Don’ worry ‘bout none of that, Red. Primes taken care of it. As of right now, you our new Security Director.”
“But this is completely unorthodox!”
Jazz rounded the table, “Yep. Prime’s not playin’ the bureaucratic games Sentinel did. Optimus wants results, he ain’t interested in Autobot politics or playin' favorites.”
Jazz reach down and tugged Red Alert up from the chair, slinging an arm around his shoulders as he lead Red Alert out of the meeting room and down the hall, “Alright then, now that that’s all settled -”
“Its not all settled, Jazz. There are set ways of going about this. One can’t simply say they’re going to put someone in a position and then do so and that’s the end of it.”
“Optimus can. He’s Prime. That’s what Primes do. You should know that, Red. Sentinel put you here.”
Red Alert looked down, “That was different.”
Jazz glanced at him out of the corner of this visor, “No, it wasn’t.”
Jazz looked down the hall, “So, which one’s your quarters?”
Red Alert pointed behind them, “My quarters, there….back that way.”
“Oh.” Jazz turned them around, arm still slung over Red Alerts shoulders as they walked back down the hall, “Ya gonna like it at headquarters, mechs there are great. Might see a few familiar faces too.”
Red Alert didn’t make any comment as he stopped them and punched in the code to his quarters. Jazz finally released him in favor of looking around his room.
“Ya got your own private quarters, huh? Nice. Usually in places like these everyone has a roommate.”
Red Alert started pulling data pads from a shelf, “I had a roommate, Jazz, but he refused to share a space with a glitch. My supervisors saw it as a valid argument and reassigned him to a new room. They never assigned me a new roommate because they didn’t see any point in it.”
Jazz fell silent as Red Alert continued to pull data pads from the shelf, stacking them on his berth. After a moment Jazz walked over to where Red Alert was and leaned against the data file case, falling into Red Alerts line of vision “So, what needs packing?”
Red Alert was thankful he didn’t collect too much and with both he and Jazz packing the job was done in a little over an orn. Eight vorns of living there and all he had to show for it was two crates full of data pads and personal items. Jazz had left to tell Prime they were just about ready to go.
Red Alert looked around the now barren quarters, an unsure feeling creeping up on him. It wasn’t that he would miss this place, he had simply gotten use to it here. Now he’d have to get use to how things would be at the new base. A whole new set of stress factors. He sighed into the empty room and hoped they had an excellent medic at headquarters.
Not wanting to wait on Jazz, Red Alert picked up one crate and headed to the docking area. He didn’t run into a single mech, whether they were ignoring him or actually busy it didn’t matter, he had no friends here to say goodbye to. Setting the crate on the docking area he went back for the second one, locking his door behind him one last time.
He set the second crate down by the first and looked at Primes ship. He was thankful to be leaving this place but nervous about what awaited him. If he was treated like this at some small lookout post how would senior officers treat him. Jazz didn’t count, he was friendly with everyone.
“Red Alert?”
Red Alert turned in the direction of the voice seeing a large red mech walking toward him, “Yes?”
The mech grinned as he walked over to him and Red Alert was forced to look up at him, the mech was nearly as tall as Prime.
“Hello,” the mech held out a hand in welcome, Red Alert reached out to shake hands and quickly found himself caught in a strong warrior style handshake, “Nice ta meet yah, Red Alert. Name’s Ironhide, Weapons Specialist. Welcome to the team, I’ve heard good things about yah.”
Red Alert could feel his face give something between a grin and a wince as he subtly tried to pull his arm and hand free while trying to show gratitude for the friendly welcome. It hadn’t been expected.
“Thank you. I’m-I’m honored to be part.”
Looking down at the crates by Red Alert, Ironhide finally released him, “Here, lemme give yah a hand with these.”
Red Alert tried to protest but Ironhide wouldn’t hear of it as he lifted one of the crates, “Nonsense, yah just relax fer now cause once yah all settled in ya’ll have work up to yer optics to deal with.” There was a teasing tone to his voice but the mech wore a smile that was friendly and open.
Red Alert allowed himself to give a small smile back, “Thank you.” So far, this wasn’t so bad.
“Hey, Red!” Red Alert and Ironhide looked over to see Jazz trotting over to them, “Ya want some help?”
Before Red Alert could speak Ironhide turned fully toward Jazz.
“Yeah, here.” Ironhide placed the crate he’d been holding in Jazz’s hands, keeping hold of the opposite end, “Try to remember you’re an officer, Jazz, and therefore act like one. There’s no need ta bellow from across a room so everyone’s attention is on yah. And go easy on th’ nicknames,” Ironhide shoved the box fully into Jazz’s hands, “not everyone thinks there cute.”
They glared at each other before Ironhide picked up the other crate, turning to Red Alert with a friendly smile, “See ya on board, Red Alert.”
Red Alert nodded as Ironhide turned and walked toward the ship, ignoring the glare Jazz was directing at him.
After a few moments Jazz sighed, shrugging his shoulders back to ease their tension before turning to Red Alert who wore uncertain look. Jazz grinned, “Don’ worry, he only sweet talks me like that.”
Before Red Alert could ask any questions about what had just transpired Jazz tilted his head toward the ship, “Lets go, Red.”
Red Alert fell into step with Jazz as they walked toward the ship. After a few steps Jazz glanced at him, speaking softly, “Ya don’ mind me callin’ ya Red, do ya?”
Red Alert gave a shake of his head, “No, not really.” It was far better than other names he’d been called.
A big grin took up Jazz’s face, “Good.”
On board Ironhide was already occupying a back seat, Jazz took up a back seat across the aisle from him, icy glares shot back and forth until they decided to ignore each other. Prime boarded right after Red Alert and Red Alert hastily moved to get out of his way. Prime took in his two other officers before sitting down in one of the front seats, beckoning Red Alert to sit next to him.
Red Alert did so, tensely, unsure of what conversation would be appropriate. Prime gave his other two other officers one more glance before sitting back in his seat sighing wearily. Red Alert looked at the two again before turning back to Prime.
“They don’t seem to get alone.” The words were out before he could stop them. He wished he could take them back, it was none of his business.
But Prime simply shook his head speaking softly, “Usually they are far more tolerant of each other. I’m afraid this resent tension is my fault. I thought it would be a good idea to have the three of us sit down and let the two of them talk out their differences.”
Red Alert was a touch shocked to hear a Prime admit fault to anything, “It…didn’t go well?”
Prime gave a slight shake of his head, “No. However I did learn a few things.”
“Such as?”
“Jazz is much stronger than he appears to be and I now know it takes at least five mechs to pull them apart and keep them on opposite sides of a room.” Prime leaned his head back against the seat, “I’m still considering demoting Smokescreen for having even suggested it, but of course in hindsight I think he was joking when he made the suggestion to begin with. He laughed when he heard what happened.”
Prime glanced at Red Alert, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be telling you these things. If I continue on you’ll demand we turn the ship around take you back.” Red Alert looked at Prime to see his optics shinning with amusement. Red Alert smiled and settled back in his seat. Prime had a sense of humor.
The ride took a few orns, during which Red Alert was actually able to get some recharge. It was when they landed he became tense again. Both he and Prime stood. Prime looked over at his two officers,
“Ironhide, see Red Alert to the meeting room. Jazz, come with me. I’ll see you in a short while, Red Alert.” Red Alert nodded and moved so Prime and Jazz could leave. He watched them go, a feeling of apprehension building in him at the thought of a meeting.
Ironhide came up behind him and clasped him on the shoulder,
“Don’ worry, hopefully this will be a quick one.”
Ironhide moved past him, motioning him to follow. Once out of the ship, Red Alert took in headquarters. It was huge. Forcing himself to focus, he walked quickly to catch up to Ironhide. Once in the base, they walked down a series of halls, turning this and that way. When Ironhide stopped and turned to him with a big grin,
“Wanna see the Security Room?”
Red Alert looked at the door. Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes…
“Are you sure we have time?”
“Oh yeah, we’ll be fine.” Ironhide punched in a code and stepped back as the door slid open. Tilting his head toward the room, “Go on, take a peek.”
Red Alert stepped in. The room had to be two, three times the size of the outlooks. Monitors lined the majority of three walls, a much larger monitor sat before the console surrounded by smaller monitors. The opposite wall was covered in data file shelves and a desk sat just in front of that. Red Alert couldn’t help but grin, he loved it.
“Come on, Red Alert, we should git going. You’ll get all the time yah want and then some in here soon enough.”
Red Alert nodded, frowning at how some of the cameras were set up, “Who was the Security Director before?”
Red Alert turned and walked out the room and started down the hall with Ironhide, “Mechs name was Stripnine.”
“Where is he?”
“Gone, mech couldn’t…uh…handle the stress well.”
It was at this point Red Alert got the feeling he wasn’t being told something. He didn’t have time to question it or even think on it as he was directed in to a room just as other senior officers began to file in and take their seats. Red Alert sat where Ironhide directed him to.
Some of the officers seemed to look at him with interest, while others gave him hard disapproving looks. Seems some had not agreed with Primes choice of Security Director. The meeting began and Prime explained Stripnine's departure to another base, no real reason given, then introduced Red Alert, going over some of Red Alerts background and experience.
And now, not an orn later, he was still in the meeting. He really wanted out, he was feeling very uncomfortable, restless, tired. He could feel himself getting defensive as he continued to get disapproving glares from one or two officers, clearly not happy about him being there.
Finally, thankfully, Prime dismissed them. Red Alert was as patient as he could be as Ironhideshowed him to his quarters, his crates from the ship placed carefully on his berth. Ironhide also left him a map of the base with directions on how to get to the Security Room, the commons room, training room, so on.
Ironhide bid him good night, it was only then that Red Alert realized how late is was getting. He sat on his berth looking over his quarters, not really feeling like unpacking but couldn’t bring himself to recharge either. Not yet anyway.
Taking out the map, Red Alert found his way to the Security Room. He reached out to type in the code Ironhide had given him when the door slid open. The mech on the other side looked startled to see him.
“Oh! Excuse me, Sir, I wasn‘t expecting you.”
Thrown some Red Alert looked at the mech, “That’s alright, I just wanted to look around. Where are you going?”
“On break, Sir, I was going to get a cube of energon from the commons room. However, if you prefer I stay -”
Red Alert shook his head, “No, go ahead, I’m just going to go in and look around.”
The mech nodded, “Yes, Sir. If you need anything, Sir, please let me know.”
Red Alert nodded, “I will, thank you.” The mech smiled and nodded at him before leaving to get his cube of energon. Red Alert watched him go, it was strange to be called “Sir” so much. But he liked it.
He walked into the room, door sliding shut and locking behind him, he took a seat at the center console. Looking up and over at the various monitors. He shook his head, the previous Senior Security Director, Stripnine, had no fragging clue how to create and maintain a proper security system. Amateur. He’d have to start almost from scratch.
Red Alert braced his hands against the console, looking up at the monitors. This was a big job.
He could do this.
Jazz and Ironhide believed he could.
Prime believed in him.
With a sigh he surveyed the base from the view points of various cameras.
He could do this.

***********Authors notes**************
I wanted more in this chapter but it ran long. So next chapter will get Inferno in the mix as well as establish why previous security director left...give ya a hint, there are two reasons he left...one is red and the other is of a golden color.
To me, Red Alert has always come off as someone who went through a lot of adversity.
I had once heard, somewhere, that Optimus was a soldier before becoming Prime. I think this would give him a more realistic view of his fellow Autobots and stop him from falling into a more biased frame of mind. He wasn't an elitist to begin with so he doesn't feel he's 'above' everyone else....after all he's well known for fighting on the ground, on the front lines with his men. This is why he doesn't care if Red Alert has a glitch and why eventually has Prowl as SIC even with his glitch. As far as Optimus is concerned if a mech can do a job and do great at it, it doesn't matter if he's got a glitch or not. Even if said glitch causes panic attacks, Optimus is willing to work through it.

Ignore this....

2009-06-07T21:23:37Z

Ignore this entry, I forgot to post Faction Rogue to my jounral page.

Title: Faction Rogue
Rating: Lets just stick with R...it'll have more R stuff in it later
Universe: G1
Pairings: Prowl x Jazz, and many more to come
Characters: Jazz, Rodimus, Ultra Magnus, Perceptor, First Aid, WheelJack, Prowl
Summary:
Story set almost 11 months after 1986 movie.

Prowl is brought back to life and is reunited with Jazz. However, all is not well. Youth and power are bad mixtures and Rodimus has been growing corrupt. The two black and whites, unhappy with the current leadership and having grown weary war, decide to leave the Autobots for good and find a quiet place for the both of them out of the way of the war.
However, once they leave, rumours begin to spread of Prowl and Jazz having left the Autobots to form their own faction. And both Rodimus and Galvatron start to grow paranoid as mechs begin to abandon both the Autobots and Decepticons in search of Prowl and Jazz, with hopes of joining their army.

Disclaimer: Warnings: AU, Roddy OOCness

Chapter 1

Should Have Known Better...still working on it...

2009-06-02T04:03:06Z

I'm not sure this is going to be the final version of Chapter 2, might revamp it somemore. But for now I'll post it in my journal.
I'm still on the search for a beta...not having the best of luck so far. Worse comes to worse, I'll just post stories with some grammar errors

*edit*
The lovely taralynden beta-ed Chapter 2 for me...thank you again!! So, this Chapter 2 is what stays. :)

Title: Should Have Known Better
Chapter 1 and 2
Rating: R or Mature (I always play on the safe side)
Pairings: Jazz/Prowl
Characters:    Jazz, Prowl, Unknown
Warnings: not too much 1st chapter, a touch noncon.
Universe: G1
Summary:  A young Prowl gets ditched in lower Iacon. He's mistaken for something he's not and ends up in Jazzs hands. Too bad that might not be the safest place for Prowl!

Chapter 1

Warnings: Ehhh some dub-con...maybe...just in case.

OK, on with the story!

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“Vorn” = about 1 year, “Stellarcycle” = about 6 months, “Decacycle” = about 1 week, “Cycle” = about 1 day, “Orn” = about an hour, “Breem” = about a minute

“click” = bout a mile

normal talk

thinking

Should Have Known Better

Chapter 2

Jazz was in need of recharge badly. He’d spent orns sifting through the scum filled streets of lower Iacon to find those who had information he needed. And when he found them he spent several more orns extracting that information, as few gave it willingly. Such efforts left him drained; mentally and emotionally more than physically. However, one would never suspect he was even remotely bothered given his confident easy going manner and charming grins.

He’d been to this area many times before. He may not have grown up on the streets of lower Iacon but he knew them well enough he might as well have. The lodge he chose was one of the few clean places to seek a berth. This was mainly because it served as a place where rich mechs came under the cloak of night to play. They liked the thrill of leaving their white walled high society homes to venture into the slums and enjoy a pleasure mech...or two.

There were plenty of those who didn’t approve of such recreational activities. Of course that disapproval only added to fun of the game for those who indulged. Jazz preferred to keep his opinions on the subject to himself, Primus knows he’s paid out credits to a few in his past. In fact, the thought of taking a pleasure mech with him to his room had briefly crossed his mind; after all, a little fooling around and a good interface were always enjoyable and made for a nice deep relaxing recharge.

But, no, not tonight. He had no energy for it, as it was he practically had to drag himself to his room. Barely making it to the berth before falling almost immediately into recharge.

However a few orns later…

*click*

A subsystem kicked in at the sound, analyzing the noise in a nanosecond and sending a message to Jazz’s processor.

The door…….

Immediately every system surged rapidly online.

He barely had time to think, only react, as a flurry of sound and movement crashed into his room. Jazz was immediately on his feet, gun drawn. He crouched down on the berth, readying himself for whatever his intruder intended to throw at him. The door slammed shut, locked.

A small sigh of relief then Jazz’s intruder whirled around to look at him, freezing as wide blue optics rested on the gun in his hand. Jazz ran a quick scan over him; it seemed his intruder carried no weapons on him.

He drew himself up standing on the berth, gun where the other would easily see it. His visored gaze never left those wide blue optics as they stared up at him.

“Who are you?”

Even in the dark Jazz could see the mech tense at his tone. Good, he wanted to sound dangerous.

“I…I’m sorry…..the…door was unlocked.”

Jazz frowned. Son of a…Slag Slag Slag! I knew I was tired but Primus…forgettin’ ta’ lock t’ door? That’s not just invitin’ trouble, that’s suicide!

His face showed no emotion as he stared down his intruder.

“Why are you here?”

The mech hesitated.

“I…..What happened was -”

A loud pounding on the door cause the mech to jerk around, wide optics trained on the door as he backed up. Jazz looked at the door as well. What the -

“I know you're in there! Open the door.”

Jazz stepped gracefully down from the berth, activating the lights as he did, taking in his intruder. He was attractive…and young. But he couldn’t have been too young if he was slumming about this lodge. Jazz couldn’t quite grasp it but there was something off about him. He looked…different…out of place here.

The mech outside called out through the door.

“Open the door……please? I swear, I-I just want to talk. I’m sorry if I offended you.. I should never have touched you without your permission and the price for tonight is negotiable. I’m willing to pay whatever you ask…just…open the door.”

Comprehension dawned on Jazz. So his lovely intruder was simply a pleasure mech, one that had said ‘no’ to a rather insistent client. How amusing. He gave the other mech in the room a smirk.

“Client givin’ ya troubles?”

That earned Jazz a frown and the shake of a head.

“He’s not my client. I’m not-”

The mech outside knocked again.

“Please? Just…just talk to me.”

Jazz took in the young mechs stance: he was tense and his face held a hint of fear as he stared at the door. Jazz gave him a reassuring smile.

“Don’ worry, I’ll shoo ‘em away for ya.”

Jazz signalled for the younger mech to stand back and away from the door. Best he be out of sight. No matter how nice the mech outside may be sounding now there was no guarantee that would last should he catch sight of the little pleasure mech who slipped through his fingers. Some mechs don’t take ‘no’ too well.

Jazz kept his gun in hand, kept slightly out of sight behind his thigh; after all, he might not have any use for it and one should never go waving a gun around. Drew too much unwanted attention. As he opened the door he filled the frame as much as he could. The taller mech on the other side gave a bright smile when the door opened then a look of confusion as he saw Jazz. That look of confusion quickly turned to a frown of displeasure.

“Where’s -”

Jazz leaned against the doorframe.

“My apologies, he’s not available.”

The mech sneered at Jazz.

“And who are you?”

“None o’ yer concern. Now, if ya could please leave. ”

Jazz gave him a small patient smile. The blue and black mech shook his head.

“No. Not until I speak to him.”

“Well, that’s not goin’ ta be possible as his mouth is otherwise employed.”

The mech bristled at that.

“You -”

He moved to step forward when Jazz reached out and rested the hand he was holding the gun with on the other side of the doorframe, tapping the gun lightly against the surface to draw the mechs attention. And it did. The mech stopped and looked at the gun, then took a step back and looked at Jazz.

Jazz gave a nod of his head in the direction of the hall.

“I don’ want any trouble really, I just think it be time ya moved on”.

The mech shot Jazz a nasty glare before reluctantly retreating down the hall, turning the corner. Jazz shook his head as he observed how the mech's shadow stilled just as the other had taken a few steps out of sight. This mech wasn’t letting go easy. He was simply going to wait for the pleasure mech to leave.

Shutting and locking the door he turned back into his room, addressing the mech.

“Just so ya know, he ain’t leavin’ yet. Mech's standin’ out in the hall, just down a bit, waitin’ for ya ta leave. Ya best stay here for a good orn or two, till he gets the hint.” He couldn’t help but smirk, “That mech's determined ta git his hands on ya.”

The pleasure mech gave a little grimace before looking at him curiously.

“Are you an Enforcer?” At Jazz’s questioning look the mech went on, “You have a gun. I’ve only ever seen Enforcers carry guns.”

“Yeah, I’m an Enforcer.” As Jazz subspaced his gun he looked away, “….somin’ like that.”

He did a frag sight more than most Enforcers did here. Enforcers in Iacon had been slowly going corrupt for vorns and the underground Decepticon movement was only speeding up the process. It was getting harder and harder to avoid both the members of the Decepticons and the Enforcers since they had been told to bump Jazz to the top of their ‘wanted dead or alive but preferably dead’ list. They were no longer interested in whatever information he might provide. They simply wanted to stop him from gaining any more of their information: his little interrogation sessions had been far too successful to date.

Jazz rubbed a hand over his face. Primus, he needed a drink. Walking over to a small table he took from subspace a large cube of high grade. He poured a cube for himself then another for the pleasure mech, he didn’t want to be a rude host. He offered the cube to the mech who looked at the light pink brew with apprehension.

Jazz smiled.

“It's perfectly fine, trust me.”

The mech took the cube from him and took a cautious sip making a bit of a face at the taste before he adopted a neutral expression. Jazz had to smile to himself, the mech must be use to far better as his clients usually indulged in a more refined version of high grade. Jazz watched as he took larger and larger swallows before completely draining the cube.

Jazz grinned.

“ ’Nother?”

The mech seemed to think about it a moment before nodding.

“Yes, please.”

Jazz refilled the cube, handing it back.

“Ya gotta name?”

The mech was about to take a drink before he jerked to a stop, suddenly looking like he had done something wrong.

“My apologies for being so rude. I’m Prowl. I’m pleased to meet you.”

Jazzs grin widened at that, Prowl was quite the courteous little pleasure mech. He gave Prowl a nod.

“Name’s Jazz.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Jazz. And I thank you for stepping in and helping me despite the inconvenience to yourself, I greatly appreciate it.”

Jazz just looked at Prowl a moment, how long had it been since anyone had said “thank you” to him and in such a sincere and elegant manner? Mech keeps that up and he can have all the high grade I've got to offer.

“Not a problem, Prowl, not a problem.”

Jazz took a nice long drink, watching as Prowl once again began to quickly drain his own. He chuckled to himself, the mech was a bit of a lush….or maybe just stressed and seeking relaxation through high grade. Either way it gave Jazz the opportunity to study him. Pleasure mechs were generally handsome and this one was no exception. Jazz found it interesting their color schemes nearly mirrored one another’s. Black and white. Of course Jazz had splashes of color, nothing too fancy, just a subtle stylish flare that drew one’s optic along his curves.

The contrasting color on Prowl was but a hint of red flecked here and there. Most notable was his chevron. A very vibrant contrast against the pristine white of his helm. What he may have lacked in color and flare he made up for in pure elegant form and the doorwings that adorned his back were uncommon and quite pleasing to the optic. Jazz smirked into his drink, yeah he’d part with the credits for him. And if he had his spark set on Prowl and was told ‘no’, he’d probably throw a fit too.

The brief amount of inane conversation that did occur between them was mostly from Jazz, Prowl seemed content to listen and drink. Jazz willingly refilled Prowl’s cube two more times, why not, surely the mech knew his limit….or so he had thought. Toward the end of Prowl’s fourth cube, Jazz took note of a hazy unfocused look in Prowls optics and saw him swaying some. Ok, clearly Prowl didn’t know his limit and had had enough. Slag, he was starting to feel the effects of the high grade himself.

“Hey, Prowl, why don’ ya have a seat,” Jazz inclined his head toward the berth as it was the only place in the room to sit, “I don’ know how much longer standin’s goin’ t’ work for ya.”

Prowl looked at him for a long moment as though slowly processing what he’d just said before nodding some and quietly mumbling, “Yes.”

Prowl turned his unfocused gaze to the berth and simply stood there, looking as though the distance between him and the berth was nearly insurmountable.

Jazz just shook his head, leaving his nearly empty cube of high grade behind on the table.

“Come on.”

He walked over to Prowl and gently slipped an arm around his waist helping him slowly to berth. Once he had Prowl all settled, mindful of his doorwings as he propped Prowl’s back up against the wall, he hopped up on the berth as well sitting down next to him. Jazz leaned his head back resting it against the wall for a moment, enjoying how the pleasant surge of being over energized washed over him, soaked through his circuitry and relaxed him. He should have stopped at two cubes…he really shouldn’t have had that third one.

Turning his head slightly, he looked Prowl over, took in his slumped posture and dimmed optics.

“Ya alright?”

Prowl turned his head toward Jazz and ended up sliding sideways along the wall, coming to rest against him, his head pillowed on Jazz’s shoulder.

“I feel…off…”

Prowl didn’t even seem to notice he was now laying against Jazz.

Jazz reached over with the arm that wasn’t pinned between them and cupped the mechs face, thumb smoothing a gentle caress back and forth across Prowl’s cheek.

“You’re ok, love.”

Prowl’s optics dimmed more as he leaned into the touch. Jazz watched his own hand, watched as his thumb stroked across Prowl’s cheek once more before traveling down to caress along slightly parted lips. He really was handsome.

Jazz’s hand slipped further down to Prowl’s chin, angling his head up as Jazz slowly leaned in. He stopped short of his goal looking at Prowl’s face, examining it, searching for the smallest sign of reluctance. Seeing none he leaned in his lips softly fitting against Prowls in a light kiss. He waited a moment, listening… listening for any sound of refusal or distress from Prowl. If Prowl made the tiniest protest he’d stop.

But Prowl seemed to come alive under his mouth. He leaned into Jazz, kissing back, moving his mouth so their lips pressed firmly together. A white hand came up and gripped Jazz’s shoulder, pulling him closer. Jazz opened his mouth, glossa pressing between Prowl’s lips, wanting so bad to taste him. Prowl gave the slightest hesitation before following Jazz’s example. Their tastes blended and Jazz moaned into the kiss before pulling away to look at Prowl. Grinning as he took in Prowl's flushed and dazed features.

Jazz wrapped his arms around Prowl pulling him away from the wall and toward him. Pressing chest plates together he kissed Prowl again and Prowl wrapped his arms tightly around Jazz’s neck. He turned Prowl and laid him down flat on the berth never once breaking their kiss. Jazz made himself comfortable on top of Prowl, shifting till their bodies fit together just right. Prowl squirmed against him at the sensations.

Jazz stroked and caressed the body beneath him pulling all kinds of wonderfully encouraging sounds from Prowl. Prowl's kisses were clumsy but getting much better and the way he reacted to Jazz’s touch while fumbling with his own hands had Jazz grinning into their kiss. Get a few too many high grades in this mech and he acts like he’s new at ’facing. But in no way was it unpleasant.

Black hands caressed Prowl’s frame once more before smoothing outward over doorwings. They trembled against the berth as Jazz fingered their edges before stroking along the panel again. Jazz kept up his assault on the sensor panels as each touch and stroke seemed to drive Prowl wild. Prowl arched and writhed, whimpered and moaned as his head fell back against the berth. He’d try to stroke or caress Jazz in turn only to have Jazz finger some sensitive spot on his doorwings which would rob Prowl of the power to do little more than clutch Jazz to him.

Jazz wasn’t complaining. Prowl was putting on one of the most erotic shows, both visually and audially, he’d witnessed in a long long time. And frag, if he wasn’t totally worked up over it. Jazz was getting close, the sounds Prowl kept making were sending tendrils of pleasure surging through him. So he doubled his attack on Prowl, wanting to watch him overload. It didn’t take long, and Jazz watched mesmerized as Prowl arched his back, moaning, optics flickered, his entire frame tensed as overload rolled through him before collapsing on the berth trembling and panting. Jazz was quick to follow, he clutched Prowl to him as the heady sensation of overload surged through every circuit he had leaving him trembling and panting like Prowl in its wake.

After a moment, Jazz rolled off Prowl and lay next him giving his systems a chance to cool down. Once he wasn’t gasping anymore, he turned on his side to look down at Prowl. He grinned, the mech looked happy and beyond relaxed. Jazz leaned in and gave Prowl a short sweet kiss.

“You enjoy that?”

Jazz already knew the answer. Prowl looked up at him, still panting slightly.

“Again.”

Jazz arched a brow ridge under the visor.

“Again?”

Prowl gave a nod. Jazz couldn’t stop the wide grin that blossomed on his face as he leaning over Prowl.

“Who am I ta say no?”

Their lips met and once more the two black and white bodies intertwined.

Several orns and a few more overloads later found the two black and whites lying peacefully on the berth. Jazz snuggled against Prowl, laying half on top of him, as he nuzzled his helm against Prowl’s. His systems were finally cooling after their last round of ‘facing. He was tired. Happy, comfortable, sated, but tired. And Prowl, Primus bless him, had actually murmured ‘Again’ even though the mech couldn’t move and was barely conscious at this point. Jazz smiled and hummed contently against Prowl. He didn’t care how much this mech charged, it was worth it! As Jazz lay there, systems purring circuits still tingling with residual pleasure, he knew this wouldn’t be a one time deal. They had to get together and do this again.

Jazz caressed the mechs waist as he tilted his head to whisper in Prowl’s audio, “Ya gonna have ta gimme ya callin’ card so I can call ya when I’m in t’ area again.”

Prowl stirred slightly, optics off, murmuring, “I don’t have a calling card.”

Jazz took to placing small kisses on Prowls audio, “Sure ya do. All pleasure mechs got callin’ cards.”

“I’m not a pleasure mech.”

Jazz froze mid kiss.

“What?”

Prowl didn’t move and his optics remained off as he continued to murmur, unable to summon up the energy to do much else.

“I’m not a pleasure mech.”

Jazz frowned and shifted slightly to look Prowl in the face.

“If ya ain’t a pleasure mech, Prowl, then what are ya?”

“I’m a student.”

Jazz sat up and looked down at Prowl. All those wonderful feel good feelings Jazz had been enjoying up till now immediately drained away.

“You’re a student?”

“Yes.….at First’s Academy of Iacon.”

Jazz stared at Prowl. The realization of what he had done tonight with Prowl began to sink in along with the cold feelings of dread and guilt. There was no pleasure mech. Jazz had willingly supplied a student with high grade, got him over energized, lead the mech to his berth, kissed him, coaxed him into interfacing...several times..…basically took blatant advantage of him when clearly he was not in a frame of mind to make such decisions. A student.

He heard Prowl stir faintly as the younger mech teetered on unconsciousness. Jazz stared at him, sprawled out on the berth, the scuff marks and streaks on Prowl serving as a physical reminder of what they had been doing….what HE had been doing to Prowl.

Jazz rubbed a hand over his face as the situation hit him hard. He’s a student….he‘s a student! Oh Primus, what have I done?

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Awww, poor Jazz, he was having so much fun up till now. XD
And don't feel bad for Prowl, he's enjoying himself like never before!

Theres None So Blind...Chapter 7

2009-05-16T03:14:18Z

Title: There's none so blind as those who will not see
Rating: R or Mature (I always play on the safe side)
Pairings: Jazz/Prowl
Characters: Ironhide, Smokescreen, Jazz/Prowl
Warnings: Gets a little hot and heavy between Prowl and Jazz...
Universe: G1
Summary: A Prowl/Jazz love story and those around them

I'd like to thank cave_cat for beta-ing Chapters 6 and 7 for me! It was very helpful and I really appreaciate it!!

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“Vorn” = about 1 year, “Stellarcycle” = about 6 months, “Decacycle” = about 1 week, “Cycle” = about 1 day, “Orn” = about an hour, “Breem” = about a minute

“click” = bout a mile

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Chapter 7

Jazz was still unable to get Prowl alone. A little over three decacycles had pasted since Prowl had made him return to his own office and little had changed.

He sighed heavily as he dragged himself to his quarters and sat on his berth. He leaned back against the wall. He wasn’t going to give up. There were signs of hope. In a meeting earlier Jazz had actually caught Prowl sneaking a glance at him. That was all the encouragement he needed. Now he just needed an opportunity to get close to Prowl again. To get him alone.

Which was hard to begin with since Prowl was busy and made even harder with the likes of Ironhide and Bluestreak interfering. Bluestreak’s interference was unintentional. The young gunner was simply indulging in hero worship and basking in the attention Prowl gave him. Jazz had to hand it to Prowl. Not only did Prowl patiently listen to Bluestreak go on and on and on but had actually taken to letting Bluestreak help him in the form of running errands. Which Bluestreak carried out with an excitement and pride that could only make Jazz smile. No, Jazz couldn’t find an ounce of anger or irritation in him toward Bluestreak.

Ironhide, on the other hand, was an irritation. After Prowl glitched, Prime had ordered Ironhide to check up on him and make sure he was following Ratchets orders. Ironhide seemed to have taken that task to spark and then decided to take it further. Checking up on Prowl even though Ratchet had cleared him some time ago. He was a regular in Prowl’s office now. Ironhide had an office of his own and Jazz wanted Prowl to tell Ironhide to go sit in it. It was hard to get him alone with Ironhide tailing Prowl all the time.

Jazz sighed again, he’d figure out a way but he wasn’t going to work on it now. Now he was going to get some recharge. He was tired; mentally, physically, and emotionally drained. Laying down on his berth Jazz allowed himself to relax enough to drift off into recharge.

It didn’t last. Jazz jerked himself online a few orns later after a particularly bad dream. Nightmare really. One involving Ironhide kissing and touching Prowl the way Jazz wanted to and Prowl enjoying Ironhide’s attention way too much. Wake, and now thoroughly disturbed by the vivid images his processor had conjured up, Jazz decided to take a walk. It might help clear his head.

He walked down the hall passing by Prowl’s door and noticed a sliver of light at the bottom indicating Prowl was in his quarters. Jazz stopped and stared at that sliver of light. No one was around. No Prime, no Ironhide, no Bluestreak, no Red Alert, no one to step in and block him. Prowl was alone.

Jazz cycled air through his vents in a determined manner, walked up to Prowls door and knocked. A moment later it slid open and Prowl sounded surprised to see him there, “Jazz?”

Jazz quickly curled a hand around the side of the door frame to prevent Prowl from sliding it shut in his face, like he had before, “Prowl, I know I screwed up an’ your mad at me but please -.”

Prowl shook his head, “Jazz, I am not angry with you”.

Jazz frowned, “Don’ lie ta me, Prowl, I haven’t lied t' ya. Ya been avoidin’ me cause your mad at me. An’ I understand your anger an’ I know I made ya glitch an’ all but Prowl,” Jazz gave Prowl a sorrowful look, “Ya gotta believe meh, I’m sorry, I never meant t' hurt ya.”

Prowl didn’t respond, he simply stared at Jazz. Jazz tried to wait patently as the silence stretch on. Prowl remained silent for so long Jazz began to feel desperation creep up on him and the thought of getting on his knees and begging Prowl was started to sound like a good idea.

“Do you want to come in?”

The quiet invitation shocked Jazz, in all honesty it was not the response he had expected. Not being one to let the opportunity he’d been fantasizing about for decacycles slip by, he quickly nodded to Prowl, “Yes.”

Prowl stood back letting Jazz enter. Stepping into the room, Jazz took in Prowl’s quarters and he almost smiled. The room was beyond clean and everything placed just so. It could serve as the poster of what total order looked like.

Jazz turned his gaze back to Prowl, he could tease later, right now there were more important things he needed to talk to Prowl about, “Prowl -”

“I’m not angry with you. I mean it. I meant it when I said it to you the first time.”

Jazz frowned, “Then why ya avoidin’ me? If your not angry with me then why all the distance?”

Prowl looked away and Jazz swore he could see Prowl fidgeting, “I….needed time.”

“Time? For what?”

“I need time to see….how I…” Prowl hesitated, he looked unsure, as if he didn’t want to continue, “..how I felt about you.”. Prowl hesitated again and Jazz remained quiet watching him intently, “I wanted to see how I felt about you when you weren’t around and…if I would miss you.”. Prowl sighed, “I wanted to know if my feelings had any solidity or if what I felt was simply a side effect of you being around me constantly.”

Jazz mentally braced himself before he asked, “And?”

“I missed you.” Prowl sounded confident but he didn’t look it. The words themselves were spoken with such affection and sincerity, Jazz had to smile. He stepped closer to Prowl, “I’ve missed ya, too.” Prowl went silent but Jazz pushed, “So tell me, Prowlie, what do we do next?”

“Your welcome to come back and work in my office, if you’d like. I can speak to Prime and see about getting you a desk in there-”

Jazz leaned toward him, “Naaaw, I like workin’ off your desk, Prowlie. I like bein’ close to ya…” Jazz leaned in and kissed Prowl, softy, gently, and a thrill went through him as Prowl tentatively responded. Jazz wrapped his arms around Prowl and deepened the kiss. He had wanted to kiss Prowl sooo badly, to touch him these past several decacycles. Jazz sighed into Prowl, it felt so good, so right.

Jazz moved to draw Prowl to the berth when Prowl baulked. Prowl turned his head away with a broken “No” and struggled out of Jazz’s arms. Jazz paused for a moment, slightly shocked and taken aback at Prowls sudden reluctance, before reaching out to him, “Prowl...”

Prowl backed away shaking his head, “No, Jazz, no….we shouldn’t be doing this.”

Jazz followed him, “I don’ see why not.”

Prowl’s logic center worked at lightening speed as it pushed to the forefront of his mind every reason for him not to get caught up in his emotions. Not to fall so recklessly into an obvious affair, “We’re Officers, Jazz. Our jobs-”

“Have nothin’ ta do with this.” Jazz spoke softy, soothingly, trying to coax Prowl back to him.

“There are rules….”

Jazz shook his head stepping closer, “No, we’re not breakin’ any rules, Prowl.”

“I…Prime might not approve-”

“Optimus has no say in this.”

“Jazz….I have a glitch.”

“I know. I don’ care.”

Prowl looked at Jazz as though Jazz was just not comprehending the situation. Sentinel Prime would never have allowed this. Even though Prowl had been secretly enjoying Jazz’s advances if Sentinel Prime were still alive he would have put a stop to all this along time ago. Sentinel Prime had preferred Prowl only engage in work relationships. Any kind of personal relationships were strongly discouraged. Prowl had and still did avoid anything personal for fear his glitch might act up and be discovered. And if he was honest with himself, he feared the rejection and backlash that would come from such a discovery. Maybe not from Jazz but from others.

“Glitches aren’t normal.”

Jazz had to grin, “Prowl, have ya not met the mechs stationed here? There’s not a normal one in the lot! Except you, you the closest we got ta that.” He stepped closer and this time Prowl didn’t back up. He seemed too shocked move.

Sobering slightly, Jazz reached out to Prowl again, “Prowlie, come ‘ere.”

Prowl hesitated before shaking his head and backing away. Jazz followed, “Prowlie, please, gimme me a chance. Give us a chance.”

Jazz kept advancing, pressing Prowl back into the wall. Jazz’s face held a pleading look as black hands reached out and lightly caressed up Prowl’s chest plate, one arm slipping around Prowl’s shoulders as Jazz pressed close. His other hand traced gentle fingertips up and down Prowl’s arm soothingly.

Jazz reached up and gently turned Prowls face to the side, “It’s ok”.

Prowl shivered. He couldn’t summon the will to push Jazz away and as Jazz leaned in placing light kisses slowly along his jaw, Prowl found he didn’t want to push Jazz away. Prowls resistance was crumbling and he was out of arguments. White hands clinched into fists at his sides to reign in the urge to reach out and touch the smooth body so close his.

Prowl’s optics dimmed, his voice took on a desperate pleading tone, “Jazz, please….”, Jazz’s lips caressed up from Prowl’s jaw to place a soft kiss on the corner of his mouth, “….I don’t have affairs.”

“I know”, Jazz whispered the words against Prowl’s mouth as he tilted his head to the side and captured Prowl’s lips in a tender kiss. Prowl trembled.

Jazz moved his mouth against Prowl’s unresponsive lips. Both arms encircling Prowl’s neck as he pressed himself completely against the other black and white. Jazz moved to deepen the kiss, his glossa caressing over Prowl’s lips, pressing between them, gently sucking on Prowl’s bottom lip, nibbling it. Jazz smoothed a hand along Prowl’s shoulders, the hand coming to rest against a splayed doorwing before firmly stroking the sensitive panel.

Prowl broke, all resistance vanished as he moaned against Jazz’s lips kissing back. Mouth opening, glossa seeking, caressing in return. Clinched hands unfurled reaching out to caress along Jazz’s waist, fingers lightly tracing seams before Prowl wrapped his arms all the way around holding Jazz to him as tightly as he could. To the Pit with all, Prowl decided whatever repercussions his actions brought him tonight he’d deal with in the morning.

All the things Ironhide had told him about Jazz, how Jazz liked to play and use, that Jazz liked to berth jump, how Jazz would say whatever it took to get the mech he wanted into the berth just for a good interface, were ruthlessly pushed to the back of his processor. He had feelings for Jazz and even if those feelings weren’t reciprocated it didn’t matter, he wanted Jazz soo much. And the feel of the saboteur’s hands on him was just too good to stop.

Prowl locked his arms around Jazz’s neck, kissing him hard and passionately, holding nothing back. Jazz moaned as Prowl ravished his mouth eagerly responding in kind. He gently drew Prowl away from the wall. His hands caressing down to cup and stroke the bottom of trembling doorwings causing Prowl to sigh and moan in turns.

Jazz backed up slowly, smiling into the kiss at how Prowl clung to him as if afraid he’d slip through Prowl’s fingers and disappear. When the backs of Jazz’s knees touched the edge of the berth he wrapped an arm around Prowl’s waist, silently urging Prowl to follow, to lay with him.

Prowl wasn’t exactly sure how he ended up in such a position but he found himself laying in between Jazz’s legs on his berth, they were pressed together from hip to chest plate. His hands roamed Jazz’s frame, fingers caressing seams, pressing in to tease wires. Prowl was delighted as his touch wrung moans and pleasured gasps from the saboteur. And it was Prowls turn to grin into the kiss they shared when he reached up and wrapped a hand around one of Jazz’s audio horns, massaging it. Jazz whined into his mouth and wrapped a leg around his own, trapping Prowl against him.

Jazz explored Prowl’s body above him but his hands kept coming back to those wonderful doorwings. He stroked down their length, enjoying the feel of them trembling against his hands as Prowl shivered against him. Prowl broke their kiss to trail kisses down Jazz’s cheek, gently nudging Jazz’s head back. Prowl began to alternately kiss, lick, and nip along his neck, the mech beneath him moaning in pleasure from the attention.

Jazz slid his hands down Prowl’s doorwings his fingers brushing against the hinge joints. Prowl moaned, arching into the touch. Encouraged, Jazz brushed the hinge joints lightly a few more times before pressing his fingers in deep, moving them in the joint to caress and tweak wires. Prowl suddenly tensed hissing in a breath as he curled in toward Jazz, trembling, his doorwings nearly shook as he arched his back. Jazz eased his touch at Prowls reaction fearing he might not be doing this correctly and causing Prowl pain.

Jazz gently leaned his helm against Prowl’s, “Prowl? Does that hurt? Do you want me ta stop?”

Prowl gasped against Jazz’s neck, his grip on Jazz tightening, “Don’t stop….please, don’t stop..”

Jazz grinned, kissing Prowl’s audio as he whispered, “Anythin' ya say, love.”

Jazz’s fingers went back to work stroking wires, pressing and rubbing against sensitive hinges. Prowl groaned as he pressed himself against Jazz. Prowl’s grip on Jazz shifted and he raked his fingers down Jazz’s back. Jazz arched, gasping as fingers caught on seams and dipped in to stroke wires with firm caresses flooding his circuits with pleasure. Jazz writhed, his head falling back against the berth as he breathed Prowl’s name.

Prowl attacked him, pressing Jazz into the berth as their lips meshed together once again. Prowl’s hands slide around Jazz’s waist sliding up to press under his chest plate, white fingers splayed into wires, stroking, caressing until Jazz was nearly wild in his arms. Jazz kissed back hard, hands pulling from hinge joints to grope every inch of Prowl he could.

Prowl buried his face in Jazz’s neck, panting. Their systems revved, cooling fans worked hard but were nearly useless in cooling their overheated bodies. Jazz lay gasping, his head resting against the berth as Prowl’s fingers continued to stroke and fondle the wires under his chest plate. Black fingers explored the joints, pressing on hinges and wires till doorwings visibly quivered and overload slammed into Prowl. Groaning and shuddering, Prowl curled against Jazz more. White hands clenched under his chest plate, squeezing wires, sending tendrils of sharp overwhelming pleasure through Jazz triggering his own overload.

Shivering, Jazz clutched at Prowl till he could see straight again. Hands easing from joints to wrap around Prowls shoulders, holding him comfortably to him. Prowl slowly came around, weakly removing his hands from under Jazz’s chest plate, sliding them up to hug Jazz’s shoulders. Prowl off lined his optics completely, he was spent, and it didn’t take much of Jazz’s gentle caressing along his back, shoulders, and helm to lull him into recharge.

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Prowl on lined slowly, his processor groggy and systems sluggish. As groggy as he felt one reality make itself very clear. He had woke from recharge alone. A quick glace around his quarters confirmed Jazz wasn’t there. His logic center practically mocked him for being so naive to believe Jazz would stay. Prowl sat up with a sigh, swallowing his disappointment.

He knew very well this had been a possible outcome to last night. He had no one to blame but himself. Prowl briefly hoped it wouldn’t be awkward working with Jazz after this. He sighed again and rubbed a hand over his face tiredly, he needed to get some energon. His energy levels were extremely low. Sliding off the berth he walked to the door and was about to open it when it suddenly slid open on it own, revealing Jazz on the other side. Two cubes of energon in his hand.

At Prowls look of surprise, Jazz quirked his head to the side a touch, “What’s wrong?”

Clearly not thinking straight, Prowl blurted out the first thing he thought of, “I didn’t expect you to came back, I thought you left.”

Jazz smirked and with his free hand pushed Prowl backwards back into his room, “Now why would I go ‘an do somethin’ stupid like that?” As the door closed behind him, he handed Prowl one of the cubes of energon he was carrying, “Drink up.”

Jazz then wondered away sipping at his energon as he explored Prowl’s quarters. Prowl turned his attention to the much needed energon in his hand, sipping it lightly before turning to watch as Jazz poked and prodded at things on his shelves. Prowl was hit with a sudden bout of nervousness. He didn’t know what to do next. Usually when he spoke to another mech is was business, like when he spoke at meetings, or from behind a desk.

Even when he and Jazz had played games in the evenings, there had always been a desk between them. He didn’t have that now. It left him feeling exposed and unsure. What was he expected to say? Or do? What was appropriate? While he generally didn’t mind silence this silence was beginning to feel awkward. And on top of that, Jazz didn’t usually care for silence. Maybe he should start a conversation but about what? Perhaps he should wait for Jazz to say something…..or would that be considered rude? He didn’t know what to do. It had been a long long long time since he had engaged in any thing remotely this personal.

As if sensing Prowls inner struggle, Jazz turned to look at him. He had seen that look on Prowl’s face before…..just before he had glitched, “Prowlie? Ya look troubled.”

Prowl gave him an apologetic look, “I’m sorry, please forgive me, I’m just…unsure of how I’m expected to act. I don’t know…” his voice trailed off. Jazz had to applaud Prowl. He was treading on emotional ground he clearly didn’t feel comfortable on but was trying his best to navigate anyway. He looked lost.

He smiled at Prowl, “I expect ya t' act like yourself.”

Prowl shook his head, “I’m boring, Jazz.”

Jazz’s smile widened and he slowly started to walk toward Prowl, “No your not. Not ta me. I find ya very captivatin’ an’ fasinatin’.” Prowl didn’t look convinced so Jazz continued, “Your graceful. I like watchin’ the way ya move, like the way ya gesture with your hands when emphasizin’ a point or the subtle way ya quirk a brow when somethin’ catches ya interest. Even the way ya stand perfectly still, fascinates me.

Ya have an intelligence few can compare ta an’ our conversations often leave me thrilled an' aroused on a purely intellectual level. Which brings me t' that voice o’ yours. Ya got no idea the impact ya have on me, Prowlie. There have been many times I would like nothin’ more than ta shut my optics off an’ listen t' your voice as I touch myself.”

Jazz gently removed the half empty cube of energon from Prowl’s shocked hand, setting it aside. He slid his arms over Prowl’s shoulders, wrapping Prowl in an embrace, pulling him close to look him straight in the optics, “You are not boring.”

Jazz leaned in capturing Prowl’s lips, grinning when he felt Prowl wrap his arms around him and kiss him back passionately. Hesitantly, almost shyly, Prowl nudged them back toward the berth. Heat raising to his face plates in embarrassment at Jazz’s enthusiastic response.

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“Ironhide!”

Ironhide turned toward the voice, seeing Red Alert jogging down a hall toward him.

He gave the mech a smile, “Well Mornin’ Red. What’s the rush?”

“Have you seen Prowl? He’s not in his office.”

“Prowls off duty today.”

Red Alert scoffed at that, “That’s not stopped him from being in his office before.”

Ironhide chuckled, “Yeah, maybe this time Prowl took Ratchets threats ta spark. Whatcha need?”

Red Alert held up a data pad, “I’m meeting with Optimus Prime in less than an orn to order these security upgrades but I need Prowl's signature. I’d run to his quarters to get him to sign off on it but Ratchets demanding I go in for a scan before my meeting with Prime. I don’t have time to run around and do both!”

“Here,” Ironhide held out his hand, “Gimme the file. I’m headin’ that way. I’ll drop by Prowls quarters an’ have ’em sign it an’ have it back ta ya befer yer meetin’ with Prime.”

Red Alert was hesitant, “Are you sure? If your busy, you don’t have to-”

Ironhide waved Red Alerts hesitation away, “Naw! Won’t be a problem at all, Red.”

Red Alert relinquished the file to Ironhide, “Thank you, Ironhide! I owe you!” Just then Ratchet pinged for Red Alert through his comm line, “Red Alert! If your not here in TWO breems I swear I’ll-”

“I’m on my way!” Red Alert practically snarled back at Ratchet, “Thank you again, Ironhide.” Then Red Alert turned and walked off toward the Med Bay, grumbling to himself as he did. Ironhide tucked the data pad under his arm and headed for Prowls quarters. Ironhide was actually a bit surprised that Prowl was off duty and had yet to sneak back into his office to work like he usually did. Reaching Prowls quarters, he knocked on the door. A few moments later the door cycled open.

Prowl looked up at him, “Good Morning, Ironhide. What can I do for you?”

Ironhide smiled down at him, “Mornin’ Prowl. Hate ta bother ya on yer off time an’ all but I ran in ta Red Alert an’ he needs this file signed for a meetin’ he’s havin’ with Prime in less than an orn. He’d a run here himself but Ratchets demandin’ ta scan ‘em.” Ironhide handed over the file. Prowl murmured his thanks as he began to quickly scroll over it contents.

Ironhide smiled as he looked at Prowl…until his optices caught sight of a scuff mark. Then another and another and another. Ironhide’s smile faded. Prowl was covered in scuff marks and there was even some black streaks of paint marring the pristine white of his plating. It didn’t look like he’d been fighting, more like he’d been…….

Ironhides optics rose to look behind Prowl. He couldn’t believe what he saw. Jazz was lounging…lounging on Prowl’s berth.

No..

Back propped up against the wall, Jazz had his legs stretched out along the length of the berth. He was reading something on a data pad sipping on an almost empty cube of energon. That meant he’d been there awhile.

No….no…

Ironhide looked back down at Prowl, those scuff marks stood out vividly now. Prowl finished up his quick scan of the file and signed it, holding it back out to Ironhide.

Ironhide hesitated before taking the data pad and leaning in close to Prowl, speaking in low tones as if to keep Jazz from hearing even though he really didn’t care if Jazz did over hear, “Prowl, is everythin’ alright?”

Prowl smiled up at him, distinctly reminding Ironhide of his dream, “Everything’s fine, Ironhide. Thank you for asking. I’ll see you next cycle.”

Ironhide faintly nodded, “Yeah”.

Then Prowl turned around, the door to his quarters cycling shut but not before Ironhide saw that Prowl was heading back to his berth. Back to Jazz.

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Orns later found Ironhide at a back table in the rec room by himself hunched over a cube of high grade, contemplating the whole situation. He had hoped to avoid everyone but some one found him. At the sound of a chair moving, he looked up to see Smokescreen taking a seat next to him.

Ironhide just shook his head, “ I had hoped Prowl wouldn’t ‘a been takin’ in by Jazz’s flashy an’ flirtatious manner but seen beyond that ta the real mech. Ya know, see Jazz fer what he really is.”

Smokescreen opened his mouth but Ironhide cut him off with the wave of his hand, “Its alright”, Ironhide looked Smokescreen in the optics, “Prowls made a mistake, that’s all. We all make mistakes. Besides, it won’t be long before Jazz screws it up an’ Prowl finds out what he’s really like an’ leaves him. And when he does, I’ll be there fer Prowl. I just have ta be patient.” Ironhide tossed back the rest of his high grade before turning to walk out of the rec room, leaving Smokescreen behind who simply shook his head.

Ironhide never noticed Mirage’s disapproving glare following him out. Mirage activated his cloaking device before he stood up. Slipping from the rec room soundlessly, he headed toward the Special Ops wing of the base. He had news for his fellow Ops mechs as well as tasks should Jazz require saving from himself.

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Yaaaaaaaaay!! Prowl and Jazz are together! FINALLY!
And everyone give Ironhide some sympathy....this was pretty much his "Hey Ironhide, lets rub some salt into that wound of yours" chapter.

Theres None So Blind.. Chapter 6

2009-05-16T03:08:47Z

Wow.....been a long time since I updated this puppy!

Title: There's none so blind as those who will not see
Rating: R or Mature (I always play on the safe side)
Pairings: Jazz/Prowl
Characters: Ironhide, Smokescreen, Jazz/Prowl
Warnings: A few kissy mushy parts but nothing too heavy
Universe: G1
Summary: A Prowl/Jazz love story and those around them

I'd like to thank cave_cat for beta-ing Chapters 6 and 7 for me! It was very helpful and I really appreaciate it!!

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“Vorn” = about 1 year, “Stellarcycle” = about 6 months, “Decacycle” = about 1 week, “Cycle” = about 1 day, “Orn” = about an hour, “Breem” = about a minute

“click” = bout a mile

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Chapter 6

He walked into Prowl’s office like he had so many times before. Prowl stood in front of his data pad case, hand out stretched with a data file in it, probably re-organize them again. Prowl turned looking over his shoulder to see who had entered his office giving a small smile when he saw who it was, “Hello, Ironhide”.

He gave a smile of his own as he walked to where Prowl stood, “Evenin’ Prowl”.

Prowl turned to him keeping the data file in hand, “I’m glad you stopped by. I need you to finalize this list of weapon parts and ammunition.” Prowl looked up at him, “I realize the run isn’t for another few cycles yet but it would help get some of these data files off my desk.”

He took the data file from Prowl, “Sure, Prowl. I’ll have it done, signed, an’ on yer desk first thing tomorrow.”

A genuine smile lit up Prowl’s face, “Thank you, Ironhide. I can always rely on you.”

He wasn’t sure what came over him, it had to be that smile on Prowl’s face or maybe it was the tone of his voice that compelled him. Compelled him to reach a hand out, cup the back of Prowl’s neck, and draw Prowl to him. Compelled him to lean down and ever so gently kiss him.

Time stopped and for a moment he feared he had made a mistake…a huge mistake. But Prowl began to slowly, hesitantly kiss back. Pulling Prowl closer and moving slowly he coaxed Prowl into a deeper kiss. Almost blindly he set the data file in his hand on a near by shelf. He wanted his hands free so he could finally touch Prowl, explore him.

Not breaking the kiss he maneuvered Prowl back. Prowl’s hands clutched at his shoulders and Prowl gave a soft whine when his back pressed against the wall, doorwings splayed. Fingers stroked, danced, and glided along the seams and planes of Prowl’s frame. Feeling heat build beneath his hands as he pinned Prowl against the wall. The smaller black and white body squirmed and shifted under his wandering touch.

He ran his hands over the white chest plate then around Prowl’s sides, both hands coming to rest on those splayed sensory panels. Thrilled he could finally indulge in touching them without them flickering out of reach. A small moan escaping the throat of their owner at the contact.

Those doorwings gleamed beneath his hands. Catching his optics, enticing him, begging him to stroke the sweet warm metal there by evoking an erotic reaction, a tantalizing treat for his optics alone. He couldn’t resist. Grey hands moved over those sensitive panels in smooth firm strokes. Prowl broke the kiss as his head fell back against the wall and he arched his body, a long low throaty moan accompanying his movements. Beautiful.

White hands began to explore his body in return. It felt so good. He groaned and pressed into the caresses. With Prowl’s head resting against the wall it left his neck perfectly exposed. He attacked, placing hungry open mouthed kisses all along Prowl’s throat. His systems revved. Circuits tingled and sung in pleasure.

Prowl panted breathlessly, “Ironhide…ohhhh”

He pressed against Prowl harder, his hands touching and stroking any part of Prowl he could reach. White hands stroked up his back, over his shoulders, caressed his helm, the black and white body moved against his as Prowl gave a whine, “Ironhide…please…please…..”

Ironhide jerked out of recharge, sitting straight up in his berth. He panted, it felt like all his systems were running on high, his entire frame felt hot and sensitive. He took deep breaths air to try and cool his revving systems and heated plating. He shuttered his optics willing the dream away so he could calm down and get a hold of himself again. He ran a hand over his face before turning around to lean against the wall.

It took a few breems but his systems finally calmed and his body cooled. With his arousal now starved off, he found himself once again starting at the ceiling of his quarters. The dream had been haunting him for a few decacycles now. He knew he should to do something about it. Make some move.

But words and actions often failed him when he was face to face with Prowl. Dreams were one thing, reality was another. And with Prowl having to deal with Jazz or more to the point avoiding Jazz at every turn, he couldn’t help but feel now wasn’t the best time to approach Prowl. Thanks to Jazz’s outlandish behavior Prowl was probably sour toward the idea of relationships in general.

Heaving a sigh he hauled himself off his berth and out of his quarters to the rec area. It was way too early for him to be up but he needed a drink bad. He didn’t even bother to look around the rec room, it was far to early for a shift change and hardly anyone would be up at this orn. He poured himself a good amount of high grade taking a large swallow before he turned to the room.

A rather familiar frame lounged in a chair at a table. Doorwings swung low as the mech tilted his head back and breathed out grey wisps of smoke. Ironhide frowned and walked over to him. The blue and maroon mech had his feet crossed and propped up on another chair and a nearly empty cube of high grade sat on the table next to him.

As Ironhide stood on the other side of the table frowning down at the mech, Smokescreen simply tilted his head enough to look up at Ironhide’s stern face. In a gesture of kindness and comradely, Smokescreen reached out offering Ironhide the lit rolled substance.

Ironhide’s frown deepened, “Yer not suppose ta have that stuff on the base, Smokescreen. Its against the rules.”

Smokescreen smirked and dropped his arm to the table, “What’re you going to do about it, Ironhide? Gonna go run tell Prowl?”

Ironhide gave a low grumble as he sat down watching as Smokescreen lifted the lit roll to his lips and inhaled deeply. Ironhide just shook his head, “I don’ see the point in it. All its gonna to do is clog yer filters. Then yer gonna have ta go ta Ratchet, he’ll know what its from and he’ll report ya.”

Smokescreen breathed out more of the wispy grey smoke, “Yeah but its soo relaxing. Besides Ratchet isn’t going to report me. He’ll probably just ask for some.”

Ironhide sighed looking down at the cube of high grade in his hands. Smokescreen watched him for a moment, “So what’s your problem?”

He looked up, “What makes ya think ‘ah have a problem?”

“You’re here, alone, gulping down high grade at this time of night….early morning, whatever. To me that points to a problem.”

“Yer doin’ the same slaggin’ thing! What’s YER problem?”

“I don’t have a problem. You have a problem. I came here to relax and enjoy myself.” Smokescreen lifted the roll to his mouth again, “Thanks for intruding on that by the way.”

Smokescreen then lifted his cube of high grade and took a sip, giving Ironhide a long look, “So, go on, tell me what your problem is.”

Ironhide shifted in his seat, “I…I don’t know. Its not somethin’ I need every mech knowin’ about.”

Smokescreen gave him a bland look, “Yes, Ironhide, I totally understand. I can’t keep my mouth shut about anything. After all, that’s how I got this job, by telling everybots secrets. That’s what all Psychologists do. I just can’t wait to drag this latest bit of personal information from you so I can go post it somewhere.”

Ironhide sat back in his seat, “Alright, alright. No need to git all sarcastic.” They lapsed into silence for a breem as Ironhide stared at the table.

Smokescreen set down his cube of high grade, prompting Ironhide, “Well…”

Ironhide shifted in his seat again, “Its nothin’. Just…..dreams.”

“Dreams?”

“…yeah.”

Smokescreen sat for a moment watching as Ironhide stared into his cube of high grade, “Dreams about…?”

Ironhide shifted in his seat again continuing to stare down into his cube of high grade as he shook his head and gave a shrug.

Smokescreen raised the roll to his mouth again, “Dreams about Prowl?” Ironhide’s head snapped up to look at Smokescreen in surprise.

Smokescreen shook his head, “No, I can’t read thoughts, Ironhide.” He calmly blew out smoke as he turned to look Ironhide in the optics, “But I can read who hacks into my files.”

Embarrassed, Ironhide looked away, “I…uhh, didn’t know you could trace that.”

“I can. I expected Red Alert to do it, Jazz was a given, but you..…you surprised me.”

With a sigh, Ironhide took a long drink of his high grade as they once again lapsed into silence.

“He’s going to end up with Jazz, you know that, right?”

Ironhide shook his head, “No, he’s not. He doesn’t like Jazz.”

“Yes, he does.”

Ironhide felt his temper flare, “No, he doesn’t. He doesn’t like Jazz, that’s why he’s avoidin’ him.”

Smokescreen took his legs down from the chair they were propped up on, sitting up in his seat he folded his arms on the table and leaned in to look Ironhide straight in the optics, “Prowl is avoiding Jazz because he likes Jazz.” Smokescreen put up a hand to halt Ironhide’s protest, “Prowl has no problem dealing with mechs he dislikes. He’s not all that fond of me but he’s never avoided me, he may not seek me out but he does not avoid me. He’s never told me to leave his office or shut a door in my face. Prowl has no problem dealing with dislike of a mech.

However, Prowl has a very difficult time dealing with the complexity of emotions that comes with liking another on a more intimate level. Prowl’s logic center naturally comes up with reasons for him not to get involved like his position here, rank, conflicts of job responsibilities, his glitch, his past relationship experiences. So Prowl has to fight an inner battle, logical reasons not to pursue a relationship verses his emotions encouraging him to pursue a relationship.

So with Prowl avoiding Jazz, it isn’t dislike. My guess is Prowl probably feels he needs time to sort it all out. And he will. And I’m telling you now he will end up with Jazz.”

Ironhide was silent and Smokescreen could see the anger on his face, “Ironhide, you can’t take any of this personally. After all, in the whole Jazz Prowl problem, your not even part of the equation. Your Prowl’s friend and that’s all your ever going to be.”

Ironhide abruptly stood, fists clenched, “Ya don’ know what the frag yer talkin’ ‘bout, Smokescreen! Yer wrong!” Ironhide turned and headed for the doorway, high grade forgotten.

Smokescreen called after him, “If you need to talk, you know where my office is.” He watched Ironhide storm out. Shaking his head he went back to lounging in his chair again, propping his feet back up before lighting another roll. He reached over and took Ironhide’s forgotten cube of high grade for himself, no sense in letting it go to waste.

Over the next few cycles Ironhide was in one foul mood, snapping at just about anyone who crossed his path or irritated him. Smokescreen’s words hung in his processor, refusing to leave. It was only when he was in Prowls office one cycle watching as Jazz once again tried to slip in only have Prowl block him and tell Jazz if he didn’t have something work related to discuss he needed to leave, did Ironhide’s mood brighten. He wanted to smile, Smokescreen was wrong. Prowl didn’t like Jazz. And if Smokescreen was wrong about that then he was wrong about Ironhide never being more than just a friend to Prowl.

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Just for the record, Ironhide is not a jerk. He's not sneaky or underhanded, everything he says (about Jazz or anyone else) he truly believes.

Should Have Known Better

2009-04-11T22:05:11Z

Title: Should Have Known Better
Chapter 1
Rating: R or Mature (I always play on the safe side)
Pairings: Jazz/Prowl
Characters:    Jazz, Prowl, Unknown
Warnings: not too much 1st chapter, a touch noncon.
Universe: G1
Summary:  A young Prowl gets ditched in lower Iacon. He's mistaken for something he's not and ends up in Jazzs hands. Too bad that might not be the safest place for Prowl!

This story is set pre-war. Prowl get refered to as youngling in this and by that I mean he's not yet considered an adult...more like a young adult. Prowl is young in this one. Will be totally J/P.

(Should Have Known Better)

Awww, a cute one for Valentines Day

2009-04-11T22:02:20Z

Awww, a cute one for Valentines Day
Look, I wrote some JxP minus the angst!

Yeah just a quick Valentines Day fic.

Title: Game On
Rating: R.....if that
Pairings: Jazz/Prowl
Characters: Jazz, Prowl, Sideswipe
Warnings: A few kissy mushy parts but nothing too heavy
Universe: G1
Summary: A Valentines Day fic

(no beta and written before bed, so sorry if there are errors!!)

(Game On!)

From the Sideline

2009-04-11T22:00:03Z

This little plot bunny followed me home from the TF_Bunny_Farm over on Live Journal

Rating: Mature (I always play on the safe side)
Pairings: Jazz/Prowl/(surprise)
Characters: Jazz, Prowl, Other
Warnings: Nothing too heavy, a touch angsty
Universe: G1
Summary: Never live life standing on the sidelines...you miss out.

(From The Sideline)

Blaster/Prowl!? Experience Required!

2009-02-01T00:29:45Z

I know it's been awhile since I've posted anything! I have several stories in the works and half finished, just pressed for time to sit and write them out....works eating up all my free time!! But I got this done! :)

Contains slash, mech on mech, yaoi, whatever else you want to call it, so if ya don't like those things please don't read! Thanks!

This bunnie came to me while I was walking about the TF Bunnie farm.
This was a fun one to write cause I've never seen anyone do anything with Blaster/Prowl. And really if you think about it, Jazz and Blaster are very similar.......and yeah, it was just an excuse to write some smut! XD

Prowl/Jazz, Blaster/Prowl, Blaster/Prowl/Jazz.....maybe....just alittle...

Some dubious consent on the Blaster/Prowl aspect

(Experience Required!)

An Oreo Bot!!

2009-01-17T20:24:44Z

Yeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaah, this is what comes of some free time, a new camera, and some crack! XD

This started off with a reluctant Prowl. And whats that on his doorwings?

Oh yes....I went there. (Come on, I can't be the only one who thought of this!!) XD
After much bribing and begging, I finally got Prowl to gimme a pose!

Anyone for a cold glass of Prowl with their Oreos? *mmmmm* What a yummy looking snack!

Nevermind. Looks like this snack is currently taken.

Jazz decides to collect his snack and find a more secluded place to enjoy them.

Awww, this was fun! I hope you guys enjoy! :)

Theres None So Blind Teaser For The Next Jazz/Prowl Chapter

2008-12-23T02:25:36Z

Oh man, I have been busy! I'm sooo glad I get some time off soon!

(Teaser!)

Yea! Chapter 5!

2008-11-27T05:52:03Z

There's none so blind as those who will not see

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Wow, works been keeping me VERY busy! I was finally able to sit and and write some! I was happy to get chapter 5 done! :)
Kinda angsty in some parts and no P/J fluffiness this chapter *sadness*

Not beta edited, so sorry for what grammer mistakes lay in the text!
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Chapter 5

And now for some Chapter 4!

2008-10-14T00:27:20Z

Yea!! I got chapter 4 done and up! :)

Title: There's none so blind as those who will not see
Rating: R or Mature (I always play on the safe side)
Pairings: Jazz/Prowl
Characters: Jazz, Prowl, Optimus Prime, Ratchet, others
Warnings: A few kissy mushy parts but nothing too heavy
Universe: G1
Summary: Jazz pursues Prowl

And thank you for reading and those who posted comments! I'm glad your enjoying this! :)

Chapter 4

Yea!! Chapter 3!

2008-10-14T00:25:42Z

Alright, here's chapter 3!

And when I figure out how to link stuff, I'll put links up so you can click on what ever chapter you want.

Title: There's none so blind as those who will not see
Rating: R or Mature (not untl later chapters really)
Pairings: Jazz/Prowl
Characters: Jazz, Prowl, Optimus Prime, Ironhide
Warnings: none
Universe: G1
Summary: More Jazz pursues Prowl

Chapter 3

Yea! My second chapter is now up!!

2008-10-07T01:52:00Z

Title: There's none so blind as those who will not see
Rating: R or Mature (not untl later chapters really)
Pairings: Jazz/Prowl
Characters: Jazz, Prowl, Ratchet, Bluestreak..mentions of BluexSunny...very minimal
Warnings: none
Universe: G1
Summary: Jazz pursues Prowl

Chapter 2

New poster...I think I figured this out....

2008-10-06T04:22:57Z

Ok, I've been watching this community for a while now and have finally desided to post! And now that I think I have figured out the way to post, here you go!

Title: There's none so blind as those who will not see
Rating: R or Mature (not untl later chapters really)
Pairings: Jazz/Prowl
Characters: Jazz, Prowl
Warnings: none
Universe: G1
Summary: Jazz meets Prowl

Chapter 1

First real entry!! Neat!

2008-10-06T03:36:37Z

Ok, so I've had this journal page for a bit now but was working on stuff and it ended up falling to the way side. However, I am now done with some of my stuff so I can now post! Yea!
I will be posting some stories here shortly!

Yeah, I added myself to the Transformers Anonymous Writing Feedback Meme here

SO, if you write fan fiction and post them here or on FFN or anywhere, put your name down! :)

I hope I'm not inviting trouble....I'm always leery of doing such things as some people like to take these opportunities to be mean and immature, so I'm crossing my fingers and hoping that won't be the case here. (so far from what I've read it doesn't seem to be)