Pairing: ProwlxLockdown, slight ProwlxJazz and JazzxBlaster
Setting: Transformers Animated AU
Disclaimer: Transformers belongs to Hasbro!
A/N: *ducks tomato thrown by angry reader* I am sooooooooooo sorry for not updating in like forever. My only excuse: college and writers block. Two fatal factors when it comes to writing. I have not forgot or given up on this fic and will continue to work on it little by little. A huge thanks to all of you who left reviews and to those of you who sat down and read this fic. Here's another chapter for your patience! *is hit in the face by another tomato*
Prowl didn't know what to do. The bike stood there, stabilizers rooted to the floor, logic drive fritzing.
This was supposed to be an easy mission; an in and out, a grab and go, not… this!
He took a few calming intakes, trying to clear his processor as the static faded from Lockdown's and his severed comm. filled his audios.
Had any other bot captured Lockdown, the bike would've had little trouble getting his partner out. But it wasn't any mech who had the muscle car: it was Optimus! And if the Prime was here, Prowl could bet his motherboard that the team would be as well, or worse, the Elite Guard. Probably not Sentinel Prime or Ultra Magnus, but maybe - he dreaded to think - Jazz.
It wasn't that he disliked the other cyber-ninja, indeed far from it. During the sport car's short visit to Earth, Prowl felt a strong attraction to the other mech; and, as he found out soon after, so did Jazz.
Shortly after returning from Sumdac's (no longer malfunctioning) police-drone manufacturing plant, Prowl found himself in the taller ninja's berth, interfacing passionately.
The sound of approaching bots shook the black bot out of his thoughts. Activating his hologram, he pressed against the wall just as two guards walked around the corner, talking loudly.
"…so that's why I'm gonna be monitor duty later. Well, I hope at least that I'll gedda watch that Elite Guard interrogate the beastly fragger," gloated one of the two.
"That sounds like the slag. Damn, mech, I'm jealous," said the other, "Any idea where they're gonna be doin' it?"
"What? The interrogation?" clarified the first bot.
"Heard from Grindor they put him in one of the lower holding cells, don't know which one though."
As the guards began to move farther away, Prowl stayed close behind them, not wanting to miss any other valuable information.
"Too bad, that would've been fun to watch."
"I know, right?"
The two fell silent for a while and continued on their way, completely unaware they were being tailed. Prowl had almost given up on gleaning any further knowledge, when the less informed of the two spoke again.
"You know why those two bots wanted him?" he asked.
"Somethin' about a botnappin' is what I heard."
"Where'd ya hear that?"
"I was stationed close to where they caught the 'Con and that white bot was ravin' on and on about it," replied the other then chuckled, "Lemme tell you, he was fragged off."
"Haha, I bet. Hey, any chance that I can stop by later and watch it with you? I would swap my servos to."
Suddenly feeling slightly sick, Prowl stopped and allowed the guard bots to continue on their way. He had heard enough, for if his assumption was correct, the other bot with Optimus… was Jazz. The ninja bot placed a supportive servo on the wall, as a wave of anxiety and nausea washed over him.
How was he supposed to face his leader, his lover… his friends? This was not meant to happen. His team, ex-team he reminded himself, wasn't supposed to care about him enough to try and rescue him… to want to find him. He should have realize, however, that Optimus - loyal, caring, naïve Optimus - would, of course, not give him up without a fight. And Jazz… oh, Jazz. Why did he have to be here? It was as if Primus himself was punishing the bike for leaving his friends, and, in a way, he supposed he deserved it.
But Lockdown was his partner now. It was he whom left willingly with and to whom he was now allied. However, that fact didn't make this situation any less comfortable. So, now was his turning point, he supposed, not when he left the Earth. Would he reveal himself to Jazz and Optimus, fabricating a story of how he had been held hostage, only to escape and find them, then return to Earth, and leave Lockdown to his fate? Or would he rescue Lockdown? It seemed Prowl had the muscle car's fate in his servos.
As Lockdown slowly rebooted, the first sensation he felt was the mother of all processor-aches currently residing inside his helm. Groaning in pain, he attempted to raise his servos, but was stopped short upon realizing his arms wouldn't move. Startled, he onlined his optics to find himself in a small, windowless room, whose only features were an observation camera, a door and a chair in which he was currently seated, wrists and pedes trapped and unresponsive in stasis cuffs.
Processor still achy, it took him a few nanokliks to remember how he got in this position, but it quickly returned to him. Growling in fury, he began to thrash, but the high-powered stasis cuffs proved steadfast, allowing for only upper torso and head movement. Lockdown was about to try something else in an attempt to escape, when a loud beep sounded from the door.
Stilling, he watched as Optimus Prime and a familiar, attractive white mech with a blue visor, entered the room. Now seeing who his captors were, Lockdown understood that the whole thing had been a set up to capture him, and he fell for it hook, line and sinker. Obviously they captured him in order to learn the whereabouts of Prowl, thinking that he had botnapped the kid, and he had to make sure they keep thinking that. He owed the bike that much.
Course of action clear, he smiled leeringly at his captors.
"Optimus Prime, I wasn't expectin' t' see ya again so soon. How ya doin'?" he asked in fake politeness before his smile widened, "Still protecting that the dirtball of a planet? But how's Prowl? Heard he'd gone missin'. Hehe, sure hope he wasn't offline-"
Before Optimus realized what was going on, or had a chance to stop it, Jazz had rushed the restrained bot and hit him square across his white mug. The punch rang off the walls.
"Mute it!" barked the white cyber-ninja, visor glowing in anger, raising a fist to strike again only to be stopped by an alarmed Optimus. Prime had never seen the other so mad before.
Jazz was seething. He could not remember a time when he was so angry; when he had ever wanted to hurt someone so bad. When he had got that spark chilling call from Optimus, about Prowl being taken, he promised himself to hunt down the glitch who did it and make him pay, praying to find the bike alt. safe and sound as well. Now he had the disgusting scrap heap at his mercy and the glitch had the titanium clad manifolds to say things that he knew would send a stab of fear through his spark.
The large bounty hunter chuckled as he spat out a mouthful of energon. He always knew how to push the right buttons with most bots, but this one was making it far too easy for him. It was obvious from the mech's attitude, as well as his right hook, that the subject of Prowl was… touchy. Hopefully the muscle car could use that to his advantage to get the frag out of here. But it did make him wonder.
"Wha's Prowl t' ya pretty-bot?"
Jazz's optics narrowed coldly behind his visor, "None of your business, filth. And the name's Jazz, ya dig?"
Lockdown's optics alighted with malice. If he was 95% sure his guess was correct before, now it was 105% crystal clear of what this bot was to his bike. Still, the fact that this mech had laid servos on his hot new partner made him bristle, but he kept his expression neutral, not wanting to give a reaction of any sort.
Jazz smirked down at the bound muscle car, pleased with the lack of response, which said volumes, but it quickly vanished when the other chuckled and spoke again, a leer slipping back into place.
"Heh heh, so you got to 'face ol' Prowler did ja? Tell me, 'ow was it?" he asked tauntingly. As much as he disliked playing along, he had to do it; Autobots could be just as nasty as 'Cons when it came to traitors. "Was he a wild thing in the berth under all that cold plating? Did he scream and writhe? Did he…"
There was another resounding clang followed by a grunt as Jazz delivered a powerful jab to the muscle car's abdomen, causing him to double over in pain and cough out another mouthful of bright purple energon.
"Jazz, that's enough!" ordered Optimus, stepping forward incase he had to stop the ninja bot again. As much as he wanted to let Jazz pummel the spiked mech into slag, they needed him functional for interrogation.
Said bot raised his helm slightly, glaring daggers at the sports alt., "Ya know, that hit seemed kinda familiar," Lockdown began as he sat up, wincing slightly, giving Jazz an energon stained half-grin, "You wouldn't happened to have know Blaster would'ja?"
"Yeah, I did," replied Jazz, heating up with rage and sorrow, "And would still know him if it wasn't for you."
When it came to his job, Lockdown made a habit of not asking too many questions, only who and sometimes were, depending on how quickly they wanted the bot found. Even when a call came from an Autobot, offering a small fortune to capture another Autobot, he still didn't ask. Getting into the affairs of other mechs just wasn't his thing. And so, with a name, the hunt began.
"Come on, Jazz, bet you can't beat me to that boulder!" laughed Blaster before transforming and taking off, tires kicking pebbles off into space.
"In ya dreams!" retorted the other mech, chasing after his friend.
The two were inexperienced soldiers, fresh out of Boot Camp. They had been put on guard duty in a remote sector of Autobot territory, away from potential danger. Blaster had a unique harmonic destabilizer, while Jazz had a few stellar cycles of Metallikato under his plates. During Boot Camp the two became close friends and eventually lovers; they were inseparable.
Blaster and Jazz were so immersed in their race, the roar of their engines filling their audios, that they failed to notice the sound of another quickly approaching engine.
The two were almost to the large boulder when a volley of laserfire rained down upon them. Jazz yelped in pain as one nicked his bumper while Blaster cried out when a shot hit him in the hood.
Though both were in pain, they kept driving until sheltered by the boulder. Quickly transforming, Jazz hurried over to his friend who was having a hard time leaving vehicle mode.
"Yo, you ok?" he asked worriedly once his friend was finally in full bipedal mode.
Blaster sunk down against the boulder, intakes labored, hand clutching his scorched chassis.
"I'm fine," he replied with false bravado before attempting to stand up. However, with a pained cry he crumpled back to the ground.
Without further prompting, Jazz activated his comm. link, "This is Jazz to base. Jazz to base, come in! We are under fire. I repeat we are under fi-AH!" His sentence was cut off as more laserfire hit the boulder they were sheltered behind, rubble spraying around them. "Send backup immediately!"
Then with a steadying intake, the black and white bot jumped out from behind the boulder, Blaster calling after him, to face their assailant. He froze. A terrifying black and green mech with sharp spikes, a ghostly face and optics that glowed like pitfire stood waiting for him.
"Decepticon," breathed Jazz.
The monster before him gave an evil grin, "Hey there pretty-bot, where'd yer friend go?"
Startled out of his stupor, the sports alt. grabbed his nunchuks, taking a defensive stance and glowering at the Decepticon.
"Watcha ya want with him?"
"Aw, now don't be like that. Jus' wanna talk with 'im thas all," replied the spiked bot, smugly.
"Yeah? Well ya can talk ta me first, aight?" snapped the sports alt. before lunging headlong at his opponent, nunchucks flying.
Lockdown sidestepped the first assault with ease, "I see you've got some Metallikato trainin' under yur plates, cutie," he commented casually, still ducking and swerving, not even bothering to fight back, before making an attempted swipe at the Autobot.
Jazz back-flipped to get out of the other bot's reach, growling in fury, "Fight back!" he yelled.
"Suit yourself." grinned the muscle car, before running at Jazz with surprising speed, activating his chainsaw.
As he charged, the young bot tensed for the assault, standing his ground. But as he raised his whirling hand, preparing to deliver a finishing blow, the white mech ducked and sidestepped. An intense pain filled his grill plate, forcing him to his knees.
"Where's all ya big talk now, glitch?" taunted Jazz, sneering at the other.
The larger bot's optics snapped up to Jazz's, a deadly glow to them. Without warning, the Decepticon had launched himself to his feet and thrown his spiked shoulder into Jazz's chassis, sending him flying backwards. But as soon as Jazz hit the ground, the muscle car was immediately on him, delivering a powerful kick to his side.
"How's… this… Auto… bot!" asked the other fiercely, accenting every word with a kick.
Jazz had long since curled up into a ball, attempting to shield his vital parts from the assault. When it finally stopped, everything hurt too much to move.
The Decepticon chuckled, looking down at his handy work, before bending down and rolling Jazz onto his back. The semi-conscious bot onlined his blurry optics and gazed up at the mech grinning smugly down at him. The grin widened when their optics met.
"Sit tight, cutie," said the larger one, patting Jazz's helm roughly, before standing up and cracking his neck, "Gonna go check on yer friend."
The sports alt. laid there, helpless to aid his lover. His spark clenched and fluttered sporadically, as the Decepticon's pedesteps faded away, hoping against hope that somehow Blaster had managed to get away. But a piercing scream that shot straight through to Jazz's core, making him go cold with fear and sorrow, told him otherwise. Craning his head towards the boulder he watched as the Decepticon carried a gagged and stasiscuffed Blaster over his shoulder, back to where Jazz lay. Tapping a few buttons on his arm, the 'Con glanced upward with a grin as a ship turned visible and began to descend towards the asteroid.
"See ya 'round cutie," said the spiked mech casually over his shoulder as he strolled towards his ship.
Blaster's fear filled optics found Jazz's, tears sliding down his faceplates. But the beaten Autobot could only watch helpless as the mech with his love walked aboard his ship, see the door slide shut, and take off.
The white bot could feel the tears of hatred for the muscle car and agony for his lover as his body began to shut down, begging for the chance to heal. The sound of quickly approaching vehicles was last thing Jazz heard as he slipped into blessed unconsciousness.
(End Flash Back)
The white ninja bot tried to push down the surge of emotions that welled up within him at remembering that horrible incident, but it was no use. With an anguished cry, he once again lunged at the bound muscle car, the cause of so much grief in his function, slamming his fist into his faceplates. He delivered another blow, then another, metal crunching satisfactorily under his fists, before Optimus could restrain him.
Jazz struggled furiously, desperately trying to break free of the blue and red mech's hold. Lockdown glared at the ninja bot, energon dripping down his face, murder in his optics.
"If i' weren't fer ya, Blaster'd still be ali~ve!" yelled Jazz, emotion making his vocals crack.
"Jazz you need to calm down," said Optimus firmly to the smaller bot. But the sports alt. ignored him and continued to struggle.
"Ya ruin every life ya touch! Where is 'e? Where's Prowl?"
The Prime decided that this "interrogation" was getting nowhere and that Jazz needed to clam down, even if he would like to let the other Autobot beat the slag out of Lockdown.
The tied up bounty hunter watched as the two bots left the room, the door slamming shut behind them, and began to wonder how the slag he was gonna get out of there.
Prowl stole a glance through the security door window. As expected a guard was in the room, his gaze focused on the monitors before him and helm resting on his servo.
Prowl knew he would have to be quick if he wanted to knock the guard out without causing a commotion. So, taking a calming intake he opened the door as quickly and quietly as he could, sprang over to the bot, about to strike when something caught his attention; the guard was a sleep. The black and gold mech vented a quiet sigh of relief before turning his attention to the vid screens.
He found what he was looking for almost immediately and felt his core go cold; Optimus and Jazz were interrogating Lockdown. Why did Primus hate him so much? He didn't know which of the bots on the screen brought about a more powerful reaction: seeing his partner bound and helpless, his old leader so far from earth in order to find him, or his former lover trying to save him.
Even though there was no sound coming from the monitor, he could easily tell what was happening. He watched as Lockdown grinned smugly and say something to his captors. Jazz, much to his surprise, attacked the muscle car, forcing Optimus to drag the cyber-ninja off of him.
The black bot tore his gaze away from the struggling figures and glanced up at the corner of the screen to check the camera number. Recalling the schematics of the prison, courtesy of Lockdown, he quickly found which room was connected to this camera. He double-checked the guard, making sure he was still offline, before backing away from the monitors and quietly slipping from the room.
Prowl hurried through the corridors, dodging cameras and guards as needed. And after running down a final flight of stairs, peaking his head cautiously around the corner, he saw the room that contained Lockdown, Jazz and Optimus. The black and gold cyber-ninja wracked his processor, trying to think of a way to rescue the muscle car, hopefully without the other Autobots seeing him. Unfortunately nothing brilliant came to mind. However, just as he was about to wing it, the door slammed open, causing the ninja bot to jump and duck behind the corner. Out the door came Optimus, dragging a struggling, screaming Jazz.
"Where is he you slagger! Where is he? Frag you! Curse you to the pit!" yelled the white bot back through the closing door. He continued to shout and writhe until he was forced into a neighboring room by Optimus who slammed the door shut behind them.
Prowl was shaking; if he had thought seeing Jazz like that was bad on a vid screen, it was infinitely worse in person. He hadn't truly realized what leaving would do to his teammates. He never realized that they cared so much for him; a moody, solitary ninja-bot. Had be really been that blind to how they saw him? Prowl had thought it over before he left and honestly thought that they wouldn't care if he left. However, he had decided to travel with Lockdown, for his own sake, no matter what the cost.
So pushing away his doubts and fears, he steeled himself and made a dash to the door.
The bounty hunter gaped in disbelief at the bot who had just burst into the room. The bike was just as shocked upon seeing his partner, for one good look made him cringe. From up close the damage done to the muscle car was much more noticeable. His nasal bridge was slightly deformed, one cheek was dented with a long, bleeding gash in it while other smaller dents and cuts littered the rest of his facial plate. It was clear that the limit of Jazz's control had been tested, more than once, by the large mech.
Hurrying forward, Prowl removed his laser katana and sliced through the stasis cuffs. A shudder passed through Lockdown as the paralysis wore off before standing up.
He rubbed his wrists, staring at his partner. When he was being interrogated, Lockdown was sure that Prowl would return to his teammates once he discovered that they were here to find him. The ninja bot would be able to go back to his friends, escape this new life, avoid any penalties, pass it off as a botnapping and put all of the blame on him. But no, instead he had come to save Lockdown's sorry aft from spending the rest of his function in the stockades, or worse.
"Kid… you…" the large mech said, grasping for words, trying to make sense of the situation.
"Come on!" urged Prowl, grabbing the seemingly dazed bot by the wrist and dragging him out the door, "If you must go sentimental on me, at least wait until we get out of here."
They were about two flights of stairs away from the room Lockdown had been in, moving at a quick but quiet pace, when came and anguished cry, echoing up from below them. Prowl felt his mech fluid go cold at the sound, imagining clearly who and why the bot had screamed with such rage and pain. But more importantly they knew Lockdown had escaped… and then the sirens began to wail.
Without casting a glance to the large mech behind him, Prowl took off, Lockdown close on his heels. As they ran, uncaring about the noise they made now, he could hear another set of pedes in the stairwell, in hot pursuit of the two fleeing bots.
As the bounty hunters neared the maintenance room, the door not feet from them, two guards ran across their path. Taking acting before the guards had time to react, Lockdown was bearing down upon them, chainsaw whirring. The felled Autobots' energon splashed grotesquely on Prowl's form as he ran past and followed the muscle car into the sewers. The tunnel seemed to stretch on forever and as they approached what Prowl hoped was the surface access, he could hear the ever present pedesteps pick up speed. Suddenly light flooded the small section of tunnel they were in as the surface access cover was thrown aside, temporarily blinding the black and gold mech. Lockdown hoisted himself out of the tunnel before reaching down and grabbing the extended hand of his light partner.
The early morning sun cast a pink glow across the desert as Prowl and the other bounty hunter ran to the ship. The muscle car shot aboard heading straight to the controls to get Death's Head up and running while the bike stopped on the loading ramp, hearing someone behind him calling his name. Against his better judgment, Prowl turned around. Right outside of the access hole stood Jazz, distant but distinguishable. The sight of his former love interest froze the bike where he stood. If he had thought that seeing the white bot back in the base had been heart-wrenching, it was nothing compared to what he experienced upon locking optics with him and see the realization dawn on his face; it broke his spark.
Prowl was not the only one whose spark was breaking. After seeing the black ninja bot, and realize what was really going on, was enough to make Jazz break down and cry. But before he could be allowed to do that, he had try one last thing. The Elite Guard member started forward cautiously, as though Prowl would bolt at any second.
"Yo Prowler! What are ya doing?" Jazz shouted, attempting to force some of his old cheeriness and bravado into his words. He tried to give a chuckle, wanting to pass off as cavalier, but the laugh died in his throat, coming out as more of a chocked sob. He could feel the tears pricking the corner of his optics, threatening to fall, "Please! Get off that ship and come home!"
Prowl felt his spark give another wrench upon hearing the restrained anguish in his friend's voice, and the sound along with the plead almost made him run off the ship; away from Lockdown and bounty hunting and adventure back into the safe and comforting arms of Jazz. But his pedes seemed as though they were soldered in the ramp, preventing him from moving.
The Death's Head vibrated beneath him and slowly started to lift away from the ground. As Prowl stared at Jazz, who was now running in order to reach the ship, his processor registered that Lockdown was yelling at him through their comm.
"Don't do this, PLEASE!" cried the white bot, tears now falling from his covered optics.
Prowl noticed that tears of his own were staining his faceplates. Unmoving, he watched as Jazz made a last ditch effort jump for the ramp. At first the black and gold bot thought he would make it but the ship pulled away just before his fingers could grasp the ledge.
"I'm sorry," murmured Prowl as the sports alt. fell back towards the ground, a look of shock and pain etched into the Elite Guard's faceplate.
Turning, Prowl numbly walked back onto the ship. In a dazed heap, Jazz looked up at the ship rapidly gaining speed and altitude as he let the tears fall unchecked and the grief overwhelm him.
A/N 2: Gawd, I'm sorry this chapter was so angsty. I really didn't want it to be but it's hard to be sad and not angsty… or at least, I don't know how to write like that yet