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ante_luceBecause I am incapable of writing sad endings and leaving them that way.
Title: Alternate Methods of Dissuasion (2/2)
'Verse: G1 Transformers
Rating: PG-13
Pairing/s: Jazz/Prowl/Optimus
Warnings: ... Unhappiness?
The meeting was joyous, for most. Ironhide had been nearly bowled over by the femme he now held tight, prompting snickers from many of the Ark crew, and a half hearted smile from the Prime. Facemask on, no one could see that his thoughts were elsewhere, mainly on the pair of mechs standing perfectly still and poised behind him.
Their expressions, once all three of them had left the room Prowl and Jazz shared, were flawless. Jazz had a wide smile on, and Prowl was, as always, calm and collected. But he knew that Jazz’s smile would be too wide, and that Prowl’s doorwings were set slightly lower than normal. Then, he had no more time to consider them as a pink femme descended from the ship and made her way gracefully over. Unlike Chromia, Elita One did not leap into her long thought gone partner’s arms, but gently embraced him, leaning forward to plant a kiss on his mask, to catcalls and whoops from both sets of troops.
They retired from the festivities quickly, he hadn’t the Spark to truly celebrate, and she had picked up on his despondent mood. Once in his quarters, she took a look around, then perched herself on the edge of his desk and directed a piercing look at him.
“Something’s wrong. And don’t try to hide it from me.”
He cycled air in a sigh. “I…” And he fell silent. How does one explain such a thing?
“Orion.” His head jerked up at the long unheard name. Her optics were soft with understanding.
“You thought I’d died, then found someone else.” He could only nod numbly.
“And, being the noble aft you are, you broke things off when you found out I was alive and coming.”
Another nod.
“Did you love whoever you found? Truly?”
Hesitation, then another nod, and she mimicked his sigh and stepped forward to fold him into a hug.
“Optimus, you silly mech. Did you think I wouldn’t understand? I’d hoped you would still be mine, but realised the chances of that happening were astronomically small. I’m overjoyed that you’re still alive.” Startled, he could only hug her back.
“I’m sorry.”
“You don’t have to be, I’ve had time to move on. But I know you, and you will guilt yourself into early shutdown if I don’t say it. I forgive you, my Orion, Optimus Prime.”
He shuttered optics at that, and almost sagged in her arms in relief as Elita soothed away the pain and his guilt.
“So. Who is it?”
“My Second… and my Third.”
“Optimus, you greedy thing.” She laughed. “Or did you want a matched set?”
He could only laugh in reply, Spark lightening when he realised she held no grudge.
“Still, I don’t blame you, they are very appealing.” There was a playful, considering look in her optics.
“Mine, Ariel.” He growled in mock-warning.
“Then I suggest you go and patch things up. Before I swoop in and steal them from under your nose.” She punctuated this with a quick prod at said feature, and darted back out of his grip before he could retaliate.
“As you command, Elita One.”
“Good, now shoo. I have a party to get back to, and you have two mechs to get back, period.”
With a lighter step than he’d had ever since they’d made contact with Cybertron, he left his quarters to find his black and whites, forever theirs, and able to act it once more.
Title: Alternate Methods of Dissuasion (2/2)
'Verse: G1 Transformers
Rating: PG-13
Pairing/s: Jazz/Prowl/Optimus
Warnings: ... Unhappiness?
The meeting was joyous, for most. Ironhide had been nearly bowled over by the femme he now held tight, prompting snickers from many of the Ark crew, and a half hearted smile from the Prime. Facemask on, no one could see that his thoughts were elsewhere, mainly on the pair of mechs standing perfectly still and poised behind him.
Their expressions, once all three of them had left the room Prowl and Jazz shared, were flawless. Jazz had a wide smile on, and Prowl was, as always, calm and collected. But he knew that Jazz’s smile would be too wide, and that Prowl’s doorwings were set slightly lower than normal. Then, he had no more time to consider them as a pink femme descended from the ship and made her way gracefully over. Unlike Chromia, Elita One did not leap into her long thought gone partner’s arms, but gently embraced him, leaning forward to plant a kiss on his mask, to catcalls and whoops from both sets of troops.
They retired from the festivities quickly, he hadn’t the Spark to truly celebrate, and she had picked up on his despondent mood. Once in his quarters, she took a look around, then perched herself on the edge of his desk and directed a piercing look at him.
“Something’s wrong. And don’t try to hide it from me.”
He cycled air in a sigh. “I…” And he fell silent. How does one explain such a thing?
“Orion.” His head jerked up at the long unheard name. Her optics were soft with understanding.
“You thought I’d died, then found someone else.” He could only nod numbly.
“And, being the noble aft you are, you broke things off when you found out I was alive and coming.”
Another nod.
“Did you love whoever you found? Truly?”
Hesitation, then another nod, and she mimicked his sigh and stepped forward to fold him into a hug.
“Optimus, you silly mech. Did you think I wouldn’t understand? I’d hoped you would still be mine, but realised the chances of that happening were astronomically small. I’m overjoyed that you’re still alive.” Startled, he could only hug her back.
“I’m sorry.”
“You don’t have to be, I’ve had time to move on. But I know you, and you will guilt yourself into early shutdown if I don’t say it. I forgive you, my Orion, Optimus Prime.”
He shuttered optics at that, and almost sagged in her arms in relief as Elita soothed away the pain and his guilt.
“So. Who is it?”
“My Second… and my Third.”
“Optimus, you greedy thing.” She laughed. “Or did you want a matched set?”
He could only laugh in reply, Spark lightening when he realised she held no grudge.
“Still, I don’t blame you, they are very appealing.” There was a playful, considering look in her optics.
“Mine, Ariel.” He growled in mock-warning.
“Then I suggest you go and patch things up. Before I swoop in and steal them from under your nose.” She punctuated this with a quick prod at said feature, and darted back out of his grip before he could retaliate.
“As you command, Elita One.”
“Good, now shoo. I have a party to get back to, and you have two mechs to get back, period.”
With a lighter step than he’d had ever since they’d made contact with Cybertron, he left his quarters to find his black and whites, forever theirs, and able to act it once more.
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