Changing Perspectives (Part 2)
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ante_luceTitle: (... guess I'm stuck with this as a title) Changing Perspectives (Part 2)
'Verse: G1 Transformers
Characters: Jazz. Prowl. Bluestreak.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: TF cussing
The next morning found Jazz in the crate, tangled in the blanket and panicking as he fought to get loose. Then Prowl was there, unwrapping him from the cloth and petting him until he’d calmed down again.
It was with some embarrassment that he realised he was purring.
The tactician smiled at him faintly before standing and walking away. Jazz watched him go, curiosity piqued by the Datsun’s expression, so different from the one he and most of the crew saw every day. A thought occurred to the Ops mech. Prowl was smart, wasn’t he? Jazz could probably communicate to the chevroned mech that he wasn’t exactly just a cat. But how to get the message across?
“Jazz.”
Jazz blinked, breaking out of his thoughts to see Prowl already at the door, holding it open and looking at him questioningly.
“Unless you would rather stay in my quarters all day?”
The Ops mech clambered out of the crate to run over, meowing reproachfully at the mech for even suggesting the notion. Prowl smiled again, and made sure Jazz’s tail was well clear of the door before letting it slide shut.
“Don’t run off just yet. I don’t think there are turborats around for you to catch, so you’re going to have to make do with plain energon.”
Oooh, refuelling sounded good (not the turborat option though). Trying to talk to Prowl could wait until after. Tail waving contentedly, Jazz trotted at Prowl’s side as they made their way to the rec room.
= = =
Jazz refuelled while hiding under the table, behind the cover of Prowl’s legs. The rest of the Autobots had been duly briefed, but that didn’t stop them from being curious. Glitches. He was the one stuck as a cat, not them.
The Ops mech grumbled, but didn’t bother growling at the next mech to peek under the table as he lapped from the cube set on the floor, intent on finishing before Prowl left to get to his office. He had a mech to convince and he couldn’t do that stuck outside the tactician’s proverbial lair. The sound of a chair being pushed back was his cue to leave the shelter of the table, and once more he stuck close to the Datsun, not wanting to get left behind.
“Hey Jazz, here Jazz-kitty! Did getting turned into a cat scramble your processors? You can’t possibly want to spend all day with Prowl, do you?”
Jazz stopped when a pede blocked his way, looking up to see Cliffjumper grinning down at him. Looking past the red minibot, he saw that Prowl hadn’t stopped, nor did the tactician give any indication that he’d heard the mech speak. Cliffjumper tried to pet him, and got a good clawing and a hiss for his efforts before the irritated Ops mech chased after the SIC.
= = =
Prowl didn’t say a word throughout the journey to his office. Not when Jazz caught up to him, not when Jazz ran ahead to stand in his way, not when he sidestepped the cat to enter the room.
Jazz tilted his head up at Prowl, sighing at the tactician’s impassive faceplates. Why had he never noticed how much distance there was between the Ark’s SIC and almost everyone else until now? He was supposed to keep an optic on these things!
In any case, making Prowl feel better came first, even over getting the mech to see Jazz could understand everything being said around him (and was therefore fully aware of his actions… slaggit, he was never going to live this down, Prowl had better remember this and be grateful enough not to laugh). He twined about the Datsun’s legs, mewing loudly. It seemed to work, Prowl’s expression softened and the black and white mech reached down to stroke his head briefly.
“I appreciate the support, but you don’t need to stay here, you know.” The mech indicated the partially open door with one hand, and sighed when Jazz didn’t move from where he’d attached himself to the SIC’s pedes like a small cat-shaped limpet. “Fine then, stay. But I’m leaving this ajar so you can leave whenever you want. I’m sure you’ll feel like spending your time with someone other than me eventually.”
Jazz followed the tactician, encouraged by the fact that the mech hadn’t chased him away so he could focus on his work. Perhaps Prowl didn’t mind a little company. After all, it looked like he got little enough of it as it was. The Ops mech worked his way onto the Datsun’s lap, curling his legs under and settling his head on his front paws. A white hand came to rest on his back for a moment before returning to the files on the tactician’s desk top, and Jazz purred before falling silent so that Prowl could work in peace.
To the quiet sound of a stylus scraping across datapads and the gentle whirr of Prowl’s intakes, Jazz sorted through his thoughts. He was really invading the Datsun’s privacy like this. Prowl didn’t know the truth about the now cat-shaped Ops mech, what would happen once the doorwinged mech found out?
Unnoticed by the busy tactician, the saboteur frowned. Prowl would probably be embarrassed that he’d been so open with Jazz, especially since the Porsche couldn’t be counted as one of the SIC’s close friends (did Prowl have close friends? Jazz was suddenly determined to get a proper look at that photo in Prowl’s rooms).
Maybe it would be better not to tell him.
He'd have to keep up the pretence a little while longer, but the Ops mech supposed it wasn’t so bad. It let him see this side of Prowl, and since he’d decided he really wanted to get to know the Datsun better, what better opportunity would he have than while the mech was inclined to be less guarded around him?
Decision made, Jazz purred again and settled in for a nap. Was Prowl a cat person? No matter, the tactician was now.
= = =
“Prowl? Are you in?”
Jazz woke with a start, and found himself alone on Prowl’s chair. Frag, he was an Ops mech, even if Prowl was the quietest mech Jazz had ever come across, he still shouldn’t be able to move the saboteur while Jazz was asleep and not wake him up! Shaking his head to clear it, Jazz sprang on top of the desk to see who’d come looking for the tactician.
Bluestreak eeped when the cat suddenly popped up in front of him, nearly dropping his armful of files. Jazz eyed the gunner quizzically, wondering why he’d come in when Prowl returned.
“Bluestreak?”
The grey mech raised the pile of datapads he held before placing them on the SIC’s desk. “Hey Prowl, here are this month’s supply requisitions, thought I’d bring them over for you to sign off on before running them to wherever they need to go and make sure you remembered to refuel at the same time. Slagging workaholic.”
The tactician held up an energon ration in response to Bluestreak’s teasing comment as he walked into his office. “I remembered. Thank you, Bluestreak.”
A smaller cube was set before Jazz, but the Ops mech ignored the fuel for the time being. Prowl was smiling at Bluestreak, that same faint, there if you looked properly smile that he’d given Jazz this morning. The black and white mech scanned through the stack of files, then sighed and looked up at the gunner.
“I need to get a few of these to Prime to authorise. Would you mind waiting?”
“Yeah. No rush.”
“Thank you.”
Prowl stroked Jazz before exiting once more, and Bluestreak looked at the Ops mech with a wry expression. Jazz blinked at him, then sniffed at the energon Prowl had left him. Just a cat, Bluestreak. Nothing to see here.
“Hey there Jazz.” The gunner petted him gently, and he purred back at Bluestreak. His purr died when the grey Datsun sighed and sat down to be optic to optic with him.
“I want you to know that I was on monitor duty when you woke in the med bay. So yes, I know you’re more than just a cat. But Prowl doesn’t. I don’t know why you’re keeping it from him, but I’m warning you now, if you take advantage of that and hurt him, I won’t be held responsible for my actions.”
Jazz hissed, outraged that Bluestreak would think him so callous. The gunner stared flatly at him. “You saw him just now, didn’t you? Do you have any idea how long it took to get him to relax that much around me? He goes right back to being ‘Prowl, Autobot Second in Charge’ the astroclick anyone else shows up, and no one cares. Well, Prime cares. But he’s as busy as Prowl is.”
The chevroned mech sighed, resting his arms on the table, staring darkly at the piles of work the tactician still had to go through. Jazz nudged his helm, murring softly. Bluestreak shuttered his optics, letting the Ops mech comfort him as best he could.
“Well, okay, I guess you care now too. I heard Cliffjumper grousing about your 'attack' on him. But the rest of them… As long as everything’s running smooth, no one bothers about the mech who’s keeping it that way. I know it’s not entirely their fault, Prowl really keeps to himself too much, and they take their cues from him and he gets his from them and we end up with a pretty mess of a vicious cycle.”
Bluestreak petted Jazz again, musing contemplatively. “You could be good for him, I think. Maybe if he can open up to someone else apart from me, he’ll be a little less guarded around everyone else.”
The door opened, prompting both mech and cat to sit up straight and turn to look at Prowl as he came in. The black and white mech blinked at them, and Bluestreak grinned.
“We’re plotting against you, Prowl.”
“Do you always warn your opponents before launching an attack?” The tactician raised an optic ridge as he quickly signed off on the remaining datapads. The gunner laughed as he gathered his load and stood.
“Only when they’re at such a disadvantage that they can’t do anything about it. Jazz.” The cat looked at him, the very picture of attentiveness. Bluestreak smirked. “Remember, don’t let Prowl work too hard. He’d recharge in here if he could.”
Jazz meowed, accepting his mission, and Bluestreak left the room. Prowl shook his head at them both, sitting down to start work again, Jazz perched atop the desk, watching him.
'Verse: G1 Transformers
Characters: Jazz. Prowl. Bluestreak.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: TF cussing
The next morning found Jazz in the crate, tangled in the blanket and panicking as he fought to get loose. Then Prowl was there, unwrapping him from the cloth and petting him until he’d calmed down again.
It was with some embarrassment that he realised he was purring.
The tactician smiled at him faintly before standing and walking away. Jazz watched him go, curiosity piqued by the Datsun’s expression, so different from the one he and most of the crew saw every day. A thought occurred to the Ops mech. Prowl was smart, wasn’t he? Jazz could probably communicate to the chevroned mech that he wasn’t exactly just a cat. But how to get the message across?
“Jazz.”
Jazz blinked, breaking out of his thoughts to see Prowl already at the door, holding it open and looking at him questioningly.
“Unless you would rather stay in my quarters all day?”
The Ops mech clambered out of the crate to run over, meowing reproachfully at the mech for even suggesting the notion. Prowl smiled again, and made sure Jazz’s tail was well clear of the door before letting it slide shut.
“Don’t run off just yet. I don’t think there are turborats around for you to catch, so you’re going to have to make do with plain energon.”
Oooh, refuelling sounded good (not the turborat option though). Trying to talk to Prowl could wait until after. Tail waving contentedly, Jazz trotted at Prowl’s side as they made their way to the rec room.
= = =
Jazz refuelled while hiding under the table, behind the cover of Prowl’s legs. The rest of the Autobots had been duly briefed, but that didn’t stop them from being curious. Glitches. He was the one stuck as a cat, not them.
The Ops mech grumbled, but didn’t bother growling at the next mech to peek under the table as he lapped from the cube set on the floor, intent on finishing before Prowl left to get to his office. He had a mech to convince and he couldn’t do that stuck outside the tactician’s proverbial lair. The sound of a chair being pushed back was his cue to leave the shelter of the table, and once more he stuck close to the Datsun, not wanting to get left behind.
“Hey Jazz, here Jazz-kitty! Did getting turned into a cat scramble your processors? You can’t possibly want to spend all day with Prowl, do you?”
Jazz stopped when a pede blocked his way, looking up to see Cliffjumper grinning down at him. Looking past the red minibot, he saw that Prowl hadn’t stopped, nor did the tactician give any indication that he’d heard the mech speak. Cliffjumper tried to pet him, and got a good clawing and a hiss for his efforts before the irritated Ops mech chased after the SIC.
= = =
Prowl didn’t say a word throughout the journey to his office. Not when Jazz caught up to him, not when Jazz ran ahead to stand in his way, not when he sidestepped the cat to enter the room.
Jazz tilted his head up at Prowl, sighing at the tactician’s impassive faceplates. Why had he never noticed how much distance there was between the Ark’s SIC and almost everyone else until now? He was supposed to keep an optic on these things!
In any case, making Prowl feel better came first, even over getting the mech to see Jazz could understand everything being said around him (and was therefore fully aware of his actions… slaggit, he was never going to live this down, Prowl had better remember this and be grateful enough not to laugh). He twined about the Datsun’s legs, mewing loudly. It seemed to work, Prowl’s expression softened and the black and white mech reached down to stroke his head briefly.
“I appreciate the support, but you don’t need to stay here, you know.” The mech indicated the partially open door with one hand, and sighed when Jazz didn’t move from where he’d attached himself to the SIC’s pedes like a small cat-shaped limpet. “Fine then, stay. But I’m leaving this ajar so you can leave whenever you want. I’m sure you’ll feel like spending your time with someone other than me eventually.”
Jazz followed the tactician, encouraged by the fact that the mech hadn’t chased him away so he could focus on his work. Perhaps Prowl didn’t mind a little company. After all, it looked like he got little enough of it as it was. The Ops mech worked his way onto the Datsun’s lap, curling his legs under and settling his head on his front paws. A white hand came to rest on his back for a moment before returning to the files on the tactician’s desk top, and Jazz purred before falling silent so that Prowl could work in peace.
To the quiet sound of a stylus scraping across datapads and the gentle whirr of Prowl’s intakes, Jazz sorted through his thoughts. He was really invading the Datsun’s privacy like this. Prowl didn’t know the truth about the now cat-shaped Ops mech, what would happen once the doorwinged mech found out?
Unnoticed by the busy tactician, the saboteur frowned. Prowl would probably be embarrassed that he’d been so open with Jazz, especially since the Porsche couldn’t be counted as one of the SIC’s close friends (did Prowl have close friends? Jazz was suddenly determined to get a proper look at that photo in Prowl’s rooms).
Maybe it would be better not to tell him.
He'd have to keep up the pretence a little while longer, but the Ops mech supposed it wasn’t so bad. It let him see this side of Prowl, and since he’d decided he really wanted to get to know the Datsun better, what better opportunity would he have than while the mech was inclined to be less guarded around him?
Decision made, Jazz purred again and settled in for a nap. Was Prowl a cat person? No matter, the tactician was now.
= = =
“Prowl? Are you in?”
Jazz woke with a start, and found himself alone on Prowl’s chair. Frag, he was an Ops mech, even if Prowl was the quietest mech Jazz had ever come across, he still shouldn’t be able to move the saboteur while Jazz was asleep and not wake him up! Shaking his head to clear it, Jazz sprang on top of the desk to see who’d come looking for the tactician.
Bluestreak eeped when the cat suddenly popped up in front of him, nearly dropping his armful of files. Jazz eyed the gunner quizzically, wondering why he’d come in when Prowl returned.
“Bluestreak?”
The grey mech raised the pile of datapads he held before placing them on the SIC’s desk. “Hey Prowl, here are this month’s supply requisitions, thought I’d bring them over for you to sign off on before running them to wherever they need to go and make sure you remembered to refuel at the same time. Slagging workaholic.”
The tactician held up an energon ration in response to Bluestreak’s teasing comment as he walked into his office. “I remembered. Thank you, Bluestreak.”
A smaller cube was set before Jazz, but the Ops mech ignored the fuel for the time being. Prowl was smiling at Bluestreak, that same faint, there if you looked properly smile that he’d given Jazz this morning. The black and white mech scanned through the stack of files, then sighed and looked up at the gunner.
“I need to get a few of these to Prime to authorise. Would you mind waiting?”
“Yeah. No rush.”
“Thank you.”
Prowl stroked Jazz before exiting once more, and Bluestreak looked at the Ops mech with a wry expression. Jazz blinked at him, then sniffed at the energon Prowl had left him. Just a cat, Bluestreak. Nothing to see here.
“Hey there Jazz.” The gunner petted him gently, and he purred back at Bluestreak. His purr died when the grey Datsun sighed and sat down to be optic to optic with him.
“I want you to know that I was on monitor duty when you woke in the med bay. So yes, I know you’re more than just a cat. But Prowl doesn’t. I don’t know why you’re keeping it from him, but I’m warning you now, if you take advantage of that and hurt him, I won’t be held responsible for my actions.”
Jazz hissed, outraged that Bluestreak would think him so callous. The gunner stared flatly at him. “You saw him just now, didn’t you? Do you have any idea how long it took to get him to relax that much around me? He goes right back to being ‘Prowl, Autobot Second in Charge’ the astroclick anyone else shows up, and no one cares. Well, Prime cares. But he’s as busy as Prowl is.”
The chevroned mech sighed, resting his arms on the table, staring darkly at the piles of work the tactician still had to go through. Jazz nudged his helm, murring softly. Bluestreak shuttered his optics, letting the Ops mech comfort him as best he could.
“Well, okay, I guess you care now too. I heard Cliffjumper grousing about your 'attack' on him. But the rest of them… As long as everything’s running smooth, no one bothers about the mech who’s keeping it that way. I know it’s not entirely their fault, Prowl really keeps to himself too much, and they take their cues from him and he gets his from them and we end up with a pretty mess of a vicious cycle.”
Bluestreak petted Jazz again, musing contemplatively. “You could be good for him, I think. Maybe if he can open up to someone else apart from me, he’ll be a little less guarded around everyone else.”
The door opened, prompting both mech and cat to sit up straight and turn to look at Prowl as he came in. The black and white mech blinked at them, and Bluestreak grinned.
“We’re plotting against you, Prowl.”
“Do you always warn your opponents before launching an attack?” The tactician raised an optic ridge as he quickly signed off on the remaining datapads. The gunner laughed as he gathered his load and stood.
“Only when they’re at such a disadvantage that they can’t do anything about it. Jazz.” The cat looked at him, the very picture of attentiveness. Bluestreak smirked. “Remember, don’t let Prowl work too hard. He’d recharge in here if he could.”
Jazz meowed, accepting his mission, and Bluestreak left the room. Prowl shook his head at them both, sitting down to start work again, Jazz perched atop the desk, watching him.
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Date: 2010-02-01 08:08 am (UTC)*looks both ways, quickly pets the Jazz-Kitty, and runs*
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Date: 2010-02-01 05:20 pm (UTC)One question though - Ratchet and Wheeljack were there when Jazz awoke, and yet decided he was a cat. What Bluestreak saw in cat!Jazz behavior that they didn't?
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Date: 2010-02-02 06:52 am (UTC)Now I eagerly await to see if Jazz will use that universal cat trick, the dreaded "lay down on the paperwork and refuse to move" to get Prowl to take a break. :D
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Date: 2010-02-01 05:36 pm (UTC)I love that Bluestreak is taking care of Prowl and has figured out ways of doing so and having real interactions with Prowl. Teasing him about forgetting to refuel was cute! I also like that he's figured out that Jazz isn't 'just' a cyberkitty but has retained all his faculties.
So, yeah, looking forward to seeing what happens next, and yes, still really curious about that picture. I hope the bunny tells you soon.
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Date: 2010-02-02 05:45 am (UTC)Bunny has informed me about the picture, after changing its mind about only a dozen times. Now to lock it in before something else happens.
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Date: 2010-02-01 07:10 pm (UTC)Jazz is a cyber-cat, and everyone things he's not self-aware... just... wow. I look forward to more
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Date: 2010-02-01 07:18 pm (UTC)I get this crazy warm happy feeling in my stomach while reading it. :)
I squeed when Jazz rubbed against Prowl's legs. So cute!
Can't wait for more.
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Date: 2010-02-02 02:19 am (UTC)That line, right there, broke my heart just a little bit. Don't worry, Prowl! We still love you, along with Bluestreak and Jazz!
By the by, it's nice to see Blue play the overprotective 'bot instead of Prowl. Love it!
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Date: 2010-02-02 02:54 am (UTC)And I totally want Ravage to come creeping into the Ark on one of his stealth missions, and he and Jazz can throw-down kitty style in one of the air vents.
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Date: 2010-02-02 05:52 am (UTC)Ravage is sneakying around headspace, glaring suspiciously at the 'new cat'. A catfight may be in the works. *holds onto head warily*
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Date: 2010-02-02 02:50 pm (UTC)I just love seeing Kitty!Jazz and Oblivious!Prowl. :3
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Date: 2010-02-04 06:36 am (UTC)"We're plotting against you Prowl."
I love that line. Moreso because it's a lot more truthful than Prowl currently realizes. :)
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Date: 2011-11-29 04:44 am (UTC)Telling Prowl they're plotting against him... hee! I love absolute honesty as a tactic to mislead.
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Date: 2011-11-30 09:36 am (UTC)Glad you like :3