Fluke! - Sounding Dive

No matter where Jazz went, he managed to saunter there.  Prowl was the more sedate mech by his side.  The silver frame would circle his black and white bonded, seemingly moving twice the distance as the tactician did with all of his spins and doubling back.  The mech managed to find a beat, creating his own music and dance around the steady tempo of Prowl’s footfalls.  At first it looked like it would drive the logical mech out of his expansive processors, and initially, it did.  But Jazz slipped little touches along plating, a hint of a caress over a doorwing as he moved.  It was a true expression of his personality and his love for his mate, so logically, Prowl couldn’t help but love the quirk.

 
“Jazz, isn’t that a stupendous waste of energon?”

“Be yourself, not matter what they say, Prowler…”

 
Eventually, Prowl took to taking the long way around, simply to spend longer walking with his beloved.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

 
It was soon after the launch of the Allspark, and teams were breaking up to attempt to retrieve it before Megatron.  Jazz found Prowl in front of a computer terminal and quietly got his attention with a stroke to a shoulder.  Smooth silver digits took elegant white hands, with the same grace Jazz which imbibed all of his movements, but a tremor shook through them. 

 
Prowl made a soft sound, concerned.

 
“Let’s you and I go for a walk, Prowlie-bot.”

 
The tactician nodded and followed his saboteur, out of the base, held dark in case of attack, and to the rooftop out beneath the stars.  Jazz’s normally brilliant smile was dimmed, but still dazzling.  “You know the orders coming through?”

 
“Yes, Optimus will need you with him.  I am slated to lead another team.”  Prowl stopped, looking up at the lights twinkling through the dim atmosphere.  He was drawn back by a touch to his cheek.

 
Jazz circled Prowl then, running his hands over the mech, setting every part of his being firmly into his memory.  A hitch of wings and Prowl stopped his mate before him, pulling him in for a deep kiss.  Then he made a rare reversal, spinning around his silver mate, mapping Jazz’s form just as had been done to himself.  Without a word, Jazz joined in, creating a complex whirling dance between the two of them, movements and touches and glances.

 
“Just to hold your image in my spark until I see you again…"

They fit.  Two halves of a whole.  Opposite sides of a credit chip.  Destruction and repair.  Cannons and wrenches.  Then why did it never seem to work?  They would come together for a few brief orns, then pull apart.  Different assignments.  Getting too close.  Usually Ratchet pulled away.  Shutting the door on what consistently developed with a finality that left even the normally stoic Ironhide shattered.  Both would dive back into their duties.  Couldn’t get attached, there was a war.  Drifting to other lovers.  Either could be deactivated.  Always pulled back. 

Because it was too deep.  It terrified the both of them, but they couldn’t deny it.

The Harvest – Bill Whalen

Bumblebee practically flew over the plains, careening down the winding rural roads with a gleeful abandon that matched the emotions of the two charges within the Camaro.  Sam and Mikaela had made it.  She had finished school, becoming an engineer.  He had graduated from West Point, becoming the soldier that William Lennox had called him those years ago in Mission City.  Music poured from the yellow vehicle’s sound system, wordless and elated, just like the newlyweds laughing in the driver and passenger seats as they headed cross-country for their honeymoon.  Married in California with all their friends and family, heading to the fall of New England to spend their first days as man and wife.

Take on Me – A-ha (Trance Remix)

Jazz liked the feeling of techno.  Prowl just groaned and attempted not to show his exasperation beyond that.  The pulsing beat drove the sensors in his doorwings to distraction.  But his bondmate lit up, feeling the bass and treble just as much as the police cruiser, but reveling in it with his classic abandon.  As loathe as the more sedate portion of the pair was to admit it, he adored watching Jazz move.  The silver mech was lithe and smooth and contorted his frame into positions that no mech had any right getting themselves into.  The grace with which the Solstice moved caught his attention enough to ignore the feathery sensations ghosting over his back, and remain.

 “C’mon Prowler, dance.” 

 “No, I…”  but a sleek white hand slipped into a silver clawed one, and Prowl moved with the music for once, instead of fighting it.

Caress of Venus – L’Arc~en~Ciel

Her hips rocked back and forth in the rough tempo of a human heartbeat.  Will paused with the cereal spoon inches from his lips and simply watched Sarah twirl around the kitchen trying to quiet their unhappy daughter.  The tune from his wife’s lips was simple, and the words were garbled, but that didn’t matter to their child.  Annabelle’s cries soon dropped to half-hearted whimpers. 

 “I’m still shocked how you do that, honey.”

 “Ah, Will, you’ll get the hang of it.  You’ve only been Daddy for three days.”  She moved to hover behind the soldier and stroked his temple, calming her other baby.

Bootstrap's Bootstraps – Pirates of the Caribbean OST

Optimus Prime stood like a pillar at the edge of chaos.  He was unbowed, despite the fact that the ancient balance between the Prime and the High Protector had collapsed into anarchy under the watches of this red and blue mech and his silver brother.   Iacon had fallen beneath the gladiators culled from the arenas in Kaon.  When the united Cybertronians had split into two opposing factions under the former co-rulers, Optimus had lead with fairness.  Protecting the helpless, giving them the tools to protect themselves, and gathering them together.  That was not what impressed Ironhide most about this young Prime.  It was that when they went into battle, Optimus led the troops from the front lines.  Not cowering behind the battlements like previous Primes.  He was beside them, beside the very frontliners he was ordering into the line of fire.  Ironhide respected that Optimus was by his side.

Save Me – Remy Zero

Ratchet was an officer.  He knew that put him at risk.  Further working against him was the fact that he was one of the best medics for traversing the frontlines.  Many medics were built small and lithe.  While Ratchet did posses those qualities in some fashion, moreover he was uncommonly strong and rough.  Thrown harshly in a Decepticon cell, he was thankful for those less common traits.  The interrogator was framed, backlit by the light streaming into the cell and casting a shadow over the battered form of the CMO.  They would get their information; codes, medical histories, through pain or more invasive techniques-  

He knew they would be coming.  They had to.  He couldn’t, wouldn’t just leave him there…

 ‘Hide…

Bonny Portmore – Laura Creamer

It hit Optimus hardest in moments that he wasn’t expecting.  As he learned about their new home, Sam had made a point to show the aliens the most beautiful portions of Earth.  It was only as time went on that the Autobots learned about the uglier faces of the planet.  Communities wrecked by natural disasters, pollution, resources wrenched from an area leaving nothing but a swath of desolation, war-torn cities, states, countries, continents.  Seeing the devastation that humans wreaked upon themselves, such a young species with such as short lifespan.  Echoing the million year destruction of his homeworld on a smaller timescale, there were moments it crushed his spark.

Your Eyes Open - Keane

They had come online opposite each other.  Destined to rule in balance for the length of their existences.  Red optics alighted, met blues.  Pragmatic and idealistic.  Firm hand, fair processors.  They were supposed to equate each other, finding a middle road between each other.  What Megatron did not tell his brother, his equal, was that deep in his spark, he knew that he was meant for more.

Cut Me, Mick - Yellowcard

“Ratch…” he curled reflexively, fighting the shudders wracking through his body.

 “Easy, ‘Hide.  You’re fine.  And you wouldn’t be in this mess if you could have actually behaved.”  The red-headed cyborg snipped while cradling his bondmate to his chest. 

Drug withdrawal or not, Ironhide couldn’t stay sick forever.  They lay under the blankets, while Ratchet felt like he was cooking and wished that he still retained his mech coolant systems.  Unfortunately, the former weapons specialist in his current state could not regulate his body temperature, so the medic quietly dealt with the discomfort and in turn comforted the more solid looking soldier.  He kissed the slightly clammy brow, tucked against his neck in a reversal of their usual positions and ran his hand softly through short dark hair, barely brushing the black fins until Ironhide slipped into an uneasy sleep.

 

Waiting so Long – Berserk OST

Dead planet, starved for energon, devoid of functional Cybertronians… except the few.  Waiting.  Continuing to follow the last order.  Waiting for the message from their leader, saying he had found the Allspark and would return to rule Cybertron, and the galaxy.