Fic: Wake up Call - Ch 5
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camfieldTitle: Wake up Call - Ch 5
Universe: G1
Characters: Jazz/Prowl
Rating: NC 17
Warnings: Death, Mutilation, Mind fuckery, Dark fic, references to interfacing, language.
Disclaimer: I claim nothing but my own poor writing and ideas
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Perceptor had been missing for nearly a week before his body showed up on the Ark’s doorstep.
When he had gone missing, Jazz had been frantic. He’d thrown all his available agents into working on finding the microscope, but none of them had turned up any information, and in the end it hadn’t mattered anyway.
Because the scientist had been tortured in exactly the same capacity as Soundwave, down to the glyphs of suffering and the data chip with memory files trapped in the ruined valve by Perceptor’s own spike.
Jazz had pushed Ratchet out of the morgue and stayed in there alone for joors. When he finally came out he looked sluggish and underenergized, something Ratchet recognized as being from crying for a long time.
He wished he’d never shown that data at the meeting. If he had just run it by Optimus, or even Prowl first before throwing it in everyone’s faces maybe Jazz wouldn’t have…
It also showed, however, that the killer was close to them. Otherwise there should have been no way for them to know about Perceptor.
Unless they’d already known about Perceptor.
Ratchet pinched the bridge of his nasal plates, focusing on the pressure that the sensors were warning him about.
This was such a clusterfuck. They didn’t really have any information on the killer, and he’d succeeded in breaking a millennia long secret that didn’t have any bearing on the war.
Fragging fantastic.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
When Jazz just up and disappeared, everyone was frantic.
When he showed up not a cycle later with Soundwave’s nearly dead cassettes, they had no clue what was going on.
When Blaster ran into the medbay after Jazz…
Not a single bot could find it in himself to begrudge him trying to save their lives. It was the most passionate Jazz had been about something in a long time.
*~*~*~*~*~~*
“They have to agree Jazz, I can’t just plug ‘em in!”
Jazz slammed a hand into the wall.
“Fraggit!”
With his body radiating fury, he carefully uplinked to Ravage and force rebooted the cassette.
“Yah don’ have much time. Soundwave is dead, if yah wanna live yah gonna have ta snap in wit Blaster.”
Ravage lifted his head just enough to look into Jazz’s visor.
“I will follow my creator to the well then.”
Jazz looked like he’d known Ravage’s answer and hoped otherwise.
“I’ll find out who did this ta him, I promise. Aint nothin’ gonna stop meh from killin’m either.”
Ravage nuzzled Jazz’s hand with the last of his strength before lying back down.
“Ratbat. If you would save any of us, let it be Ratbat.”
And so it went. Each cassette was force rebooted and made the same offer, only for them to each repeat the same thing. They would follow Soundwave.
They each also expressed the same plea. Save Ratbat.
Frenzy had lasted the longest online, and had told Jazz and Blaster in fits and starts that Ratbat was the youngest. All he had ever known was the war and they knew at least with the Autobots Ratbat would have a better life then they had aboard the Nemesis.
Ratbat had onlined with a shriek and promptly curled into a ball, sobbing with the force of his lost kin bonds. When Jazz made the offer to the rapidly declining cassette it was only his extreme ‘interpretation’ of the garbled answer that had them connecting him into Blaster’s systems.
It was painstakingly obvious that recovery would take a long time. Blaster had adopted symbiotes before, but only on a temporary basis. This was something new to all of them; something they weren’t even sure would work.
But Jazz had to try.
Had to do something to salvage whatever he could from his one-time friend.
*~*~*~*~*~*~~*
How exactly the news of Jazz being a one time Elite Consort spread so quickly through the Ark even Red Alert was unsure about.
It was infuriating to some, exasperating to others and a non-issue for many. One thing that everyone could agree on was that the mech Jazz had been and the mech he was now were completely different.
That, and Jazz had literally ripped into a mech in the rec room when he’d made a disparaging comment on his former profession and the line of dead mechs gracing the Ark.
Mecha were very careful around Jazz after that. Gone was the easy going, party loving officer they had come to know and love and in his place was a battered and angry mech willing to tear into someone at the slightest sudden movement.
Prowl was the only one who could keep Jazz from going off on the other mecha. Jazz would start to get worked up and suddenly Prowl would sweep in and diffuse the situation, pulling Jazz into a corner of the rec room or back to their quarters while he calmed down.
They had never seen the smug, self-assured smile that Prowl seemed to wear all the time before either.
So many things were happening now that were out of everyone’s control. It was tearing friendships apart, creating distrust within the ranks and making what had once been a near perfect working environment into Pit on Earth.
*~*~*~*~*~*~
Jazz was curled on his berth, mind whirling with bits and pieces of memory files and random information that he was trying to match together.
He was sure the killer was someone he had refused time with, why else would they target mecha who had been his clients?
But the list of names known to him was short, and none of them had lived past the raids. The only thing he could think of was that one of them had been refit and was close to him.
He could even say that he was fairly certain whoever the killer was that he was on the Ark. The Decepticons were as worried about this as Optimus was, and that said a lot about the killer. To be able to take down Soundwave though… Jazz honestly wasn’t sure who was capable of doing that from the Ark.
Soundwave had thwarted them on the battlefield for vorns. Now suddenly he turns up dead by a single mech? Who would have had the ability to take him down and not used it given previous chances?
Unless this killer had been planning this for that long. Jazz knew it was plausible, he himself had spent incredible amounts of time on specific missions, simply because biding his time was the best option at the time. Was this what the killer had planned?
He forcibly turned his thoughts to Ratbat.
The small cassette was more than distraught, seeking Jazz out whenever Blaster let him leave his chest compartment.
He had reverted to sparkling speak of clicks and whistles, offering an uplink cable to share memories whenever he was lucid enough to do so.
Soundwave had shared many memories of him with the cassettes, and when Jazz had uplinked with Ratbat in the medbay he had known that the two mecha were one in the same.
Blaster had shrugged when Jazz asked about it, saying that the only reason Ratbat stayed with him at all was because he needed to charge plugged into Blaster’s systems. If Jazz upgraded himself with a charge port mod, Ratbat would more than likely stay with him all the time.
It was a small comfort to Jazz to have Ratbat’s trust when it seemed that no one else trusted him anymore.
Even Prowl was acting differently, though Jazz couldn’t figure out why.
It was… strange. Prowl treated him with the same level of respect and familiarity as he had before, not even seeming to care about his past as a consort, but then there were times when Jazz caught flashes of possessive anger and smug satisfaction that seemed completely out of context.
Like he had already known about Jazz’s past and just hadn’t said anything about it.
A small body slipped into his room and snuggled into his abdominal plating and he moved a hand to gently stroke the trembling body.
When the cable was tentatively offered, he pushed aside all the bad feelings and memories to focus on giving Ratbat as much comfort as he could.
*~*~*~*~*~~*~*
His collection of spikes was quite impressive, if he did say so himself. It was too bad that he had opted to leave both Soundwave and Perceptor’s with their bodies, but sacrifices must be made to ensure the destruction of the carefully crafted persona Jazz had made for the war.
He would have delighted in using them, however, they had burned with deliciously dark energy when they found out who he was and it was always nicer to use that carefully collected hate then to have to generate his own.
Living with the Autobots had always left him starved for those feelings. They were all so altruistic and LOYAL to their Prime, only a few of them ever had really truly hateful intentions. It was enough to make him seek out Decepticons simply for the joy of feeding off their malignant energy, sucking it into his own EM field like a form of lifeblood.
It was wonderful, and now he didn’t even have to leave the ark to have those delicious feelings close by. Jazz was pouring them out in droves, Ratbat as well, to a lesser extent and it was nearly all he could do to keep his hands off.
For now.
Soon, the voice in his processor crooned. So very, very soon you will have what you desire and no one will be able to take it from you ever again.
So very soon he would hammer the last nail into place and everything that Jazz was would be his.
Pity about Ratbat, however, he would have liked this sweep to have been a clean one.
‘Oh what was I thinking? Is his heart still beating?’
Chapter 6
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Date: 2011-12-21 02:33 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-12-21 06:41 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-12-21 03:06 am (UTC)Still reading though!
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Date: 2011-12-21 06:41 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-12-21 03:08 am (UTC)No, it can't be Prowl! *sobs*
*hides in denial*
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Date: 2011-12-21 06:42 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-12-21 05:26 am (UTC)O.O Ratbat! Leave Ratbat alone you who is NOT Prowl! XD
Can't wait for more!
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Date: 2011-12-21 06:42 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-12-21 09:36 am (UTC)Hmm, but I gotta wonder - Prowl already had Jazz (they were in a relationship) why all the trouble of killing those mechs and risking what he has? You're an IDIOT Prowl! Pffft, so much for that battle computer of his.
Poor Jazz and poor Ratbat *hugs them both*
*looks at empty bow of pop corn* Need more! >3
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Date: 2011-12-21 09:51 am (UTC)The next (and last) chapter should clear everything up. :)
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Date: 2011-12-21 11:45 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-12-23 12:39 am (UTC)OMG!!! Prowl! No....
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