Transformers

Prowl · Posted: Mon Feb 08, 2010 3:40 pm Post subject:

Silver fixed Night with a piercing gaze. /That shouldn't have happened./

/I know./ Night muttered. /Something more is going on here./

Silver nodded. /So what do we do about it?/

/I'm not sure./ Night snuggled up against Jazz's chassis, and Silver did the same to Prowl.
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I feel like a fugitive from the law of averages. ~William H. Mauldin

Sometimes I wonder - how many future geniuses have I destroyed by prescribing anti-psychotics? ~Dad

Jazz · Posted: Mon Feb 08, 2010 5:45 pm Post subject:

Jazz held Night tight, his head still resting on Prowl's shoulder. "We're okay, guys. So ya don't have ta worry, all right?"

Night nodded, looking up at Jazz. "You ain't goin' nowhere, are ya?"

Jazz allowed a small smile to cross his face. "Nah, I ain't goin' anywhere. Too many mechs to bug."
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Writing to me is simply thinking through my fingers. - Isaac Asimov

When our time is up/when our lives are done/will we say we've had our fun?/
Will we make a mark this time/will we always say we tried?

Prowl · Posted: Tue Feb 09, 2010 1:22 am Post subject:

Silver looked up at Prowl. "Are you?"

Prowl smiled. "No. I have to make sure Jazz here doesn't annoy the wrong mech." he teased, poking Jazz in the side. Jazz shifted away from his touch, laughing.

"Aw, come on, Prowler!"
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I feel like a fugitive from the law of averages. ~William H. Mauldin

Sometimes I wonder - how many future geniuses have I destroyed by prescribing anti-psychotics? ~Dad

Jazz · Posted: Tue Feb 09, 2010 3:00 am Post subject:

Prowl smirked as he winked at Silver. He reached over and poked Jazz again, causing him to yelp and try to squirm away, Night hanging on tighter as Jazz moved.

Jazz grinned over at Prowl. "Watch it, cop-bot." he teased.

Prowl rose an optic ridge. "Or what?"

"I'm goin' for the doorwings." Jazz said, finger brushing the doorwing closest to him with a smirk.
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Writing to me is simply thinking through my fingers. - Isaac Asimov

When our time is up/when our lives are done/will we say we've had our fun?/
Will we make a mark this time/will we always say we tried?

Prowl · Posted: Tue Feb 09, 2010 3:09 pm Post subject:

Prowl couldn't completely suppress a shiver at the gentle touch. "Do you really want to start something around the kids?" he asked with a grin.

Jazz smirked. "What? Like a tickle war? Ya know those are my favorites." he teased.

Prowl couldn't help it. /Because you know they never stay tickle wars./ he pointed out.
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I feel like a fugitive from the law of averages. ~William H. Mauldin

Sometimes I wonder - how many future geniuses have I destroyed by prescribing anti-psychotics? ~Dad

Jazz · Posted: Tue Feb 09, 2010 3:17 pm Post subject:

Jazz shrugged. /Like yer really complainin'./ he said with a smirk.

/No, I'm not. But there are young ones in the room./ Prowl pointed out.

Jazz nodded, conceding the point. /Fair enough. But the moment these two are gone, yer mine./
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Writing to me is simply thinking through my fingers. - Isaac Asimov

When our time is up/when our lives are done/will we say we've had our fun?/
Will we make a mark this time/will we always say we tried?

Prowl · Posted: Tue Feb 09, 2010 3:19 pm Post subject:

Prowl couldn't stop a grin - or the slight push he gave Jazz through their bond. Jazz's optics widened slightly, but Prowl returned to playing with the twins, ignoring him for the moment.

Or at least, trying to.
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I feel like a fugitive from the law of averages. ~William H. Mauldin

Sometimes I wonder - how many future geniuses have I destroyed by prescribing anti-psychotics? ~Dad

Jazz · Posted: Tue Feb 09, 2010 3:28 pm Post subject:

Jazz smiled to himself as he watched Prowl play with the twins. /Yer lucky I'm not cuffin' ya to the berth, cop-bot./ he murmured.
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Writing to me is simply thinking through my fingers. - Isaac Asimov

When our time is up/when our lives are done/will we say we've had our fun?/
Will we make a mark this time/will we always say we tried?

Prowl · Posted: Tue Feb 09, 2010 3:31 pm Post subject:

/I know./ Prowl said cheerfully enough, still not looking at Jazz.

Jazz didn't even lean forward, but his voice got softer. /Yer lucky I'm not -/

/Jazz./

/Yes Prowler?/

/Please be quiet./
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I feel like a fugitive from the law of averages. ~William H. Mauldin

Sometimes I wonder - how many future geniuses have I destroyed by prescribing anti-psychotics? ~Dad

Jazz · Posted: Tue Feb 09, 2010 3:40 pm Post subject:

Jazz smiled. /But I thought ya liked the sound of my voice./ he said, poking Prowl in the side.

/Jazz. Hush./

/Okay, fine./ Jazz said, yelping when Night pounced on him. "Hey, what was that for?"

"Cuz yer there." Night declared, grinning brightly at Jazz.

"Ya asked for it, kiddo." Jazz lifted Night and gently dropped him onto the berth, pinning him there as he tickled Night's sides. "Do ya give?"
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Writing to me is simply thinking through my fingers. - Isaac Asimov

When our time is up/when our lives are done/will we say we've had our fun?/
Will we make a mark this time/will we always say we tried?

Prowl · Posted: Tue Feb 09, 2010 3:42 pm Post subject:

"Never!" Night gasped.

Prowl whispered something to Silver, and the small doorwinger tackled Jazz and began tickling him as well. "It's Silver to the rescue!" she cried.

Prowl just laughed silently.
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I feel like a fugitive from the law of averages. ~William H. Mauldin

Sometimes I wonder - how many future geniuses have I destroyed by prescribing anti-psychotics? ~Dad

Jazz · Posted: Tue Feb 09, 2010 3:49 pm Post subject:

Jazz laughed as Silver pounced, Jazz rolling with her. Silver landed on top, and laughed as Jazz grinned up at her. "Ya got me!"

Night quickly climbed to his feet and pounced. "Give up?"

"Nope. Ya'll gotta do better than that."
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Writing to me is simply thinking through my fingers. - Isaac Asimov

When our time is up/when our lives are done/will we say we've had our fun?/
Will we make a mark this time/will we always say we tried?

Prowl · Posted: Tue Feb 09, 2010 3:52 pm Post subject:

Prowl just watched as the twins proceeded to try and tickle Jazz into submission. For a moment, if he could ignore the fact that they were on the Nemesis and not back home in the Ark, everything seemed back to normal.

He hoped that was an omen of things to come.
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I feel like a fugitive from the law of averages. ~William H. Mauldin

Sometimes I wonder - how many future geniuses have I destroyed by prescribing anti-psychotics? ~Dad

Jazz · Posted: Tue Feb 09, 2010 3:55 pm Post subject:

Jazz glanced over at Prowl. /Everythin' will be all right, Prowler. Watch, Prime'll come around./

/Ever the optimist./

Jazz smiled. /Well, it's either be overly optimistic, or just become a big ball of emo-ness. I'm choosin' optimism cuz Gears has the emo-ness covered./
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Writing to me is simply thinking through my fingers. - Isaac Asimov

When our time is up/when our lives are done/will we say we've had our fun?/
Will we make a mark this time/will we always say we tried?

Prowl · Posted: Tue Feb 09, 2010 3:57 pm Post subject:

Prowl couldn't help but laugh. /What would I do without you?/

/Prob'bly lock up fer the rest of yer life./ Jazz teased. /Primus knows ya can stand a joke better now than ya ever could./

/Jazz, don't make me tackle you myself./
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I feel like a fugitive from the law of averages. ~William H. Mauldin

Sometimes I wonder - how many future geniuses have I destroyed by prescribing anti-psychotics? ~Dad