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'Friendly' Persuasion	By : LadyStarscream Category: Transformers > G1 > Slash - M/M Views: 1993 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Transformers belongs to Hasbro, I'm just borrowing the charas long enough to write them! Also, I am not making any profit from these. It's just for fun . Also, many many thanks to LStarrunner who wrote a lot of the content in the later c

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title: "Friendly" Persuasion (Chapter two: Rescue)
Universe: G1
Category: Slash (Plug 'N Play
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: violence, swearing, implied slash, and a whole lot more picking on Prowl...
Well... drabble, mostly. And drama.
Pairings: Jazz/Prowl (relationship, established), references to Prowl/Soundwave.

I'd like to thank vejiraziel, who provided me with the lj-cut tags. Really. I haven't been able to use my rich-text editor all day for some reason, though it somehow worked for the first chapter of this fic.
Seriously, I've been almost going nuts trying to figure out how to do a cut by hand. And I couldn't find it on the help pages. Thank you so much Raz!

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Starscream and his wingmates were sent flying (quite literally) by one blast from wheeljack's mega-cannon. Soundwave's cassettes scampered away inside, and hit their comms. "The Autobots have found us!" Rumble yelled. Megatron cursed, and looked over at Soundwave, who was standing over the motionless form of the Autobot 2CO. "Well?" he asked.
Soundwave simply replied "Inquiry failed. Information irretrievable."

Megatron snarled, and aimed his armcannon at the already severely damaged Autobot.

"GRaaaah!" he fired off a blast, but it missed when he felt someone slam into his back.

Soundwave fired off a blast at whoever it was, and took off running down the hall, Ironhide firing after him. Megatron turned around right as Prime punched him. At the same time, Ironhide and Ratchet went around on the other side to get to Prowl.

Outside the temporary mountainbase, Sideswipe and Sunstreaker were giving the seekers a hard time. Sideswipe used his rocket pack to launch himself into the air, and landed on top of Thundercracker, and Sunstreaker ramped off a pile of rocks, and landed on Starscream.

"Gyaah! get off me, Auto-brat!" the seeker screeched, not even realizing he was about to collide with his wingmate.

The Lamborgini brothers jumped at the last second, before the two jets collided. Meanwhile, the minispies were giving some of the other Decepticons heck. The Constructicons hid behind some rocks, looking around impatiently, hoping Megatron would call for a retreat before any of them ended up in the scrap pile.

Inside, Megatron tried to bring up his armcannon, but the room was too small, and before he knew it, Prime had knocked it away. Conceding defeat, the Decepticon leader turned and made a hasty retreat down the hall after where Soundwave had headed. Soundwave rounded a corner, and was clotheslined by a darkly-colored Decepticon. He looked up at the Stunticon. Since when had Breakdown gotten a recolor?

Before he could react, the con had him around the throat, and shoved him harshly up against the wall.

The hologram faded, revealing a very P.O.ed looking black and white Porsche. "Where is he?" he snarled, never taking his eyes off the blue Decepticon communications officer.

"De-activated." Soundwave droned without emotion.

The black and white shoved him harder against the wall, and Soundwave felt his neck plating starting to buckle underneath the stress.

"That wasn't what I wanted to hear." the saboteur growled, reaching for his gun.

Soundwave didn't even wince. He instead kicked away the Autobot, and was promptly ran over by Megatron.

"SOUNDWAVE YOU IDIOT!" Megatron growled, picking himself up.

Jazz would have smirked, had he not been in such a bad mood. Yes, it was a rarity for anyone to ever see him this upset. But they had taken his bonded. Primus only knew if Prowl was still alive, even. Megatron continued his retreat, and the Jazz fired off a shot at Soundwave's head as he picked himself up. Soundwave was thrown back, and felt his neck cables protest as his head was jerked back. Pieces of the shattered red visor that covered his face tinkled to the floor. Well, at least the Autobot had missed his neurocircuitry.

He looked up, and reached for his gun. another shot sent his gun flying, taking part of his hand with it. He should have realized if the Autobots found them it would lead to something like this.

Jazz aimed at his head again. He wouldn't miss this time.

He took a step forward, ready to continue his little plan of revenge, till a voice down the hallway yelled "Jazz!" He glanced back at Soundwave, all semblance of the peaceful, fun-loving Autobot gone. Instead, it was replaced by sheer malice, hatred. A cold-sparked killer that was ready to do anything to avenge his bonded.

He glared, and fired off a final shot at the Decepticon's head before turning to walk towards the owner of the voice. Soundwave fell, visor shattered, smoke rising from his helmet. His last thought before blacking out was that he had simply been following orders, and that his day was really not going well.

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Prowl heard the faint sound of voices as the darkness lightened slightly. He must be starting to wake up. Voices? He felt someone release his hands...

What was going to happen next, he wondered. His battle computer had since crashed, leaving him with no logic to go on, simply emotion and instinct.

He heard someone say his name in the darkness.

"..Prowl...Prowl..."

He strained to remember....Megatron... Soundwave... Oh Primus!

Someone was now trying to upright him. He twisted away and tried to curl up, bringing up his arms up to cover his face.

Ratchet was trying to see how much damage was done, and managed to get the shackles off, and tried to carefully upright the damaged tactician. His armor had been torn, windows shattered, chevron bent and twisted. His doorwings were ripped off, and what was left was sparking.

As soon as his hands were free, Prowl tried to twist away and curl up.

Ratchet gave Prime a worried look. Ironhide glanced down the hall, ready for any Decepticon stupid enough to come down the hallway while they were trying to rescue their friend.

"We have to get out of here before the Decepticons try to come back and finish him off."

Prowl didn't want to activate his optics. He was afraid of what he might see.

What if... what if they'd come back to finish him off. A small whimper escaped his vocalizer. His audios were fading in and out, only getting small snatches of the conversation going on around him. "Have to....Decepticons....finish him.....Prowl?"

Someone grabbed his shoulder, and he blindly batted it away. Whoever it was was trying to get him upright.

No! he wouldn't let Soundwave do that again!

he tried to hit whoever it was away, and managed to swing blindly and punch whoever it was. "No! not again... please!" a half-whimper-half-sob sounded, and he tried to curl up tighter.

where were his friends? weren't they going to rescue him?"

Ratchet tried to grab him by the shoulder, being careful of his damaged doorwings. Prowl suddenly started to swing at him, trying to fight him off. Ironhide headed down the hall to find out where Jazz had gone. He'd managed to infiltrate the base just prior to their attack, and find out where Prowl was being held. But now he'd disappeared, and the red van guessed he had gone hunting for whoever had done this to his bonded. He turned a corner, and spotted the black and white at the other end off the hall. "Jazz!" he called.

The saboteur turned and gave him an icy look. Ironhide shivered involuntarily. He'd hate to be in Soundwave's position right now.

He walked back to where Prime and Ratchet were, still trying to get Prowl to realize who they were. But he was still trying to curl up into a tight ball in the corner, doing everything in his power to fight off Ratchet every time he got close.

"I could just sedate him." Ratchet mused.

Prime glanced at him, then at Prowl with a deeply worried expression. "We don't know how badly damaged he is. If you do, it could effect his systems to dramatically."

Prime didn't want to say it, he'd seen it before. If a bot was too damaged, he knew the Decepticons, Soundwave especially, liked to rig their prisoner's systems so they couldn't go into stasis, which meant they were forced to stay awake through an interrogation. If Prowl was forced into stasis, he could go offline permanently.

The sound of light footsteps sounded, and The group glanced up. Jazz walked up, gun in one hand, and wearing a scowl. He stepped past Ironhide, and the gun dropped from his hand. ..."prowl..." It was barely a whisper, But Ratchet heard and glanced up. "We have to get him out of here. He's badly damaged."

The medic put a hand gently on Prowl's shoulder, making him whimper again, and try to curl up against the wall. a small spray of sparks came from his back when it scratched the wall. Jazz hurried up, and placed one hand firmly on Prowl's shoulder, ducking as he swung again, wrapping the other arm around the tactician as he turned, so he had him in a sort of halfway- hug. "Hey...hey."

Prowl was still panicking. "No, wait... I can't panic... have to think about this... panicking won't help anything. Have to try to think about this logically." he tried to access his logic computer, and was replied with a buzzing sound.

Someone (whoever it was previously, most likely) was trying to get him to turn around again. He swung out blindly, and tried to online his optics. All he could see was shadows for a second. He wasn't sure he was going to like seeing Soundwave, and/or Megatron again. He tried to swing at whoever had been stupid enough to unshackle him. He might not be able to run, but at least he was going to fight back!

Whoever it was reached around him, pulling him against him in a semi-hug sort of hold. He whimpered, knowing he couldn't take another physical assault like the last one.

"No!..." Prowl whispered, even though It sounded like a shout to him. He bit back a cough, and whispered "...please..." He tried to hold back the emotion that threatened to overwhelm him.

Oh, Primus! he was going to die, he just knew it!

He couldn't help it he was shaking. Waiting for whatever his captors were about to do next.

But instead of another physical assault from Soundwave, or torture from the Stunticons, a familiar voice whispered in his audio.

"Prowl...hey... hey." he managed to turn his head a couple inches.

It couldn't be! It had to be a trick! Soundwave had gotten into his head. He had to be making Prowl see this! It had to be an illusion! He tried to stop shaking, but the lack of energy and fear was making him shiver more.

He looked at the person, half-expecting to see Soundwave, or even Megatron. But instead, a dark helmet and blue-visored face came into view. "J-jazz?" he squeaked. The 'illusion' squeezed him tighter in a sorta-hug. "Hey, we hafta get 'chya outta here." he almost whispered back.

Now Prowl squinted at the other figures, and could barely make out Prime and two other people in the background. He still didn't believe it. It had to be a trick.

Prowl tried to concentrate on the link between them, but couldn't get anything. It had to be a trick. If it was Jazz, why couldn't he 'feel' his presence? panic started to well up again inside him, and Prowl started to wiggle away.

"No... it has to be.. a trick!" he could feel tears forming.

Oh, first the physical torture, rape, and now Soundwave was mentally torturing him! Why?

Suddenly, an explosion sounded outside, and there was a shout, and he heard Megatron yell for a retreat.

Could it be?

could he be saved?

No. it couldn't be.

If this was really his bondmate, he'd be able to 'feel' his spark so close to his own.

Unless Soundwave did something to him?

or maybe he was still offline, and Soundwave was still inside his processor, trying to get the information. Prowl was suddenly so confused.

Heavy footfalls sounded, and a hailstorm of weaponfire sounded. Prime and Ironhide fired back, running for cover. Ratchet ducked into the cell, firing around the corner. Motormaster ran and tackled Prime. Between punches, Motormaster looked up, and spotted Prowl. He smiled ferally, as though to say "once I'm done with Prime, I'm coming for you."

Prowl shrank back, squeaking. "...no..."

The other Stunticons appeared, and Ratchet managed to shoot Wildrider and Dead End, before backing up to place himself physically between Prowl and the Decepticons. Ironhide and Prime managed to fight against Motormaster, forcing him back towards the other Stunticons, and Jazz let go of Prowl, intent on reaching his gun and shooting some Decepticons.

Prowl grabbed onto his arm tightly. "...don’t.. leave me." Jazz looked back at him, utterly surprised, and Prowl looked up at him with wide optics. More shouts from the opposite end of the hall. and Sunstreaker and Sideswipe's voices could be heard clearly. "Let's get 'em, bro!"

The Stunticons finally retreated, Lamborginis in hot pursuit. Ratchet transformed into his vehicle mode, and Prime helped Jazz try to get Prowl on his feet. Prowl stumbled. He'd forgotten he couldn't stand, nevertheless walk. He just looked at Jazz like 'help me." who gave Prime a worried look.

Ironhide followed the Lamborginis, making sure the Stunticons didn't give them any more trouble. The Stunticons, of course, weren't stupid. They made a hasty retreat, heading for the hills in the general direction the other Decepticons had headed.

The Autobots cheered, and fired after them. When the last of the Decepticons had disappeared over the hill, the battlefield went quiet. Where were Prime, Ratchet, and Jazz?

was Prowl alright?

were they too late?

whispers started to filter through the gathered crowd.

Then the vehicles appeared at the entrance. Ratchet sped past, and headed for home, Jazz right behind him.

Prime paused long enough to get the attention of the group. "Is Prowl alright?" someone called from the back. He wasn't sure who it was, but Prime simply replied. "He is still functional. Autobots, roll for home."

Another, louder cheer sounded from the assembled crowd, echoed by revving engines, and whoops of victory. The group took off towards the Ark. Sunstreaker and Sideswipe gunned their engines and roared around the front of the group, speeding down the road to catch up to Jazz and Ratchet.

The ambulance spotted them in his rearview before they even caught up to them. "Look, Prime already told you guys he's still functioning, so don't bother asking a bunch of questions, okay?" he announced. "...But Ratchet, we were just concerned." the red Lambo ducked down on his wheels slightly, as though insulted. Sunstreaker swerved up onto Ratchet's driver's side.

"Besides, we thought we'd come keep up with you in case any Decepticons get any smart ass ideas." he said decidedly, revving his engine.

Jazz sighed. "I appreciate the sentiment, guys, but I don't think they'll be comin back, okay?"

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Inside, Prowl curled up a little. If this was just an illusion, there was nothing he could do to stop it right now. And there was no way to prove that it was reality.

At least no one was trying to hurt him, and no one was around to see his tears. He pulled his knees up to his chest, and wrapped his arms around them, shaking.

He suddenly wondered if everything should be fading to darkness again. He looked up, out the back windows of Ratchet's ambulance mode. He was quite literally scared to death, but the darkness was so warm and welcoming... peaceful...

He shook his head to stop it.

Eventually, it started to creep in on him again. The pain was starting to fade as the darkness wrapped itself around him. No noise, only comfort, warmth, like being wrapped in a big fluffy blanket.

He felt his limbs getting heavy. He finally laid down, completely exhausted, curling up, and let the darkness come wrap itself around him, bringing peaceful silence with it....
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