Transformers- 3 - Cold

Transformers - Cold
Prowl/Jazz
This is sleepyoldvamps AU.  Prowl's name in this is Chase Hunter, his nick name is Prowl (duh~!).  And Jazz is Jazz Collins. ^-^;;

Prowl muttered to himself, annoyed with his stupid car that broke down on him.  It had forced him to walk home in the bitter cold night. He breathed out in annoyance, his breath turning in to a puff of steam as it met the cool air.

“Well someone doesn’t seem happy.”  A snickering voice said from in front of him.  “Car break down again?”

Prowl jumped, not realizing there had been someone in front of him.  He looked to find his partner standing on the stairs leading up to the front door of his apartment building. “Collins, what are you doing here?”

“Geez, don’t act so happy to see me.”  Jazz said jokingly.  He shifted to his other foot, the duffle bag that was slung around his shoulder moving with him.

Prowl’s brow knitted when he saw the bag.  “What’s that for?”

“Well, it’s a part of the reason why I’m here.”  Jazz grinned sheepishly, scratching at the back of his head.  “Would you terribly mind if I stayed at your apartment for a few days?”  He put his hands together, like he was praying and looked at Prowl. “Please?”

“Fine.”  Prowl sighed and walked past Jazz, keys already out to unlock the door.  “What happened this time? Another fight?”  There was slight disgust in his voice.  Yet another fight, Prowl thought, when was he going to learn that he didn’t need her?

“Sort of.”  Jazz chuckled as he followed his partner in.

Prowl raised an eyebrow as he opened the door to his apartment and held it open for the other man.  “Sort of?”

Walking in Jazz turned on the lights and headed to the kitchen.  “Yeah, sort of.  I don’t think getting a divorce would really be considered fighting, especially since we both want it.”  He grabbed a drink for the fridge. “Did you want a drink as well while I was in here, Prowl?”

Prowl didn’t reply, didn’t move, didn’t even breath.  He just stared at his partner in disbelief, thinking his ears were playing tricks on him.

“Prowl?”  Jazz looked up from the fridge. It took everything he had not to smirk at the look on his lover’s face.  He walked up to him waving a hand in front of his face.  “Hello, anyone home?”

Prowl blinked once before grabbing Jazz’s shoulders in a firm grip.  “Say that again.”

“Did you want a drink?”

“Not that you idiot! What you said before it!”  Prowl growled out.

“Oh, you mean the part about me getting a divorce?”  This time he let the smirk show through as he felt the grip on his shoulders tighten.

Prowl’s heart felt like it was trying to beat out of his chest.  This had to be too good to be true.  “What? Did she finally get fed up with you?”

“Actually I’m the one who asked for the divorce.”  He snickered. “I guess I sort of surprised her with it too, ‘cause she actually took a swing at me.  I’m just glad I have good reflexes, because that would have hurt if she has-”

Prowl stopped Jazz’s rambling with a question. “Why? Why would you do this?  I thought you said you still loved your wife?”

Jazz smiled at the question and took Prowl’s face into his hands.  “No, I was wrong.  She’s not the one I love.”  He placed their foreheads together. “I love you, Chase. I love you.”

Prowl’s heart skipped a beat. Those three simple little words held so much power in them that after they were spoken he started to cry with joy.  He never thought he would ever hear those words come from Jazz’s mouth.  He kissed that soft mouth, long and hard and with so much passion that it left them breathless when it ended. He held his love close, burying his face into Jazz’s shoulder.  “Jazz….What…I mean, not that I’m not happy hearing you say that, because I am…..but what changed your mind?”

“More like who.  Let’s just say I had a nice long talk with a friend, and it made me realize and comes to terms with my feelings for you.” Jazz smiled, kissing the side of Prowl’s face.  “I love you.”

Prowl held him closer, wanting to never let him go. “I love you too.”