[rd][fic][Transformers] Texture 5/6

[sakon76]

Texture 5/6 - Lace
by K. Stonham
prereleased 10th June 2008

Jason approached the car, stopped and blinked at its insignia for a few minutes, then got in. "That wasn't there yesterday," he commented as he slotted the key into the ignition.

Static, then a still-grainy voice spoke through the radio: "I wasn't entirely myself yesterday."

"Or for the last twenty-some years," Jason agreed. He paused, brushing a hand against the sun visor. "You're not going to end up flipping personalities too, are you?"

"Flipping... personalities?" Prowl asked, sounding confused.

"Yeah." Jason grinned, hand on the gearstick. "Before everyone thought you were just a car, now all of a sudden you're an Autobot... who knows what you might be tomorrow."

"Not a Decepticon," Prowl said, his distaste vehement in his voice.

"Whatever you say. Ready to patrol, partner?"

*

"Captain wants to see you," Stan said as soon as Jason got in the office. "Right now."

Jason raised both brows at that and pulled his shades off, flipping them closed and tucking them into a breast pocket as he wound his way through the station to Fanzone's office. He knocked once, then went in as bid.

Fanzone looked at him over a sheaf of printouts. "Close the door, rookie," he instructed, setting them down on the desk. Jason did and there was a minute before Fanzone spoke again, as if he was considering his words. "Got a look at Faithful this morning," Fanzone said. "Noticed a little addition you did. Completely aside from any issues of defacing precinct property, you do know the Autobot mark is restricted, right?"

"I didn't do it." The words were out of Jason's mouth before he could stop them.

"Oh, and I suppose Old Faithful did?" Fanzone wasn't even trying to hide his sarcastic streak.

"Yes, sir."

"Riiiight." Fanzone drawled the word.

"I can give you proof, sir."

Fanzone stopped. "Proof?" he parroted.

Jason nodded and moved to open the door. "His name ain't 'Faithful.' It's 'Prowl'."

*

Fanzone put his head on the desk with a thunk. "Twenty-one years, three months, nine days," he muttered, interlaced fingers on top of his head kneading just slightly. "An Autobot...."

Jason patted his captain's shoulder comfortingly, a smirk on his face. "Can't be that bad," he pointed out.

"You got no idea of the paperwork this's gonna entail, kid," Fanzone replied, not lifting his head. "Get goin'. I'll talk with you and him tomorrow."

As Jason headed out the door, he heard the faintest whine of "This is why I hate technology..." emanating from the vicinity of the desk.

*

The Captain wasn't in when Jason showed up for his shift the next morning, though. With a shrug, he claimed Prowl's keys and headed out to the alien vehicle. "Mornin', Prowl," he greeted as he got in.

"Good morning. You just missed Captain Fanzone."

"Have a nice chat?"

"Indeed. We discussed my desire to remain with your police force rather than return to the Autobots."

Jason froze, key halfway to the ignition. "Say what?" he asked stupidly. "You don't want to go back to the Autobots?"

"No."

He took a breath and lowered his hand. "Prowler, hate to tell you this, but being a cop--or a cop car--is pretty small change compared to what the Autobots do. There's better things you could be doing than watching out for a stupid rookie like me." He paused. "Unless there's some kinda reason you don't want to go back to the Autobots?" he fished.

Prowl's silence was telling.

"Right. So what'd you do?"

"The forbidden. Must we have this conversation?"

"Yes, and forbidden how? Jaywalking forbidden, or killing your father and marrying your mother forbidden?"

Prowl was silent for a moment, then asked, sounding puzzled, "Oedipus?" Jason figured he'd been looking it up on the Internet. "Your species has startlingly vivid mythologies."

"Yes, and answer the question already." Jason's voice was starting to rasp, as it tended to under stress, and he pulled off his shades in frustration. "Did you kill someone?"

"Lots of 'someone's," Prowl replied. "Decepticons all. But that's not why I can't go back."

"So what is it?"

Prowl was silent for a long, long moment before replying, "Because I bonded with someone, which is a violation of everything our species is." And his engine started, with the key still sitting in Jason's hand. Prowl pulled out of the police lot without Jason's guidance, effectively ending the conversation.

Comments

[mmouse15.livejournal.com]

Oh, heavens, I LOVE your series here. I hate sounding like a teenage fangirl (because I'm not), but I can hardly wait for Silk to see how you wrap this up.
I loved the forbidden comparisons - they had me cracking up! It's a question, isn't it? How bad is it really? Great end points you picked, though.
I'm so very glad you are finishing this. I just can't seem to find the words to convey how happy I am about it...

[okami-myrrhibis.livejournal.com]

Another awesome offering!

And the Fanzone line...tee hee!

Bonding is forbidden?? wow! can't wait for THAT explanation... in this line of fics, or another.

[tainry.livejournal.com]

"Your species has startlingly vivid mythologies."
AAAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Gods, this is great!
Ah, forbidden bondage! I mean love! Um!