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Title: (Unknown)
'Verse: Transformers G1 (all human AU)
Characters: Ensemble {story}; Jazz, (Surprise), Hoist, Cassette(s), Soundwave (mentioned) {chapter}
Pairing(s): Prowl x Jazz, to be determined
Warnings: Violence, offensive language. Will contain het and slash in later chapters. Further warnings posted as needed.
Summary: When you are part of the law, and your heart is at risk, what do you do?

AN: In this chapter I make use of apparently misspelled pronouns. This is deliberate. I will explain the reason at the end of this chapter. Unless you work it out during the chapter *shrugs*.

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 Chapter 2

 ... He noticed immediately that the chair he’d slept on had been turned to face towards the kitchen, and after settling himself in it, looked up.

Jaw dropping, Jazz could only stare.

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He couldn’t really help himself. At a breakfast-bar-style kitchen counter stood a figure he presumed to be his rescuer. And the reason for his staring? He couldn’t tell which gender his saviour was!
The person gave a miniscule half-smile. “Wondering whether I’m male or female?” se asked, hir voice a smooth glide in a range that was neither definitively male nor definitively female.
Jazz hid a wince. “Tha’ was rude of meh.” He looked firmly at his host. “But yeh can’t really blame meh.”

He observed his host more closely, taking note of the fine features, the tall, wiry-muscled build, the amber eyes. And that single apparent vanity, a long fall of glimmeringly night-dark hair, kept back from hir face in a high ponytail.
Se shrugged, dislodging hir hair from its fall across hir shoulder. “My colleagues at work had a similar problem when I first transferred.” Hir diction was crisp and unsullied by accent, despite angular eyes hinting at Asian ancestry.

“So, who are yeh anyway?”
“Do you really think I’d give you my name as things stand? With Soundwave and his crew searching for you, anything that gives me more anonymity is a good thing.”
Jazz reluctantly nodded agreement. “Can Ah at least call yeh a nickname? Ah can’t just beh sayin’ ‘hey yeh’ all the time. Ah won’t beh able t’ fend fer at least a week ‘cordin’ t’ yeh Doctor frien’”
Se nodded slowly. “I suppose that’s reasonable."

Jazz grinned at hir agreement. Then tried to think of an appropriate nickname. His memory was drawn back to how quietly se had moved last night, while rescuing him. He looked back up at hir. “How ‘bout ‘Prowl’?".
Se looked thoughtful; moving hir lips, as though tasting the word and sound. Se looked back at him. “Very well. I find it acceptable.”
“Great!” Jazz grinned wickedly. “Yeh know, havin’ a nickname makes yeh one o’ mahn, right?”
His host paused a moment, then shrugged. “We’ll be in close association for the next few weeks at least, while your ribs heal and I attempt to clear that lot from your trail. I doubt you’d like to enter Witness Protection at all.”

Jazz sobered. “Yeh got that right. Ah’ve got people here Ah don’t wanna leave, an’ a job Ah love – WP cuts those ties t’ remove possible reassociations by the people yeh tried t’ lose, don’t it?”
The newly-named Prowl gaze fixed on him somewhat sympathetically. “You're right, it does.”
They both fell silent for a time.

Jazz stirred himself when his stomach growled. Prowl shook hirself from hir thoughts also, and moved to a pot on the bench. Opening the lid, se pulled a plate from the cupboard high on the wall directly above it, ladling a serving into the bowl. The smell was enticing as se brought it to him, settling him with a tray on his lap.
Jazz took a spoonful. Then had to hold back a moan. “This is really good. What is this?”
Prowl gave a small, pleased smile. “It’s Oden – Japanese hot-pot.”
He perked up. “’Zat where yeh’re from?”
Prowl raised an eyebrow. “You know I can’t answer that. What you don’t know, you can’t tell, even accidentally.”

For an instant Jazz hated the situation he was in with his entire being. Here he was in the home of a very good Samaritan (who had connections, man!); who was letting him heal up in hir home; was going to help him with his mob-boss problem; who was fast becoming a maybe-friend; and he couldn’t even know basic info about who se was! It was quickly pissing him off.
Prowl quirked hir brow in enquiry.
“Ah’m just annoyed. Here yeh are, yeh helping meh behyond what anehbody else would do, an’ Ah can’ even know yehr name!” He looked away. “Ah hate this whole situation; it’s making a screw up of a possibly wonderful friendship.” A thought came to him. “Why did yeh help anehway?”

 Prowl kept hir gaze on Jazz. “I heard the fight in the alleyway, and couldn’t in good conscience leave it alone. Then I met you, and…”
Jazz looked back at hir. ”Yeah, ‘and’?”
“Have you ever met someone and known what they would be to you?”
Jazz quirked his brow at hir. “What, yeh mean like love-at-first-sight-type stuff?”
Se shook hir head at him. “I mean the feeling like ‘I’ve met this person before’ or ‘this person will be important’.”
Jazz looked about to shake his head, but a strange look crossed his face, and he transitioned the movement into a slow nod. “Yeah. Ah have had that feeling before.”
“Where I was raised, we believe that such a feeling should be acknowledged, and followed. Depending on what circumstances dictate, and the type of bond itself, all aid should be given or all effort made to sever it.”
Jazz eyed hir suspiciously. “Just to beh sure, where do Ah fall?”
Prowl’s breathing hitched minutely in a smothered snort. “Where do you think? I took one look at your face after stepping in, and knew. I had to help you.”

Silence fell again for a time. Jazz finished his Oden, and Prowl collected his plate, placing it in the sink to be washed later. Jazz found his eyes starting to fall shut again, so quickly swallowed the painkillers handed to him by Prowl.
Prowl eyed the body in the chair, Jazz already falling into a sleeping breath-pattern. “Sleep well, Mr Freeman.”
“Dun call meh that.” Jazz protested sleepily, quickly being drawn under.
“What should I call you then?”
“Call meh…*yawn*…Jazz.”
“Very well. Jazz, sleep well.”

Jazz said nothing. He was already asleep.

Chapter end

Right, so, promised explanation. The English language is severely limited in terms of pronouns. It has just three; he, she, and it. Also 'it' implies an object in most instances of use. There are no current gender neutral pronouns in use, and I don't know whatever ones we might have had. Thus my mashing together of 'he' and 'she' as 'se', and a similar process for 'hir'. In this story, Prowl is supremely androgenous. To the point of total gender confusion on the part of everyone who sees hir. Is se male? Is se female?  Is se an it? Anyone observing can't tell. The only way is through medical examination (or for Prowl to strip), which hasn't happened. And no, I'm not going to spoil which gender Prowl is. That's next chapter. Maybe.
I will say this: Prowl's androgeny, and people's reactions to it, is a major plot point. This is going to get fun. And complicated. But mostly fun.

Date: 2012-07-01 12:47 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] camfield.livejournal.com
INTERESTING. I also like the androgyny, and you're right, English doesn't have a gender neutral pronoun. Though, and I'm not positive, I think... Holland just decided to use on?

I don't know, not the point. I really like the set up here, and I'm interested in Prowl's 'feeling'. So very interested.

I feel like you're setting me up for something tragic, and I both love and am terrified.XD

Date: 2012-07-01 10:48 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] whitefirebird.livejournal.com
The finale of the great gender debate happens next chapter for the reader. However, I will continue to use mixed pronouns for any chapter where the majority of the perspective is not Prowl's(Se knows which gender se is, nobody else does. How Jazz finds out is quite funny actually...). Some of Our Villains also make their appearance.

This world is a lot more in tune with what would be termed 'new age' or 'paranormal' side of things in our world. There's a few major differences though - and one of them is based on a dear wish of my own. It also ties into Prowl's hobby/part-time job/True Vocation.

Yes, this story will go dark. As dark as I can manage without completely losing the (happy) ending I favour. But not for a looooooong while yet. And there will be bright points, like with any good story.

Jazz's accent keeps tripping me up. I go to write a sentence, then have to edit it to make it consistent with what I've already established as his way of speaking.*shrugs* Oh well. Writers' suffering, I suppose.

What timeline are you on? I'm ahead of the rest of the world - I'm GMT+12(+13DST). I keep confusing myself when I go to work out yours.
Edited Date: 2012-07-01 10:56 pm (UTC)

Date: 2012-07-01 11:17 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] camfield.livejournal.com
I'm actually 4 hours behind GMT. 7pm here, 11pm GMT.

And you're right. So much more of the world is/or becoming gender neutral.

I love happy endings. I very much do! Jazz's accent, yeah, it can be a bitch. Especially when one takes into account that emphasis changes diction and enunciation... Oh language, how you make me shake my hand in frustration so.

Date: 2012-07-01 11:40 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] whitefirebird.livejournal.com
Prowl's backstory explains much of hir character, and hir continual hidden amusement regarding hir appearance and people's reactions to it. Later in the story, well, you'll find out.
I may do a oneshot, or dedicate a single chapter, to Prowl's past. I don't know yet. And some of it *is* important, to expand on other things in the world of this story. We'll see.
Energon does still exist in this world. It is still a fuel source. And Dark Energon... hoooo, that makes its appearance also. And will start the Dark arc. Where we start going deeper into the underbelly. The Eucatastrophe that follows, allows the happy ending I hope for (thank you, Professor Tolkien).

Date: 2012-07-02 12:14 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] camfield.livejournal.com
Super interesting!!!

If you don't already, you should post this on TF-everything, or somewhere! It is such a cool idea, and superbly written besides!

Date: 2012-07-02 12:30 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] whitefirebird.livejournal.com
When I crosspost, I always forget to do it consistently. So what I shall do this time is: write/post three chapters, then crosspost with all three links at once. I hope this will allow me to stay ahead a little. So, the first xpost will be PxJ comm, after the 3rd chapter is written and posted. Probably in about a week - I have a lot to cover in this one (Jazz' description; Villain intro; a bit more about Prowl - se still has a regular job and does have to work; etc.)

Date: 2012-07-02 06:00 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] camfield.livejournal.com

I will be eagerly awaiting said chapter! It's a totally awesome start!

Date: 2012-07-02 10:28 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] whitefirebird.livejournal.com
Also, if you have any suggestions for a title, they would be welcomed. I have *no clue* what to call this thing -.-'

Date: 2012-07-02 01:52 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] camfield.livejournal.com
Not at the moment. I don't know enough about them yet! XD

I can suggest, but they would hardly be relevant, simply because I don't know much about the story yet. Nothing but the who at this point. XD XD


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