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The rain came by unexpectedly.
“Rain?” Jazz asked, stretching a servo out, “I didn’t think it could rain on this planet.”
Prowl agreed beside him, copying his motion, “I did not think so too. Do you think it could be the—"
“Prowler, m’ gonna stop you right there. I’m no scientist.”
Prowl let out a deep chuckle. “Hah, I guess you're right.”
It was nighttime on a lone planet, devoid of any life, hidden away between stars—and Prowl and Jazz had been unlucky enough to crash here on their way to a mission. Their shuttle—there was no hope of fixing it. Help was on the way, but it would be a couple of weeks before it arrived.
There was not any entertainment, much to Jazz’s misfortune. Nothing interesting to stare at except the canyons they’ve already passed through. No life, just an empty, hollow planet.
And there were no resources, much to Prowl's misfortune. His scanners, which had barely been damaged by the crash, detected no energon traces. However, with the amount of rations that survived the crash, they could make this work.
“At least now we’re not so hot!” Jazz cheered, “It’s about time we cooled off.”
There was a cold breeze that enveloped both of them. They’d been here for a couple of days, and each morning and night—it was unbelievably hot. Not hot to the point of melting down and destroying them from the inside out, but just hot enough to make their frames itch and paint scratch off easily. There was also the steam; Prowl hated the steam.
Prowl sighs next to him, closing his optics—letting the rain fall on top of him. Some of the droplets seem to be getting into some of his crevices. He lets them, although as they travel down his body, it gives him chills. He can feel them getting into his fuel lines. “We should head back into the cave. We can’t get too wet and damage our circuitry.”
“Aww…” Jazz pouted, leaning back a bit. “It’ll take a while for that! Don’t you prefer to look at the rain and the stars? It won’t be long till it’s mornin’.”
Yes… the stars. On this planet, they burned brighter than anything. They were beautiful. Far to the right, if you looked close enough, you could see a cluster of them—all with different colors. The rain was nothing special, however, but it was nice. It washed off all the dust they’d accumulated these past few days.
“I do indeed. However, we have no doctor. If something serious were to happen to us, we’d have no one to examine us. Just as you are no scientist, I am no doctor. Reverse them, and we’re still left with the same problem.”
Jazz brings his gaze to him; Prowl takes notice of how his optics were also as bright as the stars behind the blue visor he wore; he almost confused them for the reflection of the stars in the sky.
His EMF field flickers with disappointment but understanding. “I guess you’re right…” And then, Prowl feels it—that usual playfulness in his field crawling back in. With a smile on his face, he stands up swiftly. “But first, I’ve got a request to make!” Jazz said, extending his hand out for Prowl.
Prowl takes his hand, confused and skeptical. “And what does this request entail?”
Before Prowl could let go of his hold, Jazz grabs his hand tighter—and pulls him in closer—enough to make their bodies touch. It offers some warmth, despite the cold weather. He can see into Jazz’s face more now, and as always, Jazz was staring right back at him.
“Will you dance with me?” Jazz asks, his voice low, and Prowl feels him drive another hand down into his waist.
Prowl hummed, leaning in closer—pressing his head against Jazz’s shoulder comfortably. “With no music?”
“My spark,” Jazz also rests his head on his shoulder, pressing a kiss into his neck in the process. “Your presence alone is music to my audials.”