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25 September 2011 @ 10:24 pm
Hidden Femme's Secret  
  Title:   Hidden Femme’s Secret
Author:  cmdrtekk
Rating: M/R
Word Count: ~2000
Series: G1 AU
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Jazz, Prowl, Red Alert, Smokescreen
Warnings: Yes.  Gender bending.  Robots who use female pronouns to describe themselves referencing and discussing sexual needs and or intimate acts with each other as well as romots who use male pronouns is present.  I don’t think there’s anything overly explicit in this story though. 
Summary:  Crack.  Yeah, so that being said…   In this storyline, Prowl, Smokescreen and Red Alert are all Seeker or Seeker Kin femmes in hiding.  And Prowl currently finds herself in a bit of a bind.  Its crack so the how’s and why’s are pretty much ignored as are several holes in the storyline.
Authors Notes: Wildcard entry for the prowlxjazz anniversary challenge.  This is the 2nd try at this prompt, and the fourth try overall at a wildcard prompt.  And trust me, it is by far the best.  In general the 2000 or so words that make the scenes came rather easily up till they quit.  The ideas are still floating in my head, but the words to get them out are not.  And I am not gonna get that worked up over a piece of crack story like this.  

   Jazz returned the nod of head that Prowl offered him as he passed Jazz on his way out of the rec room.  Jazz nodded in return but found his steps halting as his olfactory sensors briefly caught then lost a wonderful smell.  A smell he hadn’t encountered in far too long.  Since before the war he would reckon in fact.  He puzzled on it as he stood there in the doorway.  It wasn’t anything a regular Cybertronian would notice, but a Vosian or Praxian seeker or their kin certainly would.   He couldn’t detect the smell anymore, but he knew what he had smelled.  A female seeker or seeker kin in heat.  He spun around where he stood to look back curiously at Prowl, but the SIC was already out of sight.  He frowned, then shook his head, letting the mystery slip from his processors for the moment as he headed in to get energon and socialize a bit.


Three days had passed since Jazz had first encountered the smell in the rec room.  In that time he had periodically come across it several times.  And his attempts at tracking it were exciting his thoughts and systems while frustrating his processors, much as it was supposed to.  The problem with tracking the smell was that it didn’t act like, oh say, the human perfume Carly sometimes wore when going on a date with Spike.  It was much more localized.  That little trait tracked back to ancient times when seeker males needed to prove their skills to a potential mate, unlike these skimpy war times where it was pretty much a given, if you were still alive, you had some basic skills at the very least.  Back then a femme who desired a mate not just for the heat cycle but to produce a sparkling with often put the males through an obstacle course so to speak.  And one of the ways to prove ones worth was to track the elusive femme.

He was passing the Security Monitor Center when he caught the smell again.  And this time it was strong.  Not just a hint.  He paused, then moved himself over to the door.  Oh yeah, no doubt about it, not that he’d doubted, but the Ark had a seeker femme in heat on board.  He eyed the lock pad, then smiling, went to work.


“Ahhhh!”  Prowl grunted in frustration as she glared at Smokescreen and Red Alert from where she had paused in her pacing within the Security Center to shake and re-settle her armor yet again.  “I seriously cannot handle this.  I have no idea how I am gonna make it another 4 days.” 

“Yeah, well I’m not sure what you were thinking letting our only three males be away at the same time if you were heading into heat.  I mean, even without that super tactical computer of yours I can see the flaw in that plan.”

Prowl directed her glare to Red Alert.  “Thanks Miss Paranoia” she answered dryly.  “First I wasn’t expecting to go into a heat cycle two days after they left because none of us were due to go into heat for several more vorns so it certainly seemed safe enough.  And second, it was not my intention that they all be gone for so long at the same time.  It was Prime who wanted Bluestreak assigned to that long patrol.  Something about making sure all long patrols have a ranged fighter along with contact ones.  And at the time, sticking the twins with Ironhide’s long patrol down the coast and back seemed a wonderful way to get some peace around here.”

Smokescreen frowned.  That Prowl wasn’t caring about the details was very un-Prowl like.  But then again, Prowl had been in heat for nearly 4 days.  The equivalent of a cycle on Cybertron.  For a femme not playing at, and therefore distracted by mating games, that was an awful long time to allow the heat cycle to go unfulfilled.  Slag, Smokescreen had no frame of reference for this long of a delay during heat.  But the need for a coder to merge with Prowl’s spark and end the heat would only increase to the point that Prowl wouldn’t care about anything except getting a spark in touch with her’s the longer she delayed.  And unfortunately not any ol’ male Cybertronian would work.  It had to be a male seeker or seeker kin.  Sure, as seeker femmes, she and Red might be able to help ease Prowl if it came to such a point, but for now, frustrated and antsy though she was, Prowl hadn’t reached that point where she would accept their help in that way.  Right now she just wanted to vent.  And…well…that was the right of any femme in heat who was being denied.

“When is the patrol due back?”  Smokescreen asked.

“Four more days.  It was suppose to be a 10 day run.  Ahhhh!  I am not doing this again.”

Smokescreen grimaced.  She didn’t think Prowl would last four more days and if she did, then the boys were gonna be in for a rough time – so to speak – when they got back.  Then Red Alert interrupted her thoughts.

“I seriously can’t believe I am goanna suggest this, but you won’t make it another four days, and you won’t let us at least try and help…so…” Red Alert trailed off a shiver running through her bulked out frame.

Prowl and Smokescreen both looked at her.  “Yes?” Prowl finally asked?

Red’s head jerked and a few sparks flicked from her helm horns along with a grimace crossing her face.  Finally she spoke.  “Well…we could always contact Starscream, see if she would loan you one of her boys.”

“You seriously did not just suggest that I ask for the loan of Thundercracker of Dirge did you?”  Prowl replied with disbelief in her voice and a deadpanned glare.

Smokescreen leapt on the idea and countered Prowl though.  “You got a better idea that would allow us to stay hidden?  She’s got easy access to way more males than we have, and that’s in addition to the two she has in residence.  Your just fragging lucky Red and I aren’t close enough to you in cycle to trigger. Wouldn’t that be delightful?  All three of us at once with none of the males around?  Besides, Starscream and her crew are just as determined to stay hidden as we are.  They won’t want us being exposed because it will increase their risk.”

“I…”  Prowl stopped and immediately wrapped an air of calm and collected around her as the door to the security center opened.  But before any reprimand could be made, Jazz was in and pressing Prowl up against the side wall, lips locking onto the tacticians, glossa pressing for admittance that Prowl willingly gave while Jazz’s hands were busy feeling her up dipping into the seams of the heavily modified battle armor to graze and tweak wires, seeking hot spots.  Prowl’s spark went wild and coherent thought fled as her heat enflamed systems and spark recognized the spark of a seeker kin male.  Jazz broke off the deep kiss with a roguish grin andleaned back slightly to look at Prowl.  Prowl whined dazed as she stared with confusion and desire at Jazz.

“Oh Prowlie, and I thought I had a secret, but yours beats mine by galaxies.  So, who am I poaching from?  ‘Cause ya need it, but I don’t want to be scrap when they get back.  And they are obviously not around or they wouldn’t have let you go this long.  Only one long patrol out right now, so based on who I’m seeing here, and who I know’s out I’m guessing Blue or one of the twins. Of course, they did leave ya so…” 

Prowl shook her head as her logic center gained a foothold over the need and pleasure allowing her processor to focus.  She shoved Jazz and his wondrous hands - which had continued to caress and rub even while he was talking - away from her.  “I belong to know one.”  She snapped

Jazz’s grin blossomed at that, fully ignoring the glare the SIC was giving him.  Oh Primus a seeker males dream come true in this war.  Not only a hiding femme, but one of seeker linage at that.  An unclaimed seeker femme.  Oh primus thank you he thought.  He moved to again close the distance between him and Prowl only to find himself grabbed, twisted and locked into a restraining hold by Red Alert.  While Smokescreen stepped in front of the quivering Prowl.

“Alright lover boy, hold up right there.  Just what do you think you are doing molesting the second in command?”  Smokescreen demanded.

Jazz quit his struggle with the security director and the restraining hold currently being applied to him.  His gaze swept over Smokescreen and to Prowl behind.  The black and white’s door wings twitched with a barely there restraint.  The smell emanating from her and permeating the room here, the wonderfully tantalizing smell that had been for the past three days and currently was driving his own codes and spark wild.  He’d really prefer to worry about the how’s and why’s later, but what he assumed to also be seeker femmes in hiding were demanding his attention.  And he knew quite well that no matter how bad Prowl was, her sisters, be they spark, trine, or battle sisters would have to be answered.  Besides, though the SIC’s optics were bright, and Jazz could read the lust and need within them, he also saw an unforgiving clarity that demanded answers.

“Brief, or the full thing?”  Jazz answered happily to Smokescreen.

“Start with brief, and we’ll see if we need more.” Smokescreen answered from where she stood in front of the TIC as Red Alert jerked Jazz a bit to remind him who was in control. 

Jazz bit back a hiss at the pressure on his arms.  There might be a femme in the room.  An unclaimed seeker one in heat no less, but she wasn’t defenseless.  And while Jazz had briefly allowed his mating coding to overrun his survival coding, self preservation was rapidly demanding his obedience.  And as it did so it was bringing order to his processors.  This allowed him to wonder as to how there could possibly be an unclaimed femme seeker - and probably three - at this point in the war.  That Prowl was a femme had come as a bit of a surprise.  He’d really had no idea, and it was part of his job description to discover secrets about identities.  That she was actually a seeker was an even bigger one.  Especially after all the vorns he’d known him-her. 

He’d known for vorns that Starscream and Skywarp were femmes.  He also knew that Thundercracker laid claim to them.  The same for Dirge and his two gal’s, Thrust and Ramjet.  That Prowl and her sisters were hiding was not a surprise.  In the right situation, femmes could create sparks without the use of vector sigma.  It was even easier for seeker gals to do it.  A simple shift by them in their coding at the right time and bam, new spark created.  A desirable trait for replenishing an army after so long a war.  Of course, Megatron discovered that fact too late.  Well after he had taken to exterminating all femmes he or his soldiers found.  But just how… He didn’t bite the hiss back this time as his attention was yanked back to the present by another sharp jerk. 

“Yeah, right, umm, short version.  I’m Seeker Kin.  Sire was seeker, Carrier, not.  Still he made sure I was raised to know and understand my own coding and the ways of my heritage.”

“Well, then.  At the very least you should know better than to press yourself uninvited on a femme in heat when her battle sisters are right next to her.”  Smokescreen responded to his brief explanation with a tinge of sarcastic disbelief lacing his voice.

Ahh, so battle sisters it was.  More deadly than spark sisters, but less so than trine sisters.  Still…

Smokescreen continued.  “But as your luck would have it we are in a bit of a bind here.  And your presence does have… potential.”   

renegadewriter: cliffhangerrenegadewriter8 on September 26th, 2011 04:45 am (UTC)
Gaaaaaah nooooo cliffhanger of doom! Wow I am loving this! Prowl being unclaimed and Jazz very willing? Love. XD can't wait for more of this! Geat job!
cmdrtekkcmdrtekk on September 26th, 2011 04:51 am (UTC)
Thanks for reading and the compliment.

Cliffhanger of doom huh. Sorry. :(

darkeyes_17 on September 26th, 2011 05:14 am (UTC)
Moar!!! I demand it!

Hahah, great job! I can't wait to see where this goes, and I love the idea of Smokey and Red being battle sisters. It was cute.
cmdrtekkcmdrtekk on September 26th, 2011 09:05 pm (UTC)
Thank you for reading and commenting. I appreciate it.
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cmdrtekkcmdrtekk on September 26th, 2011 09:06 pm (UTC)
Cliffhanger of doom.... Sorry. :(

Will see what I can do about more, but it could be awhile.

Thank you for reading and commenting and tempting me with brownies.
thalaneethalanee on September 26th, 2011 12:21 pm (UTC)
Oh, more please, MORE!

*begs author* you can't leave it there, it's way to awesome for that!

Femme Seekerkin Prowl, mmmh... Jazz is in heaven!
cmdrtekkcmdrtekk on September 26th, 2011 09:07 pm (UTC)
Thank you for reading and for the compliment. I appreciate your taking the time to read and comment.
femme4jackfemme4jack on September 26th, 2011 02:51 pm (UTC)
SO sexy!!! More please *whimpers*
cmdrtekkcmdrtekk on September 26th, 2011 09:08 pm (UTC)
Will try. No promises for it to be quick though.

Thank you for reading and commenting.
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cmdrtekkcmdrtekk on September 26th, 2011 09:09 pm (UTC)
Will try for more, but no promises for speed. thank you for reading.
wicked3659wicked3659 on September 26th, 2011 09:41 pm (UTC)
Niiiiiice! Please do continue this tasty crack >:3 very well written! Loved it!
fianna9 on September 26th, 2011 09:48 pm (UTC)
Really interesting, especially the contact with Starscream. I'm looking forward to more.
usagi_atemu_tom: dancingusagi_atemu_tom on September 26th, 2011 11:10 pm (UTC)
Damn, cliffhanger. Just when it got interesting as well. XD
But nice story, especially with the fact that you did not leave Prowl alone in this but gave "him" Smokey and Red as well as Starscream and Skywarp on the other side.
I am looking forward to read more and find out how this continues. ^^
prowlsgirlprowlsgirl on September 27th, 2011 12:14 am (UTC)