Disclaimer: I claim no rights over the characters depicted in this little story collection.

Note: This universe is based on my other fic Pleasure Dolls. While you don't have to read that one to understand this one, it does help.

EDIT (8.7.10): Did a bit of retconing. Prowl and Ratchet no longer use the word 'Autobot' because as of this point in the story line, it hasn't been invented yet.

Dolls Have More Fun

By Uniasus

Chapter 1 - Meet Prowl

They were always serious during meetings. The topic was important to them and the speakers were engaging. Orion Pax could command a room.

Afterwards though they were just ordinary, simple dolls enjoying themselves. Getting together for drinks directly after meetings was frowned upon, it would draw too much attention to themselves, but many met up in their spare time. They never ignored each other on the street either.

Under the Towers, while it was impossible to know every doll that roamed the streets, it would be impossible to not notice one mech ignoring another. Plus there were very few who did not like the Doll Alliance. It was not like they had caused any trouble, many just believed it was some sort of club for liked minded dolls and that was it. Most dolls were aware of the group on some level, but only a relatively small amount actually joined. Or knew it's true agenda. Thus ignoring a fellow Alliance member soundly pegged both of the dolls as group members, and since membership was secret they made no effort label themselves as.

Ratchet was a partier. He was not a fighter by far and Prowl wondered what the medic would do if down the road there was an actual confrontation between the Alliance and the Those In The Towers. Ratchet knew his way around words however; it was hard to refuse an invitation he delivered and that was how Prowl found himself sharing a table in a bar with the medic.

He did not know why Ratchet had taken it into his processor that they would make good buddies. Yes, they were both smart and believed in a healthy dose of logic, but that was where things ended. Prowl could convince others into decisions for the best, Ratchet could convince them to do silly, impulsive things. Like taking shots of the strongest stuff on tap.

That was most likely how they got on this topic.

"Can't you show at least a little emotion Prowler?" Ratchet was leaning against the wall, the only thing keeping him up at the moment. "You're always so cold. I know you're a peace-keeper, but still. And how in the world are you not off-line! Very few dolls can out drink me and you're barely even swaying!"

Prowl cracked a smile. "I thank my Creator for that."

Ratchet answered with a string of profanities and something about older dolls being lucky.

Mentally, Prowl disagreed. He may be a peace-keeper, a doll that actually had some power in this world, but he would do anything to have the jovial look at life that the medic across the table seemed to have. All the other dolls in the bar were laughing and having a good time. There was actually a line to get into the back half of the bar, where plug-in-cable sessions were held. Ordinary dolls acted like those around him, like he should be acting, but Prowl was not among their number.

"And how many cubes have we had now?" Ratchet continued, "Four? And you still act like you have something stuffed in your aft plates."

"I do not." Prowl bristled, a slight rearrangement of his armor along his shoulders and back.

"What you need Prowler, is a long, good interface. Overloads make anyone loosen up." Prowl tensed up, but Ratchet missed it looking over at the line into the back of the bar. "Guess we'll just have to do it in the street."

Ratchet slowly pushed away from the wall and slid his chair back.

"I am not going to interface with you Ratchet." Prowl ignored the medic's look by signaling the bar keep for another cube. The red doll shook his head, no doubt as impressed as Ratchet by his high tolerance.

"Why not? It'll be fun and you need it."

"No."

"Pit, I know I'm not the most attractive doll in here but I'm not half bad Prowl."

"I never said anything like that."

"Well it can't be that you have a strong loyalty protocol."

Prowl finally repositioned himself to look at Ratchet head on instead of out of the corner of his optics, a sophisticated 'no duh' written on his facial plates. The medic chuckled.

"So then what is it? You got a curfew?" Ratchet snorted. "Case tomorrow to take care of?"

"No." Prowl watched the bar keep place the ordered cube on the table in front of him and nodded his thanks before gripping the energon tightly in his right servo. Two astroseconds later it was down his intake value with no prodding from Ratchet. Perhaps that was what tipped off the medic that it was something a little more serious. Primus, his hardware was supposed to prevent him from doing such things! There was no way he would be divulging this to Ratchet if he were sober.

"Prowl?"

::I cannot interface:: He sent it over an encrypted comm line, not wanting to be overheard by the others in the bar.

Ratchet burst out laughing. He even fell out of his chair. "That's a good one Prowl." He continued to sit of the floor, laughing like a mad doll and drawing smiles from other patrons and no doubt several invitations for the night. Prowl sent him an almost hurt look and then turned his gaze to the collection of empty cubes on the center of the table. Really, he should not have drunk so much.

::You're not joking are you?:: The medic ceased his hysterics and climbed back into his seat.

::Have you ever known me to?::

::No. But we haven't even known each other for half of a vorn::

::I do not joke::

::But you're a doll! We're made to interface!::

::Not everyone Ratchet::

::But you've been called by your Creator for 'facing. So you can't tell me you can't.::

::I…do not have a port. Just a cable::

Ratchet was shocked into silence it seemed, staring at Prowl without even a flicker in his optics.

::That's…that's…:: the medic stuttered.

::You can see why I joined the Alliance then::

They sat there for a breem, Prowl still staring at the empty cubes, or rather where they used to be seeing as how they had been cleared by a worker, and Ratchet staring at the peace-keeper across from him.

::So you've never had an overload::

Prowl jerked his head up. ::I cannot. I do not have a port, remember?::

Ratchet's optics lit up and Prowl decided he did not like that particular look. ::You don't need a port to overload::

Prowl raised an optic ridge.

::Okay, okay. I've never heard of it either, but it is physically possible to have an overload without. Theoretically. But it would take a really long time and would essentially be foreplay all the way to the climax:: The medic trailed off, thinking.

::Well, I'm rather fond of foreplay and you said you don't have a case tomorrow::

Three breems later Prowl practically forced open the door to his apartment. Ratchet did have a way with words.

A/N: Gah, this story was giving me issues and now I'm positively thrilled its out of my head and into type. Now I just have other issues figure out and write. This universe just hasn't truly left my head since I wrote Pleasure Dolls. And it's an annoying stay, I keep coming up with new question to answer. Recreating a universe and it's characters might actually be harder than developing my own.

Anyways, I hope you all have more positive feelings about Prowl now. It's not his fault he's dry, displays little emotion, and is logical almost to a fault. It's his Creator's fault. XD

I'm not planning on updating this regularly (I'm still planning on sticking to my priority list on my profile), but since this is completely different than my other TF fics and thus has no issue of getting confused with my other universes, you can expect to see a new story from time to time when the bunnies jump me and don't let go even for carrots.

You are welcome to ask questions and request what you would like to know more about from this verse. I'm pretty open to story ideas since I really don't have any liner plot in mind. I also have a poll up on my profile about this fic, if any of you are interested.

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