Prowl was slagged. No, he was beyond slagged. He had been caught alone by the Decepticons and he was unable to contact any of his friends back at the base. He was losing energon at a steady rate.. His arm was laying over not too far away.. He was going to die here.. He laid there for a few hours slowly slipping in and out of consciousness. In his hazed state he made a desperate call for the only other person who he might be able to contact. He closed his optics tight and hailed Lockdown's ship.. Hoping to Primus the bounty-hunter would get his desperate cry for help.. Moments after he'd hailed the ship.. When the line was finally open.. He passed out.. Last thoughts being in the hope that Lockdown could identify his signal
Lockdown was currently on his way to another galaxy to return a bounty he'd caught.. when he got a distress signal from somewhere on Earth, in the middle of nowhere it seems. From Prowl. Though the signal died shortly after it was cast, most likely from the mech passing out. Must be in trouble or something.. groaning, he turned his ship around and darted back to Earth, the dirtball planet he'd hope to escape from.. landing near where Prowl's call had come from, about a mile off, and heading over to the area designated by the cybernina.. finding him laid on the ground, unconscious, his arm disembodied and strewn somewhere. Stupid mech. Most of gotten jumped or something.. he'd take him to his ship though.. which he did.. setting the Cyberninja in his own berthroom and returning to his control station, going back to doing what he had been like nothing had happened.
Prowl didn't stir at all.. However a slow pinkish stain started spreading like a virus across the white of the berth the cyberninja was on.
Lockdown eventually placed his ship on auto-pilot to go check on Prowler.. his energy field was slowly weakening.. and as he went into the room he'd set Prowl in, he noticed a large stain on the sheets of his berth. "Hey! That was IMPORTED!" It took him a minute to realize that the Cyberninja was losing quite a bit of energon.. throwing his hand and hook up and getting a medical kit Swindle had given him, taping up the lines on Prowl, clasping his arm back in place temporarily.. He'd weld it back when he saw Swindle again.
It took about 5 earth hours for Prowl to stabilize.. But when he did he was still very very weak and hadn't come out of stasis yet.
Lockdown didn't stay in the room with Prowl, he drifted through his ship, doing the maintenance he needed.. coming back about five hours later, and heaving a sigh when the mech had stabilized. Though he was in stasis.. or recharge.. either one, he wasn't conscious.
Prowl's energy field was active, even with him being in stasis lock. It was something he'd learned. He was actively keeping tabs on Lockdown's energy field. He was in truth afraid. Prowl was a fairly young bot despite how he seemed.. and he'd been in near death situations before but.. He'd never skirted the edges of the pit this close to the gaping maw of deactivation that was currently looking him directly in the optics.
He needed an anchor.. Something.. Spiritual support. Right now he didn't care if it was Lockdown.. Pit, he'd even use Bumblebee if the yellow bug was around.
It was the lunar cycle by now, and Lockdown had retreated to his berthroom.. groaning when the fact that Prowl was in his berth came back and kicked him in the aft.. oh well.. he'd scoot the little Autobrat to the other side of the berth and sleep on his side. It was meant for two mechs anyway.. so he gently scuttled Prowl to his side of the berth, Lockdown laying on his own side. He could still feel Prowl's energy signature and field fluxing and being active.. and it was kind of irking him. He didn't like that feeling. The feeling of Prowl moving, without him actually MOVING.
Prowl continued like this for a while.. Before his field calmed some, only shifting every once in a while.. Like he was making sure Lockdown hadn't gone anywhere
Lockdown squirmed in the berth, eventually pushing Prowl farther from him with his pede.. and the next movement of Prowl's energy field he shot up. "Prowl! Cease that! It's IRKING ME."
Prowl clearly didn't hear him because the ninjas energy field spiked.. Very much akin to the spike you'd get from panic.
Lockdown huffed and poked at Prowl's shuttered optics with his hook. "You're REALLY an obnoxious little thing, darlin'. You should feel honored I let your filthy back-stabbing aft on my ship."
Prowl's energy field just fluctuated, calming but shying away from the close contact.
Lockdown snickered a little bit. "Suddenly shyin' away, darlin'? I never took you as the shy type." He felt kind of weird talking to an unconscious mech..
Prowl's field continued behaving that way.. Like he wanted the other close by didn't want to be touched.
Lockdown smirked some, but yawned a bit.. stretching himself out on the berth, laying on his back, hands folded over his chest. "Why don't you go on and wake up, darlin', I feel weird talkin' to you while you're unconscious."
Sadly for Lockdown, Prowl remained unconscious for the rest of the night.. His energy field only reaching out every few hours to gently graze Lockdown's then retreat again.
Lockdown awoke every time Prowl's energy field brushed past his.. scooting closer every time.. and he slept well into the day.. he didn't have anything better to do for the rest of the week while his ship piloted itself into a far-off galaxy.
Prowl remained like this for a while.. Only a few times did he slip into almost consciousness... Not enough to be able to move or speak but enough to be aware.
It was about noon, Lockdown was snoring heavily and only an inch or so from Prowl's frame.. head cradled in his one hand, legs stretched out and spread on the berth, gently brushing the Cyberninja's, the only thought grazing through his processor, was how long of a trip this was going to be..
