My Childhood
Thud. Prowl's helm hit the desk as he was bombarded with yet another set of partner changes. It had only been three weeks from the beginning of this whole mess, the day the Ark's crew woke up here on Earth. He was tired, his doorwings ached, and his logic center had overloaded megacycles ago. He was so fed up with the twins, their obnoxious pranks, this whole 2IC ordeal, and they only thing stopping him from just plain out refusing to do anything he was ordered was…
"Prowl? Are you alright?"
"Yes I'm fine Jazz. Shouldn't you be on patrol with Huffer?"
"Yeah, but Ratch is having me take it easy after the last battle. He stuck me on light duty for the next three weeks. TOTAL MONITOR DUTY!!!"
"Well this isn't the monitor center is it Jazz."
"Well no, but I thought you could use a break Prowler. You've been in here nonstop and Optimus is beginning to worry."
(sigh) " I only have seventeen of these requests. I'll take a break after. Does that make you happy?"
"Never thought you'd be the procrastinating type Prowl, and definitely not. You're overworked and you're coming with me." With that, Jazz yanked Prowl from his seat and dragged him to the wreck room, "have some energon Prowler."
"Like I said Jazz, I'm perfectly fine. There is no need to worry." Prowl then started to rise only to fall back as Jazz suddenly straddled his hips and cupped his helm and gently began stroking his cheek. "What…what are…you doing??"
"I'm helping you relax. You need it." Jazz whispered.
"I guess you're right Jazz. I promise I won't overwork myself if you promise not to tell anyone of this. Well then, what would you have me do?"
"Talk."
"About what?"
"Your childhood."