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This ficlet is Set in Life of a Datsun Chapter 18
By
Maverick1997
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Maverick Hope You Enjoy
From Prowl's Point of View
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Roommate Troubles
"I don't give a frag who you are. I know that you're a spy but there is no way you'll be able to kill me in my recharge. Don't even think about it because I will offline you," Cliff jumper snarled as he sat himself down on his berth.
"-" Prowl sat there hurt. To think that all of the mech's on base, bar Sideswipe and Sunstreaker, thought he was a spy hurt him deeply. Yes he had DoorWings, yes he had come from Praxus but that didn't mean that he was a spy. So what if he had worked for the enforcers, Smokescreen had too and he wasn't being treated this way. An unfamiliar sting behind his optics had Prowl shuttering them multiple times in quick succession. His vents whirred slightly as they tried to drag in air at a slightly faster rate. The black and white mech's battle computer started to try to figure out the illogical conclusion (to Prowl anyway) that the other mech's on base had come up with.
Cliff jumper didn't look over at the Praxian he was sharing a room with, focusing instead on trying to get comfortable to go into recharge. Shifting the clutter on his berth onto the floor he lay down and shuttered his optics. The minibot missed the lone Energon tear which leaked down Prowl's face plates.
Prowl saw the minibot lay down after shoving his stuff onto the floor roughly. The other mech's words had upset him greatly so he was glad that the other bot had shuttered his optics. Prowl's Battle Computer started to shut down its calculations and data analysis as it couldn't come to a conclusion.
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Oh PRIMUS Here it comes! My roommate is going to find out why I keep disappearing at odd times oh please STOP I beg as My frame starts to shake then rattle as the shakes get worse and worse until I'm once again seizing violently... Trying to control it/this whatever this is WON'T Work, I've tried to a few times once in a Cupboard when I had to hide from Creator Three and the Technicians almost got My Aft caught that time as well!
To be honest this is starting to scare Me... Hate HATE This, distant but VERY Much aware that I have NO control over My frame WHATSOEVER! My roommate never even onlines His Optics or looks up, good does that mean I'm safe? Well at least for now... Once again I try to steer My Battle Computer onto the right track so this Blasted Shaking will stop before I get Caught but as before what I'm sending it isn't working and the shaking seems to be getting worse Oh Please PLEASE Stop I once again beg and as before it doesn't...
I'm sort of aware of some Mech placing His servos on either side of My Helm, Oh That Hurts! I SO hope its Ratchet, and NOT anyone else... Helms shaking and I can't focus My optics on Anything, but the Mech just holds it steady and speaks, it Does sound like Him, then he's sending Me something. Oh it's a data packet... Hope it's something useful but as its Ratchet is sending it, it will be! But it's oh SO Hard to focus on anything right now apart from My seizing frame... Opening the data packet I let My Battle Computer lock onto the new data and equations.
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"You back with me Prowl?" Ratchet asks as My optics brighten. "Yes, Thank You Ratchet. How did You know?" I ask, curious as to how the Medic had known to come to My aid.