Title: February 14
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Summary: Prowl receives a Valentines Day gift.
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Prowl: What do you think your doing?
Me: *looks up* What?
Prowl: *points* That. What is that?
Me: *looks down at paper* It's a Goal Ladder.
Prowl: *Crosses arms* Then you should remove; 'Own Transformers' from that list.
Me: *sighs* Fine. *crosses out goal* You Suck!
Prowl ambled into his private quarters after a long tiring day involving six piles of datapads and various meetings with Optimus Prime, the NEST operatives and Secretary of Defence; John Keller. Due to multiple Decepticons sightings his workload had steadily increased the past couple of months and it never seemed that he made any progress in the piles of paperwork that were crowding his desk and snugly encircling his chair.
Venting deeply he shuttered his optics and stretched his arms over his helm, popping his spinal strut column. Grunting in satisfaction his optics opened and scanned his room before landing on the small object laying innocently on his berth.
Prowl's battle computer flared to life; assessing the situation quickly. Someone had broken in and left it on his berth for him to find. Possible culprits and situations came to mind:
Sideswipe and Sunstreaker had entered his room and set up a prank;
A decepticon had snuck on base to place it there, however unlikely that may be: or
Another bot had left it there for him… but who?
Prowl assessed the small object carefully and realised there was a note attached to it. Cautiously approaching the berth he gently picked up the offending object from its resting place and detached the small card. Venting he opened it and read the message.
Dear Prowler
The humans celebrate this thing called 'Valentines Day' where they gift objects to their sparkmates or sparkmate intrests.
So Happy Valentines Day.
All my love, Jazz.
Bewildered, Prowl looked up the term 'Valentines Day' with his internet connection; finally understanding the strange decorations the humans had been placing on the walls of the hanger. Satisfied with the information he received he glanced at his 'gift object' before comparing it to the images online.
A white rose, an organic flower which signified purity; but also respect for the person who received it. Tendrils of abashed happiness curled in Prowl's tanks as he stared at his Valentines Day gift from Jazz.
His Valentine. His Jazz, who was going to pleasantly surprised to return to his berth after patrol to find Prowl in it.
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