If this is your first time reading any of my stuff, I STRONGLY suggest you read 'Infection' as the majority of the main characters and their back stories appear there. Things won't make sense otherwise. Don't be giving me reviews that bark about how confusing everything is, LOL! (Too late. Oy vey...). Remember kids - this is a collection of shorts and not an actual story with an easily defined beginning, middle and end.
And now - off my soapbox and on to the show!
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'C'mon little buddy.'
Prowl's voice was low as he hunkered in the debris, his mind filled with turmoil. He held the head of his companion in his hands, cautiously spying the ruins around them for a breaking point. He needed to find refuge and in the heat of battle and the among the throws of laser fire there was none.
Bluestreak was weak. His one arm was shattered, deep gouges ruining his once spectacular paint. He leaned into Prowl's light touches out of habit and Prowl sighed with relief. His brother was still alive. Now if only he could make it back to safety! All around warfare raged. The dust behind them lit up with orange lightning as Autobots took down the last of the Decepticon forces that had shattered the city's once peaceful solitude. Sadly even this silent sanctuary had been destroyed. Autobot forces searched the rubble for survivors. Prowl had been among the first to arrive as soon as he had heard of the attack on his brother's merchant home. The carnage had been depressing. Finding that Bluestreak had survived had been one of the few blessings that orn.
The white and black Autobot held his brother closer and lifted the much smaller mecha. Bluestreak gasped as pain tore through his frame. Prowl flinched internally, cursing the slagging war and scanned his brother. The wounds were bad. Very bad, but he would survive if the pair of them could make it to a medic. Or at least make it to the landed ship without having their hides shot to slag. He yanked a small medical kit out of a subspace pocket and injected foam into several of the larger wounds leaking green energon on his brother's arm. Internal mechanisms were exposed and cracked, sparking impressively in the gloomy daylight. Prowl worked hard as he heard his teammates holler orders over the Autobot battle frequency.
//What did you find?//Inferno demanded.
//Zip. Zilch. Nadda.// That was Jazz. //Emptier than a Decepticon energon storage facility.//
//Slag! 'Con's got us cornered here!// Trailbreaker. Static followed his comment and more laser fire. //Make that HAD us cornered.//
Prowl scowled as he bandaged the worst of his brother's wounds. Bluestreak was so low on energy that he could barely keep his eyes open.
// Bluestreak's alive.// Prowl commed to his team mates. //He needs a medic. He's bleeding out.//
//Success!// Trailbreaker commed back, his accented tone pleased despite the weary growl. //Perhaps our luck is changing!//
//In this line of work? I doubt it.// Jazz snarked. Even in the heat of combat, Prowl thought, the white mech could find humour.
//...FRAG! New con troops coming in! Abort previous mission! Return to -//
Angry explosions cut into the orders, causing Prowl to hunker down further into the dirt and use his body to protect his brother from flying debris.
//If you can get two tons of seeker off out hip plates, we'll fall back!// Jazz yelled over the comm. The sound of Flying jets roared overhead competed with gunfire and Prowl found himself half hazardly throwing the last of his brother's medical supplies into his subspace pocket. He pulled his brother into a sitting position and wiped grit from his own eyes. They had been battling Decepticons all fragging orn and the one survivor - the ONLY survivor they had found - was a spark wire away from joining the Well of All Sparks .
That's when he saw it. It was a flash of blue in the dusty atmosphere. It was a ripple in the corner of his eye that shimmered, as if someone had opened a door or someone had passed before a light. At first he ducked down behind the layers of discarded wall he took shelter behind, thinking it was a Decepticon. The form only widened, taking the shape of a blue, glowing door. Prowl scowled, wondering if there had been a building he had missed in a previous scanning of his surroundings. Cautious, he ran his sensors over the area a second time. As the area as providing a potential route of escape, he gathered his brother into his arms and ran. Bluestreak groaned again, this time louder.
Pit be damned. Bluestreak wasn't going to die in this rust infested pit.
Slamming his back painfully against a wall as laser fire followed him, he ducked through the door, almost tripping as he did so.
//Found cover!// Prowl yelled over the Autobot comm frequency. He practically hurled Bluestreak through the doorway and rolled, the laser fire missing him by mere measurements. He could hear the sound of gun fire hitting and scorching the dirt. It left a smell that clogged his olfactory sensors. He was soon face first in the ground beside his younger sibling, his intakes heaving hard. The sound of warfare, so loud on the other side of the wall, had been deafening, but after a moment Prowl realized it was quiet. Too quiet. He crawled closer to his brother when an explosion rocked the world around them, causing chunks of building to fly through the open door, followed by the scorching heat of a low grade bombing attack. He heard screams over his com link, a noise he never wanted to hear again. He half expected to feel the crash of the building around him as it melted but when nothing happened, he shifted. He rose to his hands and knees to stare back at the doorway, a frown partially hidden behind his calm persona. His surroundings, which had originally been of death, decay and should have been evaporated by the Bomb he had felt, had been replaced by lush green organic life that was definitely NOT cybertronian in origin. The doorway hovered slightly above the ground, a sea of black with silver stars that shimmered. Then collapsed.
What stared back at Prowl when the door dissipated startled him.
'Fragging... Pit?'
A small, furry creature stared back at him. It's round face was spotted, with large eyes that glittered in the evening light. What passed as its auto sensors were pinned slightly as it passed a look from someone or something behind it to Prowl. It glared at him with the most indescribable glower darkening its features. It growled slightly, exposing long, white fangs as it chuckled. The organic creature looked feral, as if it could take anything on if the challenge dared to cross it.
'Well lookie at what Primus dragged home this time' the creature said, licking a fang with a pink tongue.
As if called by name, two very alien looking Transformers abruptly stood from their perch behind several trees. Their forms hid a tiny camp fire tended by a feathered red beast. Prowl's door wings flinched slightly. One of the Transformers staring back at him was frighteningly familiar although his format was unusual. Less blocky. Jazz. Jazz - who he had just talked to moments before the bomb hit. Jazz - who should have died when the large bombs went off. Jazz - Who was alive and had no time to take cover.