AN: I decided to spontaneously write a drabble featuring Prowl/Wheeljack (total random pairing). I had no idea what to write about, so I decided to find a random song on my ipod and make it my prompt. If you squint you might see the beginning of a romance, but not quite.
Continuity: G1
Song: It's a Small World (After All)
It was late into the night when Wheeljack decided to call it a day. He was driving back to his home still thinking over his latest setback on a project he was working with Perceptor. After the war, he was given his old job and quickly reclaimed his title as Cybertron's Top Engineer. Many of the Autobots had parted ways to start over and put the war behind them, so he was fortunate to have Perceptor by his side. Their line of work crossed from time to time and Wheeljack always cherished the time spent with his old friend.
His current project with Perceptor had come to a full stop due to a malfunction that neither could pinpoint. It was frustrating to Wheeljack to the point where he had neglected to refuel and recharge properly. Perceptor had noticed of course and forced the engineer to go home, get some recharge, and to return refreshed. He didn't put up too much of an argument. He had refueled and then left.
Wheeljack couldn't deny that he was exhausted; it might have been better if he had recharged in his office. He was swerving a bit from side-to-side, but he continued. He caught himself once from accidentally swerving into the car to his left, who honked their horn at him. The loud noise made him more alert than before, but not long enough. The next time he spaced out, he swerved right into a parked car on the side of the road.
He moaned in slight pain as he rear-ended the other Cybertonian. A split-second later, the car he had hit turned on their sirens: he had crashed right into a law enforcer. He cursed to himself for his stupidity and bad luck. He hadn't damaged the enforcer too badly because he quickly transformed and turned to face the law breaker.
Wheeljack's processors froze when he realized who he had hit, and then he laughed out loud.
"I fail to see what is so amusing, Wheeljack."
"Hey Prowl," Prowl came around to Wheeljack's side and crossed his arms, "it's been a long time. Small world we live in, huh?"
"Apparently, not small enough. Registration code please, Wheeljack."
"Aw slag."
AN: Not really a romance, but I'm tempted to write more featuring these two. It's a total random pair that intrigues me.