"Prowler..." A sigh came from the surrounding darkness, full of pain. Who was it? For that matter, where was he? Memory files took over, reminding him of those last moments.
Jazz calling out for him, reaching out his servo.
The light from the almost completed All-spark.
Deep, ominous rumbling from nearby, in space.
Oh. He was in the Well now.
"Hey, can you hear me?" A touch on his shoulder, light and barely there, brought his attention outward. "Who are ya, anyway?"
He booted up his optics, looking straight into concerned blue optics. That much was familiar, even if the rest of the face looked totally different from what he was used to. "Ah, hello. Yes, I can hear you. My designation is Prowl."
The other looked confused for a moment. "Ya can't be Prowler. He's much... bulkier. And has door-wings."
It was my turn to be confused. "I am indeed Prowl, though the only one I know who calls me 'Prowler' is Jazz." My throat tried to close up on the others name. Now the unnamed mech looked even more confused.
"Mech, what are ya talking about? I'm Jazz."
A/N: Really short first chapter, yeah. Is this worth continuing?