Your Song
The song echoed through the halls of the Ark, and through every hallway, each door was open, listening to the beautiful music play. Though, one door was closed, one Autobot hiding themselves away, into their work, playing with the corners of their data-pad, and wishing away the mellow song. He sat upright, jotting notes down and off-lining his optics beneath a broken visor, opening his fingers to let the pen fall solemnly back onto the desk.
Finally, he stood, dropping his data pad and turning to his berth where the small child danced on the box. He brushed his fingertips over the open lid and stared into the tiny mirror, fragile and cracked. Slowly, he shut the lid and listened to the final click and the final hum. Spinning the box around he pushed the small device, twisting and twisting until the small thing clicked into place and the Autobot stood back.
"Delicate," he whispered, scratching his fingertips over the closed lid. Opening the box one final time, he watched the ballet dancer dance and watched her in her solid frame, frightened and frigid. He only watched and ignored the beautiful song.
Some danced, and others hummed along; and somewhere in the Ark; Prowl cried quietly.
I don't know why Prowl is crying, and I don't even know why I wrote this. I needed to write something, and someone told me to write something about Prowl, so boom. Prowl.
I was listening to "Your Song", covered by Ewan McGregor, and I thought of the nature and beauty of music. Nature connected me to Prowl, and the small girl connected me to Sari.
So this is kinda a mixture between TF:A and G1. I don't know why, but I imagined G1 Prowl listening to the song, and sobbing 'cuz he missed Sari (she's dead, btw, idk why).
INSPIRE ME, SOMETHING SAD - SOMETHING HAPPY - SOMETHING ANGRY.