Hey! Been reading this fics for forever now and thought that maybe it was time to try my own hand at this stuff! So please be nice and no flames. I certainly have no objections to constructive criticism though. It's a bit short but maybe if I continue to write they will get longer. Hope you have as much fun reading this as I did writing!

'Prowl.'

'Prowl,' the voice growled softly to him

'Prowl, wake up. I want you to see this.' Prowl stirred, what did he want now. Everything was gone. Taken. What could he possibly want now?

'Come on. I know you are still here somewhere in this body. I have something you might want to see here.' Teasing now. Taunting.

Prowl found it within himself to give an answer. 'What Barricade? Have you found another autobot to torture in front of my optics? Or are you just getting lonely?' he sneered.

'No. Not quite. But you should pay some attention.' Barricade sounded like he was chastising a sparkling. 'A certain little saboteur seems to have made his way to this puny mudball.'

Whatever venom Prowl had been thinking about beforehand froze. 'Jazz.' he whispered.

Amazing how one little word could hold so much importance and meaning. Especially to a seemingly emotionless tactician. Jazz. The Autobot TIC and former bane of Prowl's existence. He was open, outgoing, spontaneous, fun loving, in short a mech who was the complete opposite of Prowl. And yet, after living around Jazz for so long, Prowl had been able to glance at the mech underneath. The dark, secretive mech who rarely showed his true colors to the world around him. And despite the two of them being the most unlikely pair ever they had fallen in love with each other. Were even considering taking the ultimate step, bonding, before Prowl had been captured.

But now, that was impossible. After being captured the Decepticons had been quite disappointed to learn that the SIC was much more resilient than previously thought. So instead of torturing him physically, they decided to destroy him mentally.

They had reprogrammed him. Stripped away everything but his spark and then rebuilt another mech around him. But, by some mercy, or perhaps act of cruelty, he was still there. The Barricade persona had been fashioned by the Decepticons and implanted in the new body. But way back, in the furthest reaches of his helm, Prowl had survived.

So now he was stuck. A prisoner in his own body. Helpless but to watch as Barricade killed his friends, which were already a precious few to begin with.

'So Prowler. How much fun do you think we can have with this little lover of yours?'

Please review and tell me how I did for a first-timer!

-Grifen