A/N: So I wanted to write some more adorables, but couldn't fit it into Echo. So I've got this now, a depository of Predalert. I don't care if you don't want it, you're getting it anyway. So there.
"Magic." In which, on pre-war Cybertron, Prowl has to agree with his partner.
Enforcer Barricade dragged a heavily damaged and wincing Enforcer Prowl through into the small Kalisian medical clinic.
"You're a moron, Prowl." he told his partner. "I told you that the guy had a sword, but did you listen? Noooo."
"I did not see you lifting a servo to help, Barricade." Prowl shot back with a wince, his wings askew and a servo clamped over the slash in his side from which Energon was steadily leaking.
"You told me you had it covered!" Barricade pointed out.
"You have never taken that into account before. I assumed you would assist me regardless."
"Oh, so the one time I actually follow orders you needed me to not follow orders. Right." Barricade harrumphed. "And besides, the big grey guy had me pinned."
"This was the same grey mech who was a clear head shorter than you, I assume."
"He had ghosts. And a tornado."
"I see."
Barricade deposited Prowl on one of the waiting room chairs then lowered himself down into one opposite. Prowl looked around curiously, ignoring the Energon dripping down through his digits and onto the floor. "This is not somewhere I am familiar with." he said perversely.
"Yah, it's one of my regular haunts." Barricade replied, kicking back and clasping his digits behind his helm. "The doc here's magic."
Prowl raised an optic ridge, but didn't say anything.
"She is...well, just don't mention the paranoia glitch. And don't take offence if she don't trust you straight off." Barricade elaborated. "Red Alert's a little, ah, touchy. Kinda like you."
"I will ignore that comment."
"Relax, partner. Red knows her stuff. Easy on the optics, too, if you know what I mean."
"Let us not play the ''if you know what I mean'' game again, thank you; but yes, I did infer that this Red Alert was at least a little attractive or you would not bother associating with her." Prowl quarter-smirked.
Barricade let out an amused snort. "Was that a joke? I ain't that shallow."
Prowl made a disbelieving sniffing noise. "I will not dignify that with an answer."
Barricade sat up a little straighter as someone else entered the room. "Hey, Red. I got a wounded soldier here for ya."
A feminine voice with an educated East Kalisian accent replied. "Oh. It's you, Barricade. Is that some poor peon you ''accidentally'' blasted a ''little too much'' again?"
Barricade laughed. "Nah, it's my partner, Prowl. Say hi, Prowl!"
Prowl turned in his seat and clapped optics on the most beautiful femme he had ever seen; with pristine white and bright red paint, light blue optics, full lips pursed irritatedly, long wings attached to her hips with the medical symbol on them, and a remarkably bold piece of glass mounted in her chest armour which showed a bit of protoform. His engine stalled and turned over a few times while whatever he was planning to say went straight out of his processor.
Barricade flicked him on the shoulder. Prowl shook his head to stop himself staring. "Hello. I am Prowl." he said awkwardly.
Barricade nodded to him. "Sorry about him. He's not good with emotions."
"Yes, yes. Can you just drag him up onto the berth here so I can get started?" Red Alert said shortly, looking away with a dusting of light blue on her faceplates.
Barricade pulled Prowl to his stabilising servos with a grin the size of Kaon stretching across his angular faceplates, yellow optics flashing. "I think she likes you." he whispered, nudging Prowl. "That's a first."
Prowl didn't believe him, but said nothing and allowed himself to be pulled up onto the medical berth. Red Alert cracked the cables in her neck and drew a laser scalpel from her subspace.
Prowl found his voice. "I do hope you know what you are doing with that."
Red Alert twirled the scalpel around her digits and put a servo on her hip. Barricade laughed. "Oh, she does. Near enough took my optic out with it when I burst in here the first time."
"This does not reassure me." Prowl said, frowning.
Red Alert seemed not to care about that, and promptly cut Prowl's scorched hip armour off with her scalpel, put a servo on the Energon-slathered protoform with a long slice in it, and it was at this point that Prowl glitched out.
When he onlined again, he was back at the Enforcer headquarters, Barricade was on the verge of offlining himself laughing, and he had Red Alert – 0.2659.683.21 written in flowing script on his datapad, and a little scuff of scarlet paint on his faceplates.
"I have to agree with you, Barricade." Prowl said in a very shell-shocked voice. "Red Alert is indeed magic."
