Three weeks. Three Weeks Prowl had been purging his tanks. He didn't know why but he really wanted to why.
Jazz walked into Prowl's private quarters to find his best friend purging into his waste bin.
"Prowler? You ok?" Prowl looked up at him with tired looking optics
"Oh yeah. I'm the healthiest I've even been because I'm purging my tanks."
"Do you want to go to Ratchet?"
"I probably just had some of the older energon. I'm fine."
"If you're sure. Prime wanted me ta give ya the reports he wanted ya to fill out today. They're in your office."
"All right. Thank you Jazz."
"Yer Welcome!" Jazz walked out and Prowl purged a few more times before the dry heaves took over. The Praxian mech stood up and went to take his shift for monitor duty before he went to work on those data pads.
Jazz popped into Prowl's office to find Prowl lying on his desk in recharge.
"Eh...Prowler?" He gently touched Prowl's shoulder.
"Prowler?" The white and black datson looked up.
"Scrap. I just closed my optics for a second."
"Tired?"
"Extremely."
"Want me ta help you ta yer quarters?"
"I'd appreciate it." Jazz pulled the Datson's arm over his shoulder.
"Come on. I'll get ya some energon and then take ya back ta your quarters."
"Thanks Jazz."
Prowl took the energon gratefully and Jazz set him on his berth.
"Thanks Jazz."
"You're welcome Prowler."
"It's Prowl, Jazz. Not Prowler." Jazz rolled his optics.
"Whatever Prowler." Prowl sighed.
"Thanks for helping me to m—" Prowl quickly bent over and purged his tanks into his waste bin. Jazz rubbed his back struts.
"Are ya sure ya just had some bad energon?" Prowl sighed.
"I'm sure Jazz." Jazz helped him back up.
"I should just try to recharge. Maybe I have a small bug in my systems."
"You should go to Ratchet then."
"I will in the morning before I go on my shift."
"All right Prowler." Jazz helped him sit on his berth and then left.
"I hope it's just a small bug," the Datson mumbled.
The Next Day
Prowl groaned. His tank was churning again and he purged the fowl tasting energon into his waste bin almost to the top rim.
"Primus what is wrong with me?" he said quietly. Prowl clutched his abdomen and walked out to the med-bay.
"Wheeljack get out of here! You should be resting!" yelled Ratchet's voice from the med-bay. Prowl watched at Ratchet pushed his bondmate towards the door.
"Ratch I'm fine. We're all fine!"
"I'm the medic. You need rest for all of your sakes." Wheeljack groaned in aggravation.
"The twins are fine Ratch!"
"Stop arguing with me 'Jack. I'm the medic and your mate. Stop arguing with me and go recharge." Prowl watched in slight amusement as Ratchet pushed Wheeljack out of the med-bay.
"Hey Prowl!" the inventor said.
"Hey Wheeljack."
"Is there something you need Prowl?" asked Ratchet.
"I think I have a bug or something. Could you check?"
"Sure. Just let me take 'Jack back to our quarters and then I'll come back and scan you."
"Thanks." Prowl sat down on a berth while Ratchet walked out of the med-bay with Wheeljack. He felt it tank tighten and he rushed over to the waste bin and purged again. Ratchet came back in and winced.
"How long have you been purging Prowl?"
"Three weeks."
"Since that party that Sunstreaker and Sideswipe threw? You were there weren't you?"
"Yeah but I only had a cube a high grade...and then I don't remember anything." Ratchet helped Prowl to his pedes and to a medical berth. Prowl laid down and Ratchet scanned his form. A smiled formed on the medic's face. Prowl got scared.
"Ratchet why are you smiling?"
"You're sparked Prowl. With Twins." Prowl's jaw dropped and he passed out.
