I had some of this written for a while but never wanted to finish till now. Whenever I people said that these two were hard to write, they weren't kidding. Their personalities are hard to get write. Yeah Prowl isn't himself right now but writing him NOT like himself was hard...
Hope ya like it! Reviews would be awesome. :D
Systems rebooting.
One by one his systems started coming online. The first to fully online were his audio receptors. He could hear beeping. What was beeping, he didn't know. He heard muffled voices. He couldn't make out what they were saying but he somehow knew it was about him. He heard the soft 'thumps' of someone's feet as they walk near.
Fear started to creep its way into his processor. He had no idea where he was. All he knew about himself was his name. He had no idea if he was in the hands of the Autobots or the Decepticons. Considering he only knows his name he doesn't know if either place would be safe.
Optics onlining.
When his optics came online all he saw was a black figure surrounded by white. The black figure was moving, trying to get his attention to say the least. The picture started to blur as his optics recalibrated then focused again but this time with more color. Everything became bright white before fading back to normal. The figure turned out to be a white mech with a gray chevron on his helm.
The surroundings was a plain med bay. On the walls he could see several medical equipment just waiting to be used. Among them was a rather large collection of wrenches. The mech in front of him appeared to be talking but he couldn't make out the words. Instinctively he ran a scan and found that in the process of rebooting his audio receptors again went offline.
The mech reached behind his helm and opened a hatch covering the switches to his basic functions. He flipped a switch and all at once the sound came flooding back to him and his audio receptors started to buzz.
"- can you hear me?" The white mech asked. Not yet trusting his vocalizer he nodded his head. "Good. I'm going to run a quick scan and some tests then set you on your way."
Again all he did was nod. He had no idea what was going on or who this mech was but yet here he is helping him. The buzzing in his audios went down to a quiet hum before going away all together. As the mech, who he correctly assumed was the medic, turned he saw a red cross on his arm. He started talking as he turned back.
"Okay I'm gonna need you to sit up." As he was sitting the medic kept talking. "I swear Jazz is worse than Sunstreaker and Sideswipe. He wouldn't leave your side until I threatened to reformat him into a radio."
'Wait...who is Jazz, Sunstreaker and Sideswipe? Why is this medic telling me about them?' He asked himself. 'Why would he reformat someone? What the frag was a radio?' He was slightly horrified that the medic would say something like that. While he was thinking he completely missed what the other was saying.
"Prowl. I said move your left arm. What is with you? It's not like you to zone out."
"I'm sorry. I-uh...I have a question..." Prowl said. "Shot."
"Who's Jazz? Who are you?"
Jazz couldn't believe what he heard. He didn't want it to be true.
"What do you mean he lost his memory? You said he would be fine!" He yelled while looking out of Ratchet's office window to the black and white datsun sitting on the berth.
"The scans showed nothing wrong with him. For all I know he shouldn't have even lost his memory!"
"Fix him!"
"I can't! I can't just go and restore some mechs memory. There are limited things I can do and this is one of them." Ratchet stated calmly.
Jazz sighed. His bond mate was sitting on the berth talking with First Aid and by the look on his face he didn't know who he was. He looked back at Ratchet and his engines revved loudly.
"How long?"
"What?" Ratchet asked completely off guard by the sudden question.
"How long 'till he remembers?"
"I don't know. It could take days, weeks, even months! It depends on how much he remembers and considering he doesn't even know you and what faction he is it could take a while." Ratchet said walking out of his office.
"How can you not..." He trailed off as Prowl looked at him.
The datsun look completely confused. Not knowing where he was or who anyone was must have the mech scared. The look in Prowl's optics wasn't fear though. There was curiosity and something he hasn't seen in the mech for a long time. When he saw Jazz looking at him he looked away sheepishly, like he has been caught doing something bad.
Jazz couldn't help but stare. Prowl looked different. Not physically though. It looked as if he was more open. His optics showed more emotion than what was normal. He was smiling for Primus sake! It wasn't the smile that he normally gave off when in public, it was a real smile. The only time he smiled a real smile was when the two of them was alone.
A small smile crept on Jazz's face. Prowl looked somewhat happy. He didn't have the Autobots problems on his mind. But as much as it made Jazz happy to see him happy, he wanted his bond mate back.
It hurt Jazz to know that his own bond mate was acting like he did a long time ago. He looked down at the ground then back up at the medic. He was filled with determination. He was determined to get Prowl back no matter what he had to do.
"Tell me what I have ta do ta help."
Ratchet smiled softly before explaining everything that he knows so far.
