Inspired by Sunrise, Sunset by Purple Aussie. The scene with Wheeljack sparked this in my mind. I might make a few of these, my own view on what would have happened if Prowl wasn't just enjoying the sun, if something had been wrong.

Homesick

Prowl felt like he had been staring at the same report for hours.

He was sick of reading it and re-reading it. He just couldn't concentrate.

He growled in frustration and threw the datapad, knocking over the bin as he did. He ignored the mess and ran past it, knocking his chair over as he got up.

The halls were deserted as he tore through them. A tear slipped down his faceplates and he ran faster, he didn't want anyone to see him like this.

He finally reached the base exit and ran down to the large weeping willow tree that was a safe distance from the base.

He fell down; leaning against the tree trunk as the sobs finally forced him to the floor. He hated this war. He just wanted to go home.

But he couldn't, Praxus was gone, destroyed by the Decepticons for no reason. It had been a neutral city, it wasn't causing any problems.

Prowl curled up on his side, burying his face in the soft grass as he cried.

He had held his emotions back when Praxus had been destroyed, unwilling to let the emotions free. But the misery and despair had finally broken through.

Everyone had called his sparkless when he didn't show any emotion. If only they could see him now, screaming and crying into the grass under a tree.

Suddenly arms were around him, he was pulled to someone's chest.

The tactician didn't know who it was; he just dug his face into the mech's chest and let the tears fall.

The mech who was holding him cupped the back of his head in a comforting way and whispered soothing words into his audio.

After a while the tactician was reduced to shivering and whimpering every now and then. He looked up slightly and saw that it was Wheeljack.

"Hey Prowl." He said cheerfully, trying to cheer him up.

"Sorry." Prowl whispered, he internally winced as the misery in his voice. It made him sound weak.

"It's okay Prowl, everyone cries." Prowl sat in silence, leaning against the inventor who still had his arms wrapped around him. The sun was setting slowly as they sat there.

Prowl's sorrow still hadn't gone away, he doubted it ever would.

"Prowl, were you crying because you're...homesick?" Wheeljack asked innocently.

Another tear slipped down the SIC's faceplates, confirming what Wheeljack had said.

"E-Earth is nice but...t-the Decepticons d-destroyed Praxus. I-I can't ever go h-home." Prowl said, his voice shuddering with emotion.

Wheeljack gently rocked Prowl back and forth.

"I know Prowl. But...remember you have friends here for you. All of us are here for you."

"I really doubt that as everyone calls me sparkless. Why would they need to be there?"

"We're kinda family Prowl, so little of our race is left; we're here for each other."

"I guess."

"Your job probably made this worse, Second in Command, that's one heck of a job."

"Yeah..."

"Do you want to go back to your quarters now?"

"Yeah, I guess so." Wheeljack helped him up and they walked back into the base to his quarters.

Prowl's optics were flickering as they got to his door. Wheeljack looked around and then picked the tactician up; he was met with little resistance.

He walked over to the SIC's berth and gently lay him on it. The inventor turned to leave when he felt a hand grab his wrist.

"Stay..." Prowl whispered. Wheeljack smiled and lay on the berth with Prowl. Wrapping an arm around the black and white's waist, they both fell into a peaceful recharge.

So what do you think? Should I continue? I probably will anyway. Planned:

Wheeljack + Prowl - Here

Ratchet + Prowl

Ironhide + Prowl

Red Alert + Prowl

Ratchet + Prowl

Dinobots + Prowl

Jazz + Prowl

Mirage + Prowl

Sunstreaker + Prowl

Optimus + Prowl

Which one?