I was on DeviantArt a long time ago and found a pic titled My Prowl Is Stuck. I was immediately curious as to how he got stuck, so I asked the artist if I could write a story for it, and they agreed. this was born. It is super old and not very good, but still interesting, I think.

The war was finally over. The Autobots and the Decepticons had finally come to a ceasefire, and a truce was formed between the two faction leaders. After months of tense relationships and threats of another war, things finally settled down on Earth. The Decepticons had agreed to achieve retribution for their actions against the Earth by doing service work. Many of the Decepticons had disliked this, but surprisingly, there were a few that enjoyed working with the humans.

While the threat of the Decepticon menace was gone, there was something else stalking the Autobots and the Decepticons. It was more evil and sadistic in nature than Primacron himself, and no Cybertronian was safe from it, Autobot or Decepticon. Every bot trembled in his and her berth at night, for fear they would be next. Even Megatron was not safe from the terror of this threat. And the menace that threatened to steal the sanity from all was none other than…

The fangirls. Their cause was illogical. It was unnecessary, unneeded, and it was downright disturbing. And none knew this better than Prowl.

Prowl leaned against a thick-trunked tree, quietly reading a datapad. Next to him was the Command Trine: Starscream, Thundercracker, and Skywarp. They were chatting quietly, resting in the shade beside the tactician. Prowl really didn't mind their presence; they were mature and civilized. The only exception was Skywarp, who occasionally cracked a disturbing joke or said something rude. The rest chuckled and continued talking when this happened.

Suddenly it grew quiet. Prowl glanced up, confused. The Seekers had frozen, their optics unblinking and staring at a group of humans. Prowl frowned and sighed loudly.

"Very funny. Stop doing that."

None of them moved. Thundercracker whimpered quietly.

"Look at the humans, Prowl. They are fangirls."

Prowl gasped and went as rigid as the Seekers. Skywarp shifted slightly.

"They can't fly. We can. Let's go!"

The three Seekers burst into action, leaping into the air and transforming, jetting away with a roar of powerful engines. Prowl felt his processor stutter in shock and fear as the crowd of fangirls squealed in delight.

"Look, it's the Seekers!"

"No, look there, it's Prowl!"

"Prowlie! Come here baby!"

"Oh, Prowler!"

Prowl eyed the approaching females and sent a desperate comm. to the Seekers.

/~ Please, help me! HELP ME! ~/

Prowl tried to scramble backward, but his progress was halted when his doorwings smacked against the tree painfully. The horde grew ever closer. Prowl winced when one let out an audio-splitting shriek of delight. He shuttered his optics and waited for the gruesome end.

Oh, Jazz, I'm so sorry. Even through his shuttered optics Prowl detected the bright flash of purple light, and suddenly he felt like he was being torn apart into billions of tiny fragments. It was painless, but Prowl also felt like those billions of fragments of himself had been dumped into a high-speed dryer set to Unbelievably Fast Spinning. Surprisingly the sensation lasted less than a microsecond. Prowl groaned and stiffened, feeling a cool breeze caress his back and doorwings. He could sense he was high up, but he wasn't moving anymore.

"Sorry, Prowl, but that's all I can do for ya. See ya!"

there was another explosion of purple light, and then the squealing and screeching of the fangirls came back, but many sounded disappointed. Prowl slowly unshuttered his optics, but he snapped them shut again almost immediately.

He was in a tree. Prowl gripped tightly to the thick branch as he heard it groan and felt it sway. Prowl cursed again and again in his processor as he gripped tighter to the branch, finally allowing himself to open his optics. They widened in bewilderment and surprise at what he saw. Or, rather, what he didn't see. The fangirls had vanished, and in their place were a small brown-haired girl and a fireman. The girl was saying something, and the fireman looked as surprised as Prowl felt.

"W-What happened? Where did they go?" He stuttered.

The girl giggled and pointed at the city.

"They got an anonymous call that Optimus and Megatron were walking through the streets." The girl winked at him. "Too bad that's not true. Now, as for what happened, you've been up there for a few hours." Prowl felt his processor stutter again. He would have to see Ratchet about that. It probably wasn't good.

The fireman blinked.

"Why don't you come down by yourself?"

Prowl looked at the ground and quickly shuttered his optics, gulping. It was so far away…

"I am terribly afraid of heights…"

The girl giggled again and turned to the fireman, pointing at Prowl while she spoke.

"My Prowl is stuck. Can you get him down?"

Thoughts, anyone? Any at all?