The hango-oh Primus, what did I do?
A/N Another contest piece for C.D.
"Jazz, this is really not a good idea. I have work in the morning." Prowl said as he was being dragged literally to a party by his doorwings. The dragger was none other than his friend Jazz.
"So do I Prowler, but we kicked Decepti-cans today, AND the femmes from Cybertron are here. If that doesn't qualify us ta have the right ta party, I don't know what does." Jazz replied.
Jazz dragged Prowl into the Rec-room and let go of his doorwing, The party was already in full swing as Jazz waved bye to Prowl and ran to get some high grade.
Prowl watched as the other bots were having fun. Even Optimus had overcharged and was in the middle of a loooong speach of how he and Elita met. Thank Primus Elita was already drunk and eyeing Optimus like she wanted to fragg him on the spot, or that might of ended badly.
Sideswipe and Sunstreaker opened up the dance floor follwed by Bluestreak and Smokescreen. Ironhide and Chromia jumped in and began grinding on each others plating; leaving good scratch marks to show for it.
Prowl stayed on the edge of the mad house and sipped a cube of low grade instead. Parties were never his favorite activity. Jazz spotted the party pooper tactician and grabbed a cube of ultra high grade as he walked over to the second in command.
"Come on Prowlie. Cut loose a little." Jazz held out the glowing purple cube to Prowl.
Prowl looked annoyed. "I hate the name 'Prowlie'." He remarked.
Jazz put his best impish expression on. "If ya drink it, I'll stop."
Prowl narrowed his optics suspiciously before taking the cube and chugging it. He wiped his mouth with the back of his servo. "Happy?"
The party got more and more rowdy as it went on. By now, Prowl was heavily smashed due to the fact that the first ultra cube had turned into six. Jazz himself had pounded down three cubes of ultra and ten of premium.
A song came on that put everyone on the dance floor. Prowl grabbed Jazz and dragged him into the center. Judgement was thrown out the window as the two began to get down and dirty with their moves. As the song ended, Prowl and Jazz locked optics. Whether it was the fact that they were highly intoxicated, or the heat of the moment, most likely both, it happened. Lip component met lip component as the two began making out. Jazz broke the kiss only to grab Prowl by the chevrons and pulled him out of the room.
The morning wake up alarm went off, and immediately, Prowl wanted to shoot it. His helm ached with a sharp throbbing as he sat up. The room was dark, much darker than he was used to. Not to mention the berth seemed wider. Prowl rubbed his optics and went to shift his body when his hand landed of something. He picked it up and then stared down to his interfacing compartment in horror. Yep; his panel alright. He then noticed his spark chamber was a bit ajar. Prowl shut it and wondered what the pit he had done, and with who.
The question answered itself as he heard a content sigh and a bot shift their weight next to him. He looked down and his jaw went slack. Jazz turned over and began to online slowly.
"P-Prowl? Uhh...ma processor."
Prowl was still horrified. Jazz sat up, and noticed his own panel was missing. "Uh...did we...?"
Prowl nodded still shocked. "Apparently, yes."
Jazz looked around. "Wow Prowl. Ya quarters are so roomy."
Prowl cocked an optic. "I thought this was your room."
The automatic lights clicked on at precisely eight am and proceeded to freak both bots out more. The room they were in, and more importantly the berth they were in, belonged to none other than the Autobot commander Optimus Prime.
"AAAAAHHHHHH! ! ! ! ! ! !" Both screamed in unison before quickly attaching their armor and bolting out of the room. They walked down the hall only to run straight into Elita. "Prowl, a word."
Prowl gulped. "Yes ma'am?"
Elita blushed a little, clearly embarrassed. "Please know that Optimus requires your help. He's stasis cuffed to a berth in the brigg. You have the release codes; would you please?"
Prowl sighed with relief as he hurried as fast as he could to unchain Optimus.
A few weeks passed by. A Decepticon attack here, a deranged monster their, nothing the SIC couldn't handle. All the stress was making Prowl gulp down energy at an astounding rate however. As the days went by, Prowl's stress levels were going so nuts, he swore his armor was getting snug.
A week later, an alarm went off for a raid. Prowl rushed to transform and join Optimus in battle. The Decepticons were going after an oil refinery. Optimus tackled Megatron and everyone else grabbed somebody. Prowl found himself face to face with Soundwave. They struggled for awhile until Soundwave wrestled away Prowl's acid gun. The poor black and white mech was then lifted up by his neck. Soundwave was about to shoot Prowl with his own gun, but stopped. His hand and visor glowed red before he tossed Prowl aside and took off.
Prowl was perplexed as he made his way back to the base. He returned to his office and started data pads. He'd have Ratchet look at him later. A knock sounded before Ironhide shoved the twins into his office.
"Jus tell'em what ya did this time punks." Ironhide said before leaving.
Optimus and Ratchet were walking by two minutes later when suddenly, Prowl's office door shattered into little pieces and out flew the twins and Prowl's desk right on top of them. The twins scrambled up and dove behind Prime. "SAVE US! ! HE'S TRYING TO KILL US! !" They wailed. Prowl stormed out with his gun drawn, clearly pissed off. Optimus immediately began to diffuse the situation.
"Stand down Prowl. No need for unusual punishment."
Prowl almost ignored Optimus, but his leader's body language advised him otherwise. Prowl simmered down and got a good look at the terrified twins. He shouldn't of been so mad. They ambushed Ironhide with sillystring. At the most, they should of got a slap on the wrist, not a desk thrown at them. "What's happening to me?" He said to Optimus.
Optimus looked concerned as he turned to his medi-bot. "Ratchet, give Prowl a check up."
Prowl sat down on a berth as Ratchet began to check him over. He ran a diagnostic for viruses; nothing, he looked over Prowl's armor; not so much as a dent.
"Hmm...take off your abdominal plate so I can run a circuit check."
Prowl complied; his armor was very tight in this spot. The plate popped off with barely any work. It seemed like it was spring loaded. Ratchet ridged an optic at that.
He ran the circuit check, it came back negative. "You're a hard one to diagnose. Anything else you want me to look at?"
"Well, I've been drinking a bit more energy than I should be...not alot more, but more than normal even when I'm working."
Ratchet's head snapped around to Prowl as he said that. His expression showed he was piecing something together. "Uh, Prowl...please lay on your back, I want to check something."
Prowl looked worried as he laid down on the berth. Ratchet had grabbed a small device from the medical tray and placed it on the tactician's prone abdomen. The device plugged into Ratchet, and began feeding him data. Ratchet moved the device to a few spots before cracking a sweet smile, which most bots would have called scary.
He looked down to a worried Prowl. "Congratulations Prowl, you're sparked."
A/N To be hopefully continued.