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Summary: (G1-verse) Prowl is taking Carly home one day but gets caught in a terrible accident, hurting them both. Prowl blames himself for not protecting her. Can Carly forgive him? Will he be able to forgive himself?

No One Is To Blame

By Yami-Yugi 3

Chapter 1

Emergency vehicles were there in the pile up of cars on the highway, trying to get the victims in their cars. Prowl, still conscious, but just barely was focusing on Carly still stuck in his passenger seat. "C-Carly? ...Y-You okay...?"

He didn't get a response which worried him greatly. Because he was an Autobot, his armor was thicker and stronger than any earth alloy, but this accident was so bad, even he was badly damaged and in a lot of pain. He hoped his armor had been strong enough to protect Carly. He quickly used his internal scanners to try and find out if Carly was even alive or not, granted his scanners were not as good as Ratchet's were. He relaxed slightly in relief when he detected Carly's heartbeat and shallow breathing. She was badly hurt, but at least she was still alive. Even though she was alive, who knows how badly she was hurt, was his armor strong enough to protect her? The only way to know for sure was to get the attention of the firemen and other rescue workers and have them take care of her. From where he was in the pile up, he knew if he didn't act fast they wouldn't get there in time if she was badly hurt. So he did the only thing he knew would gain their attention, he turned on his siren. The sound blared through all the surrounding noise and the red and blue flashing lights in the middle of the wreck caught everyone's attention. Several men began to quickly make their way towards him. Prowl weakly sighed in relief, he was hurt himself but he knew Carly need help right now more then him. Once the men were close enough, he shut off his siren and lights.

The rescue worker was surprised to see no one in Prowl's driver seat, but he did see Carly. "What? Who turned on the lights and sirens? And who was driving?" asked a fireman. But no matter, he knew he had to get Carly out. He tried the door, but it was jammed shut. "I can't get the door open, we're going to have to get the Jaws of Life," said the fireman. Prowl didn't know what this "Jaws of Life" was but figured it was something to help get Carly to safety. That's when he saw another fireman come back with a very odd, and scary machine. It had two giant pincers on the front. He really didn't want them to come near him with that, but...if it helped Carly, he would tolerate it. He watched as the machine's huge pincers slowly open before the firefighter placed each claw around Prowl's door panel.

"W-wait! What are...y-you doing?" protested Prowl, his voice laced with pain and static.

"Hey, did you hear that?" one firefighter asked.

"Where did that come from?" asked another.

"Come on guys, let's just get her out. We will worry about that later." another spoke.

"Right."

"W-Wait...s-stop..." Prowl tried to cry out again when he started to feel great pain from his door panel by the machine. The machine bent and pulled at his door, and he felt a pain like no other shoot through his door and into his body. He let out a scream as his lights flashed and sirens wailed in response to the pain he couldn't get away from. This got the firefighters attention.

They jumped back in shock and stared at Prowl with wide eyes. "What the hell was that?"

Prowl was huffing from his intakes in pain. "P-Please...d-don't do that...a-any more..." he winced.

"What's going on?" asked a fireman.

"Did that police car just talk?" asked another one.

"I think so," said a third.

"P-Please...h-help Carly...b-but don't use...t-that again..."

"Whoa...are you an...Autobot?" asked one of the firemen.

"Y-Yes..." Prowl winced again in pain.

"What happened?" asked a fireman.

"I-I'm not sure...I-I was just taking Carly home..." Prowl winced again.

"Alright, we'll figure that out later. Let's get her out," said a fireman. "Do you mind if we break your window? If we can't get your door off, the next best bet would be the window."

"I-It won't hurt as much..." Prowl said "B-But I will do anything...t-to make sure Carly's okay..."

"Alright, then let's do it," said the fireman with a nod. Prowl braced himself before the firemen proceeded to break his window. The glass shattered and Prowl winced slightly. It definitely wasn't as bad as the pain of his door, but it was still uncomfortable. Once that was done, the firemen proceeded to get Carly out of Prowl. They managed to pull her out without hurting her more.

"I-Is she okay...?" Prowl asked weakly, he was still worried about her.

"She's pretty hurt, but if we get her to the hospital, she should pull through," said a fireman.

"H-Hurry please..."

"Are you going to be alright?" another fireman asked him.

"I...I think so...I need...t-to call R-Ratchet," said Prowl as he shifted in place. He wondered if he could still transform. He decided not to try it just in case. Ratchet would be able to tell or not. 'R-Ratchet, this...is Prowl,' called Prowl over the com-link.

'Prowl! What in the pit happened? Jazz is going crazy over here saying something happened!'

'I...there was an a-accident,' said Prowl. 'It's...a pile-up and I'm...badly d-damaged. Carly...is hurt as...well, but she's...b-being taken c-care of.'

'Oh dear, Spike will be very upset about that. I'll be right there, don't move a servo, understood?'

'I don't...think I c-could even if...I wanted t-to,' said Prowl. He watched weakly as the firefighters take Carly to a waiting ambulance. Moments later, he was watching the back of the ambulance drive away with its lights and sirens on. "W-Where are they taking her...?" Prowl asked a near by firefighter, he wanted to know so he could give the information to Spike.

"The nearest hospital that isn't already full with victims from this accident. I'd give you specifics if I could, but I can't at the moment," said the firefighter.

"T-Thank you..."

"Sure. Do you need help out of this mess?"

Soon sounds of another ambulance were heard, but this time coming near. "N-No...I-I don't think so...R-Ratchet is here..." Prowl said.

"Alright," said the fireman with a nod as he headed off to help others. Ratchet pulled up. He transformed and immediately spotted Prowl, so he jogged over.

"Primus...Prowl." he started.

"T-that...bad?" asked Prowl.

Ratchet just nodded but then he saw Prowl's door. "What happen here?" he asked.

"They t-tried to...pry my d-door off... to get to C-carly," said Prowl.

"No wonder Jazz was going crazy with worry." Ratchet said "Let's get you back to the Ark."

"A-alright," said Prowl as Ratchet knelt next to him. Ratchet, as gently as he could, remove the empty cars off of Prowl first. Once Prowl was free, he began scanning Prowl for injuries to see where he was the most damaged. He started to frown, many of Prowl's injuries were bad. His front was the most damaged but not life threatening. His spark chamber was not close to the crushed part. In other words, his injuries weren't fatal, but they were painful. Prowl could transform but Ratchet didn't want him to right now, he wanted to get Prowl home first. But to do that, he'd need to tow him or to transport him. He should have asked Hoist to come with him. Well, the only thing he could do now was call Hoist and while he waited for him to arrive, he could do some field repairs on Prowl. After calling for Hoist, Ratchet took some tools from his subspace. He began to work in silence. Prowl just sat there on his shocks, his frame was still hurting him greatly and he started to worry about Carly again. He couldn't help but feel this was all his fault. If he had been paying more attention, if he had been more careful, maybe Carly wouldn't have been hurt. As Ratchet did some field work, the fireman from before came up.


Carly didn't know how long she was out, but as she slowly came to she started to remember what happened before she blacked out. Prowl was taking her home. She moaned as pain started through her body. "Carly...?" a voice spoke softly. She recognized the voice, it was Spike's voice.

"S-Spike?" asked Carly, her voice hoarse and quiet.

"Thank God..." Spike said in relief as he slowly took her hand in his "I was so worried..."

"Wh-what...happened?" asked Carly.

"You...you were in a car accident with Prowl..."

"C-car accident? With Prowl?...Is he okay?" asked Carly.

"He was a bit banged up. Last I saw of him before coming here was that Ratchet was still working on him." Spike said "But...I was so worried about the both of you...in the car pile up..."

"How...how bad was it?"

"The news said it was about a ten car pile up." Carly let out a sigh and winced. "Take it easy, Carly, the doctors don't want you to move too much." Spike said "You got a bit bruised up in Prowl there. The doctors are happy that he had strong armor or you would have had even worse injuries."

"Prowl...m-must be worried about me..."

"When I go visit them, I'll let him know you're alright," said Spike.

"Thanks..." Carly said "W-When did the doctors say...I can leave...?"

"Not for some time. You're pretty hurt," said Spike.

"Oh..."

"But once you're better, we can go to the base and you can see Prowl, show him you're fine." Carly smiled weakly at her boyfriend. "Prowl's been kinda anxious to know your condition. I think he blames himself."

"H-How can you tell?"

"He keeps asking me before I leave to see how you are." Carly gave a tiny nod and sighed. She would have to convince Prowl otherwise.


Back at the Ark, it was quiet in one of the ICU rooms in the medical bay. Prowl didn't really need it but Ratchet could tell Prowl didn't want anyone, except maybe his bondmate, to see him in the condition he was in. Not only physically, but mentally as well. Prowl was curled up on the berth, a thermal blanket covering half of his frame. One of his door wings was missing because it needed to be fixed from when the firefighters were trying to open it to get Carly out. His processor was just running through what had happened that day, he was trying to keep himself from crying. Not only in pain because he was still healing, but of how bad he must be to put Carly in such danger. He felt so horrible. Maybe he could have done something, maybe he could have prevented Carly from getting hurt, but he didn't. He was so into his self-pity, he didn't know the door to the ICU opened and closed until he could feel the gentle touches Jazz was giving him. "Prowler, baby, ya know it wasn't yer fault. How would the both of ya know there was an accident around the bend?"

"I could have done something," whispered Prowl. "If I had my sensors trained on the road ahead, maybe I could have picked it up." Jazz watched his mate sadly. It had scared Jazz that day when he felt Prowl's pain in his spark. But now his mate was just so upset on what happen to not only himself but to one of their human friends.

"Prowler, ya know Carly won't blame ya for what happened to the both of ya." Jazz said gently, as he ran his fingers over one of Prowl's arms.

"It was still my fault."

"For what? For protecting Carly form getting even worse?"

"I didn't do anything! It was...it was my armor, but...she was still hurt."

"Prowler, I'm sure Spike will have good news for us when he comes back from visiting Carly."

"But it still happened."

"Prowler..." Jazz said with a sigh. He wishes he can figure out a way to cheer his down hearted mate up. Jazz gently ran his fingers along Prowl's armor soothingly. Prowl curled up a bit more, and shutting his optics so he can still try and keep from crying. "Prowler, everything will be alright," said Jazz quietly.


Spike later returned to the Ark. Bumblebee was with him since he picked him up. He was happy to hear from Spike that Carly was okay. "Now if we can only tell Prowl." He said to his human friend.

"Can we tell him now? Where is he?" asked Spike.

"Ratchet moved him to ICU."

"Then let's go."


When the two came into the medical bay they saw Jazz stepping out of the ICU room with a sigh. "Is something the matter Jazz?" Bumblebee asked "Is Prowl okay?"

"He's just not himself today Bee." Jazz said "He's a bit upset about what happen still."

"Then I have news that might cheer him up," said Spike with a smile.

"We can try, but I don't know if Prowler is expecting any more visitors except me today." Jazz said.

"Can we ask him?"

"We can try." Jazz said. Spike nodded and followed the mech to the room. Jazz gently knock on the door. "Prowler, baby, someone is here to see ya." he called.

"Who?" asked Prowl.

"Spike and Bee,"

"I...alright," said Prowl. He shifted so he wasn't in the curled up position he had remained in since he had woken up.

When the door opened, Bumblebee and Spike stepped in. "How are you feeling?" Bumblebee asked.

"I'm still in pain," said Prowl softly. Spike came closer, looking up at him.

"Carly woke up earlier. The doctors said she's going to be fine," said Spike.

"Oh..."

"She wanted to come see you too, to tell you she was fine, but the doctors don't want her moving around. They said that she would be much worse off if your armor wasn't so strong."

"...O-Oh..."

"Prowl?" asked Spike worriedly. He thought the news would cheer him up, but it didn't seem to affect him.

"I-I...I want to be left alone...i-if that's okay..."

"Yeah, sure," said Spike hesitantly. As they started to leave, Spike stopped to glance back at Prowl. The mech was hunched over and he was trembling slightly. Was...was Prowl crying? Jazz stepped up to Prowl and wrapped his arms around him.

"Prowler..." Jazz said gently, he glanced over his shoulder at Spike. "You should go Spike."

"Sure Jazz, see you guys later," said Spike. Seeing Prowl like that worried Spike. Maybe, once Carly was out of the hospital, Prowl will feel better. Spike and Bumblebee left the ICU, leaving Jazz with Prowl.

"Prowler, Spike said Carly's okay. That should have made you happy."

"But even the doctors said it would have been much worse if my armor hadn't been so strong. That means it was bad in the first place," said Prowl.

"Prowler, baby, don't blame yerself."

"Jazz, it was my fault," said Prowl insistently.

"No Prowler, it wasn't. I don't think Carly will blame you anyway."

"She doesn't have to."

"Prowler..."

"Jazz..." said Prowl softly "I just..." Prowl shook his head. He found it difficult to put into words how he felt. With a sigh, he wrapped his arms around Jazz. "Just hold me."

"Sure baby." Prowl relaxed in Jazz's hold, comforted by his mate.


As days passed, Prowl was still healing physically, but emotionally he still blamed himself for what had happen. He was still hiding in the ICU room, at the same time Carly was soon well enough to leave the hospital. Carly went to the base and followed Jazz and Bumblebee to the med bay and to the ICU. She had heard from Spike that Prowl hadn't left since the accident. Jazz gently knock on the door. "Prowler?"

"What is it Jazz?" asked Prowl quietly.

"Ya have a very special visitor."

"Special visitor?" asked Prowl.

"Yep."

"Who?"

"Prowl?" Carly spoke softly "Can I come in?"

"Carly?" asked Prowl, surprised.

"Can I come in?" she asked again.

"Of course," said Prowl. Jazz opened the door for her. Carly walked inside and Prowl gasped at the sight of her. She was still bruised and bandaged. "I-I'm sorry..." Prowl whispered, trying not to cry by looking at her.

"Prowl, it's not your fault. I'm fine, really," said Carly.

"B-But..."

"Don't make me smack you," said Carly with a light smirk. "I'm fine. It wasn't your fault. It would have happened anyway. I'm just glad I was with you, or I would have been hurt much worse." Prowl still felt upset, he still was trying to hold back the tears he wanted to shed. "Come on Prowl, you can't blame yourself. Things like this happen in life and you can't change that. We were in an accident, you hear me? An accident," said Carly sternly.

Prowl slowly looked towards the floor. "I...I was so scared, and worried..."

"I know, and it's okay." Carly smiled softly. "All's well that ends well. I'm fine, you're fine, so there is no need to feel bad about this." Carly place a hand on Prowl. She notice that he was missing a door wing and still have healing weld marks on his body. "How are you healing?"

"Still in some pain..." Prowl said.

"Where's your door?" she started to ask then realized it was the door on the same side she was sitting.

"The firemen tried to pry my door off to get to you. I managed to stop them before they pulled it off completely, but Ratchet still had to remove it to repair it."

"I'm so sorry, Prowl," she said as she patted his leg. She slowly and weakly hugged it. "Thank you for being so brave and putting yourself in harms way for me. I'm glad I was with you." Prowl sighed heavily.

"My logic should have known better. I should have been able to predict it."

"…Prowler…no one can predict an accident, that's why they call 'em that."

"Please don't beat yourself up over this, be happy we're okay," Carly sniffled, starting to get upset that Prowl was still upset.

"…Carly…"

"You did all you could, please feel better."

"Alright, Prowl. Your door is good as new," Ratchet said as he came in. "Carly? I would have thought you'd go home to rest."

She shook her head. "Not until Prowl gets better."

"He still holding himself responsible?" he said as he crossed his arms.

"Yeah," said Jazz. "Can ya knock some sense into him?"

"Not anymore than I have been. Prowl has to forgive himself on his own."

"Well…can I stay with him then? We can recover psychologically together."

"You'll have to get permission from your parents."

"Well lookit that, Prowler. Maybe some company'll knock you out of it." The SIC just sighed heavily. He carefully took Carly into his arms. She hugged his chest.

"Please, Prowl. Don't blame yourself. You're my friend and I know you did all you could. I forgive you." He carefully sat back down on the berth, making sure Carly didn't get hurt.

"I'll come back to put your door back on later. I can see you have company."

"I'll come with ya, doc bot. You and Carly need some time to talk. I'll be around if ya need me, baby." Prowl watched them leave, about to protest, but the door was closed before he could say anything. Prowl sighed again, now not knowing what to do.

Carly rested her head against him. "It's going to be alright."

"I don't know..."

"Prowl...I forgive you..."

"But...if I had noticed..."

"You can't change the past, Prowl," she said as she got more comfortable.

"...No...you can't..."

"So don't blame yourself."

"...But you could have died...Carly...if you were killed..." he let his tears fall freely now.

"But I wasn't. Everything is okay."

"Wh-what kind of Autobot would I be...if...if you had been killed...? I-I'm Second in Command... I-It's my job to protect everyone...especially you humans...our friends..."

"Prowl you did protect me."

"...-sob-..."

"Please don't cry, Prowl." Prowl just couldn't stop crying. "Aww, Prowl. It's alright," Carly said as she hugged him as tightly as she could with her injuries. "It's okay. I was scared too."

"W-We could have lost you...and it would have been all my fault..."

"No...it wouldn't have been your fault. It was human drivers, not you. It's alright, Prowl, it's alright." Prowl just continue to cry. "I was scared too..."

Prowl laid down, carefully repositioning Carly on his chest. He put a hand over her, gently holding her. "...I...I'm just so sorry...I couldn't...have done more..."

"I know...it's alright. Please don't cry anymore, it hurts me to see you upset like this."

"...I'm sorry..."

"All is forgiven. You feel better now?"

"I guess..."

"Good. We should both probably get some rest."

"I don't think I can..."

"Of course you can. It'll be alright."

"But..."

"What's wrong? Why can't you sleep?"

"..."

"...Does the accident keep replaying in your head?"

"...Yeah..."

"It replays in mine too. But I'm here with you. It's okay." Prowl nods a bit. Carly got comfortable and closed her eyes. She pat Prowl's chest. "We'll get through this together, it's alright." Prowl watched her as she slowly fell asleep. He tried to stay awake as he watched her sleep. But it wasn't long until recharge claim him.

Jazz and Optimus arrived just then and peeked their heads in. "Good, Prowler's sleepin like a rock," smiled Jazz.

"I'm glad to see him resting. I hope he can overcome what happened. It must be very hard for him."

"Yeah. I can feel it through our bond."

"With you and Carly by his side, I know he'll pull through."

"I hope so Prime."

He closed the door. "I'll talk to him later when he feels up to it."

"Might be for the best Prime." He smiled and the two left Medical.