Title: Partner (1/?)
Verse: G1 AU
Rating: PG
Warnings: angst
Characters/pairing: Prowl, Sierra (human OC)
Authors Notes: This is technically a continuation of Alone. If you really like Alone the way it was, as a oneshot, you may not like this, but this is the full account of the actual bunny that sparked Alone. Most of the plot is sketched out but not written and I'm lacking a beta reader at the moment so all mistakes are my own.
Prowl sat quietly in the parking garage. It was not ideal, the solution he had found, but it worked well enough. The local police chief had originally been delighted when Prowl had contacted him, even if Prowl wanted his involvement to be kept quiet. To have someone with millions of years of experience and a processor that could run computations faster then the most sophisticated human built super computer at his disposal was a dream come true.
Or so he thought.
Because the chief had a problem- finding a partner that could work with Prowl. So far he had gone through three different officers and two different detectives. The longest one had lasted three weeks before he had gone to the chief and threatened to resign if he wasn't reassigned. There was just something about working with the former Autobot that they couldn't take.
He wasn't human.
Motion.
Prowl ran a scan, gathering the specifics on the approaching human from three vehicles over. The chief had promised him another partner, but Prowl had caught the implication from the chiefs tone and wording that this might be the former Autobots last chance.
A last chance with a new variable.
This chance was female.
The new human came around the car next to him, and Prowl got the idea rather quickly that this human was going to be far different from any of the other ones, gender aside.
This human did not go straight for his door and climb in like they owned him, as the officers had done. This human did not circle warily, attempting to figure him out before really approaching as the detectives had done.
No, this human stood directly in front of him, arms crossed over her chest as she looked at him. The crossed arms were an indication of defensiveness. Prowl could deal with that. She knew him no better than he knew her, though as soon as he had a name Prowl could access her file and learn far more about her in a matter of minutes then she could ever learn about him.
But she faced him head on, eyes running from the lights on top, down his windshield and hood to his tires and back up to the windshield. She sighed. "So what do I call you, Officer?"
Prowl twitched. There was something about the tone, about the phrasing, that was…right. "Prowl." He answered. "My designation is Prowl, and that is sufficient. How should I refer to you?"
The woman blinked, arms slowly lowering. If Prowl wasn't paying very close attention he probably would have missed the barest quirk of her lips. "Sierra. Sierra Hunter."
Prowl rumbled softly as he ran her name through his database access. The response he got to his inquiry was…interesting. "Well, Officer Hunter-."
"Sierra." She responded promptly, as she tilted her head to one side, studying him and checking her watch. "We have five minutes to be on the street. Where do I ride?"
For the first time since he realized he was alone Prowl found himself experiencing a flicker of hope as he opened his driver side door.