A/N: Went ahead and typed a second chapter for you all. It's short, it's cute, it may or may not rot your teeth with fluff.

Review please. It's all I ask. Constructive Crit. only.


"...ration success..."

'Where am I?'

"Patient...stable..."

'Who is that?'

"...blebee...wake up..."

'Prowl?'

Bumblebee tried to open his optics but shut them at the blinding white light assaulting him.

'I'm offline, aren't I? This is the Well, and Prowl's here, too. We died on the cursed rock.'

"Bumblebee, wake up. Please." Prowl's voice came clear through the fog, and it wasn't the only thing he could hear. Beeps and whirs of machines, distant voices, and hurried pede-falls. Where the frag was he?

Forcing his optics back online, Bumblebee's vision was unfocused and blurred, the white light above him nearly enough to force him to shutter his optics again. A face swam into his view, and it took a few moments for his optics to readjust to the lighting conditions before he recognized it.

"Pr...Prowl?" The cyberninja smiled in relief and nodded. Bumblebee tried to move his head, to look at his surroundings, but the exhaustion of the last few months had taken its toll.

"Don't move too much. The docor says it's going take some time for your strength to build up. Until then, you're on bedrest." Confusion crossed Bumblebee's faceplate.

"Doctor? You mean this is a hospital?" He heard Prowl chuckle and tried to glare but all he managed was a look of annoyance.

"Sort of. More like a clinic. Where did you think you were?"

"The Well." Bumblebee dead-panned, expression as serious as it could get. Prowl's optics widened behind his visor, remembering the last thing the scout had said to him on Earth. They'd both been so sure they were going to die there like all of their friends. Of course, he didn't know what had happened after his confession.

"We're on Paradron. It's a pacifist refugee planet that was settled back during the Great War. Our medic is a former Autobot named First Aid." Prowl explained, moving so that he was a little closer to the berth. When they'd arrived on the planet, he'd insisted on Bumblebee being treated first and refused any treatment for himself until he knew the scout would be okay. Compared to the damage Bumblebee had taken, Prowl knew his own wounds wouldn't take more than a cycle to fix.

Bumblebee looked better than he had, his armour clean and smooth, free of the dents and gashes and mediorce repairs. His optics had regained their normal, healthy baby-blue color. The scout could feel his leg again, his systems were fully operational, and his intakes no longer struggled to cycle air. Prowl himself looked and felt like he had just stepped off the assembly line. Everything was working perfectly.

"Well, that's nice and all, Prowl, but how did we get here?"

Prowl sighed and looked away for a moment, "I called in a favor." He turned back to Bumblebee, seeing the questioning look he was getting, " I know I should have done it a long time ago, but to be honest, I didn't think the bot was still functioning." His optics softened, and he gave the other a warm, reassuring smile, "But I wasn't about to let you die on that planet. And Bumblebee?"

The yellow mech lifted his head as much as he was able to get a better look at Prowl, "Yeah?" It happened in a moment. Prowl's suddenly covered his own, a gentle, tender kiss that said more than he could have hope for. He remembered admitting to Prowl on Earth that he loved him, but he hadn't expected the feeling to be reciprocated.

When Prowl broke their kiss, he didn't pull away, faceplate inches from Bumblebee's own, loving optics locked with his suprised ones.

"I love you, too." The yellow mech could have leapt for joy at the motorcycle's words had he not been so weak. Instead, he leaned up to capture Prowl's parted lips in another kiss, elation filling his very spark and, for a moment, allowing him to forget all the Pit-fire, pain, and loss they'd gone through.

Until a rough, low drawl interrupted them, bringing them back to the present and reality, "Well, ain't that sweet. It could almost warm a Decepticon's spark."

Prowl sighed in irritaton, turing his annoyed stare to the bounty hunter standing in the doorway, "You have the worst timing and a horrible way with words, Lockdown." Bumblebee's optics widened to see the black and white faced mech. The last time he'd encountered the muscle car, he'd tried to steal the scout's stingers for his mod collection.

Lockdown only shrugged, unfazed by what he assumed was insult from the cyberninja, "First rule of the business, kid: don't hold grudges. They interferre with work."

"Business? Work? Prowl, what the frag is he talking about?"

The bounty hunter smirked in amusement, "Oh, so lover-bot here hasn't told ya?" Prowl glared at Lockdown while Bumblebee continued to stare in confusion.

"Mute your vocalizer, Lockdown. I'll tell him," He turned to meet Bumblebee's questioning gaze and sighed, "After you blacked out, I called for a rescue though I told him I'd reconsidered his offer of being his partner. I traded the mods and Master Yoketron's helmet as payment for transport to a medic. We work with Lockdown from now on, Bumblebee."

An awkward silence filled the room after Prowl confessed the story of how he'd gotten them off Earth. The cyberninja waited patiently for Bumblebee's reaction, the scout's faceplate blank as he mulled over the story and their situation now in his processor, noticing for the first time the absence of the extra armour and helmet now that Prowl had mentioned it.

Finally, the tired mech cracked a smile, "Well, why the slag didn't you do that sooner?" Prowl tilted his helm in the gesture of an optic-roll and smiled. 'At least, he's not changed completely.' He been worried that their experiences on Earth would change them beyond recognition, and to an extent, they had, but Bumblebee's remark proved that they were still the same underneath it all.

Behind him, Prowl heard Lockdown chuckling, the sound entirely good-natured. "I think I'm gonna like this kid." Neither one could help it. Both Prowl and Bumblebee laughed, relaxing and settling into their new reality. This was their life now, and they were going to make the best of it.