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(I hope I didn't butcher the Doctor's personality to much. Anyway, this one is a crossover of sorts between the Bayverse Transformers and Doctor Who so I hope you enjoy it! Cookies for anybody who can find the Back to the Future Reference!)
"So, Ponds!" the Doctor grinned, bouncing around the TARDIS consol like a child in a candy store, flicking switches, pressing dodgy looking flashing buttons and twirling various thingamajigs before running up to the married couple that were bickering over where they wanted to go for the vacation the Doctor had promised them after the latest fiasco involving a planet with a misplaced Tyrannosaurus Rex, a wrench and the wrong end of a flamethrower. "Where do you want to go?!"
"As long as we go somewhere where we are not going to be running for our lives as soon as we get there," Rory grumbled, clearly having lost the argument with his fiery wife who smiled in triumph as her husband stalked off to slouch in a chair with a pout.
"How about a beach? In our time please. I know our sandy shorelines aren't going to suddenly come alive and try to flay us alive." Amy smiled brightly, winking at her shuddering husband as he remembered the amount of running they had had to do not two days ago by a normal calendar.
"Oh that was just bad luck, I swear." The immature Time lord giggled, tossing his screwdriver over in his hand, before the TARDIS suddenly jerked violently, almost tossing the Doctor and Amy from their feet. "Woah old girl! Where's the fire?!" the alien babbled to the consol that began flashing, the column in the centre glowing brightly beginning to move like a piston, the loud groan of time and space wailing through the room as the TARDIS began to navigate by itself.
===Elsewhere===
Prowl thought that it would be nice to relax away from the base with his family for once, getting away from all the bureaucratic tape and veiled weariness the government liaisons spewed from their organic vocalisers every time he met with them. Risking having a ridiculous amount of sand in his joints, the black and white disguised police cruiser stretched out his legs in the warm grains, his vents huffing with surprise as the newly resurrected Jazz flopped across his plating with a grin.
Bluestreak sat a little away from them, half in recharge against a tree in the blazing sunlight as he sucked energon through a straw he had made out of some metal piping lying around Wheeljack's lab. Needless to say, everybody at their improvised picnic was watching him wearily, less he suddenly blew up or randomly changed colour. Anything was possible when you rifled through the Engineer's domain.
Sunstreaker was sitting directly in the centre of the metal matting, scowling at the sand beyond the silver blanket where Sideswipe and Smokescreen were attempting to build a sand castle, both arguing about the possibility of persuading a NEST operative to try walking into it and using the humans to play 'house'.
"Was it wise to bring the Twins along Prowler?" Jazz asked sleepily, nuzzling his mate's thighs, "Was supposed to be a family picnic."
"As much as I am going to regret saying so," Prowl sniffed, casting a brooding golden optic in his Creation's direction as Bluestreak was nudged awake, the silver sniper jerking upright with a squeal of surprise nearly choking on his straw and energon as Sunstreaker jabbed his claws in a ticklish spot of wiring with a fond grin, "Sunstreaker and Sideswipe will probably be bonded into the family soon enough. I still say Smokescreen is a cradle robber though, he's nearly a complete millennium older than Sideswipe."
"Hi pot, I'm called Kettle." Jazz giggled, earning a flick of claws to his sensitive audios, sending confusing static signals straight to the saboteur's processors. "Hey!"
"It wasn't my fault some young prodigy musician decided to charm his way into the record office and change all of his information, get a paint redo, then go and rob a bank, just so he could get arrested to attract my attention." The Tactician huffed, "You were so lucky Optimus and Red Alert only found out a few centi-vorns ago."
"I got enough ribbing from Ratchet about it, thank you very much." Jazz muttered sourly watching as a pod of dolphins jumped in the waves, remembering the long, explicit language filled lecture the brightly coloured medic had thrown his way about under-age bonding as he came out of stasis after a particularly harsh battle. "How was I supposed to know that you can tell a bot's age by examining their spark chamber?"
"I'm so glad I persuaded you to let me Carry Bluestreak." Prowl sighed, rolling his optics, "I would have never heard the end of it from Ratchet…"
A sudden wind rippled across the private area of the beach on Diego Garcia, the palm trees above them rustling against their branches, a loud series of warped groans filling the air making the trio of Praxian's on the beach stiffened as their doorwings tried to process the odd sensations. Sunstreaker growled, springing to his pedes, his swords sliding forward, the golden blades sharp and gleaming in the sun, Sideswipe copied his brother as Smokescreen shimmied towards Prowl with a skittish hiss, the Tactician rising with a calm, cold aura, his doorwings flaring wide and high in a subconscious threatening gesture already on the comm. to the panicky Red Alert warning him of the imminent arrival of an unknown craft.
Bluestreak chirred aiming his rifle at the centre of the vortex as a small blue contraption began to materialise, fading in and out of existence with bright blue light emitting from its top. "It's… a Police Box?" Jazz voiced incredulously as the torrent of wind and sand kicked up by the odd craft died down near the shoreline.
"I don't care what it is." Sunstreaker growled, casting his gaze distastefully downward to his now sand covered pedes, the small pebbles in the fine grains having etched micro scratches in his flawless paintwork, "It got sand in my gears and it's scratched my paint!"
"Of course you'd worry about your paint job over some unknown possibly dangerous object." Jazz snickered, braced on one knee joint, his EMP cannon extended with its shield from his arm plating, the muzzle crackling with electric energy.
Without much ceremony, the doors were flung open and an oblivious humanoid creature bounced out in what appeared to be swimming trunks, flippers, a giant rubber ring balanced around his hips and a snorkel braced on his forehead, "Alright Ponds! Beach ho!"
"I think I'm going to crash." Bluestreak whimpered, his logic chips, though not as seriously advanced as his Carrier's, working in overdrive to understand the alien that was now doing an odd walking motion towards the crystal clear waters of the sea, the flippers slapping at the sand.
"I want to crash." Sunstreaker said with snort as they were completely ignored by the humanoid, "Primus, those neon yellow swimming trunks don't suit him one bit!"
"Doctor!" a female voice cried, surprising the mechs as a woman strode out in a two piece bikini, her red hair whipping in the sea breeze, "Where are the sun loungers?!"
"Prowler. They are either completely ignoring us, or they don't realise we are here." Jazz whispered as his mate had an odd resigned look on his faceplates.
"Leave it to me, stand down your weapons." The Praxian rumbled, striding forward through the sand.
===Down The Beach===
"I trust you are here for a vacation Doctor?" a deep rumble nearly had the humanoid alien jumping out of his skin, his sonic screwdriver whipping out of his swimming trunks' pocket and now aimed at the giant robot now looming over the shocked Amelia Pond. "And put your toy away, you know it doesn't work on Cybertronians."
"Prowl!" the Time Lord cried gleefully, jumping from the water and flipper slapping his way over to the black and white mech, dripping water all over the unimpressed Cybertronian's pede as he patted it, "It's been at least three hundred years since I last saw you!"
"Indeed." The chevroned mech nodded switching his golden gaze to the now gaping Amy Pond. "New companions?"
"Oh how rude of me!" the Doctor grinned, patting the human woman on the shoulder that was now pointing up at the robot, her mouth working like a fish, "Prowl, meet Amy Pond! Pond meet Prowl, a Cybertronian from the planet Cybertron, which is… very far away actually."
"Salutations." The Second in Command said, kneeling down on one knee to examine the female closer as another male exited the craft grumbling about the lack of sun cream.
"Amy!" the male human cried, running forward as if to try and fend Prowl off, earning a series of collective hisses from Prowl's 'back up' further up the beach.
"Rory!" the Doctor smiled as the Tactician rose up to his full height, casting his gaze back to the five bots nervously loitering around the picnic blanket and welcoming them over with a jerk of his helm. "This is my old friend Prowl, he helped me repair the TRADIS when I crashed on Cybertron, who also has a few friends with him it appears."
"My family." The mech rumbled fondly as Jazz bounced forward with his usual catchphrase of 'What's crackin' little bitches?', confident in his mates evaluation of the situation while the rest crowded round wearily, Sunstreaker grumbling as he picked his way across the sand. "Though I am bewildered as to why you are here Doctor. Doesn't the galaxy need saving somewhere?"
"Nope." The Doctor replied popping the 'p', "Alls fine and dandy, anyway, I could state the same about you Prowl, How does a Cybertronian end up on Diego Garcia, on Earth without my knowledge?"
"The American government has given us sanctuary in return for kicking Decepticon aft." Sunstreaker growled keeping an optic on Bluestreak who was now poking at the blue box with Sideswipe, as Smokescreen chatted with the humans, offering them advice on where best to swim so they didn't get nibbled on by the sharks. Needless to say, Amy and Rory kept to the beach after that.
"That War still going on then?" the Doctor asked mournfully as the trio of Cybertronians nodded.
"But it's died down recently." Jazz shrugged, "Megatron is lying with the fishes at the bottom of the sea and most of his soldiers have gone rouge. So it's basically a cleanup job."
"I wouldn't put it quite like that Jazz." Prowl snorted in mild amusement, turning his gaze to the Doctor, "The humans have an annoying habit of not telling us about what other Cybertronian objects are scattered around their world and their immediate solar system. It is very aggravating."
"Say no more, say no more, I totally understand," the Time Lord grinned, before yelling over at Bluestreak and Sideswipe as they poked and prodded the light at the top of the Police Box. "Hey! She's not a button! Stop poking her!"
"She?" Sideswipe asked with a snort, circling the small box with a puzzled frown, Bluestreak jerking away with an embarrassed chirr.
"Yes, this TARDIS is described as being female." Prowl grumbled, coming over and patting the deep blue 'wooden' frame as Sunstreaker and Sideswipe moved off to interrogate the human companions, "A bit delusional though. I hooked up to her to repair some internal coding and she insisted that we were dating."
"Oh no you're not!" Jazz protested, jealously grabbing Prowl's arm as the ship gave a loud hum, suspiciously like a purr. "Prowl's mine! He Carried my Sparkling, I gave him half my spark, so there!"
"Jazz, don't piss her off." The Tactician implored as the Doctor became easily distracted by Sideswipe's attempts to persuade Rory to try out his sand castle, flipper walking his way over to declare that he wanted to be the 'kid' when the silver swordsmech got the rest of the 'house' together. "She can travel through time and cause all sorts of merry mayhem with her Time Lord."
"So did you date a non-Cybertronian Carrier?" Bluestreak chirred, still curious about the time machine, circling it curiously, trying to extend his electromagnetic field in greeting, frowning when he didn't get a reply.
"In the TARDIS' warped conscious, yes I suppose I did." Prowl grumbled as Jazz hissed possessively, no doubt glaring at the blue box behind his dark visor.
"Oh my Primus! I'm the love child between Prowl and a time machine!" Bluestreak shrieked in distress. "No wonder I have an obsession with Delorians!"
"Bluestreak. You were several centi-vorns into your adult frame before I even met the TARDIS!" Prowl snapped, throwing up his arms into the air and stalking back to the blanket to try and resume his peace and quiet, leaving the younger mechs to socialise with the Doctor and his companions. "It's insulting really, we didn't even interface in that kind of way!"
However, as Jazz sprawled over his legs again with a possessive purr, the saboteur realised one important fact, mentally doing calculation in his helm as he compared the millennium old bond he shared with Prowl to the Praxian's apparent fling with the TARDIS some three hundred years ago, scowling up at the equally frustrated looking Tactician.
"So… when were you going to tell me that you cheated on me with a Time Machine?"
A/N: Last time I checked, The Doctor was about Nine Hundred Years old. So hopefully the time frame in which he met good old Prowler is believable. If not, lets pretend its plausible.