Title: Taming the Prince

Characters: Prowl

Genre: Romance, Humour

Description: High lord Proton of Cybertron, has 3 different sons. Prince Smokescreen helps his dad, Prince Bluestreak prefers to stay in the garden and train, and Prince Prowl prefers sitting alone, and PAINT? Will a servant change Prowl into a prince of Love?

(Note: has no relations to my other stories, only mentions of Hydrid, Aqua, Proton, Smokescreen, Prowl and Bluestreak, and Jazz, nothing else!)

'...Blah...' Normal conversation

'...blah...' flashback talking

...blah... Thoughts aloud

'Smokescreen! Prowl! Bluestreak! Come here!' Proton's voice bellowed down the corridors. 'Your tutors are here!'

Up in their seperate chambers...

'More lessons?' Bluestreak moaned. 'How much longer do we suffer?'

'I agree bro,' Smokescreen said. 'So much homework, lessons, techniques, I've still got a processor ache after the last lesson learning about skills in battle. Having to learn defenses, I wasn't interested. My tutor bored me to recharge throughout half the lesson.'

Prowl shook his head listening in on his brothers' conversation. 'Well I found my last lesson quite fascinating, and tend to keep listening to my tutor.'

He pushed past his brothers, and ran down the grand staircase to where his dad was standing at the bottom.

'Ah, Prowl. I could trust you to be first.' Proton said.

Prowl bowed to his dad. 'Thanks dad. Brothers will be down soon.'

Proton nodded. 'Head to the room below the staircase for another of your lessons on Art.'

'Thanks dad.' Prowl replied and headed off towards that room.

Proton watched him go off. He was proud of Prowl.

Smokescreen and Bluestreak rarely paid any attention in their lessons, and seemed to show no intention of doing so. Prowl always took notes and followed his tutors' training, already passing a all tests, whereas his brothers only passed 1 each.

His concentration was distracted by a lot of racket up the stairs, as Proton turned and watched his other sons roll down the stairs, finally collapsing in a heep at his feet. The brothers looked up at their dad, and smiled innocently.

Proton shook his head. 'Smokescreen, go to the back garden for your lesson, Bluestreak, the dining hall.'

'Okey dokey dad!' Bluestreak joked, running off.

'We say Okey donkey, Blue!' Smokescreen rushed off.

Proton shook his head. 'Would they ever learn?'

'My. This is outstanding work Prowl,' his tutor was amazed.

She was looking at such artistic work of Prowl's of the decorative antiques infront of them against the wall; a knight suit in silver plating.

'You really are such a different Prince I've ever know in my lifetime. Never before have I seen a Prince become fascinated in art. This could lead you onto great projects and work deals with those famous artists.' she told him.

Prowl's doorwings drooped and he shook his head, looking down. 'I... I can't.'

'Why not?'

Prowl shook his head. 'I can't face up to it. I don't want to go up with other artists. They might hate my work!'

'You're work is lovely. Don't think about what others say. The drawing was made by the artist in the way they wanted it to be. It's your work, be proud of it.'

Prowl still shook his head. 'I can't, Miss.'

'Oh please stop that Prowl. You're only letting yourself down even further. The artists might like your work. Besides still being in your sparkling ages right now, this work is absolutely brilliant for such a young sparkling. The work will get better and better as you grow up.'

Prowl only pretended to believe what she said, but he couldn't. He was scared to go to such a fancy building with many rich and fantastic artists, who could give him such harmful comments, he couldn't take it. He just didn't want to go and be in a crowded space.

Smokescreen was tapping his ground lightly, as his tutor blabbed on about the lesson.

'Take aim, and...' he said, and he released the arrow.

It travelled and hit the centre of the target, bang on!

'You need to be careful of the wind speed. Only then can you successfully make a shot in the centre. With high wind speed, you must aim away from the centre, as the wind will move it towards the centre. Come have a go, Prince.'

Smokescreen forced himself to get up and take the bow and arrow. He took aim at the centre, and released the arrow. It hit the outer circle of the centre.

'Almost there Prince. Just be calm and take your time. You'll get it. Now,' he clapped his hands. 'Onto the next part of this lesson...'

'Ohhhhh...' Smokescreen moaned.

Bluestreak, sat at the dining table, listening to his tutor. Prowl was fascinated with art, Smokescreen loved to do combat, and Bluestreak, was stuck with a lesson on learning the basics of combat skills. He was more fascinated on learning to shoot. With the twin plasms cannons mounted on his shoulders, the cannons cried 'Let's shoot! Let's shoot!'

'Now, let's head outside with your brother for a shoot off.'

Bluestreak instantly saw his brother, and ran off towards him. Smokescreen caught him in his optics, and waved to him.

'Primus! How was your lesson?' Bluestreak asked.

'Oh great so far! Yours?'

'We're outside now for a shoot off!'

'Oh great! We face each other!'

'Yeah I know. This will be awesome. No shooting me, little brother.'

'I won't try to Big brother! Say, where's my twin?'

'Prowl? Inside of course. Rather learn 'art' then learn combat!'

'Yep!'

Prowl watched from the window of the room, looking out at his brothers. His tutor stood beside him, gently patting his shoulder.

'You can join your brothers, if you wish?' she said.

Prowl thought for a moment and shook his head. 'I don't want to.'

His tutor lifted a smile, but dropped it when she could tell that Prowl desperately wanted to join his brothers, but he was just to scared.

When the tutors left, Prowl's tutor stayed behind, knocking on Proton's office door.

'Come in.'

She turned the handle, and entered a very large office, books and folders everywhere, the large bin at the end full of torn and screwed up papers, and most importantly, a photo frame of Luna stood above the fireplace.

'Yes, Moonracer,' Proton was sat at a extremely large desk, 2 lamps on either side, loads of paperwork on the desk, and a smaller photo, of him and Luna together. He raised his hand, showing Moonracer to the chair beside his desk.

Moonracer nodded and sat on it. 'Should I call you Proton, or Lord Proton?'

'Just sir will do fine.' Proton said, not even looking up at her.

'Ok, sir, It's just I do fear for your son's...'

'Dam!' Proton sounded angry. He screwed the paper, and without looking threw it towards the bin.

Moonracer watched it fly through the air, and landed inside the bin without bouncing back out. Her optics widened.

'It's not a brilliant achievement.' Proton said.

'Sorry sir, but I fear for your son's future. Young Prowl has brilliant protentions in art and design, but he's afraid to use it in the outside world. May I ask, has he been to see the medic?'

'No.' Proton replied.

'Then why...' Moonracer began.

'The medic comes here.' Proton replied.

'Oh... And has he mentioned anything wrong with Prowl?'

'A little. He ran a test on Prowl with questions. Results showed he could be autistic.'

'That's horrible!' Moonracer gasped. 'It's permanent! Oh... He'll never want to leave and enter the outside world, but be stuck inside all alone and paint? No wonder he's prefers to stay inside, and not go outside, and is always concentrating on his work and always very quiet!'

'Is that upsetting to you that you didn't know?' Proton asked.

Moonracer paused. 'No..' she replied after a while. 'Just... Now I know what's wrong with him. I know how to carry on my sessions with him now.'

Proton nodded. 'Good. Nothing else?'

Moonracer shook her head. 'Nothing else,... sir.'

She got up and left the office.

The next day...

'Get up sons! We're heading out!' Proton shouts up the stairs.

When he didn't hear anything, he called out 'Anoa!'

The mech ran down the stairs at his master's call. He bowed. 'Yes master!'

'Where are my sons?'

'Bluestreak is cleaning his armour, Smokescreen is still in his chamber checking his doorwings aren't damaged, and Prowl, well, it seems he's not wanting to go out, sir.' Anoa replied.

Proton shook his head, and he and Anoa walked up the staircase, and down the corridors to all the chambers of the household. He knocked on Prowl's door.

'Son?'

Prowl didn't respond.

Proton opened the door, and walked inside. Peaceful and quiet. Not a single sound.

Proton's doorwing twitched, hearing a slight noise, very quiet, but loud enough to just hear it. Proton looked up, to see Prowl hanging down from the light on the wall. Proton shook his head, and grabbed him.

'What were you doing?'

'I don't want to go out dad,' Prowl held his hands behind his back, shrugging the whole time.

'We have to son. You know that.' Proton takes his hand, and leads him out side the room.

Anoa shut the door behind them, locking it as Proton tells him to do when he leaves the palace.

'Smokescreen! Bluestreak! Come on!' Proton shouts out again.

Again, like on a loop play, the 2 brothers stumbled out the shower room, collapsing on the floor in a heap, looking innocently at their dad and brother.

'Come on.' Proton said, picking them both and dropping them on their feet. 'Lets go!'

In the city of Iacon...

Taken into the city in their transport, Bluestreak and Smokescreen would watch outside the window, looking around at everyone passing by. Being of a royal status, they had to conceal themselves from the citizens and news crew.

They arrived at the council building, of all the Autobots, where a meeting was held.

Anoa got out the transport, and clicked his fingers.

Some mechs rushed out the door, and stood in a line down the steps, keeping the citizens away from going towards the family.

Anoa opened the door, and Proton stepped out, with Prowl, then Smokescreen and Bluestreak jumping out excitedly.

'We going to see Optimus, dad?' Smokescreen asked.

'Yes. Important matter.' Proton replied, as he led his sons up the stairs into the council building.

Inside...

The family walked into an extremely large reception area, the floors above them in a circle, on the bottom floor, a large gap all the way to the roof of the building. Many Autobots, mechs and femmes, walked by in different directions.

The elevators nearby, a mech walked up to it, and placed a hand print on the black pad on the wall. It lit up green, and the doors opened, the mech stepping inside.

Nearby, 2 cleaner robots went around cleaning up the floor of the small empty energon cubes. One of them came across a small robotic part. The mech transformed to robot mode, picked up the part, and stored it inside his secret storage, and transformed again into cleaner form.

Proton leads his sons up the main desk, where 5 mechs and 1 femme all sat around the desk, large monitors infront of them. 1 mech infront of them, was using a small pad, with a pen, using it as a stylus, on the screen infront of them, the arrow moving around doing all the work. On the big screen behind the mech, it showed all important meetings, missions, duty bots, maps, etc.

'Can I help you, Lord?' the same mech asked.

'We're here to see Optimus,' Proton replied.

The mech began to move the stylus on the pad again. On the big screen, he opened up the tab, with Autobot names. He clicked 'Optimus Prime,' and on the map, a red dot lit up.

'7th floor, section B, inside his office, and on that same floor, we just opened up a small play area for your sons.' the mech replied.

'Thank you.' Proton said, and led his sons up to the elevator.

He placed his hand on the pad, and it lit green. The family walk into the elevator, and the door closes behind them.

'Select floor.' the speaker voice said.

On the pad on the wall, the list of floors appeared, in '1A, 1B, 2A, etc'. He selected '7B'

'7th floor, section B. Going up.' the speaker said.

Prowl grabbed his dad's leg, as the elevator went up at a fast speed.

Arriving at 7th floor, Section B...

The elevator doors opened, and the family walked out with other mechs who had got inside on previous floors, who turned left or right down the corridors. Proton led his sons down the right corridor, coming to a door. On the bar ontop of the door, a name flashed. 'Sparkling's play area. For Sparkling's entertainment.'

The door opened when Proton scanned his hand, and the brothers all gasped looking inside.

Small sparklings, roughly younger than a year old, were gathered round a small stand, and puppets playing into a show. On the other side of the room, taller sparklings watching the telly on a movie of a superhero Autobot 'SuperMech!'

'Lame.' Smokescreen moaned seeing the programme.

'Boring,' Bluestreak moaned seeing the puppets.

'Wow!' Prowl gasped, seeing ahead a tall mech using a brush gently paintings small strokes onto his canvas.

'I'm going to see Optimus now. You 3 stay here and don't go anywhere.' Proton said, walking out the room, the automatic doors closing behind him.

The brothers looked around at the different activities. Smokescreen ran off towards the toy weapons that were harmless, Bluestreak ran off after his older brother, and Prowl walked over to the artist.

He looked down at Prowl. 'What are you doing here, boy?'

'I like to see what you're doing.' Prowl replied.

'Na. Princes musn't learn the basics of art. It's their status to rule land after their parents.' the mech intimidated his speech, pulling gestures at certain words.

Prowl hung his head, and walked away. He sat on a small chair, alone from everyone else. Only a minute of being here, he was sad.

'Hey! Look at him, sitting there all alone!'

Prowl heard this voice and looked up, seeing a grown up yellow sparkling, with his twin red and black sparkling.

'What you doing here all by yourself?' the red sparkling asked.

Prowl didn't respond for a while. 'I want to sit alone.'

'Oh, don't be like that man.' the yellow twin said. 'Nobody hangs around with us, because we're too cool for them!'

'We'll sit by you instead. Don't be alone. Why when I'm feeling lonely, I have my twin, Sunny here.'

'Don't call me Sunny, Sideswipe!' Sunny replied. 'I'm actually Sunstreaker.' he shook Prowl's hand. 'I'm the older twin by 4 minutes. This is my twin brother, Sideswipe.'

'Good to meet you...' Sideswipe said, waiting for Prowl to say his name.

'Me... I... I'm.. P...Prowl.'

'Don't be scared to speak to us... P...Prowl. OK, that was uncalled for. Just Prowl... Say, you're Proton's son? High Lord Proton from Praxus?' Sunstreaker asked.

'Yes,' Prowl replied.

'Wow...' the twins gasped.

'Look at that loner!' a voice said.

The 3 mechs looked up to see a taller sparkling, probably the oldest of them all, walked up and fold his arms, angrily!

'Well... well... well.. What have we here? A lonely Praxien sparkling, with the two troublesome twins? Not a bad combination! To hell!'

His group of friends laughed along.

Prowl felt a tickle to his optics, a small leak dropped on his leg.

'Aww... little boy wants his daddy!' the older sparkling spatted, laughing with his pals.

'Jet judo!' Sunstreaker and Sideswipe yelled, tackling the group to the floor.

Soon all the carers around the room dragged the twins of the group, and seperated them all.

But Prowl wasn't sitting there.

The little Praxien had run outside the play area, leaning against the barrier on the fence, wiping his optics.

'Big bullies...' he cried.

At that moment, leaning against the barrier with too much pressure on it, it snapped, sending Prowl backwards, over the edge. He grabbed onto the barrier, leaning over the edge, 7 floors off the ground to his death.

He cried again and again for help, gradually losing his grip. Almost lost his grip, Smokescreen leaned over the edge. 'Brother!' he gasped. He held his hand out, but couldn't reach.

Down below, the bots had heard Smokescreen and gasped seeing the small sparkling hanging over the edge. On the floor underneath, the mechs reached out to grab Prowl, but couldn't reach. And Prowl wouldn't let go.

Then Moonracer leaned over the edge. 'Prowl!' she gasped, and reached out, 'Grab my hand. Trust me.'

Prowl was scared to let a hand go, incase he fell. He soon managed to raise his hand, but he slipped, and fell.

Everyone gasped, watching the little Prince fall down the floors.

On the ground floor, a yellow and black mech entered the building, and walked straight across towards the main desk. He looked at all the faces gasping in horror, and he looked up. He gasped, and held his hands out, just in time to catch the Prince in his arms, as he fell backwards onto his back, Prowl in safe hands.

The bots all clapped for his quick thinking, congratulating him.

From Optimus' office, Proton was told by a cleaner what had happened, and he ran down the stairs, onto the ground floor, approaching the mech, and taking Prowl off him, who was in fits of tears after that traumatic experience.

'Sshh. You're alright now, son.' Proton tried to stop his crying, but Prowl was still in shock.

Having to cancel going to the meeting, Proton had no choice but to head back to the palace for when the news crew arrived, and now would be surrounding their home to get the full story.

At night time...

Prowl laid down on his berth, looking up at the ceiling, still having flashbacks of what happened.

Proton walked in, and shut the door behind him. 'You Ok now, son?'

Prowl shook his head.

Proton sat beside him, and Prowl sat up, hugging his dad. 'I was scared!' and he cried again.

'Ssshh... Big sparklings' don't cry. Especially famous artists.'

Prowl wiped his optics, looking at his dad, and nodded.

Proton laid Prowl down on his berth, laid the blanket over him, and hummed a small melody, making Prowl feel tired, and he went into recharge. Proton smiled, gave him a small kiss on his helm, and left the room, turning the light off as he did.

He peeked into Bluestreak's room, finding him lying down sideways on his berth, his head off the edge. Proton carefully lifted him back into place, pulled the blanket over him, and gave him a kiss on his, and left to check on Smokescreen.

His eldest son was recharing peacefully on his berth, so Proton closed the door, and walked to his office to recharge.

I'm so mean to Prowl. But had to think of a traumatic experience for Prowl during his childhood that will make the rest of the story work out.

I know I'll get sadness and complaints in reviews, but please review.