The room was a mix of emotions, anger, confusion, curiosity, sadness.
Ratchet took up punching the wall before turning to Optimus. "The Pit could he live, then? Most of the other planets were destroyed during the war..." A pause, and optics all locked on the door as the chime sounded. It seemed as if time around them froze, and the door was opening in slow motion. It slid open, a moment passed before the first pede stepped through the doorway. Optics focused on the figure as it made it's way in.
Intakes hitched, and Optimus could has sworn it was Prowl who just walked through that door.
But it wasn't.
There stood a mech about Prowl's height, maybe taller. Armor golden and black, equal amount of both colors. His chassis and lower arms a dark, shining gold, as well as his pedes and knees. His helm as well. His upper legs, arms, neck and waist down all black, aside from his hip piece which reflected silver. Helm has an oddly familiar shape to the helmet Prowl once wore. Only colored slightly different. The helm being black, the emblem on his forehead shaped slightly different, upside down, still golden though. But it had golden and silver streaks. And of course, the emblem was smaller, and he still had horns. Larger horns, and shaped different, as if they could fold back into his helmet. And judging by how they seemed to perk, possibly movable. He stood tall, one arm bent halfway over his shoulder holding a bag loosely over his back, dangling by a strong curled around his silver hands. His expression neutral, and his optics violet.
Shifting his weight to the side opposite of them, those optics focused on the small group and a small smile crept over his silver faceplate.
"Hey," The mech spoke soft and evenly. His voice calm, somewhat comforting. "Long time no see, Boss-bot, Bulky, Hatchet." He smiled somewhat wider as Ratchet sneered at the nickname. He turned to fully face them, dropping his bag to the ground softly, he held out his arms as if inviting them in for a hug. "It's good to see you all again!" His voice sounded a bit more cheerful now, but it still sounded unfamiliar to them all. Bulkhead took a hesitant step towards the bot.
"Little buddy?" Violet eyes shifted to look up into Bulkhead's optics. "Yeah, though I'm not quite so little anymore, eh?" He laughed.
A familiar, almost carefree laugh. And Bulkhead brightened, grabbing Bumblebee and pulling the still laughing bot into a hug. Which he happily returned. "It's good to see you!" If they didn't know any better, they would say he was crying with joy. Similar to how Sari used to do. He swung Bumblebee around, hugging him close, yet gently, and as if he let him go the golden mech would disappear again. "Yeah, sorry about that. I didn't really stop to think that communications would be out if I left Cybertron. Once I got to where I was going though..it took me a while to drag myself back here." Bulkhead carefully put the smaller mech down, but kept a hand on his shoulder.
"It's good to have you back, Bumblebee." Optimus smiled as he walked up, and placed a welcoming hand on Bumblebee's shoulder. Bumblebee huffed, and gave him an accusing look. "I'm gone for years and all I get is a pat on the shoulder?" He smacked the hand off and held his arms out. "Screw that, I demand a hug!" He waved his hands for emphasis, glaring at Optimus. With a confused look, a chuckle, and the shake of a head, Optimus stepped forward and gave the - still slightly smaller - gold and black mech a hug. Which Bumblebee took with a smile, head reaching just above Optimus' shoulder, which only proved to make him smile more.
"I've gotten tall!" He thought happily, before releasing his former Commander and turning to Ratchet, thrusting his arms out towards the grumpy looking medic. "You too, Ratchy!" He cheered happily, as if asking his own Grandfather for a hug. Ratchet gave him a look resembling that of an Autobot Soldier who just got asked for a hug from Megatron himself. Optics wide, mouth pressed in a form somewhat wavered line. He looked absolutely horrified, which only served to make Bumblebee's desire for a hug stronger.
He waved his arms around. "C'mon, don't be shy! I wont bite!" His smile never falter in the least when Ratchet suddenly started shuffling towards the door, which Wheeljack had locked after the last member got in, so they wouldn't be disturbed when they started the process. Sense no one was supposed to...know about it.
"Alright, we're ready to start." Perceptor interrupted their little reunion with their formerly missing Bee. Everyone looked to him, Bumblebee dropped his arms and nodded, forgetting about Ratchet for the moment. Perceptor motioned for them to sit, and they all obliged. Sitting down on the bench Ratchet and Optimus formerly occupied, they watched intently as Perceptor walked over, and flipped on the switch to a machine, which had a small fragment of the Allspark visible through the glass atop it.
Bumblebee pieced it to looking similar to "test tubes" he'd seen in old Horror movies back on Earth, that Mad Scientists used.
With that thought, he scooted farther back on the bench, up until his back pressed firmly against the wall. "horns" folded back slightly, he had a feeling he used to get before someone shot him, or he got thrown off a building or high road. You know, the feeling he was probably going to get shot. And thrown off of something. Duh.
Sitting in the floor would probably be a good idea.
Ratchet went unaffected, he did feel nervous, but pushed it aside as worry. Optimus did the opposite of Bumblebee, leaning forward in his seat and staring intently at the main hose hooking directly into Prowl's empty spark chamber. Bulkhead - having watched movies with Bumblebee - took up a position similar to the gold and black mech. Leaning as far back against the wall as possible.
Wheeljack punched a couple of keys, and suddenly the entire room filled with the radiant blue glow of the Allspark. Everyone shielding their optics as the process started, all but Wheeljack who stared with fascination as the Allspark shifted it's energy down the hose connecting to Prowl's spark chamber. Quickly, the two scientists started working with various machines, and slowly the energy seeped into the grew chamber, warping into a sphere.
After a moment, Wheeljack deactivated the machine, the glow disappearing back into the chamber and fading to a dull glow around the Allspark, leaving a barley pulsing spark in Prowl's spark chamber.
Quickly the two started activating other machines, filtering in Energon and energy to strengthen to new, weakening spark. Ratchet - without much thought - quickly stood to aid them. His three former teammates sitting back, watching helplessly form the sidelines, unable to do anything to help without getting in the way. They watch as the three run around the room, activating and shutting down various machines, Ratchet having started to work on the old injuries no one repaired after Prowl's final battle.
The only light being that over the now makeshift "operating table", the dull glow of Prowl's spark, and the live giving Energon they are pumping into his dried lines. As well as the glow of their own optics.
Blue meshes with Violet.
And gold.
Authors Notes: Will questions be answered? Will Prowl managed to pull through, as himself? Will Bumblebee ever get that hug? Find out, in chapters to come!
Disclaimer: Transformers does not belong to me, nor do any of the Characters.