They were dropped off at the heli-pad, the grass flying from the swiftly whipping wind. Kicker and SilverShot offered to explain everything to the 'Higher-Ups', while Whiteout got him cleaned up, checked out, and in something decent. She looked at his blood splattered uniform, which he didn't seem to be bothered by, which kid of bothered her, and agreed. The first thing was a shower. Ratchet wouldn't see him in a dirty, rumbled state like this.

She smiled at the large, orange colored building which she called home. As she walked through the sparse halls, everybody being on shift right now, thank God, she wondered why they were orange at all. Everybody asked but no one knew the real answer. She looked at Prowl and started a bit. The blood still speckled over his hands and chest, nearly invisible in the black uniform. She led him to the showers to a private section in the washing racks.

The silver shined with slickness, and in the back was tubs that you could fill up and just soak in. A favorite past time of Blackout. She snickered at that particular memory of catching him in the bath with data reports. She missed the strange look Prowl gave her. They also had showers with thicker doors, which the special ops and officers especially appreciated. She turned towards him, a thought suddenly occurred to her, thinking about Blackout.

"Hey Prowl. Do you prefer to shower or take a bath?"

He shrugged his shoulders uncertainly. And that got her thinking. He was in a block of ice.

"Have you ever been given a bath before?"

He shook his head. Never. She thought back to all of those monitors.

"Did they teach you? Through the…um…" She gestured the monitors and wires. He shook his head again. It was then she realized it. They needed him to depend on them for something. Anything. They couldn't have him switch sides. She stayed silent at that thought, her expression unreadable.

"Well you are now." She kneeled down and turned the faucets, filling the tub high with heated water.

"Now I am going to turn around. And I want you to strip off the uniform and slip into the tub. When your done, let me know." And she turned her back to him. She waited a moment, and suddenly thought about something. He hadn't talked at all, how was he going to let her know?

She saw the long handle of a back scrubber skid across the floor and turned around.

My gosh, was he truly that pale? And where had he gotten that muscle when he was stuck in a block of ice? It shown on his chest as solid muscle, the cords looking swelled. Which might be possible. Maybe the cold had seeped in his person. She crouched down to the edge. She felt a pang in her chest reminding her of Skylar. She sorely missed him.

"Okay, I want you to put your head into the water and get your hair wet, okay?"

He slowly sunk into the water, and she smiled. He wanted to be tense and alert, but the water was making him relax. She pat his shoulder, and he rose back up, slick and shiny.

She started massaging his head and cleaning the white and red color hair, being wary of the port and carefully scrubbing around it. She had to remind him to stand up a bit because he slipped too far into the water. Then she pumped the conditioner and raked it through. She taught him how to move the bar of soap over his body to make it clean, and he copied her actions. By now the water was bubbly and foamy and Prowl looked like he was thoroughly enjoying it.

"Do you want to stay in there for a while? Or are you ready to get out?" He showed her the wrinkling fingers. Well that was a good enough answer for her. She walked over to the cupboards full of fluffy white towels and pulled one out. She flustered and rolled her eyes good naturedly at him. He sat crouched on the floor, his skin slick and pale and looking like a human icicle. He slicked his hair back, the water flowing down his back in rivets. His bangs looking a bit like antennae or maybe horns.

Wait.

The slicked back hair, the chin, the chiseled face.

She dropped the towels. She knew who the father was. She finally remembered that face. And she had to see him now. He crept towards her, and placed the towel on top of his head. She got over her shock for now. She would get to him later. Right now, she had to get Prowl looking decent. She dried him off and ruffled his hair. There was a hint of smile playing on his lips, and she might have imagined a chuckle but she didn't know. She would have to take him to Ratchet, but he was taking him to the Higher-ups first. They would want to see him, interview him. And she wanted to be there. Just in case.

And she knew exactly what to put him in.

"Hey Midnight? Could you bring a suit from Jace's closet? Oh, and some underwear and socks too. Why? Well, I got someone here that will need it." She glanced at him, wrapped in a fluffy, white towel. She smiled at the familiar scene, now that she kind of looked, he did look a bit like Skylar.

Midnight came back with the requested items, the door swishing open. His steps echoed eerily in the smaller area of the wash racks.

"Now, Why in the world would you need-" He stopped, staring at Prowl as if he had two heads. Whiteout calmly took the clothes started sorting through, trying to figure out how to explain to him how to dress himself. Midnight was still staring however.

"Did you reproduce with-?"

"No." She cut him off sharply. "It is a long story that you will probably hear about through the grapevine later. Now, if you will excuse me, I have to find some way to explain to the Officials that this boy is perfectly ok to live and serve with us." She turned towards Prowl and indicated for him to stand. Midnight walked out, no doubt to tell his wife about the news, and his son about his now missing suit.

Hey, People. Just want to say that updates won't always be this frequent, but i will try to stay somewhat consistent. Thanks so much for all the visits. I quess i will see yall next time.