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Summery: (G1) Jazz and Prowl wasn't always the best of buddies. But one incident on Cybertron changed all that.
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Buddy for You and Me
by Yami-Yugi
Chapter 3
Back at headquarters Ratchet and Wheeljack work more on Prowl. Wheeljack found a spare door wing to replace the one the SIC lost. "It might not work as effectively or perfectly as the old one, but it should be fine."
"Well at lest that's for sure." said Ratchet. Wheeljack just nodded as he started connecting the spare door wing.
"Hey Ratchet, did you notice Prowl hasn't talked since Jazz got him out of there?"
"Yes, it's because his voice processor was blown out."
"Oh and here I was afraid it as something the Decepticons did."
"Partially. They tried to get information from him. They no doubt are part of the reason it's blown out. Once we done fixing up these wounds I'll get to work and fixing up his voice processor."
- - -
After about an hour, they finished. "There we go Prowl, how dose that feel?" Ratchet asked.
"Better..." He winced a bit as he moved the shoulder the replacement door wing was on.
"Your internal repair systems will hopefully take care of that." said Wheeljack.
"...Hopefully...?"
"We couldn't fix the more delicate circuits..." Wheeljack explained.
"...Oh great..."
"But other then that, you should function just like normal." said Ratchet "You can go now. Your new buddy was very worried about you." Prowl sighed, a slight smile on his face. He got up from the table and went to look for Jazz.
Ratchet and Wheeljack watched him leave. "You know Ratchet, before what happen those two hardly talked to each other outside of work." said Wheeljack.
"I know. I s'pose some good came out of all this then." Wheeljack nods in agreement.
- - -
As Prowl made his way down that hall he soon spies Jazz. "Jazz?"
"Prowl! I mean...uh... Hey Prowl, feelin better?"
Prowl nods. "Yeah..." he said.
"Good."
"...So..."
"...So...G-glad you're alright," Jazz stumbled. There was an awkward space in the air, neither one could find something to say.
"...Me too..."
Jazz smiled and put a hand on Prowl's left shoulder. "It's good that you're alright. That cell...really brought us together, didn't it Prowl?"
"Yeah...it did."
"Well, I guess take it easy..."
"Yeah...thanks Jazz..."
"No prob...buddy..." A small smile came on Prowl's lips. Jazz smiled back before waving goodbye and going off to do some things. Prowl watched the other leave. He smiled a bit.
Maybe I should go to the Rec Room and get some Energon before seeing Prime. He headed there, smiling at the activity going on at the base. It was good to be home. Many of the Autobots were doing their normal duties but they would stop and say hello to him. He waved hello back. It was good to see the familiar faces.
- - -
When he finally entered the Rec Room he saw Bluestreak was playing with the young Bumblebee. "Hey! Prowl! You're back," Bluestreak smiled going over.
"Yes I am." said Prowl with a smile.
"Pwowl!" smiled Bumblebee as he raced over, a smile on his little face.
"Hey Bee..." he started to say until the little bot started to climb up him. "...Bee...be careful up there..." he started to warn. That's when Bumblebee took a hold of Prowl's right door wing. He giggled and played like he always did. Prowl growled in pain and roughly took the grown sparkling off of him. "I told you to be careful! That hurt!" he yelled, angry from the pain. Bumblebee looked up at him like he was going to cry. Bluestreak looked very confused at all this. Prowl let go of the right door wing as the pain slowly subsided. He looked at Bumblebee, both sets of blue optics locking. Bumblebee's little sparkling optics watered and he let out a cry.
"Hey you didn't have to yell at him Prowl." said Bluestreak as he tried to clam the younger bot down.
"Sorry...I...it got injured...i-it's...not fully healed..."
"You should say sorry to Bee."
"...Bumblebee...?" he started, turning to the still upset sparkling. Said bot slowly looked up at him. "I'm sorry...for yelling... Will you forgive me?" He sniffled a bit and then nodded slowly. He sniffled some more and walked over to Prowl. He reached out a hand for him to take. Prowl slowly smiles and took said hand.
Bumblebee smiled back. "Play," he said happily.
"Okay for a while." Bumblebee smiled up at him and pulled his arm to get him to follow. Prowl smiled a bit then did so. Bluestreak smiled.
- - -
The Decepticon and Autobot war went on for years. Little Bumblebee grew to become a strong warrior. And very few Autobots still knew of the small door wing problem of their second in command. It slowly got better, but his repair systems could only do so much. He would have to see Ratchet and Wheeljack every so often. Sometimes, it was just so annoying. It wasn't long until plans to leave Cybertron to find new energy started to take shape. Prowl walked the halls, unconsciously rubbing the spot on his right side. "Still buggin' ya?" Jazz's voice suddenly spoke behind him.
He jumped a bit. "...Jazz... Don't do that..."
"Sorry pal." he said.
"...Y-you're the only one that noticed..."
"Well I can't help it. I was there remember?"
"...Right... I just...don't want anyone else knowing..."
"What? Worried that they will think less of ya?"
"...Exactly. I don't want anyone TO worry..."
"I guess ya right." said Jazz "Prime want me to check out the north side of Cybertron."
"Oh...okay..."
"Hey don't worry I'll be careful." said Jazz with a smile.
Prowl smiled a bit. "More careful than last time I hope. I won't be there to keep you company."
"Ha ha very funny." said Jazz as he patted Prowl on his left shoulder "Wish me luck buddy."
"Good luck, Jazz," Prowl said, smile still on his face. Jazz smiled as he waved good-bye before he left.
"...Prowl...hey... You excited about going?" asked another familiar voice.
Prowl turned towards the voice and saw Bumblebee standing there. "Oh, hello Bee." he said "I guess so, but I know we're be back. We're just looking for some other way to get energy for Cybertron."
"Still, it's an adventure! Let's just hope the Creeps don't ruin it."
"Let's hope not, Bee."
- - -
It wasn't long, as Prowl was with Optimus and Hound is when Jazz returned. "Anyone miss me?" he said as he came into the room.
"We knew you'd come back." said Hound.
"Any luck Jazz?" Optimus asked.
"...No..."
"Then there no other choice, is there?" asked Prowl.
"Afraid not, pal. We have to go."
Prowl sighed. "I'll get everyone ready." he said.
- - -
It wasn't long until the Autobots where on their ship, the Ark, and headed off into space. They had no clue the Decepticons did the same thing on their own ship. Of course after going through asteroids, is when Prowl notice them on his screen. "Optimus... We're being fallowed." he said.
"...Decepticons... Prowl, can you create a plan to shake them?"
Prowl nods. "I'm right on it." Try as they might, the Decepticons' ship manages to make a magnetic junction to the Ark and they were getting ready to board. Of course this got Prowl to worry. He started to process evasive action. Bumblebee was in a panic, ready to fight any Decepticon that came on board to the death. As soon as the Decepticons made their way into the Ark a battle started. Everyone was so busy fighting they didn't stop until the Ark started to shake.
"Wh-what's happening?" Optimus asked.
"G-G Forces...they're draggin us down!" called Prowl. Optimus raced to the controls to try and do something about it.
"It's no use," said Ironhide. "We're gonna crash..."
"Hold on everyone!" commanded Optimus. Everyone tried to hang on for their life streams as the Ark hurled towards an unknown planet.
