Author's Note: Wow... Just wow guys. The response to this fic... Oh my god. Five reviews last chap... I have one shots that have less... I have to sit down...
Disclaimer: If I owned Transformers, things that happen in this fic would happen in the cartoons... Also Optimus would never die, ever, and neither would Prowl. But alas, I do not.
"Sooo, you're tellin' meh that... Your da leader of a space bridge repair crew?" Jazz was sitting on the previously overturned berth.
Optimus' eyes shifted briefly between the third in command and Wheeljack, who was standing next to the same berth before he answered with a simple, "Yes."
"An' you're da teams medic?" Jazz pointed at Ratchet, who stood next to Optimus with his arms crossed over his bulky chest.
"Yes, I think we've already established that." The red and white bot snapped. Wheeljack flinched. Jazz gave him a funny look.
"He snaps like that right before he starts throwing things..." the engineer cowered slightly at the glare he got.
"'Jack... The Ratchet we know throws things too..."
"Yeah, but never at me."
Jazz just gave him another look before turning to the other bots. "Sooo... Think we should call Prowl?"
"Yeah, that sounds like a good idea... Maybe Ironhide too..."
"Gotcha." Both the engineer and saboteur were too preoccupied calling the missing parts of the command staff that they didn't notice the look that was passed between the medic and the Prime.
#Prowler. It's Jazz. Need yah down in da med bay.# A pause. #Prowler. Yah gonna answer meh? Need yah. In da med bay. Soon. Actually, now would be great.# Another pause, and Jazz was starting to get worried. Prowl always answered his comm, even when he was recharging. #Prowl? Prowl? Answer meh! Prowl!# "Prowl!"
"Jazz, what's up?" It was Wheeljack's turn to give him a weird look.
"Prowl's not answerin' his comm."
There was a horrified pause between the two before Prime spoke up. "Uh, not to intrude or anything, but do you think its possible the same thing that happened to us happened to Prowl?"
"What makes you think that?" Wheeljack asked. The Prime and Ratchet just pointed at the ceiling.
There among the rafters was a white and black form that dropped down gracefully after he was discovered. Prowl rose fluidly from the crouch he had sunk to to absorb his impact. Ratchet noticed it was a bit more wobbly than usual. That was probably due to the odd protrusions coming from his back throwing off his balance.
Jazz watched all this open mouthed. Wheeljack's jaw was probably hanging open, too, but his mask was in the way. Lucky slagger got to keep some off his dignity with that thing.
"Prowl, glad you could join us." Prime said in a ever so slightly sarcastic tone.
"Prime... You look different." Prowl's voice hadn't changed at all, still the same neutral tone still in place. His optics, however, spoke in ways they never had before. They weren't flat anymore, but more deeper. They spoke of surprise, probably at his situation, and his leaders new look.
"The same could be said for you." Ratchet chimed in, arms still folded. Jazz finally regained the use of his jaw and decided to chime in.
"Yeah, I think it's safe to assume that Prowl isn't actin' like himself..."
I would like to let y'all know, I have no idea where I'm going with this... Yeah...
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