Number 3? Already? DISCLAIMER: I don't own Transformers. This is based off of a request made by Dragon Queen88, who wanted something with Prowl without Jazz. Sooo…here is an uncommon pairing based off of Blurr's wikipedia article which says he has a nervous streak with his superiors. :3 (If this isn't what you wanted, I do apologize to you, Dragon)

Theme 14: Innocence (3/100)


Denied. Denied. Denied. Denied. It wasn't Prowl's favorite part of the day, but now was the time he delegated to approving or denying various requests from Autobots. He had it worked down to a science. He would look at the designation of the bot who put in the request, scan for the actual topic (usually hidden amongst a plethora of made up slag), and decide its fate. There were a few mechs who got an instant approval in most cases (Ratchet), some who were nearly blacklisted (twins, Wheeljack), and some who never asked for anything.

Prowl was grateful for anyone who didn't add more work for him to do. He sighed through his vents, taking a moment to arch his back, stretching his door wings before settling back into work. Ratchet, approved. Cliffjumper….request for some sort of weaponry….denied. It had only been a decacycle since his last request for something similar. Blurr….request for an appeal of a speeding penalty. Prowl paused, he couldn't remember issuing this punishment.

He had decided long ago that for the safety of their human companions and any possible outsiders that their should be a safe driving requirement. Unfortunately, some of the younger bots had a 'need' to burn their energy in such a hazardous manner. Perhaps Blurr's case had come in with a slurry of the other mechs who were auto-assigned some sort of penalty. Approved then, the tactician decided, filling in a time for a meeting with him after quickly checking his schedule.

He had never had too many problems with the speedster, unlike some well-known menaces, and if Blurr could argue his point with logic, it was likely that he would remove the penalty.

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Blurr was nearly trembling as he attempted to scrub away the graffiti from the wall in the west wing of the base. This work was tedious and repetitive, without the opportunity to burn very much energy in the process. Moving his servos a little more vigorously, he relished the marginal amount of energy spent doing so. This was nearly torture. He needed to go for a drive.

"Ican'tbelievethisis." He muttered to himself. He hadn't really been endangering anyone's life at the time. Daniel had asked him to join another group of Autobots at a nearby raceway in the city. One of those places where humans were pitted against each other and sometimes rides could be given to customers outside of races. It had seemed like a good idea, this way no one had to pay and some of the speedier Autobots could have a friendly race. It had been himself, Sunstreaker, Sideswipe, and even Tracks who had been there, Blurr recalled. Somehow, he had been the only one who had gotten in trouble and it irked him. Out of all the mechs who went, he was surely amongst the - Oh?

His comm. blipped with a notification. Prowl had agreed to hear his case! Looks like he had….slaggit, only half a cycle to get clean and presentable for the second in command. Well, he thought with a confident grin, I can be quick about it.

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Prowl had just finished the last of the reviews and took a moment to log his days work into Teletraan's system. Now he was free to re-use the data pads that various information had been occupying. He checked his internal chronometer and straightened up in his seat. His day wasn't quite over yet, he still had to meet with Blurr.

Only kliks later, the blue speedster chimed his door before entering. His light blue armor looked freshly shined and the scent of cleanser was pleasantly enticing. He nodded to Prowl with a smile, his happy demeanor seemingly amplified by the chance of getting out of the penalty duties.

"Good evening, Blurr. I am glad you could make it at such short notice." Prowl said. Unfortunately, as soon as his smooth, curt voice drifted into Blurr's audios the speedster froze up.

"I-it'snoproblem….s-s-sir." Blurr said, swallowing the sudden lump in his throat. Formality didn't frighten him as a general subject, but for some reason dealing with authority figures had always gotten to him. Ever since he had been a sparkling, anyone from teachers to caretakers made him nervous.

"It says here that you wish to appeal the penalty you were recently assigned for speeding." Prowl said, more absorbed in the process than the minor discrepancies in Blurr's tone of voice.

"Y-yes,sir." Blurr said, his indignity momentarily quelling his nerves. He continued, "Wewereallataspeedw-"

"Wait. I'm sorry to interrupt, but who is 'we'?" Prowl pressed, his optical ridges furrowing. After recalling the initial report, it had only listed Blurr as at the scene, aside from Sunstreaker, who filed the report to begin with.

"Let'ssee…Sunstreaker-Sideswipe-Tracks-aaaandmyself. Danieltoo." Blurr said, numbering them off on his fingers as he listed. He watched as Prowl made a note and the panic struck him again. What had he said wrong? Was his lack of steadiness suspicious?

"I see. Please continue, I believe you were saying something about a speedway?" Prowl said, entwining his fingers together and glancing over them at the speedster.

"Iw-w-wonthereace." Blurr said, managing to avert his optics from Prowls intense gaze. He knew it likely looked suspicious but if he wanted to continue speaking, he couldn't make optic contact.

"Hm. I think I see what's going on here." Prowl said, straightening with a frown. Blurr wanted to protest and say that he wasn't lying, that his faltering was because of another reason, but his vocalizer had silenced itself. Prowl turned away from him and logged back into his computer terminal, Blurr watched with optical fluid building as the tactician composed and sent a high priority notice to Optimus Prime himself.

"S-sir…" Blurr managed to choke out. Prowl turned back to the now apparently distressed speedster.

"Hm? What's the matter?" The tactician asked, optical ridges furrowing once more. He came around his desk and placed a servo on Blurr's shoulder. The blue mech shook his helm, now leaking optics downcast.

Prowl frowned. It was his duty as an officer, an Autobot, and a friend to make sure everyone was all right, particularly some of the newer Autobots. He had never seen Blurr in any other mood than happy and competitive. "Blurr…everything will be taken care of. Sunstreaker is going to get what he deserves for fabricating an incident."

"Huh?" Blurr looked up in surprise, leaking optics opened wide. "R-really?" He asked tentatively. Prowl nodded slowly, as if doing so might make it more meaningful.

"Yes. I apologize for his behavior. He has a….bad reputation for his actions." Prowl said, a frown crossing his features. "Is there anything else I can do for you?" He asked.

"No,sir. Nothingatall!" Blurr said, jumping up, easily filling the space between them, and embracing the tactician. Prowl was too stunned to manage anything before the speedster was gone out of the door.

As Blurr raced down the corridor (at designated speeds, of course) he couldn't help but beam. At least there was one authority figure he could talk to!

Back in his office, Prowl was shocked to find that his CPU wasn't on the verge of crashing. Just glitching slightly. Hm. He had a feeling as though he had just opened himself up for more than he bargained for. Would it be worth it? Hmmmm.


Thank you for reading! Suggestions are welcomed. Let me know what pairings you want to see and I shall see if I can fit it into a theme. Most of my knowledge of characters is based on G1, Animated, and the movies.

And yes, it is like Prowl to tactically analyze the pros and cons of being subjected to someone's affection. X3

One more thing! I do apologize for the nearly no slash. Perhaps I can do a follow up...