Prowl paced outside Ratchet's medbay.
He'd found Bumblebee missing completely from the base, and when he went out to search, just half a mile out he found Bumblebee frozen with his arms torn off and his chassis shot in point-blank range.
It was obviously Blitzwing's doing, but it didn't worry him any less knowing who did it.
All he knew was that Ratchet said he'd have to do extensive repairs and the only reason he isn't offline yet is because the ice blocked only about an inch of the shot, taking that much room away from his spark chamber - otherwise, if it'd gone one inch further, he'd be offline.
Prowl jumped and turned to the doors as they hissed open, an utterly exhausted Ratchet stepping out.
The medic glared at Prowl.
"He'll be fine, he's just in stasis lock until I BRING HIM OUT. He'll be in the med bay for about an Earth month and when he's out, he'll be on light duty - probably on monitor duty until I SAY SO. Don't do anything stupid!"
The obviously cranky and tired Medic walked back inside and into his office.
Prowl felt like it was his fault Bee was in stasis - Sari said Bumblebee goes out on drives alone when he's upset but is usually back before someone notices.
It was all Prowl's fault Bumblebee was upset. He ditched him, and there's obviously a good reason behind Bumblebee avoiding him like the plague for 2 weeks.
Prowl was walking down the hall into his quarters mumbling to himself, ignoring whatever Optimus had to say when they crossed paths in the hallway.
"It's all my fault my precious Bee is in stasis..." Prowl thought to himself.
That's odd...Precious!? Now where did THAT come from?
Prowl was ripped from his thoughts when Optimus turned him around almost forcefully. "Prowl! Are you alright?"
"Just...Just worried about Bumblebee, is all."
"Alright Prowl...If you need anything, just ask."
Optimus left Prowl and went down the hall to his own business, probably to calm down a panicking Sari and Bulkhead.
"Where DID 'precious' come from..." Prowl asked himself, punching in the numbers for his private quarters and walking inside, sitting and leaning against the tree, huddling against himself. Very un-Prowl-like.
"I do get an odd feeling in my spark when I'm around Bumblebee...When I'm in the forest on the island, looking at the wildlife, the beauty reminds me of Bumblebee..."
Prowl slid over onto his side, huddled against himself in a tight, insecure ball, and slipped into recharge muttering "My precious little Bee" over and over again.
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Heeehe, I'm so cruel to poor Bee.
Now I'm being cruel to poor Prowler.
xD