Entry, 18

I haven't been "home" since the ban has been put into place. And I had to find out through Prowl! It's so very embarrassing...I just hope this doesn't change anything between the two of us. It's already been three days.

Nonetheless I am happy to be returning to our main HQ. After a full week of heels, pencil skirts, blouses, and old men and women, I'm ready for a bed...or a certain police car to pick me up and take me the rest of the drive to NEST.

I miss him so much. He had best remembered to refuel and recharge or so help me

though I suppose at times I am no better.

I wonder though. What brought that ban about anyhow? Prowl didn't have much to say about it when I asked. It's worrisome, that's for sure.

Dearly yours,

MC


The brunette closed the diary just in time to look up and see an achingly familiar cop car pull up in front of her. Flashing a brilliant smile of relief, the woman gathered her effects and padded towards the vehicle.

The door automatically swung open for her, the inside was completely empty.

From the radio, however, a low voice came. "Just set your stuff in the passenger seat."

"No trunk today?" Morgan teased, complying with his wish and tugging at the handle.

"I would prefer you sit in the driver's seat on the way back to HQ." Prowl admitted, "We have things to discuss, and...I have been rather…"

"You got lonely too?" Morgan guessed, chuckling as the police car sank onto his shocks, "That's good. Because I definitely missed you."

The woman was quick to circle the car once everything was packed away and joyfully sank into the driver's seat, cooing as the mech snaked the seatbelt across her body and blasted her with cool air. The AC felt heavenly on her warmed skin. She didn't want to move.

"As always…" She sighed, "You are wonderfully efficient."

"Thank you. How was your trip?" Prowl asked as he pulled out of the lot and into the mild traffic.

"Exhausting. I'll be all too glad to jump into some pants rather than another pencil skirt." Morgan admitted with a small groan, "And a week of nothing but diplomacy, old man ego, and a significant amount of personal agenda issues have been absolute murder on my mental health."

"Would you like some music? Our other conversation can wait." Prowl offered, feeling a bit more reluctant to debate such a serious matter with his lady right after she'd finished dealing with her work week.

"Oh, if you don't mind. I'm curious, true, but I don't think I can take many more heavy issues just yet." Morgan murmured, feeling her eyes droop just then.

"Then relax; given how my alt mode affects the speed of the other drivers we shouldn't arrive for another hour." Prowl reasoned and fiddled with the environment of his cab, allowing a small rise in ego as Morgan began to further relax into his seat.

"Alright, you've convinced me. Wake me in...half an hour? Would you please?"

"If that's what you'd like."

"I would. As much as I desire a power nap, I've missed you too much not to want you all to myself for a while." She winked and promptly allowed herself to doze off as light musical white noise played from Prowl's radio.

Prowl kept a few sensors on the woman and set a timer. Morgan meant more to him than she knew. Once Prowl had arrived on Earth and learned of Jazz's fate, it was all systems down.

It wasn't until Prowl had heard the news from Optimus Prime himself did the tactician realize just how large a part Jazz had played in his life. He was left with a bitter hole that Morgan was slowly starting to mend as she made her own place in his spark. Morgan could never fill the hole that Jazz left. No one could.

Jazz was a mech unlike anyone else.

And yet, a bond had formed. They were both terrible workaholics. But their strengths and weaknesses complemented one another. Morgan was much more aware of the dangers of improper self care -eating, sleeping, and whatnot- whereas Prowl was a strict keeper of information and deadlines.

If something was shifted he was the first to know and have reasonable adjustments at the ready. It had become something of a blessing for them both.

Prowl drove in silence, noting how peaceful she was when she slept in his cab. He reclined the seat a bit, hoping to make her a bit more comfortable. He already had the windows of his cab fixed to display his cab as if a policeman was dutifully driving inside. So whatever happened within him, was unknown to the outside world.

Thirty minutes came and went, and his internal alarm alerted him just as it should. Prowl deactivated it with a thoughtful him and repositioned the seat once more.

"Morgan. Morgan, wake up." He called out to her and slightly jostled the seat, inwardly chuckling as she awoke with a dazed expression.

"Prowl? Mm," she yawned and rubbed her eyes, "Hey...half an hour already?"

"Indeed."

"Alright then." She stretched and removed her heels, placing them atop her suitcase. "Now, what did you want to talk about?"

Prowl was silent for a little while, pushing Morgan to lay a hand on the dash and grant him a gentle pat. "Hey, you can talk to me about it, y'know? Whatever it is."

"The new ban. What do you know of it?" Prowl asked, his voice almost monotonous.

Morgan shifted uncomfortably, "I know it's meant to ban future relationships between Cybertronians and humans." Morgan murmured. "But I don't know why it was made, or what that means for us."

"Anne was caught being unfaithful to Wheeljack by the mech's unrequited lover, Perceptor. Perceptor murdered Anne in a fit of rage and Wheeljack attacked Perceptor while oblivious to his reasons." Prowl informed her, noting how her eyes widened with shock.

"My god…" Morgan sat back, her mind simply reeling. "And now everyone is banned. But...what about us?"

"Our superiors have decided to conduct an observational tactic to decided whether or not the few of us with pre-existing relationships are safe."

"Whoa, whoa...hold on a tic! So someone is going to stalk us and then they get to decide whether or not we have to break up?!" Morgan gaped.

"...essentially."

"That's bullshit. Relationships can be so strange to people on the outside looking in! This isn't fair!"

"But it's still protocol."

"Screw it. We are a good match! I can feel that much." Morgan scowled. "And some stranger isn't going to give a "yay-or-nay" verdict on our relationship! Protocol be damned!"

"Morgan-."

"Prowl. We love each other. Why can't that be enough?"

"I don't know. Speaking from a personal perspective, I don't want to split from you either. I don't think I could." Prowl admitted quietly.

"Well then, we agree on that much." Morgan scowled.

"When we get back to base, would you consider-."

"Yes."

"I didn't-."

"Will I stay with you tonight? Of course." Morgan winked, "I've got no reason not to."

"I can think of a few." Prowl jested right back.

Morgan smirked. "Nah. I'm quite sure those little facts about Praxian doorwings you chose to share over the video-chat have far more of my interest than anything else."

As if to punctuate her implication, the woman gently glided her filed fingernails across the mech's armrest.

Prowl felt his engine sputter in shock and embarrassment. "O-oh, my…"