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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 4
Prowl stood at the entrance to the Ark looking at the green scenery of Earth. Many Autobots, after they landed here, took a liking to the strange planet, mostly Jazz. Prowl didn't mind it too much expect just one thing. It was something the humans called "wind", mostly the strong kind. Even though a soft breeze made an odd sensation to his door wings, it was the stronger winds that would cause the worst pain in his right one. His internal repair systems was still having trouble fixing the more delicate circuits Ratchet and Wheeljack couldn't fix when they replace the said wing he had so badly lost on Cybertron long ago. Today there wasn't much actively around the Ark and strangely enough not even some Decepticon actively either. As Prowl stood there, Spike, Bumblebee, and the Dinobots came by. "Hey Prowl, we're going to play football, wanna join us?" Spike asked.
Prowl looked down at their human friend then looked back out side, seeing the strong wind that was currently going on. "...I don't think so." He said.
"Aww come on, it's not that hard." said Bumblebee "I bet you can easily come up with some plays."
"No thanks." Prowl said. Even it wasn't windy; he didn't even what to try it. He seen the group play before and the game looked a bit rough and his high logical mind came up with billions of ways with the game that could cause pain in his right door wing.
"Are you sure?" Spike asked.
"Yeah, I'm sure."
"Maybe some other time then?"
"Maybe."
"Me Grimlock thinks Prowl's scared he will lose to Grimlock!"
"No Grimlock, I'm not scared." Prowl said in a calm matter.
"Come on Grimlock, Prowl said he don't want to so lets go on with out him." Bumblebee said, trying to get the Dinobot commander to drop the subject.
"Very well but me Grimlock still thinks Prowl's scared." Prowl watched the group exit and start to head to the clearing where they normally play football on. He suddenly felt a hand on his left shoulder.
"Ya broke it to them gently." A familiar voice spoke "Though I still don't know why ya haven't told them the real reason."
Prowl sighed. "Cause they don't need a reason, Jazz." he said "They don't need to know. Bee's was too young back then, and Spike's a nice kid. I don't want to worry them."
"Yeah, I guess ya right. Man its sure is windy out there."
"...Yeah..."
"Come on Prowl. Ratchet and Wheeljack want to run a check on ya."
"What's the point?" Prowl said as he turn and fallow his friend and fellow officer back into the Ark "They said it themselves they can't do much about it and it's up to my internal repair systems."
"Yeah but ya know Ratch, he's just worried about ya. I would be too."
"Jazz, you were WITH me."
"Yeah I know but that's not the point."
Prowl looked at his friend a bit confused. "It's not? Then what is?" he asked.
"The point is, if the others knew, they'd be worried about ya just as much."
Prowl sighs again. "Yeah, I guess you're right..." he said. Jazz just smiled.
- - -
It wasn't long until the two reach the medical bay where Ratchet and Wheeljack were waiting. Prowl sighed at the medical officer and the mechanical engineer, staring at him with small smiles. "We'd been waiting for you, Prowl." said Wheeljack.
"...Sorry to keep you waiting..." he sighed irritably.
"Prowl you know this has to be done." said Ratchet.
"What's the point? If it's not going to help..."
"That's not a good attitude..." said Wheeljack.
"You both know doing this check WON'T make my door wing feel any better."
"We can't say that for sure, now stop griping," Ratchet said, ending the conversation right there. Prowl just mumble something in Cybertronian. "I heard that," Ratchet growled. Prowl sighs as he went to sit on the table like he did every day for this.
"Cheer up dude. It can't get any worse," said Jazz. Prowl tried not to yell or wince in pain as Ratchet and Wheeljack ran their check on his door wing. Prowl then glare a bit at Jazz. "Don't glare at me. It wasn't my fault."
"But you just have to jinx it."
"Alright, alright..." he smiled. He took a comforting hold on Prowl's hand. "I wished it never happened either..." Prowl nod a bit until he winces again.
"Try and relax, we're almost done," Wheeljack said. Jazz held Prowl's hand with both of his, letting him squeeze them in his discomfort.
"How can I when it hurts?"
After awhile Ratchet and Wheeljack was done checking his door wing. "Well...it's getting better..." sighed Ratchet.
"To put it in happier terms, you're finally starting to heal up. Your internal repair systems are finally joining the new door wing correctly."
"Wow that's great news, huh Prowl?" Jazz said with a smile at his friend.
"...Yeah... I guess so... How much longer?"
"A while yet... You aren't completely-..."
"An Earth month at the most and this'll all be over," smiled Wheeljack.
"Unless the Decepticons cause trouble and something happens to hurt it again." Ratchet added in.
"I won't let that happen," said Jazz.
"That's good," smiled Wheeljack. "But to be safe, try and take it easy, Prowl." Prowl nods as he slowly got off the table. "You're getting better. Just keep taking it easy, okay?" Wheeljack said as Jazz lead him out. Ratchet sighed. Once the two had left. Wheeljack gave Ratchet a rather hard nudge in the arm.
"What?"
"Next time, turn off the poor guy's pain receptors or something. No use making it worse. It's bad enough he has to come in here everyday." Ratchet sighed. "I'm serious. Things would go smoother."
"You're right Jack." He just smiled and walked out.
- - -
Prowl and Jazz were once again walking down the halls of the Ark. "Hey, Prowl," smiled Bumblebee.
"Hey Bee. How's was the football game with you, Spike, and the Dinobots?" Jazz asked.
"...Good. The Dinobots creamed us..." he sighed. "You doing better Prowl?" Prowl looked shocked. "Was it something I said?" Bumblebee asked.
"It's okay Bee." said Jazz.
"No it's not. What's wrong Prowl?"
"W-What do you mean?" Prowl asked.
"Well I did see the two of you coming out the medical bay... And, you've been going there everyday for something,"
"It's nothing Bee." Prowl said "Just one of Ratchet's regular maintenance check ups."
"...Oh... Okay. You sure you're alright?" Bumblebee asked worriedly.
"I'm sure." Prowl smiled.
"Alright," Bumblebee smiled.
Suddenly someone put a strong hold on Prowl's door wing. He resisted the urge to cry out. "There you two are." Ironhide said to the two officers "Prime want to see the both of ya."
"...Hide...you MIGHT want to let go..." Bumblebee watched curiously, very worried.
Ironhide then notice which door wing he was holding onto. "Oops sorry about that Prowl." he said as he let go of said door wing.
"...W-watch...wh-which one...you hold...next time..." Prowl growled out.
"Hey I said I was sorry. I forgot."
"...I know...Ironhide..." he seethed, trying to calm down as the pain subsided. Bumblebee was very worried.
"Are you sure you're okay Prowl?" Bumblebee asked again.
"Don't worry, Bee. I'm fine..." he sighed.
"Come on you two, Prime wants to see ya."
"Right," Jazz said, leading Prowl away. They followed Ironhide to Optimus's office.
- - -
Once inside, Optimus was already waiting for them. "What's up, boss bot?" Jazz asked as he helped Prowl sit. "Well..." Optimus started, then decided to ask the question that had popped into his thought processors "You door wing bothering you again Prowl?"
"That was my fault Prime." Ironhide said "I grabbed that one by mistake." He just nodded. Prowl glared at him a bit still. "Hey, I said I was sorry."
"Okay back to why I called the two of you in here..." Optimus said "It seems Teletran had picked up some Decepticon activity."
"...Just great..." sighed Prowl.
"Is something wrong Prowl?" Optimus asked.
"There's no way he can fight in his condition. He could risk damaging it again," said Jazz.
"I'll be fine as long as no Decepticons attack me." Prowl said "Besides you need me out there."
"...I don't know... Jazz might have a point..."
"But Prime, sir..."
"Alright, Prowl. I'm not putting you in the front lines. I'm putting you in as a tactician, not a fighter. If you have to fight, then we'll just have to risk it."
Prowl nods. "Yes sir."
"I want you to be careful out there. Jazz, you keep an optic on him."
"Right." said Jazz.
"You're dismissed."
