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Summary: (G1-verse) Prowl is taking Carly home one day but gets caught in a terrible accident, hurting them both. Prowl blames himself for not protecting her. Can Carly forgive him? Will he be able to forgive himself?

No One Is To Blame

By Yami-Yugi 3

Chapter 4

Jazz was woken up by an internal comm link. '...Jazz! Is everything alright?'

'Wh-who...who is it...?' he replied groggily.

'It's Optimus. It's after twelve and we haven't seen you or Prowl all morning. Are you both alright?'

'...N-Noon already...?' Jazz had never slept in that late except when he was hurt or sick.

'Is Prowl alright?'

'...Y-Yeah... Sorry, Prime. Prowler had a rough night last night, couldn't sleep. Everything's fine now.'

'Could you let me know when Prowl is awake? I'd like to speak with him.'

'Yeah...alright, Optimus. Jazz out.' He cut the link off and fully onlined. He looked over at Prowl to see him sleeping peacefully. He smiled and slowly moved off the berth so as not to wake him. He went to get his morning energon before going back and checking see if Prowl was awake yet. He smiled to see Prowl slowly sitting up, rubbing the sleep from his optics. "Morning Prowler." Jazz said with a smile "Or should I say good afternoon."

"What?"

"It's a little bit past twelve."

"Why didn't you wake me!" he cried, bolting out of bed.

"Cause ya needed ya sleep since ya couldn't sleep last night." Jazz said "Don't worry, I slept in too."

"...Sorry...I just... I NEVER sleep in..."

"I know Prowler. Oh Prime wants to talk to ya."

"...Oh... Is it urgent...?"

"I don't think so. How about some energon?"

"Yes, that sounds good." Jazz smiled. He handed Prowl a cube. Prowl slowly started to drink the cube. Jazz smiled. Prowl soon sat down the empty cube. "Alright, ready to go?"

"Sure," smiled Jazz. "Let's go." Prowl got up from the berth and the two headed towards Optimus' office.

Jazz smiled and patted his mate on the shoulder. "Ya shouldn't be nervous, baby. It's just Prime."

"I know...but..."

Jazz just gave him a quick hug. "It's alright. We'll...we're here. He probably wants to talk to ya alone." Prowl sighed, unsure about going in there alone. "Don't worry. It's just Optimus."

"I know..."

"Good luck," Jazz said as he kissed his chevron. "I'll be around, not sure what assignment I've got today."

"...Okay..."

Jazz smiled and pushed him forward. "Later, baby." Prowl watch him go before looking back at the door. He took a deep breath and rang the chime.

"Come in."

"Hello, Prime sir," he said with a respectful salute.

"You don't have to do that while off duty, Prowl." Optimus said with a smile in his voice.

"Sorry sir..."

"Come in, sit down." Prowl slowly came over and sat in a near by chair. The door closed behind them. "...Prowl...we need to talk. I want to know exactly what happened. I'm concerned about you, as a commander and more importantly as a friend."

"..." Prowl found Prime's desk more interesting at that time.

"...Prowl...as your friend...I know what you're going through."

"...You do sir?"

"I've been in a few accidents myself."

"...But not where humans are hurt..."

"...Maybe not...but I know how hard it is to get back on the road."

"..."

"Prowl, Ratchet told me what he did yesterday."

Prowl huffed and cross his arms. "He should not have done that to me..."

"But he was correct in his judgment."

"...But..."

"He was well within his ranks to do so. His is the Chief Medical Officer because his decisions are well thought and based on experience. I completely support his actions."

"..." Prowl looked back at the desk again.

"In his medical opinion, he was giving you a push forward. ...Prowl...you can't continue like this..." he sighed heavily.

"...It's hard sir..."

"Do you feel like you can tell me about it?"

"...I don't know..."

"It won't hurt to try." Prowl sighed, almost shaking as he went back to that day. "I'm your friend first, Prowl."

"...I could have killed her..." Prowl whispered. Optimus looked at him sadly. Prowl started to cry.

The Prime was torn between staying at his desk and keeping it professional and getting up to comfort his friend. He sighed as his spark pulled at him. "Would you feel better if we went somewhere more private?"

"...N-No...it's fine sir..." Prowl sniffled.

"Are you sure? I don't mind moving it to my quarters."

"...I-It's fine..."

"Alright then. Go ahead, I'm here to listen." Prowl slowly started to tell Optimus everything that happened.

"...I'm just...I'm just afraid that I'm going to hurt someone else..."

"I assure you Prowl, that's not going to happen. That's why the humans call it accidents."

"...H-How can you guarantee it...? Logically it CAN happen again..."

"...That's the funny thing about life, Prowl. You can't predict it so easily. Prowl...I need my Second in Command. Help me help you."

"...But..."

"We all go through similar situations in our lives. Prowl...I know you can get through this. I know you're strong," he said as he stood up.

"It just...hard to get it out of my processor..." Prowl said.

"I understand, but it's not about forgetting. It's about letting go."

"That's going to be hard too..."

He came over and put a hand on Prowl's shoulder. "I know, but you're not alone in this."

"...Thanks sir..."

"It's what friends do."

Prowl smiled a little bit, wiping his face off. "I guess I'll go find Jazz." Optimus smiled behind his face mask.

He watched Prowl leave and his office door close. "You can do it, Prowl. I know it."

Prowl walks down the halls looking for his mate. "Jazz?" He heard him laughing with Red Alert and Ironhide. Prowl followed his mate's voice until he got to command room. He saw the three mechs laughing at something. He came over to see what they were laughing about.

"...Wildrider...of all mechs...crashes...cr-crashes into a rock!" bellowed Ironhide.

"Yes...H-he...he's a stunt car...he should...have been...paying...more attention!" agreed Red Alert. Jazz was doubled over as the Stunticon ranted, raved, and cursed.

"...That's not funny..." Prowl said.

"Of course it is..." said Ironhide. "That 'Con should have looked where he was goin..."

"Relax, Prowl. He's not hurt that badly... He's just a bit dented and upset about his paint job," Jazz said as he tried to regain his composure.

"When did this happen?" Prowl asked, worried about why haven't an alert had gone out about it.

"Just a few minutes ago. The Stunticons aren't really causing any trouble. Wildrider was just out driving... Not very well though!" Red Alert said breaking into laughter again.

"They are still Decepticons, an alert should have gone off." Prowl said.

"That's my job, Prowl," said Red Alert. "They're just driving around. I'll be sure and send one out once they become trouble."

"But they could hurt some humans driving like that!"

"What? Why are YOU so worried? They stay away from humans."

"..." Prowl turns away from them.

"Prowler!" Jazz called. "Guess I'm leavin early, Red. Wait up!" Jazz race after to catch up with Prowl. "Baby, wait!" Prowl slowed down for him. "Whatsa matter, Prowler?"

"...It's nothing forget I said anything back there..."

"No...you can tell me. Somethin' about Wildrider sizzled yer circuits."

"Why are we so reckless around humans? We can easily hurt or kill the very beings we are trying to protect in this Primus Damned war of ours!"

"Whoa, Prowler! Easy..." he said as reached to put an arm on his shoulder.

Prowl shrugged him off. "I mean it! Why are we even here if all we ever going to do is hurt or kill the humans we love and protect!"

"I take it the meeting with Prime didn't go well..."

"No, the meeting was fine! Primus!"

"Prowl...calm down..." Jazz said as he took hold of him and held him tightly, looking him straight in the optics. "Yer upset...just take a moment to relax."

"I don't need to fragging relax! Someone's got to teach those 'Cons a lesson!"

"...Prowl..." Jazz said, shaking him a bit, still holding him firmly. "Look me in the optic band, baby... Ya need to calm down..." Prowl growled shoving Jazz off, transformed and took off towards where the Stunticons were seen. "PROWL!" Jazz raced after him and transformed as well. 'Ratchet! Optimus! I need back up, NOW!'

'What happened?' Optimus asked.

'Well, he came to find me. I was on monitor duty with Red and Ironhide. We witnessed Wildrider crashing into a rock. Prowl heard us laughing at him. It made him pretty upset and now he's racin' after him.'

'Did you try and calm him down?'

'...Yeah...'

'I'm on my way... Who knows what that stupid slag head is going to do? He's going to hurt himself or someone else...' Ratchet sighed, having heard everything.

Prowl was driving as fast as he could go, he even turn on his lights and siren. His cold fear had turned into boiling rage. He could see the Stunticon a mile away, and in a very familiar part of road. His rage was so blind he didn't even realize he was headed for the very spot where the accident had happened. The 'Con was still upset about his dents and chip paint. "...Frag my slagging luck..." he grumbled, kicking small rocks. 'Hey...Dead End? I...I need some back up here...'

'What's wrong, Wildrider?'

'I…I crashed into a stupid fragging rock… I hate this planet!'

'Alright, alright. I'm on my way with Hook.'

'Please hurry up…I don't wanna drive in this aft ugly state…'

'Alright, alright…Dead End out.' Wildrider sighed and slowly transformed. He wasn't able to get a good look at his messed up state when Prowl slammed into him. He transformed and tackled him.

"HEY! What's your problem, copbot! I didn't do anything to you!"

"YOU COULD HAVE KILLED A HUMAN DRIVING THAT WRECKLESSLY!"

"…I could care less about those-…OW! Lay off! I have no fight with-OUCH! Quit ruinin my paint! Its bad enough I crashed into that stupid rock! HEY! OUCH! Stop it! Your processor's got some chips loose, man!" Prowl was taking his rage out on the surprised Stunticon. "Gah! Get off me you psycho Autobot!" He tried to get away but Prowl just pulled him back towards him.

"PROWL! STOP IT!" called Jazz as he got there.

"Get your crazy aft friend away from me!"

"We're working on it, but don't try anything funny, Wildrider," Optimus warned as he transformed and stood watch.

"PROWLER! That's enough!" Jazz said as he pulled his mate off of Wildrider. Prowl kept punching Jazz until the third in command held him still. "PROWL! Prowler…look at me… Prowl…Calm. Down."

"He…He could have hurt someone Jazz!"

"Prowl…this isn't about Wildrider, is it?" Jazz said softly, keeping Prowl still and at eye contact with him.

"He…"

"Prowler…?" he asked, shaking his head "no". "Prowler…" Said Autobot burst into tears.

"…No…I-It's about…It's about ME…" he sobbed, burying his head against Jazz.

"It's alright, Prowler… It's alright…" Jazz soothed, hugging Prowl close.

"What did I miss?" Ratchet sighed, pulling up and transforming.

"A nervous breakdown," Optimus sighed. He smiled a bit to see Jazz handling the situation.

"Hopefully this will be the first AND last one," Ratchet sighed. "Need any assistance, Wildrider?" he asked, turning towards the injured Stunticon.

"Not from you! You Autobots stay the Pit away from me! You're all psychotic!" With that, he weakly transformed and raced off to meet up with Dead End and Hook. Ratchet laughed.

"Well, Prowl did do something good in his emotionally unstable state."

Optimus smiled as well. "I don't think we'll have to worry about Menasor for awhile."

"…I'm sorry, Jazz…I just…I'm just scared…"

"Ssshhhh… I know, baby, I know. It's alright… Just calm down, Prowler…calm down…" he spoke gently as he rubbed him soothingly between his door wings.

"…Ratchet… I'm worried for him. I know he can work his way through all of this, but I'm not sure I can trust him to be alone. As a friend I want to give him the freedom he needs to work things out. As a leader, I know I have to put his safety and the safety of everyone else first."

"Even if it means keeping him under lock and key. I know how you feel. I don't want him to go back into that room, but he could be dangerous."

"It upsets me to see him like this. He's never been affected so harshly by anything else. We've been fighting for a long time. He's seen his home city destroyed and countless lives lost, but he can't let something small like this go?"

"To him it wasn't small. He knows how fragile the humans are. He knows how precious a friendship is and how rare one with a human is. To him, he's utterly failed Carly, failed our other human friends, and even failed those humans we don't know. He feels that he's more dangerous than Megatron because he could not stop a human from getting hurt. We are supposed to protect them and live symbiotically on this planet. He feels out of control and that his abilities are inadequate."

"He did say he should have been able to predict a safer route."

"His logic centers are very advanced and he believes he can analyze and predict almost anything. He believes he's failed himself because he could not prevent them from getting involved."

"…Ratchet… I feel helpless… There's only so much I can do for him."

"I can't do too much more than you can. He has to forgive himself and come to terms with what happened. He has to realize that his success in protecting her and saving her life FAR outweigh his failure to prevent it."

"…Agreed…"

"As for being helpless? You can support him as a friend. He needs friendship and trust more than he needs commanding officers and restrictions. I'm not going to imprison him in my Medical Bay or the brig. I WILL confine him to their quarters if it becomes necessary."

"I will support you in any decision you make." Ratchet reached a hand up to Optimus's shoulder.

"I'm worried for him too, Prime. I'm worried too."

"C'mon, baby… Let's get ya back to base. Some warm energon and a nice rest will help ease yer processor…" 'Everything alright? You two seem like ya were talking 'bout some really serious stuff.'

'It's alright, Jazz. We're just concerned about Prowl.'

'We were figuring out the best option for him right now.'

'Yer not gonna lock 'im up for this, are ya doc?'

'No… He needs support for now.' The red and white CMO slowly came over to the two of them. "Prowl…are you alright?"

"…I-I'm sorry, Ratchet… I-I'll accept whatever punishment you and…and Optimus have decided on…"

"You're actions have been dealt with, Prowl. The important thing is to get you back to base safely," Optimus said as he transformed and opened his trailer. Prowl was surprised he wasn't getting quarantined or brigged.

"See? It's alright, baby."

"Jazz, let me get a look at him. I want to make sure he didn't get hurt." The saboteur stepped aside. "It's not a good idea to go looking for trouble, Prowl," Ratchet said as he checked him over. "Wildrider could have easily called in the others and seriously hurt you. Good…you scrapped him without even denting a digit. Just try and deal with your emotions in a more constructive and safe way next time? I don't want to have to fix anything, especially you."

"…I-I'll try to be…more level headed next time…"

"Good, now let's get back. I want to put this fiasco out of my processor as soon as possible." Ratchet transformed and slowly started heading back, hanging back a little for the others.

"Get inside, Prowl. I don't want you driving in your condition," Optimus said with gentleness in his voice. "Leave the driving to me and just enjoy the ride." Jazz led him inside and sat down with him. He pulled him into his lap.

"Alright, Optimus, we're ready to go. You just relax, Prowler." The Prime started his engine and speed off to catch up to Ratchet before slowing down to the normal speed limit.

"Prowl? Don't be afraid to come to me or anyone else if you need anything. We'll be more than happy to help, even if it's just a friendly audio to listen."

"…I'll remember that…from now on… I…I'm sorry…"

"It's alright." Jazz couldn't help but smile. He was glad that Optimus and Ratchet were being sympathetic instead of being strict.

"Like I told you, baby," Jazz spoke softly. "We're all here for you."

"…I know that now…" he replied sleepily before closing his optics. Jazz smiled as Prowl fell asleep in his lap.

"…Love you, Prowler… Sweet dream cycle..."