A/N: So this chapter contains those hints of other pairings that I mentioned/warned you about :P Nothing major, 'cept Hound and Raj.
Cycle-One Earth Hour Joor – One Earth Day Orn - About Two Earth Weeks
Prowl slowly onlined, enjoying the quiet of the morning. He stretched out his front legs, then stretched out his hind legs. He'd never realized how good stretching felt before. He was alone on the couch, but there was a bowl of energon waiting for him on the table.
After finishing his breakfast, the Catbot decided to go explore. He didn't think he could take another day of being cooped up here, and he really wanted to spend some time with Jazz. If he was counting right, he only had 11 joors left before he would 'die' again.
After exiting the room, Prowl cautiously peered left and right down the hall. In his small state, he was at great risk of getting stepped on, and he didn't want to take any chances. As he stepped out into the hall, he realized he had no idea what Jazz's schedule was for the day. He'd have to go exploring.
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Prowl estimated that he had been walking around the ship for almost two cycles. With his luck, Jazz was probably out on patrol or something, and the Catbot was just walking around like an idiot. Prowl was about to go check the patrol log when he heard the five most terrifying words he'd ever heard coming from Sideswipe.
"Here kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty!!"
Prowl tore off in the opposite direction. He was not about to be caught by the twins. It was ironic, he thought as he was running. When he was a normal bot, he had no trouble yelling at the twins and keeping them in line. Now that he was a small Catbot, they terrified him.
After a while, Prowl slowed down. No one was following him, but Prowl wasn't entirely sure where he was. The corridor was dimly lit, and many doors lined the walls. After several minutes Prowl realized he was in the storage area. This particular section was rarely used, and sometimes bots would come down here if they wanted to be alone.
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Prowl thought he head something from around the corner. Curious, he poked his head around the wall. Well I certainly had no idea about this. Hound and Mirage were in the poorly lit hallway, making out as if there was no tomorrow. Hound was pressed up against the wall with Mirage's hands running over all the places that made Hound shudder with desire.
I think maybe I've been spending too much time in my office mused Prowl. He didn't mean to stare at the couple, but he just couldn't believe that he had no idea about their relationship. As Prowl was about to turn and leave, Mirage suddenly pulled away from Hound.
"What's wrong Raj?" asked the green mech. Mirage pointed at Prowl.
"It's-watching us."
"And?"
"IT'S WATCHING US!"
"Raj, it's just Jazz's Catbot. I doubt he'll tell anyone what he saw."
"I don't care! I can't do stuff with it watching us."
Hound sighed and stepped away from the panicking mech. He calmly strolled over to Prowl and scooped up the white and black Catbot.
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"Sorry little guy," he said quietly as he carried Prowl down the hall. "Raj is a bit voyeur-phobic. It was cute at first, but now it's just frustrating; he won't do anything that could potentially be seen by anyone else."
Hound stopped at the end of the hall, and Prowl recognized the main section of the ship. The green bot leaned down to whisper into Prowl's ear. "If you're interested in seeing the rest of the show, stop by my room later. I promise there are many places to hide."
With that, he put the shocked Catbot down and headed back down the dark hall. Prowl stared after Hound. Had he just been…reversed propositioned? What there even a term for what just happened? Shaking his head, Prowl trotted down the hall and decided it was going to be one of those days.
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It did turn out to be one of those days. Since Prowl was just a sweet innocent Catbot, all the mechs were relaxed around him and didn't bother hiding anything. Prowl had gone into med bay just to see if there were any patients; Jazz seemed to end up there a lot. Ironhide was there, helping Ratchet with something. What Ratchet didn't seem to know was that Ironhide was constantly staring at him. Prowl watched the duo for almost half a cycle. Ratchet would turn away to get something, and Ironhide would stare after him, with a longing in his optics. Prowl felt bad for the red mech; Ratchet was completely oblivious. Prowl stretched out his limbs and headed out of med bay. Maybe once he got his body back he'd do something to help those two along.
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Unfortunately for the Catbot, he still had one more surprise to discover. And it involved the twins.
Prowl was headed down the hall, still looking for Jazz. He was cautiously poking his head into various rooms, as he didn't want to witness another scene like he had with Hound and Mirage. However, when he heard the whining voice of Sunstreaker coming out of one of the rec rooms, curiosity got the best of him and he peeked in.
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Apparently, when no one was around, Sideswipe turned into a hardcore cuddler. And the poor victim was his own brother. The Lamborghini twins were seated on one of the couches. Sideswipe was currently sitting in his brother's lap with both arms wrapped around the yellow mech and his face nuzzled into Sunstreaker's neck. Sunstreaker seemed very uncomfortable.
"Come on Sides, get off of me. What if someone walks in?"
Sideswipe just smiled and tightened his grip. "You worry too much; no one ever come here at this time of day. Don't you enjoy doing this with me?"
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It was at that moment that Prowl decided that even though he didn't know the exact nature of the twins' relationship, he really didn't want to know. He quickly turned around and hurried back down the hall. He wasn't fast enough, as he was able to hear Sunny shouting, "Stop touching me there!"
Prowl was sure that if he had been in his real body, his logic center would have melted several times over. He could he have missed all of this stuff? First Hound and Mirage, then Ironhide, and now the twins.
I definitely need to get out of my office more, the Catbot mused as he continued his journey.
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Prowl say outside the monitor room, gently licking his stomach. He wasn't sure why he kept doing these things, but they felt comforting and relaxing. He hated to say it, but it was actually kind of enjoyable, being a Catbot.
The one thing Prowl really missed was his doorwings. He kept trying to twitch them, but they weren't there. Sometimes, when he concentrated hard enough, he could almost feel them, even though they were gone. He believed it was called phantom limb syndrome. The tail kind of made up for it though. Prowl found he very much enjoyed swishing his tail back and forth.
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Ohh, right, he was here to find Jazz. He had heard that a few of the patrols were back and that Jazz's team was working in the monitor room. Prowl quickly finished his grooming and walked into the monitor room. He located Jazz and wasted no time jumping into the Porsche's lap.
Jazz was a bit startled but relaxed once he realized it was his Catbot.
"Hey kitty, did you miss me?"
Prowl mewed and rubbed his head against Jazz's arm. Jazz smiled and began to scratch Prowl behind the ears. Prowl settled down on Jazz's lap and curled into a loose ball. He was really enjoying this 'petting' thing.
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Prowl was lightly dozing when he felt Jazz's hand move from his head down to his belly. Prowl uncurled himself so his friend could have better access. The Catbot was enjoying having his belly petted. After several minutes Prowl realized he was enjoying this a little too much. He felt all tingly.
Aw slag, though Prowl as he realized that Jazz's petting was going to lead to him overloading. He knew he should get away from Jazz's petting, but it just felt so good. Prowl was now having an internal struggle. It wouldn't be right to have Jazz overload him without the other mech's permission. Wouldn't that be like reverse rape? But at the same time, it just felt so good, and Prowl had longed for Jazz to touch him this way for ages.
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Prowl went back and forth in his mind, arguing for and against his current situation. Fortunately, his body decided for him. Prowl was so close to overload that he just let his mind go and enjoyed the sensations that ran through him. Just as the last bit of pleasure ran through him, Prowl realized that Jazz had stopped petting him and was staring at him strangely.
"Ya okay kitty? Ya jus' got really tense."
Prowl quickly forced himself to relax and slowed his breathing. Trying to cover up his embarrassment, he rubbed his head against Jazz's stomach and purred. Luckily Jazz shrugged off the Catbot's behavior and went back to work.
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Prowl couldn't believe what had just happened. He had overloaded just from being petted. By Jazz no less. Although it had been incredibly enjoyable, Prowl couldn't help but feel guilty that he had essentially used his friend for sexual please. Yes, it was a good thing Catbot's didn't have logic centers, or Prowl was sure he would have exploded by now.
Prowl repositioned himself on his friend's lap and drifted off into a blissful recharge.
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Prowl was sitting on one of the rec room tables, lapping up his energon. Jazz was stroking his back lightly, and Prowl was purring again. Although illogical in his mind, the purring was quite relaxing for both him and Jazz. Prowl glanced up and saw the twins on the other side of the room. He'd never be able to look at them the same again.
"Come on kitty. Let's go before your fan club finds ya," said Jazz once Prowl was finished. He picked up the white and black Catbot and headed back to his room.
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Prowl sat quietly on the couch as Jazz finished up some work. The tactician missed doing work, in a way. But at the same time he was enjoying his freedom, and he was learning a lot about his comrades. Prowl decided that if-no, when, he got his body back, he was going to try to be more social. He realized that he had been missing out on some fun times and good friendships.
"What's on your mind, kitty?" asked Jazz as he looked over at Prowl. "Ya look so contemplative."
Prowl just meowed innocently; he really wished that he could talk. Time was running out for him, and he felt like he had made very little progress. How could he get Jazz to talk to him if Jazz had no idea who he really was? This whole thing was a mess.
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Finally Jazz finished his work, and piled up the datapads. He walked over to his berth and laid down. Prowl was turning around on the couch, trying to find a good spot, when Jazz interrupted him.
"Hey kitty, come here."
Prowl was a little confused, but followed his friend's request and hopped up on the berth. Jazz gently pulled Prowl close to him and the Catbot snuggled into his friends chest. Jazz turned off the light, and gently stroked the side of Prowl's face. Prowl drifted off in to recharge, purring.