Title: Taming the Prince

Characters: Prowl

Genre: Romance, Humour

Description: High lord Proton of Cybertron, has 3 different sons. Prince Smokescreen helps his dad, Prince Bluestreak prefers to stay in the garden and train, and Prince Prowl prefers sitting alone, and PAINT? Will a servant change Prowl into a prince of Love?

(Note: has no relations to my other stories, only mentions of Hydrid, Aqua, Proton, Smokescreen, Prowl and Bluestreak, and Jazz, nothing else!)

'...Blah...' Normal conversation

'...blah...' flashback talking

...blah... Thoughts aloud

It has now been a full week since Jazz took up the job of working with Lord Proton, and his sons, the Princes..

Jazz wakes up from recharge and takes a look at his schedule. When he noticed the word 'Break', he smiled. He was being given an hour break from work, TODAY!

He quickly took out a datapad, and scribbled down some notes on what to do today, smiling more and more as he wrote.

Proton was already up, in his office, sorting files, and Anoa standing by his side.

'I was surprised with how Prince Prowl turned out during the visit to the medical centre's sparkling ward those days ago,' Anoa said. 'He's really changing.'

'And I have Jazz to thank,' Proton replied. 'Since I gave him the job, my son is definitely starting to come out his bubble.'

'That's great, sir! Now you can possibly have that father, son bond you wanted. You can get along together now.'

'I know Anoa. But he hasn't changed COMPLETELY. But starting to...'

They were right.

Prowl was now the first awake of the Princes, and cleaned his armour. Today, he wanted to take a small stroll around the garden. To be honest, he hadn't been in the garden for years now, since he was a growing mech, since training.

As no one was about, he walked out the palace doors, and into the huge garden. As he looked around, a flash of memories filled his memory bank.

...'Come on son. I'm going to beat you.' Proton calls out.

'No you won't dad.'

A small black and white sparkling rans ahead of his dad to get the ball, and kick it into the goal.

'That's my boy. Good work son!'

'I won dad!'

'You sure did, son.'...

...'Hey son,... you ok?'

The little sparkling shook his head. 'I wish I was with mum. I miss mum.' He was holding a photo frame, looking at the silver femme in the picture. 'What was mum like?'

Proton smiles. 'A lot like you son. Calm, caring, always quiet...'

The sparkling sits on his dad's lap, and hugs him. 'I wish I could've seen mum. I'm glad I got you dad! You're the best!'

Proton sat in his office as the memories rushed through his processor. He really did miss those good days.

Prowl wiped his optics too. He missed those days too.

Jazz walked down the corridor, listening to slight crying from inside Prowl's chamber. He knocked gently.

'Prowler? Ya OK?'

When he received no response, the visored mech shrugged, and slowly opened the door, peering round the corner.

He saw the tall black and white Praxien seated by the large window that overlooked the garden, his head down, doorwings drooped aswell.

'Prowler?'

Prowl shot up and turned around, startled. 'Sorry... didn't see you there.'

'Na. No worries Prowler.' Jazz replied. 'What's up?'

Prowl turned towards the window and sighed. 'I miss the old says, spending quality father and son time with my dad... What changed?' his optics looking at the garden.

'Catch it son!'

The little sparkling caught it.

'That's my boy.'

Prowl smiled at the memories, another tear runs down his face.

'Dad, tell me about mum.'

'She was a lot like you, well... quiet, and withdrawn, till she met me of course. Said I was too handsome for my body!'

'Dad..' the sparkling nudged his arm.

'True... I made that up. But she was wonderful son.'

'Ya changed Prowler. That's what changed.' Jazz said.

Prowl looked down, and turned to Jazz. 'Me?... I guess so.. I'm confused at the moment... I changed everything? Why?'

'Only ya can answer that Prowler.'

Prowl sighed, and nodded in agreement. He walked back into the secret store room where worked. Jazz followed, finding himself back in the room where Prowl worked on his paintings.

Prowl sat down beside the stand and canvas, and began working again. Jazz turned around, to catch a portrait with a cover over it, and reached out to life it off.

'Don't touch that one!' Prowl suddenly ran forward, and blocked Jazz from going closer. 'Sorry... this one is far important!'

'Sorry man... Just wanted a peek...'

Prowl sighed, and gently lifted the cover off. 'Its still a little damp so don't touch the colours.'

Jazz gasped at the picture.

A 3D painting of a silvery blue femme, bright blue optics, staring back at them.

'Is that...' Jazz asked.

'Yes.' Prowl replied. 'My mum. All I did was draw this from what I know of mum from dad, and old photos I have of mum, and drew this. I never saw her when I was born; remember she passed 3 days after me and Bluestreak were born. I drew this in her memory, so it feels like she's always with me.'

'All ya ancestors are with ya Prowler, if ya choose to remember them.'

'I agree Jazz. I won't forget my mum. That's why you shouldn't touch this painting. Though, will dad like it?'

'Of course 'e will Prowler! Thes is 'is beloved, man. He'd love to know you're getting on fine in life knowing what 'appened!'

Prowl sighed, and drew the cover back over it, and walked back over to his canvas, and continued working.

Jazz walkd over to the canvas.

'Jazz, I don't let anyone see my work till I'm finished!' Prowl snapped. His optics widened. 'Sorry...'

'Sorry man... Just anxious.'

Prowl nodded, and went back working. Jazz peeked at the painting, and looked at it, gasping.

A wonderful painting of the view from where Prowl was seated, of the garden. 'That's awesome, Prowler.'

'Thanks Jazz... But I still got a lot of work till it's finished.'

'Prowler, ya need to get out this room more, and actually go out into the city, and paint scenes, the park, the models around 'ere, or of the mechs around town.'

'Not really. I don't draw mechs Jazz. Only my mum was my first live bot work. And I'm keeping it that way.'

Jazz shrugged. 'I'm getting energon, want some?'

Prowl nodded. 'Thanks.'

When Jazz left, Prowl looked down at the canvases beside him, moved a few, to reveal a painting that was started, but not finished. 'I'll finish this 1 later.'

Jazz walked past Proton's office, when he heard the commotion inside.

'What do you mean sir? What? I can't tell him now. He's changing now into my confident son he was during his young years, I'm not going to drop his confidence!'

Jazz was worried about what Proton was saying. Something bad has happened.

He rushed down the staircase to grab the energon cubes.

'You're going to turn off her life support! Dam that! If she wants my son to be there, I'll make sure of that!... Fine, I'll check on him later.' He hung up on the conlink, and sighed. 'Not again...'

Jazz grabbed the energon, and rushed back up to Prowl's chamber. Catching his breath, he knocked and entered.

Prowl opened the door instead of Jazz letting himself in. 'Thanks.' he said, taking the cube.

Jazz walked in and closed the door, and kept a straight face after what he heard from Proton. 'What else do ya do instead of painting?'

Prowl stared back at him. 'Painting is my passion, Jazz. I've progressed many levels in art... But... I did use to play this game during my sparkling years, followed by loads of other games... You ever played darts, snooker, or even Battleships?'

'Ya kidding Prowler? I'm the champion of all thee!' Jazz replied.

'Game on!' Prowl took on the challenge, walking over to the wall, and flicking the switch.

Jazz watched the wall changed, opening up, and a snooker table slid out.

'Who's starting?' Jazz asked.

'Me.' Prowl responded, setting everything up.

Both mechs played multiple games, with either of them winning loads. They were both brilliant at the game. They also didn't notice Proton standing in the entrace, leaned against the wall, watching them play.

'Turning into real game rivals, are you?'

Both mechs flinched when they heard Proton.

'You scared me dad!'

'Son. This is a first I've seen you in the main room of your chamber, instead of that cramped storage room. Good on you. And taking on Jazz in pool?'

'So far, we've both won multiple times, sir.' Jazz replied.

'But I'm the KING of the pool table.' Proton boasted.

'Ya on!' Jazz challenged him.

Soon father, son, and servant all joined in the game; Proton, as he had proved, was brilliant at the game. He had beaten the other 2 multiple times.

'I did say I'm the KING of the game.' he reminded them, as he potted the black ball.

'Oh... Time went quickly. I wanted more games.' Jazz said, noticing the time.

'Well someone needs to be up in the morning for the morning energon round, Jazz.' Prowl said.

Jazz gave him a nudge on the shouder. 'Not funny man.' Prowl chuckled, then he held his head. 'All this has given me a processor ache. I'm turning in now.'

'Ok, off to bed now Jazz. Remember to be back on shift tomorrow. Son, you aswell.' Proton said, with a worry tone in his voice.

'Fine dad.'

'See ya tamorrow mechs!' Jazz said, leaving the room, and heading to his room.

Sitting at his desk, Jazz went over the datapad, and looked through the document he created earlier, ticking off each task.

'Prowler's really changing a lot... Just gotta find that weak spot. But what?'

So Prowl has started to come out his bubble, but not fully in the world outside yet.

And what is Prowl's weak spot?

Read on to find out more.

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