I know it's been a long time since I've updated this fic. But this is just one of my side fics that I enjoy writing. Also, real life sucked there for a few months. Most of you know why. Alas, my muse has been inspired to write more again and thus we have an update! I do hope you enjoy it.

Prowl

"Do I…?"

"No, Prowler, ya don't want to know what knick knacks are but I'm sure ya'll figured it out on your own. Just don't blow a logic circuit when ya do."

"Ratchet…?" I asked as the CMO knelt beside the prone, unconscious Air Commander's form.

"He'll live, no permanent damage done to the moron."

"Ironhide, take Jetfire back to base," I ordered. "Throw him in the brig. I'll figure out what to do with him later."

"Yes, Sir."

"Brig…that's kind of harsh isn't it?" Jazz asked as Optimus' dust cloud was getting closer and closer to where I could see his alt form now.

"Perhaps, but with him out of the way for a little while perhaps my processor ache will lessen."

I felt the tension rise during the next few moments as Optimus was nearly upon us. He definitely altered Elita's form. I had no problem with it as we often change our outward appearance to fit in better. Regardless, I did have a job of protecting my Prime…even from his femme.

Jazz suddenly whistled, "Nice alt form! I'm tempted to pick it for myself!"

"Jazz, focus please. It's bad enough Elita could just go off at any astrosecond," I chided noticing that Elita looked less than thrilled at Optimus'…or more accurately her new alt mode.

"Just what the slag is this?" Elita demanded as Optimus came to a stop and transformed.

Two quick long strides and she was already within striking distance.

"Relax Elita. Every one's on edge as it is," Jazz calmly said, moving to cut her off.

"Frag off!" she snarled, knocking Jazz aside…literally.

Elita in Optimus' body was truly out of control. It was obvious that she had no idea how to gage her strength as Jazz went flying a good twenty feet before crashing to the ground. I reacted instinctively at first to protect my bondmate and my Prime by rushing at Elita. In one swift agile move, I grabbed her hand and used her momentum to twist her arm, forcing her to her knees.

"ENOUGH! You are the femme Commander!" I growled, giving an extra twist on her arm making her wince and letting her know I was in controllable. "Start acting like it!"

Elita blinked her optics a few times obviously stunned I had the capability to take down a mech like Prime. In fact even Ratchet, Optimus and Chromia looked surprised.

"An' ya guys thought I fell in love wit' 'im for his good looks an' fabulous doorwings," Jazz snickered, dusting himself off.

"You ok?" I asked, sparring a quick glance at my bonded.

"I'm fine, babe."

"Ratchet, quickly check Optimus," I ordered, returning a fixed, determined gaze upon Elita. "The sooner we head back to bad the better. I don't like my Prime being so exposed and vulnerable."

"Yes, Sir."

"I'm going to let you up now, Elita. Be warned, I will do everything in my power to protect my Prime…and my bonded. Can I count on you to take control of your senses?"

Elita nodded all her fury from early gone. Hopefully for good this time. I've always known Elita to be level headed. Only every now and then as she ever lost control. And never this bad.

Trusting the femme commander to have composed herself, I release my grip and allowed her to get up. Then I turned to get an assessment from Ratchet as my Prime was my main concern.

"Looks like he purged his tanks recently, most of the high grade was expelled," Ratchet said without me prompting him. "The sparkling in unharmed. I recommend berth rest for the next twenty-four hours at least…both of them."

"I agree. Do I need to assign separate quarters or can I trust you both to behave as mature mechanisms are wont to do?"

"I have no desire for further confrontations," Optimus sighed heavily, sounding thoroughly exhausted. In fact, Ratchet was having to support him.

And for the first time Elita looked concerned.

"I'm sorry, Optimus," she spoke softly and I knew then they were going to be ok as she moved to her mate's side.

"They're ready to receive us back at the base," Jazz told.

"May I inquire as to why you felt the need to change my alt form?" Elita asked gently.

"I was upset, I felt so out of control. I still feel so out of control. And…"

Optimus paused, looking unsure up at his mate.

"And what, Optimus?" she insisted.

"While pink is most alluring when I'm looking at you through my own optics, it is not the most palatable of colors when I'm forced to wear it," he smiled, making her laugh softly at him.

Finally, things were looking better. Now to just get them back in their own bodies.

"Ya gotta admit though, red doesn't make your alt form more sexy. I'm seriously thinkin' of changing' ma colors right now for my Prowler!"

"Jazz!"