I would like to apologize for any and all grammar and spelling errors i have made in the previous chapters. I'm typing this on my phone, and the autocorrect is botj good and bad to have. Haha. Again I plan on having doing the next couple chapters with Frost in her teenageer years, so give me a sugggestion on what her alt mode should be, and remember this is in the 80s, so old school vehicle models please. In the mean time, enjoy Chapter! :)
Ch.12
The unveiling of the marble statue of a human looking up to Optimus Prime, his digit extended to the human and his hand gripped the tip of his digit. The humans were excited for the showing of their visitors the statue. Frost met some human children, and they had the time of their lives in the small wooded area near the pond. When the Autobots returned back to the base, Frost told everyone about her day, and how she played with the humans. The Autobots all chuckled at the enthusiasm the little femme had.
"I had so much fun Sire! Can we do it again?" Frost was splashing in a puddle of water that had collected in the corner of the wash rack. Prowl was laughing as he tried to rub cleaner behind the chevron and in between the rotators on her back. He couldn't believe how dirty Frost had gotten when she was playing. The humans had a mud fight, and Frost had gotten in the middle of the mini fight.
"Frost, Frost sweetspark hold still. Ha ha, I can't get you cleaned if you're splashing dirty water all over the place." Prowl said behind a series of laughs. Frost stopped and stood still long enough for Prowl to get all the small spaces. "There, now go stand under the water. As for going again, I don't see why not, but we'll be going to Cybertron in a couple days."
Prowl helped rinse her off and then grabbed a towel for her, and wrapped it around her. He let her do most of the drying off, but he helped her dry her wings off. Frost jumped into his arms, only to be sat on the counter. Prowl grabbed a red rag and a container of wax. "Sire, how come you're not cleaning yourself?"
"Well I'd say I got one, wouldn't you agree?" Prowl teased Frost as he scooped some wax and applied it on her wings, gently evening the coat on them.
Frost covered mouth as she giggled. "Yeah. Sire, are you nervous to meet Vector Prime?"
Prowl stopped for a mere second before turning her around to face him. He pressed their chevrons together and smiled softly. "I'm never nervous, and Vector Prime isn't going to change that."
Frost nodded, satisfied with the answer, and Prowl went back to applying the wax to her. After five minutes of applying it and another ten minutes of letting it dry, Prowl and Frost were laying on the berth ready for a well deserved recharge. Morning rolled around, and the strategist rolled onto his side and tossed an arm over Frost. Well where Frost was suppose to be anyways. Fully online Prowl sat up, and threw the thermal blanket off him.
"Frost, where are you?" Prowl checked the wash rack, and saw that it was empty and he opened the closets and both were empty. He rushed out the room, and looked down the hallways. "Slag."
He tapped his comlink. ::Jazz, have you seen Frost?::
::No, why?:: Jazz sounded like he was in an empty room.
::I onlined from recharge, and she's not in our quarters.:: Prowl walked down each hall, trying to find her.
::Okay Prowler, Ah'll help ya find her.:: Jazz said calmly. They disconnected the connection.
Prowl made his way into the Rec room, and saw the twins and Ironhide sitting around a table. They had their backs turned to him, and Prowl sighed in relief when Frost was kneeling on the table with a paint brush that was covered in gold glitter.
::Jazz, I found her. She was in the Rec room with Ironhide.:: Prowl informed his friend before confronting his adopted creation. "Frost, why did you leave the room? I nearly had a spark attack when you weren't there."
Frost sat the brush back in the paint and frowned, obviously sorry for what she did. "I'm sorry Sire, you were really tired, and I was getting bored. But doesn't Sideswipe and Sunstreaker look cute? Uncle Ironhide told me that I got to paint them because they were saying naught things around me."
Prowl looked at the embarrassed twins, and their matching gold flowers and butterflies painted on their chests and arms. Sunstreaker's glitter had red mixed in to help the designs pop out against his already yellow armor. "They do look… ha ha… sparkly."
"When can we wash this off? I can't let the Cons see me like this!" Sunstreaker stood up angrily from his chair and gestured at himself.
"At the end of the day. Next you'll think twice before talking that kind of language around Frost." Ironhide tried to be tough, but he couldn't take them serious.
Frost perked her wings and giggled happily, and something on the corner of her right wing caught Prowl's attention. An Autobot insignia. "Sunstreaker, Sideswipe did you paint on her wing?"
They shook their helms, "No."
"Frost did anyone paint on your wing?" Prowl touched the insignia, silently praying to Primus that it was just paint.
Frost shook her helm also. "No Sire."
"Why are you so interested in her wing, Prowl?" Ironhide closed the paint cans and handed them to the twins.
Prowl turned her slightly for the old weapon specialist to see. "The coloring just started forming again. I've never seen anything like this before, it made a perfect insignia."
"Does that mean I'm an Autobot like you, Sire?" Frost hopped onto the ground with a big grin on her face.
"I don't know, you're still too young to fight this war. But yes, you're an Autobot just like us." Prowl said sorrowfully.
Frost squealed excitedly and hugged Prowl's leg. "Yay, can I go show Uncle Jazz?"
"Sure sweetspark, I think he's in the security room with Red Alert." Prowl saw the smile falter at the mention of the security director. He knelt in front of her, and smiled reassuringly. "Don't worry about Red, he's just good at his job."
"You mean he's got a few bolts loose in his processor." Sideswipe jokingly said as he popped the side of his helm.
Ironhide and Prowl looked up with death glares. "You're not funny Sideswipe." The strategist said with disappointment.
Frost tuned out the rest of the conversation and made a mad dash for the security room. She knocked on the door, he wings twitching nervously. "Hi Red Alert, I was wondering if I could come in?"
"Why?" Red Alert said through the speaker next to the door.
"Is Uncle Jazz in there?" Frost took a deep intake, feeling extremely awkward right now.
A whispered conversation came through the speaker, and then a loud reluctant groan. "Fine you can come in, but only for a minute."
The door slid open, and Jazz as reclining in a chair next to Red Alert. The white and red mech looked peeved and his glaring optics were aimed at the smirking Polyhexian. "Hey there Frost, what can we do for ya?" Jazz asked with a couple small bobs of his helm, which told Frost that he was listening to music.
"Looks what I got on my wing. Sire said that I'm like you now." Frost ran up between the two, and placed the tips of her digits on the edge of the control console.
Jazz and Red Alert leaned forward and gawked at the gold Autobot insignia staring at them with the blank face. "Did ya do dis?" Jazz asked and was answered with a shake of Frost's helm. "Yer gold markings just did dis?"
"Uh huh, and Sire said that Vector Prime probably did it. Sire didn't seem very happy about it, but I'm an Autobot like you all now!"
"So you're saying that you onlined from stasis, and it magically appeared there? I'm not buying it." Red Alert sat back and crossed his arms with a deep frown.
Frost sighed sadly and looking at her peds. "B-but I-I wanted to be like you."
"Oh Red, dat's not nice. She just wanted tah be like everyone else, better than wantin tah by dah C-O-N-S." Jazz whispered the spelling, though he knew that it was useless when Frost was right there.
Red Alert shook his helm, still unconvinced. "I don't care, once the coloring stops it stops. Not stop and then starts again."
Frost felt something in her spark, and her servos clenched as her optics narrowed. She shook her helm aggressively before turning on her heels and running off, not caring about Jazz yelling for her to come back. Frost ran down to the Brig, and hid in one of the empty cells, which was now used as storage space. The bars were big enough for her to squeeze through and hide behind the giant crates. She sat in the far corner and pulled her knees up to her face, tears streamed down her face.
"I wanted to be like everyone else." Frost said behind ragged intakes. "Why does he not like me?"
The Brig doors slid open and the sound of peds walking in, caused Frost to quiet down. She peeked through the gaps in between the crates. She saw a flash of red and white. 'No, I don't want you.'
"Frost, come out please. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said those things." Red Alert stopped in the middle of the room and looked around, trying to find her.
"You don't like me." Frost cried into her servos.
Red Alert sighed and shook his helm, "No I don't hate you, it's just that I… I'm very… paranoid. And I tend to jump to conclusions, I jumped to a couple big conclusions with you, and I'm sorry."
Frost peeked through the gap again and sensed the regret and sincerity in the mech's voice. She went to climb out, but then tell ground shook underneath them and a loud explosion. Frost screamed and retreated back in the corner; Red Alert tapped the side of right arm, where he kept a second way to do work when he was out of his "office". He swiped through all the cameras trying to figure out what was going on.
::Red, the volcano is erupting, ya gotta get out of there.:: Inferno came through the comlink.
::Not, not until I get Frost out.:: Red Alert hacked into the Brig cameras, and quickly found Frost curled up in the first cell. "Frost, we have to get out of here."
"I can't, the boxes are moving." Frost tried to stand up, but the crate beside her rocked back and forth.
Red Alert nodded and rushed over to the cell, and entered the code. He quickly removed the boxes, he looked down at Frost and was in the middle of lifting her up when the volcano shook again. He fell backwards, Frost landed on top of him, and the boxes collapsed in the empty space.
"Are you okay?" Red Alert asked as he stood up. Frost nodded and looked up at the ceiling. Rocks and dirt shook out of place.
::Red Alert, get out now!:: Inferno shouted over the explosion.
::We're on our way.:: He said as they ran out of the Brig. "Hold on."
Frost wrapped her arms around his neck as he sprinted through the crumbling base. He saw the entrance of the base, and made a mad dash through the door. When they were close enough Red Alert activated the door and energy shield. As the door was slowly closing the security director dove out the door. Everyone stopped, unsure what happened with the dust in the air.
"Red, Frost? Red, are you guys okay?" Optimus shouted.
A figure stood up from within the dust cloud and walked through it. Everyone cheered with excitement when Red Alert and Frost were safe. Prowl rushed over and took Frost in his arms, nuzzling her and purred to express his happiness. Inferno ran to his partner and lifted him off the ground as he hugged him.
"Ferno, Inferno too tight." Red Alert tapped his shoulder.
The red mech released him and smiled sheepishly. "Sorry Red."
Prowl examined Frost to see if she was okay. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah." Frost nodded and looked at her savior. Prowl knew what she wanted to do, and he sat her on the ground. She walked up to him and hugged his leg. "Thank you for saving me Red Alert."
He smiled and picked her up, and returned the hug. "You're welcome. I hope you can forgive me for my mistakes."
"Mhm." Frost perked her wings and hummed happily.
Once again everyone cheered as the two continued to hug. Frost turned to face her smiling Sire. "I want Red to come to Cybertron with us."
"That's up to him, sweetspark." Prowl took Frost back and wiped some dirt off her face. "Looks like it's cleaning time again for you."
Red Alert looked up to his partner, who was nodding for him to accept the youngling's offer. "I'd gladly accept your offer, Frost."
She grinned happily, "Yay!"
The team watched the volcano erupt viciously, lava flowed down the sides and in front of the shield. The sound of sizzling filled the silence, as the hot liquid hit it. Frost watched in a mix of fear and awe. She was amazed at how they lived in this dangerous thing, and now it was also a danger to them.
"It'll stop soon, don't worry Frost." Ratchet looked over at the staring femme.
Another explosion erupted, but this time not from the volcano, but the sky. Everyone looked up, and saw a ball of light flew across the sky. Jazz pulled out his rifle and Preceptor transformed and zoomed in on the object. They couldn't get a clear view of it, but it had a fixed destination. Which was also the same spot that Frost landed.
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