Family matters.
A/N Ok, sorry for the wait for these chaps, but real life has picked up. I'll post when I can though. :)
Disclaimer: Hasbro owns Transformers.
Prowl sat on the couch watching the news; he still couldn't get over the fact that Drift had pinned him to a wall. His message was so frank and dark that Prowl wasn't sure how to handle it. If his other siblings were here, that meant they had an agenda. After all, no one came to earth unless they needed to. Prowl was so enveloped in thought, he wasn't watching world news, or Bumblebee, and Sari messing around with a dodge ball for that matter.
Bee lobbed it at Sari who ducked; the ball soared straight towards Prowl.
"Oh crud. PROWL LOOK OUT!" Sari yelled.
Prowl heard too late. The ball whacked him in the side of the head, and knocked his visor off. "MY VISOR!" Prowl dove to the floor and scrambled for it, keeping his optics barely open. He soon found it and put it back on; only to be staring at the couple who shot him puzzled looks.
"What's with you Prowl? That was sooooo un-ninjabot like." Bee half asked, half taunted.
Prowl tensed in the shoulders. "None of your concern!" The black and gold mech then stomped out of the room.
Sari shot Bee a look full of curiosity. "Something must be for him to do that." Bee and Sari shot each other mischievous glances.
Prowl went into his room and shut the door in a huff. Bee had no right to say ANYTHING about him. He didn't know where he'd come from, what he'd been through, or why he wore the visor in the first place.
-Flashback-
Prowl walked along the streets of Praxus, searching for his destination. It had been a long time since Drift had vanished, and Prowl had grown up into a young mech. His final frame change was needed; it would be expensive, but Prowl had scraped up enough credits to at least alter his paint, and get an upgrade.
He soon found his intended place; Inferno's mod shop.
Prowl entered the shop cautiously; the place was run down, and dark.
A bot called out from the shadows. "Whatta ya lookin' for?"
Prowl couldn't help but gulp as a hulking red mech came out of the back. His helm had white scalloped face wings that matched the white tattoos on his arms. Prowl guessed it was an ancient Cybertronian language.
"Uh, yes. I need a frame upgrade, and some alterations. I was thinking light blue with burgundy for paint, and a rocket pack."
The red mech scoffed. "Sorry kid. Fresh out. All that stuff's been rerouted to the war efforts. Bunch of slag if ya ask me."
Prowl looked defeated. "Oh." He went to leave, but was called back.
"Wait ah nano clik. I said fresh out, not no can do. Tell ya what, business is slow, so, I'll make ya a deal. Pick a base color, and I'll throw in accents for free."
Prowl's face perked up as he was lead into the back room. Sadly, not many colors were left. It was pink, yellow, or black. He sighed. "I guess I'll take black."
Inferno smiled. "Good choice. Hmm...interesting optics ya got there. What are ya, half an half? Or are ya one o' those Junkions?"
"Im not really sure." Prowl looked ashamed.
Inferno dropped the subject as he began to let out the mechs frame and began painting over the white on Prowl's body. It didn't look right when finished as the blacks didn't match well. "Hold on. I got an inspiration."
Inferno walked into a small stock closet and returned with gold and tan paint.
A mega cycle later, Prowl saw the result of Inferno's work. Black was now his main color, gold accented most of his body and chevrons, with some tan on his legs. It looked better than Prowl had imagined. To be honest with himself, he liked this better than his first choice.
Inferno disappeared for a second and came back with two bundles. "I don't have any rocket packs, so, these are jump jets in your color, and as compensation, take this hologram projector." Inferno helped Prowl put his mods on and adjust his power levels to them.
Prowl handed Inferno his credits. "Thank you."
"No Problem kid. Any time." Inferno watched as Prowl tried to walk, but fell. He picked up the now black and gold mech. "Easy kid. Your face looks pretty flushed...Those mods are draining you. Tell you what. Go over the next street and stop into The Nebuloid Pub. Tell 'em Inferno sent ya, and they'll give ya a good meal."
Prowl nodded and left.
-end flashback-
Prowl was wondering what Drift had meant when he got a comm from Optimus.
"Prowl, Decepticons have been spotted down town. Are you coming?"
"I'll be right there Prime." The ninjabot replied. As he opened his door, two blurs of color fell to the floor. Prowl looked down perturbed to see Sari, and Bee. They both jumped up and ran out before Prowl could loose his temper.
The Autobots made their way downtown. Alexa would be out of the medbay later this afternoon.
Bulkhead spotted the two Cons first in their altmodes. One was a black SUV that looked like it was from the Detroit Police K9 unit, and the other resembled an old Dodge Viper with a Lavender and smoke grey paint job.
Everyone got into bot mode and stared the Cons down. Simultaneously, the Cons reverted to bot mode. The SUV was a mech with red optics and spiky armor, and the Viper was a femme of slender build and a looked like she was wearing a hood.
Optimus drew his axe while Arcee warmed up her blades.
"Give up and come quietly, or you'll regret it." Arcee warned.
The Cons laughed. "Nightbird, shall we show these Autobots who are their masters?" The SUV inquired.
"We shall Barricade. Tell me brother, who do you want dibs on?" Nightbird replied with an evil smile.
The Cons lunged into the Autobots and chaos erupted. Bee, Sari, and Bulkhead were knocked aside by Barricade while Nightbird was matching Jazz blow for blow. Jazz side kicked her away into Optimus who tried to stasis cuff her. The young Prime was caught off guard when Barricade tackled him and put Optimus in the cuffs.
Ratchet got into a wrestling match with the SUV after he attacked Prime. Barricade was a scrapper, and didn't want to go down. Ratchet was gaining the upper hand as he shot Barricade with an EMP blast that stunned him. As he was about to knock Barricade senseless, a voice stopped him.
"Ahem." Ratchet looked up and was terrified to see Nightbird holding Arcee hostage with one of her own blades.
Barricade jumped up and seized the opportunity to knock out Ratchet. The medic keeled over, out cold from the hard punch. Nightbird smiled at the horrified look on Arcee's face before she too was knocked out.
Bulkhead had recovered and was trying to hit Barricade with his wrecking ball. The green bruiser realized not everyone was fighting. "Prowl, a little help? UH!" Bulkhead took a laser blast to the chest and fell.
Prowl was too dumbfounded to move. He knew these Cons, and was completely shell shocked. "I-I..."
Upon hearing the Black Autobot's name, Nightbird halted for a second and looked at him. "Prowl? Well, well, look who grew up. Aw, what's the matter Prowlie? Are you gonna beg for your toy and hide under the berth like ah wittle sparkling?"
Barricade looked over and laughed as he finished beating up Jazz. "Not much changes. Your still pathetic. Come on Nightbird, let's go. See you...brother."
Barricade transformed and left, but not before shooting Prowl in the shoulder with a blaster; Nightbird passed the cuffed Optimus and looked down at his backside. "Nice aft. I hope I see you soon." She said with a perverted tone before transforming and speeding after Barricade.
Back at the base, everyone was in the medbay moaning and groaning in pain. Ratchet patchet up everybody in good time, but, saved Prowl for last. Prowl had to have his upper half numbed so he wouldn't feel pain. Ratchet did a fast fix up, and began running a few tests. "I need to check your optics for damage."
Prowl panicked and struggled as Ratchet pulled off his visor to reveal a set of deep gold optics. His secrect was out; or so he thought. Ratchet looked, but didn't seem to care. "They're fine." He handed Prowl his visor and un-numbed him. Prowl looked astonished. "D-did you..?"
"Know? Yes. I had a feeling the moment I saw you. Your certainly not built like a standard Autobot. It's nothing to be ashamed of Prowl. You're not the first half bred. The bigger question is what to do about your siblings. The other's are going to find out whether you like it or not."
Prowl didn't know what to say. "I-I-I don't know what to do really. How did you know? The only other bot who knew is no longer online." Prowl's voice filled with a pining sadness.
Ratchet shrugged. "I was an expert at CNA coding a long, long time ago. Tell me, who was this bot?"
Neither bot saw Bumblebee enter the medbay carrying an energon cube.
Prowl sighed. "The love of my life. Her name was Dawnsong."
Bumblebee dropped his cube in horror at what Prowl had said. The cube exploded and left a blackened tile.
Ratchet looked over. "What's your problem kid?" He yelled.
Bee could barely speak. "D-Dawnsong was my mother."
A/N Dun dun dun!