Pre-Earth. We can't always have what we want. Sunstreaker and Prowl say goodbye.

Sometimes the world conspires against you. And sometimes it's for the best that it does.

Optimus isn't quite sure what he's done, but Prowl is there and he's ordering him and his finger is pointing, so there is only one thing the Autobot leader can do... Just a cracky little oneshot.

For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction. It is never nice, it is never neat, and it always hurts like the Pit.

No longer a one shot. Jazz, Prowl and the balance of life and death.

Prowl, the unflappable Second in Command finds himself both as a victim to a insidious crime and being protected by the two mechs that are the leading suspects. Prowl and Twins.

Prowl is having the worst day in a series of bad days and is comforted by someone he never expected to have help him.

"As Jazz reached the door to Prowls office he heard an odd noise, one which sounded suspiciously like crying, which made him stop dead in his tracks. In all the years Jazz has known Prowl the mech has never cried, the very thought that that was what he was hearing made his energon run cold." Someone pulls a "prank" on Prowl that leaves more than one mech affected.

"Prowl." My voice came out hard. The photon shotgun trained onto him. "Back away from our CMO with your servos in the air where we can see them."

"Run, run, run, as fast as you can," Sideswipe growled, absolutely still as he stared into the crimson optics of Megatron, save for the sadistic grin twisting his face. "We'd catch you before you even began."

After Sunstreakers death Sideswipe is felling a little down and Prowl comforts him.

Being a tactician means more than just knowing how to win a battle.

He was created to be one of the greatest tacticians Cybertron has ever seen. He was destined to become Second in Command of the Autobots; a friend, tactical advisor and confidant to Optimus Prime. Every story, every life, is made up of a series of turning points that set the course for the future. Prowl's journey from Lead Decepticon Tactician to Autobot SIC is no different.

Life often takes twists and turns that Prowl's plans can't account for. This time it threw him a lifeline, and he's not going to let go.

"And I didn't realize it until this orn. I didn't realize…even back then he always seemed…invincible. No matter what Pitfire the 'Cons rained down on us, Prowl was there and he had a plan and nothing could stop him." Oneshot, no pairing

"I'm an assassin," Jazz said softly. Of all the mechs in the universe to feel safe with, he wasn't even on the list. "You're his friend," Ratchet said. Oneshot, no pairings

G1 Prowl has an...interesting day

G1Humour fic, in which Prowl does a little thinking

Sometimes your brother's boyfriend just doesn't make the cut, and certain actions must be implemented to make sure he learns his place.

A series of one-shots and drabbles that more than likely will not tie into each other. Slash will be present and warned for in chapter titles. G1 and Movieverse. Ch. 50. Poooooooooor Spike. -Slash-

G1, AU elements. Not all scars are superficial. And many more aren't just permanent — they're fatal. [Suicide recovery story. Warnings posted inside.]

Prowl's enjoying a little bit of free time after arriving at his newly assigned unit, and is very rudely interrupted. Very Eventual Prowl/Sideswipe.

He can still hear it.

G1: Optimus wonders if people really like him or if they're just nice to him because he's the Prime. He decides to ask Prowl about it.

A little stand alone/one shot with mild Prowl/Red Alert pairing. Again, doesn't fit with anything else I've written, just a little creative tangent.