Title: The Day That Praxians Flew

Disclaimers: I in no way own transformers. I own only the plot and the praxian seeker idea.

Summary: As things are being explained by Ironhide, Prowl has a mental breakdown. Can Smokescreen and Bluestreak hold their Trine leader together, or will things get worse from here? And what will happen if the rest of the arc finds out about them before it is time? All this and more (hopefully) this chapter!

Notes: This is based on G1. This story is starting to write itself. lol and i'm having a lot of fun with it.

Warnings: contains depictions of violence, gore, and genocide. Also, for extreme non cannon emotional Prowl. Oh! Also warnings for smut and Trine lovemaking.

Time measurements:

(measurements pulled from tfwiki)

Klik: 1.2 minutes

Groon: 1 hour

Cycle: 1 day

Breem: 8.3 minutes

Kilocycle: 1 year

Vorn: 83 years

Bond talk

Another note: I listened to a song while writing this. If you wish to listen to it while reading it, it's called 'Dear me' by Nichole Nordeman. Also, I will be adding two of my many OCs in this Chapter. One is Streamline. She is the daughter of Inferno and Red Alert. The other is Requiem. She is the daughter of First Aid and Barricade.

Pairings: Prowl/Smokescreen/Bluestreak, implied Bluestreak/Streamline, implied Smokescreen/Requiem

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Smokescreen's POV

When I felt Prowl start to panic, I dropped everything and started to book it to where he was. Fraggit if he was in a metting! He's our trine leader! Baby Blue, Prowl needs us! I almost yell through the bond. I know! I'm heading there now! May have ran Cliffjumper over, though. Bluestreak replies. He'll forgive you, baby blue. You're hard to stay mad at. I reply as he catches up to me. We rush past several mechs in our rush, including Bluestreak's lover, Streamline. "Can't talk right now, Streamline! I'll catch you later!" Blue says as he rushes past her. "Streamline, can you cover for your carrier? Red Alert is tied up in a meeting." I ask barely stopping to talk. She nods. "Of course. I'll head there now" she replies and turns around and goes to the monitor room. I quickly catch up with Bluestreak at the door to the conference room.

I knock and the door opens to reveal Ironhide. Ironhide looks like when he first took us in. He steps aside to reveal Prowl to us. Prowl doesn't look good at all. Not many can see when he's about to breakdown, but I can. His servos are clenched tightly with energon just starting to leak where his fingers are digging into his palms, his door wings are stiff, but also trembling slightly, and his optics are threatening to leak. It's taking everything for him to hold it together in front of his fellow officers. He quickly comes over to us and we wrap our arms around him as he buries his face in my neck cables. I rub his door wings gently as Blue and I send love and comfort over the trine bond. We're here, Prowl. It's ok. I say over the bond.

"We thought that the senate was done, but we were wrong. When word reached them about the Praxian Seekers and what had happened in Vos, they were furious." Ironhide says and I feel Prowl tense. He doesn't mean to, but I see flashes of the day we lost our carriers. How we watched from our hiding place as assassins from the senate killed our creators and made it look like suicide. Prowler, It's ok...we know, we know. I say over the bond with love and reassurance. "They bid their time and waited. I took them to Tyger Pax afraid of what the senate would do" Ironhide says and Prowl remembers when Ironhide found us trying to wake up our creators. He looked at us in shock. we told him what happened and he told us to keep the murder part to ourselves. If anyone asked, they commited suicide like the senate wanted everyone to think. we asked why and he told us that if we spoke up, we would be next. So, we listened, and Ironhide took us in. We left Praxis that night to live in Tyger Pax. Blue and I are trying to keep Prowl together.

"When they were in their adult frames, the senate made their move. The senate ordered a secret army to attack Praxis under the banner of the Decepticons." Ironhide says as we all remember hearing about the attack. All our friends...gone, whiped off cybertron like fog from a windshield. Blue and I both heard Prowl quietly whine at that. "The records were buried and any that could speak up against the senate were deactivated." Ironhide says. I should have been there to try and stop it... Prowl says over the bond heavy with guilt. If you were, we would have been deactivated, Prowler. I reply. But I... he tries to reply. But nothing! We needed you too! Baby blue was still getting used to his adult frame! I said cutting him off. Bluestreak looks at me scared for Prowl. "You two take Prowl to his quarters. I can handle the rest of this." Ironhide says. I nod and I make my way to the door with Prowl and Bluestreak.

I notice Ratchet start to get up and i glare at him. "Ratch, don't. You can't fix him right now. He needs his trine right now, not a scolding medic" I hear Ironhide say and Ratchet vents and sits back down watching us leave. Outside the door, Prowl finally breaks down and starts too cry. I smile sadly. That's it, Prowler, Let it go. Don't worry, we won't let anyone but Streamline see you like this. She knows not to talk about you. Blue says over the bond as we go to Prowl's quarters. Thanks to Streamline's help, we avoid anyone else on the way. When we get to his door, I punch in the code and we go inside. Bluestreak locks the door behind us as I hug Prowl tight. "Come on, Prowler. A nice, hot shower will help with those tense cables. Blue and I will help you get cleaned up." I say softly, trying not to make Prowl feel forced into anything.

Bluestreak comes back over and gently rubs his door wings. Prowl thinks about it a moment before noding. "I would like that...we haven't been able to fortify the trine bond in ages." he says with a weak smile. "Not our fault there's a war raging. We are going to take such good care of you, Prowler." I purr. He shivers a little and I lead him to his private wash racks. They're a little bigger than normal wash racks, but that's because Ironhide threw a fit about it after Prowl had a panic attack in his old ones and we couldn't get to him. I let him go and adjust the solvent temp to what Prowl prefers as Bluestreak pours some solvent over Prowl using a bucket so he can get used to the temperature and to loosen up the dirt and dry energon on his frame (like how the japanese do before going into a bath).

I smile a little seeing Prowl start to loosen up a bit. "What do you need, Prowler? We're here for you and Jazz has already cleared our schedule for the next cycle." I say having received a com from Jazz about it on the way to Prowl's quarters. He looks a little bashful and I chuckle. "I...I need to be loved..." he says and I nod. Sometimes, he needs to be fragged senseless, and others, like now, to be loved, and pampered. "Then, you need Blue." I say. Prowl nods a little. "What about Streamline? He's in a relationship with her." Prowl asks. "Streamline already knows we are a trine. She knows that we interface and spark merge to fortify the trine bond. She's ok with it as long as I'm only with her or you guys" Bluestreak says trying not to ramble.

Prowl nods and looks at me. "But you won't get any, Smokes." Prowl says concerned. I smile a little. "I'll get to spark merge with you two. I can always go to Requiem for an interface later. She knows and understands as well as Streamline. Our femmes love you too, Prowler. They want you to be happy with us." I say. Prowl nods and Bluestreak goes into the shower with him. I follow them staying behind Prowl so he can lean into me as Bluestreak and him get to business. "Let's get you cleaned up first, Sir..." I say making him shiver when I call him Sir. Bluestreak hands me a wash cloth and starts to clean Prowl's front as I gently work on Prowl's back and door wings. "You were amazing on that battlefield, Sir. Bluestreak couldn't keep his optics off you." I purr gently washing Prowl's door wings again after cleaning the rest of him.

Prowl looks at Bluestreak not sure whether to scorn him or to blush. I chuckle. "I bet you would love to charge Bluestreak with Assault with a friendly weapon, Sir. I bet Bluestreak has more Carnal Knowledge since the last time. I cerainly know I wish I was the one Checking your oil instead of Bluestreak, Sir" I whisper into Prowl's audio. Prowl groans not in annoyance but in arousal. Bluestreak smiles sweetly and rubs his servo gently against Prowl's Interface panel. "I am ready to fill your gas tank, Sir. I need you to remove the cap first." Bluestreak says with a mischievious glint in his optics. Slaggit, Blue! Where did you hear that one? I ask through the bond just to Bluestreak. Embarrassment comes over the bond from Bluestreak. Streamline said it the last time we interfaced. He replies and I chuckle.

To be continued...

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Notes: I know, I'm stopping in the middle of the good part but this chapter is getting pretty long. lol