Title: The Day That Praxians Flew
Warnings: For anything and everything
Song Choice: Crocodile Rock by Elton John
Notes: for some reason, my underlined words aren't underlined. so I will be using a different method for comm link chatter.
Summary: As Jazz is wandering the Arc, Prowl is trying to get some work done. However, everyone else have different plans.
Bond Talk
'comm link'
"regular talk"
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Prowl's POV
After last night, I was feeling much better and I was able to focus again. I should have known that Skyfire would know the language of wings being that he was a seeker. Like Smokescreen said, it was bound to come out eventually. I personally could have went on forever without bringing any of it up, but Primus had other plans. Makes me wish sometimes that I could strangle the celestial mech we all swear to. I enter my office and realize that some isn't right...splash! I vent as hot pink glitter paint runs down my face plates. I remove the bucket from my helm and leave my office. As I go, I school my face plates and walk up to the twins. It doesn't surprise me that they are behind this. However, I currently don't give a living slag. I stop in front of them and think a moment. I then start laughing. The twins look a little startled from my laughter. I stop suddenly making them jump slightly. "It lost its hilarity after the third time you two played this prank. If you must insist on wasting my time with your pranks, at least attempt to be original." I say and put the bucket with still a little of the paint on Sideswipe's helm. I then look at Sunstreaker and I use a bit of the wet paint on my frame to write Megatron's Bitch on sunstreaker's chestplates.
"Sunstreaker, you are not allowed to remove that for the next two cycles. If you do, you are to report to wheeljack's lab to assist him for two cycles. Sideswipe, after you get that bucket off, you are to leave that paint on, also for two cycles. I see you without it before the time has passed, and you will be giving the dinobots a bath. Have a good cycle." I say walking off for the medbay leaving the twins shell-shocked. I soon make it to the medbay to find wheeljack on a berth and ratchet grumbling about a suicidal engineer and explosions. "Ah Wheeljack, I was about to see you. If you see Sunstreaker without the words Megatron's Bitch on him in hot pink glitter paint, he's yours for two cycles." I say as he and Ratchet look at me in shock. "Ah, sure Prowl." Wheeljack says a little uncomfortable. "Ratchet, if you see Sideswipe without the same color paint all over his helm during the next two cycles, let the dinobots go play in their favorite mud hole because he will be giving them a bath." I say. Ratchet chuckles. "Finally decided that the brig wasn't effective?" Ratchet asks.
I shake my helm. "Hardly, I finally accepted the fact that they are going to prank me no matter the punishment. I simply told them that this prank is no longer amusing since it has been used too much. I also informed them that since they insist on wasting my valuable time with their pranks, they can attempt to be more original. With that, I must go to the wash racks before this paint dries and i will require a repaint." I say and leave the medbay whistling. Wheeljack looks at Ratchet. "I'm not in an alternate reality where Prowl has a sense of humor am I" Wheeljack asks. Ratchet shakes his helm. "Prowl always had a sense of humor. It's just that a huge burden has been taken off his shoulders and he's finally relaxing a bit. About slagging time too." Ratchet says. "Things will never be the same again, that's for sure" Wheeljack says and Ratchet nods.
After I left the medbay, I go to my quarters and get a shower. The paint is apparently water soluble as it easily comes off with the solvent spray from the shower. I absentmindedly check the weather for the next two days and grin. Sunstreaker and Sideswipe have patrol and it's going to rain. So, no more paint and they get their other punishment. I love mother nature. I soon step out of the shower clean, and I dry off in the drying booth. Upon leaving my quarters, the twins are waiting for me. "We have patrol and it's going to rain." Sunstreaker says. "The paint will come off" Sideswipe says. I look at them. "Really? Well, that's just poor timing for you two. Being pranked is never at the convenience of the one who was pranked. Now, I have work to do and you two have taken up enough of my time for one cycle." I say and leave them there to be angry.
I get back to my office to find it cleaned up already. I smile a little. "how conciderate of them to clean up their mess." I say to myself and I sit at my desk. I pick up a datapad and get to work on the reports that have backed up from the last battle. 'Prowl, it has come to my attention that you have been made a target of one of the twin's pranks. Do they require reprimand?' Optimus asks over the comm. 'Negative, Sir. It has been handled, but I would appreciate it if you put a note by their partol schedule that they are not allowed to switch patrols with anyone for the next two cycles. Mother nature will do my work for me' I reply with a small smirk. 'Very well, Prowl. I'm glad to hear you are finally starting to relax a bit.' optimus says. 'Of course, the war will be over soon enough. I can afford to be relaxed.' I reply. 'You soon certain of that.' Optimus responds. 'The pieces are all in place. All that is left is to take down the king and the other pieces will cease to be a problem' I reply. 'understood, Prowl. Optimus out' Prime says and I get back to work.
About noon, I realize that Jazz isn't bothering me with energon like usual. I frown a little. I was planning to talk with Jazz today about us. I get up and go look for the wayward sabator. I head to the rec room to get some energon as I search the rec room. As usual, several bots are sitting around enjoying their off shifts. As I get my energon, I spot Streamline reclining in a chair with her visor down over her optics. I check the schedule and find that she is on monitor duty. At first, I thought she was slacking off until she informed me that she has the monitors directly fed to her visor. This allowed her to do her monitor duty anywhere, which she said was useful when her creators were frisky in the monitor room. I go over to her. "Hello, Streamline." I say. "Hello, sir. Need something?" she asks. "Have you, by chance seen Jazz?" I ask taking a drink of my energon. "Yeah, he took over patrol for Bumblebee five kliks ago. Ratchet made the shift change due to him believing Jazz needed a drive. I have to admit that Jazz hasn't been himself since the last battle." she says.
"how so?" i ask cocerned. Is he alright? I ask myself. "well, it's none of my business why, but he got up really early and just wandered the Arc hallways for several groons before Ratchet found him at the Wall of the Fallen." She says. I nod and finish my energon. "Thank you, Streamline." I say and go to the wall. I wonder why Jazz of all mechs was there. From what Jazz told me, his creators deactivated before the war. I soon arrive at the wall to find Spike there with bumblebee, who was explaining to Spike what the wall was for. "Look, there's Prowl. He can explain the wall better than I can" Bumblebee says with a sad smile. I nod. "Spike, as you know, when we deactivate, we leave our frames behind, much like humans do when they deactivate...excuse me, when they die. When one of our own dies, their name is written here to be remembered." I say.
Spike nods. "What happens to the frame? I didn't notice any cemetaries near the arc for bots." Spike says. "That is because the frame is taken apart and the parts that are not damaged are used to repair those that still live. The parts that are too damaged are melted down into parts that we have in short supply. It is like how humans give their organs away when they die, only we are able to utilize the whole frame." I say and Spike shivers. "Seems kind of creepy to me. Butchering a friend's body for the parts." He says. I nod. "To humans, it probably would be. For us, cybertronians, we see it as a way to live on through the next generation and save many lies in our passing. For us, it's a part of the cycle of rebirth to us." I say and Spike nods. "I guess it's not so creepy when you put it that way Prowl. Anyways, I have to go find my dad. It's getting late." Spike says. I nod. "Bumblebee will take you home shortly. I require him for a coupe moments." I say and Spike nods and leaves to find his dad.
"What do you need, Sir?" Bumblebee asks. I vent. "You don't have to be so formal with me unless we are on the battlefield, Bee." I say and he nods. "I know, Sir, but I respect you and I don't feel comfortable just calling you, Prowl." he says and I nod. "Anyways, You've known Jazz a long time and I was wondering if he was close to anyone before I joined the Autobots?" I ask. Bumblebee looks at me a moment and nods. "A Trine of seekers Took him in and brought him to Iacon a little after I was. They loved and raised him as their own. It really hit him hard when they were deactivated. He wouldn't come out of his quarters, and when he did, he was depressed. He barely had enough energon to keep himself from stasis. Then, there was his temper. He would seem fine one moment and the next, he has whoever fragged him off on the floor. I don't know how long he would have stayed like that if Smokescreen didn't invite him out for drinks with you and Bluestreak." Bee says surprising me.
"What do you mean?" I ask. Bee shrugs. "I guess being around you guys helped him see he wasn't alone. A few cycles later, he was starting to act like the old Jazz again." Bee says and I nod. "Do you happen to know who his caretakers were?" I ask and he nods. "It was Highwind and his trine. They were the ones." Bee says and I nod. "Thank you, Bumblebee. That's all" I say and he goes to find Spike. Now Jazz's behavior makes sense. I can't imagine what it must be like to finally get over losing the mechs that love you just to find out that they are still alive. I frown. This is all my fault...but I will find a way to make it up to Jazz, even if it takes the rest of my life to do so.
To be continued...
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Notes: Wow, Prowl is one crazy mech when he wants to be. Will Jazz be able to forgive Prowl? Only time will tell.