Yey! We get to see Prowl!! Our favorite tactician! (sighs dreamily)

IMPORTANT!!!!

Again, I'm sorry to tell you but, I went back to the twin's chapter (againXD) and added sth that was in the original draft (before it got erased T.T), that I had forgotten to add. But when I re-read this chapter (which was already done before the twin's chapter), I realized what I had forgotten to write and that if I didn't add it, some stuff in this chapter woulnd't make sense. So, GO BACK AND READ IT!! It's before Magnus comes and yelles at them XD.

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EDIT: 20/11/09


astrosecond: Cybertronian .498 Earth seconds

breem: Cybertronian 8.3 Earth minutes

cycle: Cybertronian Earth hour

megacycle: 12 Earth hour

klick: Cybertronian: Cybertronian Earth minute

nano-klick: Cybertronian Earth second

jour: Cybertronian Earth day

orn: Cybertronian 13 Earth days

vorn: Cybertronian 83 Earth years

solar cycle: Cybertronian Earth years


A lonely shadow walked down one of busy hallways deep into the fourth floor of the Lower Level's only educational facility. Like his given name, the figure prowled from shadow to shadow, walking behind many students who never noticed his presence. For him, it was a casual walk towards his next class: strategy. Yet, not wishing to be seen or talked to, the stoic mech resolved to keep himself hidden, just for the sake of having a peaceful jour.

He turned a corner evading a group of bots, who although their much younger age, had bigger forms then him, and were playing ball in the restricted space. Prowl's door wings twitched in irritation as he evaded yet another mech who stumbled backwards to catch the ball.

"Absolutely no respect for the regulations. And then they wonder why we are called uncivilized." He thought grimly.

Suddenly, in the middle of all the racket, Prowl heard, almost distinctively, the laughter of the one mech, he had only seen from a far.

He looked up towards the voice's owner, the voice that always seemed to make his spark pulse rapidly, as if it were calling out. Stopping walking, he saw that mech come walking down the same hall he was in. He was accompanied by his two best friends, Blaster and Powerglide, who stood at his side's. Jazz, walked in the middle, talking, laughing and greeting those who looked his way.

"Jazz."

Prowl knew nothing about the mech, then what was already known by the whole school. Nobot did not know who Jazz was. He was a music junkie, like his friend Blaster, loved to have a good time, gave the best parties in all Cybertron. Or so it was thought. He seemed to be liked by all. His happy and carefree personality making him treat every individual as equals. Apart from that, he was the most, popular, sociable, coolest, sexiest and most sought out mech. Femmes and mechs alike literally fell into stasis lock as he walked by.

Prowl had never spoken to him. At all! They had never met. Their classes didn't match, as Jazz was older then him. Not that it mattered but they were both in different spheres. It was disturbing to the black and white mech, that his spark would react in such an intimate way by the other's presence for no apparent reason.

He watched as the other mech walked right by him, a group of squealing femmes blocking him from the other's view. "Not that he would notice anyway." He was saddened and surprised by the sudden thought.

He had always been a loner, keeping to himself. His creators had made him to be purely logical. He loved puzzles and everything that had to do with strategy. His teachers had even suggested him to be moved up two levels in that department. Though Prowl loved this idea it also scared him, because he would have to move into another sphere. Each sphere was unique and even if he was a loner, everybot in his own, the 6th sphere, knew him and left him alone. Moving into another sphere was like moving into another world and that frightened him a bit. To be looked as the 'new mech' and be treated differently.

Being the logical mech that he was, made this new discovery in his spark something entirely new. It brought new and alien emotions to him. One's which he had no idea how to cope with. Everybot that knew him, called him cold, sparkless. His only friend, his only true friend was a much younger mech called Bluestreak who was also in a different sphere, the 3rd sphere, from him. They lived in the same building and had somehow ended as a his sparkling-sitter many many vorns ago. He still had no clue how that had happened, but now, the smaller mech seemed to be glued to him. He was glad to have somebot to talk to, even if he never shared his troubles with the youngling.

For a little while, he kept looking at Jazz's back. Transfixed. Then, shaking his head to clear it of illogical thoughts, he turned and continued on his way, turning into another hall. Little did he know, that at that exact moment, the silver mech had stopped, suddenly feeling the urgent need to look behind him, a confused look on his faceplates. If his optics wouldn't have been covered by his visor, one would have seen that he was slightly squinting, as if searching for something in the middle of the raging hallway. Although the mass of bot's, he identified a figure, the same one he had seen many times, turn a corner.

Jazz fought down the desire to run and see just who it was. He was getting very tired of this game.

"Ya okay Jazz?"

The silver mech looked back at his friends. So as to not worry them, he put on his trademark grin and kept walking towards their own class.

"I'm okay. Not to worry."

Yet as they continued on their way, he looked back at that same corner. He felt saddened for some reason. Pushing those strange feelings aside, he ran to catch up with his friends.


As usual, Prowl was the first mech in the class room. Sitting slouched forward into the desk, was his professor Onslaught. Truth be told, he didn't like him. Nor did he like any of his gestalt-brothers. The younger one, Swindle, was still enrolled as a student, while the others were either teachers or worked outside the school. He was somewhat arrogant and had very little patience. When a student wouldn't understand, or things wouldn't go his way, the blue mech would turn to violence, often throwing stuff around the room.

When Onslaught had told him, that he was amazed by his ability to analyze any combat situation almost instantaneously and then advise on the optimal course of action was unique, in an almost proud tone, had left him perplexed. And even more so when he had continued his praising by telling him, that he could be changed to a higher level of study.

Prowl had been delighted, yet very suspicious. This mech, the same mech that hated anybot better then him, was actually helping him? Prowl thought that it was probably so when he failed at the higher levels, he could gloat and humiliate him in front of everybot. Well, Prowl was not going to fail, that was for sure.

"Professor Onslaught." He greeted politely.

"Ahh Prowl! Good ta see ya. Listen. I talked to Ultra Magnus and the board. Considering your high qualifications and almost clean record-"

"Almost?"

The blue mech stared hard at the white and black youngling, who looked back at him with a raised optic ridge.

"Yes well, even if there is no evidence of your involvement in many 'accidents' that occurred during your time here, many suspect you, and you know how this stuff works. Don't worry about it kid. What dose it matter? It's not like you're going to enlist in the elite guard or something like that."

Prowl was very proud of his capability to remain cool headed in any situation. But that didn't mean that there weren't times when he was tempted to bash other mech's helms in. He had let this emotion called, anger drive him to form pay back plans on other bots. Always executing them with a precision that other's would die for. Of course, he was never identified as the culprit, and the victim had to confess to never having seen the mech. It was his way of blowing off steam. Not too long ago, he had gotten back at a mech named Windstorm.

That thought made his frustration lessen. Prowl made a gesture for the other to continue.

"As I was saying before, the board has approved in my decision to pass you to a higher combat and strategy study course. As of tomorrow, you'll be transfered into the 11th sphere. You will be going to classroom 6508, your new teacher's designation: Shockwave."

Shockwave. The mech was one of the best at his work. He was a scientist, yet his perfectionism at everything he did had led him to reconstruct and to find the flaws in any kind of system. His greatest student's designation, one who usually took over the class when Shockwave was out conducting an experiment, much to Ultra Magnus's delight, was Soundwave. He was a monotone mech and to Prowl's judgement was the very definition of cold. He was appalled and hurt to be called the same when he didn't find any resemblance to the other's personality, either then their love for puzzles.

"Thank you professor, you won't regret it."

With that, he headed towards his desk, at the back of the room, pretending not to hear Onslaught murmur to himself: "I just hope you fail."

Prowls door wings were made out of very sensitive wiring, which made every sound, as clear as if he was hearing it right next to his audio receptors. Something as small as a whisper could be to Prowl, the same as someone speaking directly into his audio receptors. It was a curse and a blessing. Maybe that was why he got along so well with the young Bluestreak who also had door wings.

The stoic mech continued to ponder on this new change in his life until the classroom started to fill with students and class started.


Lunch break had arrived and Prowl found himself walking in a deserted hallway. Not that he minded. The cafeteria had too many bots for his liking. He stopped walking and looked out a window. Not that there was anything to see but the dark ceiling and the ruins of various buildings.

Prowl wasn't stupid. Having his super advanced analytic programs and battle computer, he had seen the Lower Level's future. Soon, the Elite Guard would get tired of them, and would finally find a way to dispose of them once and for all. While the majority of the students were living an ignorant life to what was happening around them, more accurately, above them, the white and black mech found himself fearing the future. If there was another 'cleansing phase', this time only a minority would survive. But he wasn't sure if the ones that survived would have the will to continue living.

He shook his head. There was no point in thinking about it for now. Besides, who would listen to him? Right now, he had to survive high school and all the violent bots. Which reminded him. He hadn't seen him that jour.

Suddenly, he tensed as his door wings picked up a presence behind him. Before he could react, two large arms rapped themselves around his waist bringing him back in to a bulky chassis. "Heya Prowl, ya missed me?" Whispered huskily a low voice.

"I spoke too soon." Prowl thought grimly.

"Lockdown, let go. Now." He said coldly, not moving a wire.

"Tsk tsk, what am I gonna do with ya? Always so tense." Replied the black and green mech, backing up a little, only to bring his servos on the other's door wings and started to rub them up and down softly over the sensitive appendages.

Turning and jumping backwards as soon as he felt the other touching him, the black and white mech glared daggers at the other. "Don't. Touch. Me." He hissed venomously.

"Ohoo, feisty today aren't we?" Lockdown chuckled. "I like that."

"What do you want Lockdown?"

"Do I need an excuse to have some, alone time with what's mine?"

Prowl growled again, his optics narrowing at the implications in the larger mech's words. Where the mismatched mech had gotten the idea that he belonged to him, he had no idea. This wasn't the first time Lockdown had said something as crude as this, but Prowl had managed to set the other straight before. But now, even if he didn't want to admit it, things were getting complicated. The black and white feared that the day where he wouldn't be able to fight him off would come soon. What was he to do then?

"What ever made to think that I belong to you?" He asked, his voice so cold, it was a wonder the other hadn't frozen on the spot.

"Because I said so. Every bot knows you're my possession." Replied the other as if it were the most natural and obvious thing in the universe.

"I am not a toy! Specially not yours!" Shot back Prowl as nastily as he could. He made sure his words contained as much disgust as he could. But Lockdown didn't look at all affected.

"Hmm, thats what you think. The time will come when I'll make you mine."

"And what, pray tell makes you think that?"

"Well, for one, you were transfered to another sphere isn't that right?" Lockdown asked with a smug smile.

"How did you-"

The larger mech cut Prowl off. "Cutthroat told me that there'd be a transfer to our sphere."

At this, the smaller mech felt his spark freeze in realization.

"Don't tell me that..."

Seeing that he couldn't finish the sentence, Lockdown provided him with the feared answer. "Yup, you're being transfered to my sphere. We get to see each other every jour now."

The two mechs stood in silence. Lockdown had leaned against the hallway's wall looking at Prowl's shocked expression with a predatory smile, his optics showed with lust and that, disgusted the black and white to no end. Prowl on the other hand, was standing in a slight defensive stance, not willing to let his guard down for one klick in the other's presence. He could feel his logic center suffering with the information it received. Before any more could be said between them, the bell rang through out the whole school. Prowl had literally, been saved by the bell.

Lockdown chuckled, before he stood straight. "Well settle this some other time. Don't feel too lonely without me darling." He said huskily before walking away.

Prowl didn't response to the mech's teasing, the anger and shock that burned through his body left him incapable of forming a sentence, though on the outside he showed nothing. He hated Lockdown. He didn't want to admit it to himself, but he also feared the larger mech. Knowing he would now see him every jour made him feel sick and vulnerable. If he had known he would be in Lockdown's sphere before, he would have rejected the idea of moving up two levels. But now there was nothing he could do, but survive.


O.O OH NO! WHAT'S PROWL GOING TO DO!!

As you noticed, I included Lockdown from Animated to the story, cause I loved his interactions with Prowl hehe. But every one else is from G1, except Ironhide (cause I loved him in the movie version.) Jazz is still G1 but I describe him as silver cause he looked so cool in the movie in that color XD.

Just wanted to get that straight.

Oh, about the spheres, that will be explained later, so don't worry.