Disclaimer: All Transformers characters belong to Hasbro. Any made up characters were created by me. This as Yaoi.
Summery: (G1 fic) When Prowl got struck by lighting not once but twice, Jazz will do anything to see to it Prowl gets better.
"blah" – Normal human speck
blah – thinking
'blah' – Comm. Specking
"blah" – bond talking
Twice the Pain. Four Times the Love
by Yami-Yugi
Chapter 7
A bit later, Prowl slowly open his optics and noticed he was in his berth. "Jazz...?"
"WHAT?" Jazz jumped, nearly dropping the data pad he was working on.
Prowl held back a laugh as he slowly sat up. "Am I that jumpy when working?"
"...No..." Jazz sighed. "Sometimes you are, but I usually never bothered you when you were that busy. You just surprised me is all." Prowl smiled a bit at him. Jazz smiled back.
"Ratchet already check my doorwings...?"
"No... You fell asleep so I brought ya back. We can go now if you feel up to it."
"Please?"
"No problem." Prowl smiled a bit again as he tried to stand up. Jazz stopped working and came over to help. Prowl smiled softly and allowed his mate to help him. Jazz took an arm and helped him up. He let Prowl use him as a crutch. Prowl smiled and rested his head on his shoulder. Jazz smiled back.
"I'm ready." Jazz just nodded and led him out of his quarters.
After awhile they soon arrive at the medical bay doors. Jazz knocked on the doors. It wasn't long until the doors open and Ratchet was standing there. "Hey Doc Bot..."
"Is something wrong?" Ratchet asked.
"With Prowler," Jazz said. "We were in the 'Racks earlier and I found something wrong with his door wings."
"They look fine to me."
Jazz shook his head. "It's somethin' small. He can't feel 'em. I know he shoulda got the sensitivity back in 'em by now."
"Okay sit down and I'll have a look." Jazz helped Prowl sit. Ratchet then came over and started to check over Prowl's doorwings. "So you can't feel anything?" he asked.
"No..." Ratchet's suspicions were confirmed as he continued to examine them further and Prowl didn't so much as twitch his door wings.
"Ya know what's wrong Ratch?" Jazz asked.
"The circuitry is severed in places. How'd it get that way?" Prowl looked down at the floor.
Jazz patted his arm. "Want me to tell 'im?" Prowl nods. Jazz kissed his helm. "...Well...it started in the Rec Room this morning..." Prowl sunk his head lower as Jazz went into bitter details. "So...I was pulling out the shards in the 'racks and noticed it."
"I see." Ratchet said.
"You can fix it, right?"
"Of course I can." Prowl still wouldn't look up from the floor. Jazz looked at him as Ratchet got things ready.
"It's okay Prowler," Jazz said "Ratchet will fix it."
"...It's not that..."
"Prowler, what's wrong?"
"I got myself into this mess in the first place." Ratchet had already disabled the pain receptors and some circuitry to repair the lacerated wires. Parts of the armor were removed, exposing the area to make things easier to get to.
"Prowler..."
"...I shouldn't have been so insistent or stubborn..."
"You're slaggin' right."
Prowl sulked further. "Aww, yer makin' 'im feel worse."
"Selfish pride can kill a mech... Works for the humans on this planet too."
"Prowler ain't like that. He just doesn't want the others to think badly of their Second in Command. He's worried 'bout what others think."
"That's an unhealthy way to live. It gives way to low self esteem and self consciousness, especially in public. You think I don't hear what some of them, especially the younger bots, say about me?"
"Yeah but Ratch..."
He sighed. "You can't worry about pleasing everyone. Your friends and family are the only opinions that matter. They're the ones that care the most about you anyway."
"Told ya, Prowler," Jazz smiled with a comforting rub of his cheek.
"Who said what anyway?" Ratchet asked.
"Take a guess Ratch."
"I'm not in the mood to pl-... I swear to PRIMUS those two are going to be missing some parts when I'm through with them! What was said?" Jazz repeated everything he had heard. Prowl explained the other night with the rain storm as well. "...Don't you pay those younglings any mind. Next time it happens, you bring them to me. I'll give them a good beating before throwing them in the brig."
Jazz chuckled. "Count me next in line." Prowl sighed a bit.
"Alright, you're done."
"Thank you Ratchet..." Prowl said.
"Try and be careful next time. Don't be afraid to ask for help if you need it." Prowl nods a bit.
Jazz extended a hand as Prowl hopped off. "C'mon Prowler, let's go finish that pile of reports."
"Okay..." Ratchet watched them leave with a slightly disturbed look on his face.
He could hear the twins laughing out side before they strode into the med bay. "Hey Ratchet..." Sideswipe started to say with a huge smile.
He smirked back. "Hello Sideswipe, Sunstreaker."
"Ah...Ratchet..." Sideswipe started "What are you smiling about?"
"What? I can't be happy to see you?"
"Well, you're usually really annoyed once we walk in the door. The first thing you say to us is 'What sort of chaos did the two of you cause now?' or, 'It's about your paint, you can forget about it.'" Sunstreaker added.
"...Yeah..." said Sideswipe. "You know something we don't?" he gulped a bit.
"No, of course not," Ratchet replied as he draped his arms around them both. "That is, unless YOU know something I don't know," he smirked, his grip tightening a bit. The twins gulp again.
"Sunny...he's going to kill us for spare parts... What did you do?"
"What did I do? What did YOU do?"
"Why so tense boys?" The twins gulped again.
"WE DIDN'T DO IT!"
"Do what? Why are you feeling so guilty?" he replied, still smiling. His grip tightened painfully on their shoulders. "Unless you ARE hiding something..." The twins shook their heads. Ratchet gently forced them over towards the berths. "Well then, what can I do for you?"
"W-What are we here for again Sunny?"
"A few dings and a new coat of paint from our patrol shift."
"O-Oh yeah..." Sideswipe agreed.
"Alright then, have a seat," Ratchet said as he let go of them. Both warily sat down on a berth. He came over to Sunstreaker first and started work. He had a pleasant bedside manner.
"Sunny...who is he and what did he do with the real Ratchet?"
"I don't know, Sides. I could get used to this," Sunstreaker smiled.
Sideswipe gulped as he worked back and forth between them. His guilty conscience told him something was amiss. He thought back on the day's routines and things they had done. He gasped and gulped. "Sunny...you don't think...don't think he knows we were picking on Prowl all day, do you?"
"Nah, don't be silly Sides."
"O-O-kay..." He winced as Ratchet gently and carefully smoothed out a particularly stubborn dent. He gulped as his spark sank. He couldn't take it anymore. He knew Prowl had to have gone to the Med Bay earlier. He knew Ratchet HAD to have known. "Sunny...I gotta tell him. I gotta..."
"No Sides! Don't te-..."
"Okay okay! We said some mean things to Prowl! I admit it! We teased him! It was funny at the time! We didn't mean to seriously hurt him! I promise!"
"Oh really?" Ratchet said.
"Yes..." Sideswipe sighed. "We're really really sorry. Don't kill us!" he said, taking a defensive position.
"Sideswipe!" Sunstreaker whined. "Why'd ya have to go and do that for!" Ratchet stopped what he was doing immediately. He had a stern look on his face. He took the heavy, handle end of a welder and smacked each of them hard on their heads.
"Ow!"
"My helm is sensitive!" whined Sunstreaker. He smacked Sunstreaker again. "Hey!" He growled as he grabbed Sunstreaker by the tip of his vents and Sideswipe by his helm horns. He dragged them off the berth by them and out the door. The other 'Bots watched as the twins were dragged down the hall by the CMO.
"We said we were sorry!" Sideswipe said.
"No, you said it Sides." Sunstreaker said. Ratchet yanked rather hard on Sunstreaker. "OW! Alright! I'm sorry too!"
"You will be," he growled as he dragged them to Prowl's room. Once at Prowl's door, it opened and he drag the twins in.
Jazz stood there, curious for a moment. He smirked at the twins, quickly figuring out why they were there. "Heya, Doc Bot."
"I believe these two have something to say to Prowl," Ratchet said sternly as he pushed them forward. Prowl, who looked up from some data pads, saw them.
He slowly came over, still a bit weak. "What do you two want?"
"These two have something to tell you." Ratchet said as he glare at the twins.
Sunstreaker sighed in annoyance. Sideswipe bowed his head. "I...I'm really sorry about picking on you the past few days," Sideswipe said. Ratchet nudged Sunstreaker.
He grumbled. "I-I... I'm sorry too..." he sighed.
"So... you don't think I'm a sparkling?"
"Yeah...I mean no... I mean... I don't think you're a sparkling, Prowl. You...went through a traumatic event... I didn't mean to hurt your feelings in anyway. We were just...joking around..." said Sideswipe, feeling quite badly about their hazing.
"Joking or not...you did hurt my feelings."
"We're sorry..." Sunstreaker huffed. Ratchet shoved him again.
"Y-yeah... We're sorry."
"Apology accepted."
"Thanks guys, means a lot to Prowler." Before the twins could say anything, Ratchet pushed them out of the doorway and down the hall. Prowl smiled a bit. Jazz smiled too. "So, back to those reports then? I'll help."
"Thanks Jazz..."
"Anything for you, love."
Their door closed as Jazz helped Prowl back over to the desk. The other Autobots watched as Ratchet dragged the twins to the brig. "We STILL have to go? Even after that whole wake of shame and apology? I didn't even get my paint job fixed..."
"Stop complaining or I'll shut off your vocal processor permanently! You should be lucky it's only for a five orn shift!"
"Five orns!" Sideswipe kicked him.
"Shut up! If you keep complaining it'll be longer! I hate it in there!" Sunstreaker grumbled at his brother. He was placed in a cell close to the door. Ratchet walked away with Sideswipe. "You're gonna leave me alone in here?" Sunstreaker demanded.
"That's enough!" Ratchet barked as he continued down the corridor. Sunstreaker was left alone to sulk as Sideswipe was put into one of the farther cells. He didn't complain like his brother, but the fear of separation in the creepy brig was evident. Ratchet sighed heavily as he left the brig. Sideswipe practically curled into a ball in the corner. This was going to be a very long shift. Sunstreaker's cursing and yelling was a small comfort. Ratchet sighed again. The brig door closed with a small clang as he returned to Medical bay.
Bumblebee decided to visit Prowl and see how he was doing. Jazz and Prowl had just finished filing away the reports when he knocked on the door. "I wonder who that could be." Jazz said "Come in!"
Bumblebee opened the door. "Am I interrupting anything?"
Jazz smiled. "Not a all Bee." he said "We were just finishing up."
He stepped over the threshold with a smile. "Hey, Prowl. How ya feeling?"
"A bit better." Prowl said with his own small smile.
"I'm glad to hear it."
"He should be back to his old self pretty soon," smiled Jazz.
"Good. I hope the twins aren't giving you too much grief."
"Don't worry, Ratchet dealt with them."
"He did?" Bumblebee asked, unaware of the situation.
"Yeah sent them to the brig."
"Oh wow... It must have been bad."
"They had the nerve to call me a sparkling..."
"That's harsh...especially for Sides."
"Yeah," said Jazz. "I guess they were testin' their limits."
"Yeah. Hey Prowl?"
Prowl looked up at the little scout. "Yes Bee?"
"I know you've been kinda down lately, some of the guys have noticed too. I was wondering, did you want to be the official ref and score keeper in our basketball game we're playing later?"
"I don't know..." Prowl said.
"It won't hurt to try, Prowler." Jazz said with a smile.
"Yeah. You wouldn't have to play or push yourself too much. I think it would help you feel better. You would be active without disobeying Ratchet."
"Okay..." Prowl said. Bumblebee and Jazz smiled happily.
"I'll go tell the guys." Bumblebee said.
"Later BB," smiled Jazz. Bumblebee happily left. "Isn't that great, Prowler?" Prowl nodded a bit. Jazz smiled. "Well, now what would you like to do? Until you have to ref the game."
Prowl smirked. "Oh...I have some ideas..."
"I hope they don't go against Ratch's orders for you to take it easy."
"...Maybe..." he said with a mischievous look on his face.
"Prowler, promise me ya take it easy to what ever though you have in your processor." He just smirked and practically pounced Jazz. "Prowler!" he yelped as he was shoved to the floor. Prowl started nibbling on his horns.
"You taste so good..." Prowl said. Jazz blushed, biting back a moan. Prowl let go and started nuzzling against Jazz's body. He rubbed around the sensitive seams of Jazz's horns with delicate fingers.
"Oh, Prowler..." He only smirked as he kissed Jazz's neck. Jazz moaned and decided to get back at him. He slowly caressed across Prowl's back until he made his way to his door wings.
"Jazz..." Jazz had his own smirk as he ran a finger down one of the door wings seams. Prowl moan a bit himself. Jazz continued the motion, rubbing all over Prowl's door wings. "...Jazz..."
"...Prowler..." he moaned back as the two cuddled into each other, becoming one entangled mess. Prowl cuddled into Jazz more. Jazz sighed heavily and started rubbing a bit harder. Prowl started to moan again. Losing all logical thought, Jazz pushed against Prowl as he bared his spark chamber. Prowl smiled and bared his own chamber. Their sparks met and entwined. Prowl moaned and weakly tried to remove Jazz's codpiece. Jazz moaned with a smile as he helped Prowl's hands and then removed Prowl's.
"...Jazz..." He just smiled before pulling Prowl onto him. They both connected, surging both emotions and phsyical feelings through each other. "...JAZZ...!"
"...PROWLER...!" Both went into overload, calling out each other's name in pure love. Jazz recovered from the overload and looked at Prowl, breathing heavily. Prowl wasn't so lucky. "Prowler? You okay?" Jazz asked worriedly. He stayed in stasis and started shaking. This worried Jazz some more and open his comm. link to Ratchet. Prowl weakly opened his optics, but could not move. All he did was shake horribly. "It's going to be okay, Prowler. I'm calling Ratch." Prowl just stared up at Jazz in worry. What was going on? Why was this happening? There were rushing footsteps and a bang on the door. Jazz got up form his place next to Prowl and went to open the door for the medic.
"What the PIT were you doing?"
"We were interfacing, and it wasn't my idea Ratch." Jazz said.
The CMO slapped his forehead and ran his hand down his face with a heavy sigh. "...stupid younglings..." He took a deep breath and came over. "Primus Jazz! His body wasn't well enough for something intense like that!" Jazz blushed.
"L-like I said...i-it wasn't my idea... I-it was Prowler's...h-he...kinda jumped me..."
Ratchet knelt down next to Prowl. "Jazz, grab a thermal blanket." He glared at Prowl, looking him straight in the optics. "You directly defied my orders..." Prowl's optics looked sorry up at him. Ratchet sighed heavily. "You're forgiven. Just be sure you DON'T defy me again," he added with warning.
"Found a blanket, Ratch."
"Good, bring it here." He carefully injected a solution into Prowl's neck. "That should help the reaction a little."
"What happen Ratch?"
"His still healing body couldn't handle going into overload."
"Is he going to be okay?"
"He'll be fine. His body needs to calm down is all. Jazz, try and have better judgment next time?"
"I'm sorry Ratch."
"It's alright," he sighed. "I can't blame you for loving each other. However, I give my orders for a reason. Please be more careful until he is cleared." Jazz nodded.
"How long will he be like this?" Jazz asked, worried that they might have to tell Bee and the others that Prowl couldn't do it anymore.
"He should recover soon. As far as recovery from the storm incident, give him three or four more days."
"Sure Ratch."
Ratchet smiled and got up. "He should be fine now. Just keep him calm and comfortable. Wait at least three or four days before you decide to 'interact' again."
"Okay Ratch." He left the room. Jazz knelt down and took Prowl into his arms, blanket and all. "I'm sorry Prowler..."
He shook his head with a shiver. "...My...fault..."
Jazz smiled. "It was both of us. I shoulda known interfacin' would hurt ya." He carefully laid Prowl down on the berth and wrapped the blanket more warmly around him. He cuddled up next to him and started rubbing his helm to keep him calm. Prowl moaned happily. He still shook a bit. Jazz wrapped the blanket more around Prowl. He kissed his helm and cuddled closer. "Just rest, Prowler."
"...Okay..." Jazz smiled, still rubbing his helm. Prowl moaned happily again. Jazz smiled as he slowly fell asleep. Jazz gently kiss the top of Prowl's helmet.
"Sweet dreams, Prowler." He cuddled close and went to sleep too.
Jazz awoke to a knock on the door. Jazz quietly got up and went to check to see who is at the door. "Hello?"
"Hey, Jazz. Is Prowl ready?"
Jazz opened the door to see Bumblebee standing outside the door. "Well Bee..."
"What's wrong?"
He made sure no one was looking. "Well," he spoke softly. "Prowl and I were...you know... and he wasn't ready. Ratch says he's not strong enough yet. So...we went overboard when we interacted."
Bumblebee "blushed" deeply. "O-Oh..."
"Yeah."
"Well...do you think he'll still be up to coaching?"
"...Jazz...?" Prowl yawned. "Wh-who's there...?"
"It's Bee Prowler," Jazz said as he came over "How ya feeling?"
"Much better," he stretched. Jazz smiled.
"Hey Prowl," smiled Bumblebee. "You still up for coaching?"
"Of course, Bee," he smiled as he came to the door. "You're all counting on me."
"Just be careful Prowler, okay." Jazz said "We don't want Ratchet to be pissed off at us again."
"I will. You can come watch, Jazz."
"Sure Prowler." Jazz said with a smile. So, the three of them left down the hall. Little did they know that two certain mechs had been listening to the whole thing.
"I dunno, Sunstreaker. It's hilarious, but won't it hurt his feelings?"
"Relax, Sides. This is too hilarious to keep to ourselves." Sunstreaker smirked as the two went into the Recreation Room. A lot of Autobots were still there. Prowl, Bumblebee, and Jazz were outside getting things ready.
"...I-I still don't think we should do this... We were just punished... I don't want to be separated from you again..."
"Hey guys, guess what we heard."
"What? They're going to give you a personal wash rack that sprays wax?"
"That would be nice..." Sunstreaker said, just picturing it. Sideswipe moaned in a worried manner.
"Well, on with it. We have better things to do," whined Gears.
Sunstreaker started to smile again. "Prowl can't have sex!"
Some gasped, but everyone burst into laughter. "Prowl, not interface?"
"Now THAT'S news to me," chuckled Powerglide.
"Even Ratchet banned him from it! He can't interface!" Sunstreaker balked. Laughter filled the room again. Sideswipe giggled a bit.
Ironhide walked in. "Hey, what's so funny?"
"Prowl can't interface!" Powerglide laughed.
"What?" Ironhide asked, concerned.
Everyone just laughed. "We knew he was an emotionless workaholic...but...he can't interface? That's hilarious!" said Gears.
"Where did ya hear that?" Ironhide asked.
"Sunstreaker told us!"
"The twins!" Ironhide growled. Sideswipe stopped laughing and tried to get away.
"Hey it's true Ironhide, we heard it from Ratchet." Sunstreaker said.
He growled and grabbed Sunstreaker by his vent tip. "I don't care where you heard it from. It ain't yer business to spread that around!" Sideswipe gulped and turned to run.
"I-I...I told you not to, Sunny!" Suddenly Ironhide quickly took a hold of Sideswipe's scruff bar before he could get away. "I...I had nothing to do with it! I told him not to! I swear!"
"But ya still let it happen."
"You try shutting Sunny up!"
'You are going down with me bro' Sunstreaker linked with a glare.
'Not if I can help it! I WARNED you!'
Ironhide then looked at the Autobots in the rec room. "And you lot don't be too hard on Prowl."
"Why not? It's fun to get a laugh, especially when it's not me," said Gears.
"Please Gears! He'll be devastated! You can't!" whined Sideswipe.
"Why not, Prowl's a sparkless mech." Huffer added.
"No he's not!"
"Hmm, I'm startin' ta believe ya, Sides. Yer stickin' up for Prowl." With that, Ironhide let go of Sideswipe's scruff bar. "YOU on the other hand," he growled at Sunstreaker.
Sunstreaker grumbled. "Aw come on Ironhide, where's the fun?" said another Autobot.
Bluestreak was trying to find the other Autobots for the game and heard the whole thing. He didn't like what others said about Prowl. "It ain't fun hurtin another bot and usin' 'em for yer amusement. Yer going right back to the brig..."
"No please...don't separate us again..." pleaded Sideswipe.
"...Well...what else can I do? I hate ta punish you too, but how' he gonna learn?"
"I'll take care of it," Bluestreak said as he walked up. "Sunstreaker, YOU should help Prowl coach our game."
"Yeah...thanks Bluestreak," Sideswipe sighed in relief.
Ironhide smirked. "That's a great idea. YOU, help Prowl coach! Sideswipe, Bluestreak, make SURE he gets there."
"What?" Sunstreaker said in shock "Are you kidding me! Dirt could get on my paint!"
"Nope," Ironhide smirked as he walked away.
'Shut up, Sunny! I don't want to be separated from you! If you keep at it, you'll be thrown in the brig without me!' Sunstreaker began to mumble again as the two started to lead him outside.
Soon, everyone was gathered for the big game. Prowl was surprised when Sideswipe brought Sunstreaker over to him. He had been forcefully painted in black and white stripes. "What's going on?" Prowl asked, confused.
Sideswipe took a deep breath. "My BROTHER told some of the other bots that you can't interface... We overheard you, Jazz, and the doc bot talking... Ironhide found out Sunny told. I didn't want to be separated from him. It's torture! So... So he's going to help you ref the game as punishment."
This started to scare Prowl. "Tell who...?"
"...E-Everyone...I'm so sorry Prowl. I tried to stop him. I tried to tell him..."
Sunstreaker rolled his eyes. 'Goody two-shoes bot...'
Prowl sadly lower his optics to the ground. "...I see..."
"I told the others not to tell! Ironhide told them not to make fun of you either... I... I didn't want to tell..."
"Geez Sides! You're making me out to be the bad guy!" Prowl still looked upset. He heard what others say about him when they think he couldn't hear them. Sunstreaker saw how hurt he was. "...H-hey... Listen I..." He made his way over to Prowl. "I...I thought it was funny. I really didn't mean for it to go that far...I... I didn't realize it'd make ya feel this bad..."
"I know they call me sparkless..." Prowl whispered softly to himself. Now Prowl wasn't feeling up to it to do this anymore. He was afraid of what the Autobots will be thinking during the game. Afraid that they would still think he was a sparkless jerk.
Sunstreaker felt bad now. "Hey...you're not sparkless. Who cares if they say you are? I know a lot of awful things the others say about me. I don't let it get to me."
"..."
"C'mon, Prowl... Who cares what the others think? I sure don't," Sunstreaker said as he put an arm on his shoulder. Jazz and Bee was setting up things on the other side of the playing field when Jazz felt the sorrow coming from Prowl from their bond.
"Looks great, Bee. I'm gonna go check on Prowl before we start."
"Okay Jazz."
Jazz went over. "What's wrong baby?"
"He thinks everyone thinks he's sparkless." said Sideswipe.
"Why would ya think that, Prowler?"
"I don't think...I know..." Prowl said sadly.
"What do you mean?"
"He cares about what a few Autobots say..." Sunstreaker huffed.
"I...I don't think I can do this Jazz..." Prowl said.
"Of course you can. What, you think the other bots are gonna be talkin' about ya the whole time?"
"..." Prowl's door wings lower a bit.
Jazz hugged him. "It's okay... Whatever Sunstreaker did... I'm sure he's sorry."
"...I-It's not just that..."
"What, baby?"
Sunstreaker rolled his eyes. "Oh for Primus sakes! You're really worried about what a few Autobots say about you? Really?"
Prowl sighed sadly. "...E-Excuse me..." he said as he headed back inside.
Sunstreaker ran over and grabbed him by the shoulder. "Oh no! You're not running away and crying like a sparkling about it! Grow up! Who slaggin' cares! You let things effect you too much! The Pit with what everyone says! You listen to me! It's not worth it!" Sideswipe smiled a bit. His brother was actually sticking up for Prowl. He was actually thinking of someone other than himself for once. Prowl just stood there, not moving, not even turning his head to look at Sunstreaker. Prowl suddenly felt the change of temperature in his doorwings. It felt like it did before the thunderstorm.
Starscream snickered from a few yards away. "That's good, Thundercracker, Skywarp. Keep it up. Megatron wants the beset storm you can come up with."
"Are you sure this is what Soundwave found out?" Skywarp asked.
"Yes. It's hilarious! Of all things for that puny Autobot to fear, an earth storm! Ha ha ha ha ha!"
Sunstreaker growled. "FINE! Be that way! I'm going to go wash this referee paint job off." Prowl's frame suddenly started to shake a bit. Prowl just didn't like the feeling he was getting from his doorwings.
"Prowler?" Jazz asked as he came over to him. Sunstreaker noticed the change in attitude too. He also felt and saw the storm coming.
"Oh great... Just what he needs now... Thank you, you stupid mudball of a planet!" Sideswipe came over to Prowl and Jazz too.
"Well think of it this way Sunny, the rain will get the paint off." Sideswipe said.
Sunstreaker rolled his eyes. "I don't care about that right now." Sideswipe smiled.
"Aww, you do care about others."
"DUH! C'mon, Prowl. Let's get you inside. I know you don't like storms. It's okay."
"Add some lightening! Let's get this storm going full force! I want to see him crumble before we capture him!"
"They don't call me Thundercracker for nothing, Screamer."Thunder and lightening began to thrash about the sky. Prowl's frame started to shake more.
"Easy, cop bot. Nothing's gonna happen. Me and Jazz here aren't going to let the lightening hit you."
"It's gonna be okay. It's just the nature of this planet, kay?" added Sideswipe.
Bumblebee was a bit confused. "I'm sure Spike told me there wasn't going to be a cloud in the sky today..." he said. He sighed as the storm intensified. No rain fell. "Well guys, I guess the game's cancelled! Who knows what this storm will do!"
"Come on Prowler," Jazz said gently "Let's get ya nice and safe inside the Ark."
Thunder and lighting thrashed through the sky around him. He froze. "Don't stop Prowl, come on." Sideswipe said. He didn't respond, just stood there shaking.
Starscream laughed as his brothers kept the storm going. "This can't be a normal storm..." said Ratchet. "It was too sudden, even on this unpredictable planet."
"Yeah, and there's no precipitation. There's usually precipitation or some form of moisture. Somethin' ain't right," said Wheeljack. Jazz, Sideswipe, and Sunstreaker was trying their best to make Prowl move.
"Geez, Prowl. Let's go!" huffed Sunstreaker.
"Yellin' won't make him feel any safer. C'mon baby. It's alright."
Thunder and lightening crashed near them. "Attack him now! Aim to capture!"
"Right!"
"Decepticons!" one of the other Autobots shouted when they spotted the seekers.
"I knew it!" yelled Ratchet.
"Everyone! Attack!" Wheeljack called out. Jazz knew he need to get his mate inside the Ark.
"Not so fast!" Starscream cried as he made a lightening strike right in front of Prowl. He quickly followed it with his null ray. Prowl stayed frozen to his spot in fear. Jazz, Sideswipe, and Sunstreaker had fallen unconscious from the null ray.
"Oh no! Prowl! He's about to be captured by Starscream!" cried Bumblebee.
"Ha ha ha ha! This is way too easy! Ha ha ha ha!" laughed Starscream as he took Prowl and threw him onto his back. Prowl's processor was still in a fog of fear. He only held tightly to Starscream, not caring who his savior was. Starscream only laughed harder as he flew off. He joined his brothers and the three flew out of sight back to headquarters. The nasty weather left with them. It was then the Autobots realized their horrible trick.
"No! We're too late!" Ratchet growled. He muttered Cybertronian curses under his breath. Wheeljack put his arms around him.
"I know, Ratch, I know. We'll get him back. Everything will work out."
"He's not battle ready! Who knows what could happen to him at their hands!"
"Calm down, love. We'll save him, like we always do whenever the 'Cons take a prisoner. That's why we're the good guys. Cheer up," he said as he nuzzled against him. When Jazz woke up, he was shocked and scared when he couldn't see Prowl anywhere.
"Prowler! Prowler where are ya!"
"He was captured by the Decepticons!" Bumblebee cried out worriedly. This made Jazz even more worried about his mate.
"No! He's scared! Scared and alone..."
"Everyone calm down. What happened here?" asked a familiar voice.
"The Decepticons made a fake storm and took Prowl!" Bumblebee said as he raced over to where Optimus stood.
"...Megatron... Using a person's fear against them..." he said angrily as his fist clenched.
"We got to get Prowl, Prime." Jazz said.
"We will, Jazz," he said with a soothing hand on his third in command's shoulder. "Ironhide! You're coming with me and Jazz!"
Ironhide ran over from where he was. "Sure thing, Prime."
Meanwhile, Starscream and his brothers brought Prowl back to base. Prowl wouldn't let go of Starscream as he walked up to Megatron. "Ugh! Get off me!" Prowl was still in his fog like fear as he clung onto Starscream. "Get off!" Megatron laughed.
"You make a fitting comfort, Starscream. -laughs evilly- Such a pleasing sight. See if you can COAX him into a cell. I'll have Soundwave get ready to interrogate him." Starscream sneered. "If you aren't careful, I'll give YOU something to be just as afraid of..."
Starscream did as told. He forced Prowl off of him and tossed him into a cell. "You'll have more to fear than a stupid earth storm...believe me," he smirked. With that he left Prowl alone in the cell. Prowl slowly became aware of his surroundings as he realized there was no storm. He was also in a Decepticon cell. How did he get there?
It was the storm! They had used the storm and his weakness to capture him. "...I...I'm weak... I...I couldn't even...defend myself..." He curled in on himself. He was alone in a cell. He needed Jazz, wanted Jazz. He needed his love to forget the fear. He needed his bondmate to give him strength. He closed his optics tight, trying to not to cry. He can't show THAT to the 'Cons. Try as he might, with his lonely spark crying out in pain, he could not control it. Just as coolant started to fall down his cheeks is when he heard the familiar laugh of Megatron before him.
"...You finally break... It's the most beautiful sight to me... Your logic has failed you and you've lost control... How does it feel to be at your lowest point, Autobot?"
"...Y-You're l-lower than scum...Megatron..." he sniffled.
"Your opinion of me does not matter. I only want to see you fall and take all the information you have. I want the pleasure of making you useless and using all I've taken from you to used against your friends. Ha ha ha ha ha!" With that, he left. Soundwave came into view as Megatron's footsteps faded.
"Ravage, engage Autobot," he said as he opened the cell door. Prowl tensed, ready for Ravage to hurt him. He was surprised when the black panther cassette sat in his lap and nuzzled against him. He looked confused at Soundwave. "Do not believe in exploiting weaknesses. Have honor."
Ravage nuzzled his head against him again. "...Wh-why...?" Prowl sniffled. "Y-You're just...going to...interrogate me...anyway..."
"Will not condone use of emotion to weaken foe. Have honor. Believe in methods of combat, not psychological warfare."
"...W-Why do this for Megatron...?"
"Loyalty. Megatron powerful. Do not agree with all methods. Loyal to Decepticons."
"...I-I see..."
"Will not interrogate until stable." Ravage growled to be petted. Prowl was unsure as he slowly, with a trembling hand, reached towards Ravage. "Ravage obeys. Will not harm until ordered."
"...I-I understand..." Prowl's frame was still shaking a bit from fear and also cause his body was still healing. Ravage slowly started to purr under Prowl's touch. Soundwave dispatched Lazerbeak and Buzzsaw to make sure unwanted optics weren't watching. He stroked Lazerbeak on the head as he perched on his shoulder. Prowl was still surprised on how Soundwave was different then the other Cons. Lazerbeak flew off and surveyed the area again. Buzzsaw landed on Soundwave's shoulder where his twin had been. Soundwave stroked his head too. Prowl was slowly calming down.
"Autobot stable?"
"A bit, yes..." Prowl said.
Lazerbeak squawked as he landed on Soundwave's other shoulder. "Lazerbeak detected Megatron. Must interrogate." Ravage whined and looked sadly at him. Soundwave sighed. "Megatron coming quickly. Create compromise. Ravage, pin Autobot, hold arm in mouth. Stage attack." Prowl was a bit surprised at this. He was pinned to the floor and Ravage put a few minor scratches on his chest. He grabbed a tight hold of Prowl's arm with his mouth and gnawed on it. He fired his hip cannons to create a battle scene. "Ravage, grab neck. Do not use excessive force." Buzzsaw helped the situation by nibbling on Prowl's door wings. Prowl winced a bit. "Autobot, follow plan." Prowl nodded, knowing that he needed to act a lot more injured than he was. Megatron's footsteps could be heard coming to the cells. Prowl started to scream.
Megatron grinned as he came into view. "Yes...music to my audios. Your cassettes are quite a useful method."
"Autobot will surrender information," Soundwave commanded with a nod as Ravage tightened his grip just a bit. Lazerbeak started nibbling on Prowl's other door wing.
"N-Never..." Prowl winced and screamed more.
"Autobot cannot survive. Surrender information," Soundwave commanded a bit more forcefully. He nodded at Ravage and with a final scream, Ravage nibbled a cable to send Prowl into stasis.
Megatron smirked. "Good job, Soundwave. This is why I leave the interrogating to you," he said happily. "Get all the information you can from him. Then dispose of him." He laughed evilly as he left.
"Yes Lord Megatron."
Soundwave nodded at his cassettes and they released Prowl. He went inside and knelt down next to Prowl. He pet Ravage on the head. "Good." He took out a cord and linked it into Prowl's helmet. "Must obey," he said as he took all of Prowl's data from him. He sorted through it and organized it into categories and level of importance. He pulled out the cord and took Prowl into his arms. Ravage pawed at him. He looked down at him. "Must obey. Will dispose of." Ravage nodded and followed Soundwave out of the cell. Soundwave sent out a hidden message to Optimus Prime, laced with code so Megatron could not detect him. He knew the Autobots were looking for Prowl. He made his way to the disposal section of the Decepticon base. He made sure the Autobots were coming before carefully lying Prowl on a pile of scrap. "Ravage, Lazerbeak, Buzzsaw, come." The cassettes followed him away. He recalled them inside and ran to the Command Center. "Megatron! Autobot distress signal! Autobots incoming!"
"Did you get the information in time Soundwave?"
"Information from Autobot secure."
"Good. At least we were able to retrieve something valuable before his signal went off."
"Autobot disposed of. Autobots rescue futile."
"All they will have of their second in command is a pile of scrap! An empty shell! Mwahahahahaha!"
The Autobots slowly near the Decepticon base. Jazz could feel a faint pain coming from his bonded. He growled. "If they killed him..."
"Easy, Jazz. We have to go in calm and collected."
"I'll decide if he's dead or not," said Ratchet. He had come along as well. Jazz nodded worriedly.
"Autobots, inside," Optimus directed as they crept into the base.
"Decepticons! Intruders! Attack!" cried Megatron as they entered the halls. The Autobots and the Decepticons started to fight. "Why do you bother fighting Prime! He's dead and useless! I've taken the information I need!"
Soundwave shot at Jazz and Ratchet. He nodded at them. 'He's alive Jazz. I just know it. For some reason, Soundwave is helping us.' Soundwave shot a high pitched disrupter wave towards them. As he disable their audios and their ability to fight back, he also sent a holographic location of where Prowl was.
Ratchet and Jazz fought against his attack as they made their way down the hall. Soundwave fired at them to keep the battle going. Ironhide and Optimus fought with the other 'Cons, keeping Megatron busy. '...My audios...-winces- Wh-why...do you think...he's helping us Ratch?'
'I'm not sure. At least he IS helping us. Let's use that to our advantage. Come on, down this way and through a coded door.'
"Your rescue is futile," Soundwave said as he fired a shot that missed.
' Is that a good enough answer, Jazz?'The black and white nodded as they came to the coded door. Soundwave fired at it to open it. The two hurried inside. The compactor had just started to activate, pushing trash into the incinerator. An arm started grabbing trash around Prowl and throwing it into the fire. Soundwave started firing randomly to make it look like a fight. Jazz raced towards his mate. He grabbed a hold of him and rolled out of the way just as the arm grabbed trash from where they had been. "Let's get out of here before we become cubes of scrap!"
"Ya don't have to tell me twice!"
They ran out before the walls pounded the trash together. Soundwave nodded his head towards a short cut out. "Next time will not help."
"We understand. We appreciate your help."
"Autobots leave. Will be forced to terminate."
"Let's go Jazz." He nodded, taking one last look at Soundwave. They met up with Optimus and Ironhide still fighting. "We got Prowl!"
"Autobots! We have what we came for! Let's go!" Ironhide blasted a few more Decepticons before they all transformed and headed back to base.
Once they got back to base, Ratchet and Jazz went straight to the medical bay with Prowl. Jazz watched worriedly as Ratchet laid him down and started examining him. "...Very odd... There's hardly any injuries. There's a few bit marks and scratches from Soundwave's cassettes, but nothing serious. Why would he protect him like that?"
"Maybe Soundwave had a change of spark, since he was helping us."
"...Maybe... Or maybe he just has more honor than Megatron. He didn't take advantage of Prowl's emotional state."
"But he warned us. Next time he won't hesitate to knock us offline or send us to the Matrix."
"As helpful as he was, he's still a Decepticon. He's loyal to Megatron whether we like it or not. Blast it! He stole a lot of data from Prowl."
"But he's still okay?" Jazz asked.
"Yeah. These repairs won't take long at all." Prowl slowly moan as he slowly came online. He slowly opens his optics to see the familiar orange color of the Ark ceiling.
"Hey Prowler," smiled Jazz.
Prowl smiled a bit at his mate. "Jazz..." Prowl reached towards his mate. "S-Soundwave..."
"We know Prowl."
"I still don't understand why he helped us," Ratchet said as he gently eased out the beak marks from Prowl's door wings.
"H-He..."
"Go on Prowl. Explain it for us. Don't push yourself though." Prowl nodded and started to tell them. Jazz was speechless. "I had a feeling it was something like that," said Ratchet. "At least SOME of them aren't as rutheless." Prowl nodded a bit. Jazz smiled.
Prowl looked sad. "I still...wasn't strong enough to...protect myself..."
"It's alright, love. You did well. You're still not completely healed, Prowler. It wasn't your fault."
"It was an under handed tactic for them to use your fear against you," added Ratchet. Prowl sighed sadly.
"It's alright, Prowler. Everyone's afraid of something."
"B-But earth weather...?"
"It's not that you're afraid of a silly little rainstorm. You're afraid of lightening and the situation. You're afraid of getting hurt again. It's alright." Prowl sighed sadly again. Jazz caress Prowl's face plate. Prowl closed his optics and reached out a hand to Jazz.
"Love ya Prowler," he said softly.
"Y-You too..."
Jazz smiled and kissed Prowl on the helm. "Sweet dreams, Prowler." He only nodded and easily drifted off into recharge. Jazz smiled as he still holds Prowl's hand.
"You're welcome to stay if you want Jazz."
"Ya sure I won't been in ya way Ratch?"
"No. You won't. I'm almost done."
"Okay." Ratchet smiled as he put a special solution on Prowl's scratches. Jazz stayed by Prowl's side and watched Ratchet.
"There, all done. Now, all we have to worry about is the damage Sunstreaker has done."
"What did he do now?" Jazz asked "To me it looked like he was trying to help Prowler out there."
"Well, he and Sideswipe overheard us talking. Sunstreaker thought it was funny so he told everyone."
"Primus..." Jazz said with a sigh.
"Sideswipe confided in me before we left."
"So that's why Prowler was so sad before the seekers decided to drop in."
Ratchet nodded. "Sideswipe will straighten his brother out." Jazz nodded.
"...Do...do you think he'll get better or will he always be afraid?"
"Don't know, Jazz," Ratchet said. "Who knows if Prowl will even allow sessions with Smokescreen. It's up to him. Everyone is afraid of something. Some people just don't have the psychological power to overcome them. I know how to fix physical problems."
"I know..." Jazz said with a sigh.
"You can try asking Prowl. It's his decision if he wants to talk with Smokescreen."
"I could..."
"It's worth a try." Jazz nodded a bit.
He watched Ratchet finish up Prowl's injuries. "I'll ask 'im when he wakes up."
Ratchet nodded and started cleaning everything up. "Give him time and support."
"I will Ratch." He cleaned off his hands and went back into his office. Jazz watched him leave before looking back at Prowl. He sighed before sitting on the nearest empty berth to watch him. Jazz was worried about his bonded, not only for his mate's physical heath. After a few moments of watching him sleep, Jazz smiled to see Prowl's optics blink open.
"...Jazz...?"
"Hey baby." Prowl smiled a bit. Jazz stood up from the berth he was sitting in and came over to Prowl. He extended a hand to help Prowl down. Prowl lean into his mate. Jazz smiled. "Ya want to be carried again or what?" Prowl shook his head. "You just miss me that much? You've only been asleep for a joor."
"I know..."
Jazz just sighed. "You're helplessly in love with me..."
"It's not that..."
"What's wrong, Prowler?"
"Nothing..." Prowl said as he nuzzled into his mate.
"Prowler..." Jazz started "Ratch suggested about talking to Smokescreen."
"About what? ...Oh..."
"It might help, Prowler." Prowl sighed. "It's okay to be afraid, everyone is. But if there's a way to face this fear and conquer it, don't you want that?"
"Yes but..."
"It's up to you, Prowler. I'm just giving you an option that might help."
"I-I'll...think about it..."
Jazz smiled. "Let's go back to our room." Prowl nodded. Jazz helped him off the berth and they walked back to their shared quarters.
Once in the room, Jazz led Prowl to their bed. Prowl collapsed on it with a sigh. Jazz joined him and put his arm around him. "Its okay, Prowler."
"...I don't know..."
"Whaddya mean ya don't know?" Prowl sadly look at the ground. "Prowler?"
"...It's nothing..."
Jazz cuddled close and held Prowl's face in his hands. "It's not nothin'. Look at me and tell me what's wrong."
"...I...I feel...helpless..."
"Prowler, ya not helpless."
"I...I'm weak...and afraid..."
"Prowler..." Jazz said as he carless his mate's cheek.
He leaned into the touch. "...I...I just..."
"Shh..." Prowl only sighed and closed his optics. He rested his head on Jazz's and let his presence calm him. Jazz smiled at his mate. Prowl fell asleep, lost in the love coming from Jazz.
