Alright here it is a part you all have been wanting, Sam and Prowl are going to be alone. I bet I know what you all want to happen. Ya nasties look at you sitting there reading this just waiting for me to stop talking just so you can see Sam ravaged by Prowl! Well who am I to not give you what you want, hell I want it too.
So lets get to the story and see if it goes that way.
Sam looked down at his watch and found it only a minute before eleven thirty, he had only been waiting a few minutes but even that felt like forever. He wasn't sure what to expect from his talk with Prowl. He hoped at the very least that he would be able to find out why he seemed so interested in him. The sound of an approaching car caught his attention and Sam looked down at his watch again.
'11:30, right on time.' He thought as he watched the police car pull up in front of the building.
Again he had a moments panic when he saw the black and white of the police car his mind dragging him back to his run in with Barricade. But it passed quickly as he saw 'To serve and Protect' instead of 'To punish and Enslave.' Letting out his held breath he watched as the car broke apart and rearranged its self into the form of the Second in command. He looked over the metallic being and couldn't help but admire the way he looked in the dark of the night.
With the shadows blending in with the black sections of his armor it looked like he could disappear at any moment, and from what he had seen so far Sam was sure that he could do that without the cover of the night.
"Good evening Sam." Prowl said as he looked down on the boy.
"Hey Prowl... Did you have a good patrol?" He asked nervously.
Prowl began to walk past Sam and to the building behind him.
"As well as could be expected." He said opening the door to the building.
He stepped inside the dark room past the door and Sam wasn't sure if he should follow or not.
"If you wanted to keep talking with me you might want to come inside." The voice drifted out of the doorway.
Sam hurried inside and made it in just as the door closed. It was pitch black inside and Sam was afraid to move anywhere for fear of falling over something or getting step on by accident. He didn't have to worry long since a moment latter several over head lights flicked on and the room was filled with light. He saw that the inside was bare of any personal items which left the room pretty empty. It was a shock to him, whenever he had been in Bumblebee's room he had found things that the scout thought where interesting or he had brought with him from his home planet.
To see that Prowl had nothing personal in his room made Sam feel a little sad. He didn't get time to dwell on it though since Prowl started moving around. He walked over to the far wall where several barrels where stacked and he brought one back to the middle of the room, he sat it down and pulled a large cloth out of one of his sub space pockets. He sat down next to the barrel and opened it which let the heavy smell of polish fill the room.
"You wanted to talk?" He asked Sam as he dipped on end of the cloth into the barrel and withdrew it covered in polish.
He started to methodologically rub it into the armor on his left arm, his optics focus intensely on the task.
"Do you always polish your self?" Sam asked.
Prowl nodded his head. "Who else would do it?"
"Would you like me to help?" Sam asked thinking that it would be a good way to break the very thick ice.
"It is a long and painstaking task that I don't think you would enjoy doing." He was told.
"I polish Bumblebee all the time." He told Prowl moving closer until he was standing in front of the sitting 'bot.
Prowl's optics lifted to look at him and he seemed to let out a sigh. He laid the cloth over his knee and reached back into his sub space and pulled out another cloth, this one much smaller. He handed it down to Sam.
"Thanks... where would you like me to start?" He asked.
Prowl seemed to think about it for a moment before he shifted his right leg into a position that brought all the armor into comfortable reach for Sam. Sam nodded and smiled up at Prowl only to see that he was back to looking at his arm. Dipping the rag into the barrel he pulled out the polish and began rubbing the metal on his leg with it. He found that the more he worked at it the more lose the knot in his stomach seemed to get. He had managed to get several plates of armor shinning before he stated talking again.
"So is this all you do after you get off?" Sam asked.
"Yes, the dust from the desert is not good to keep on our armor so I must remove it before I recharge." He said.
"Why don't you ask someone for help? You can't get all you your parts by your self." Sam said.
"There is no one I would ask to help with it." Was the answer.
"What about Jazz? I was told you guys where close." Sam said moving on to a large section of metal further up on the inside of the leg.
He heard the Prowl stop his polishing and he could feel the look he was giving him. He turned around and found that Prowl's optics where intense on him, but with an underling look of fear.
"Who told you that?" He demanded.
"B...Bumblebee... He said that you too where close and that you helped each other when you where stressed out but he didn't say anything more then that." Sam explained.
He was afraid that he had crossed some kind of line. But the thought left when he saw Prowl relax and go back to polishing, he had moved from the arm up to his shoulder and a section of his chest.
"We are close, we have known each other a long time and we share much together." He said.
"What kind of things do you share?" He asked.
This time it took a few moments for him to get an answer.
"We have fought together since the start of the war, we kept each other alive and our minds off of all that we had lost." Prowl said.
They feel back into silence for a time and Sam couldn't think of anything else to say. He kept making the armor on the leg shine and he had to keep moving along the inside of his leg in order to get more plates. He didn't even notice when he had reached the point where the leg attracted to Prowl's body but Prowl did.
His optics had been drifting from the cleaning he was doing to the boy, he followed his advance along his inner thigh and couldn't stop the shudder that went through him when Sam lightly passed over the plate covering his interface cable. He hadn't touched it full, just barley brushed up against it. The boy was so focused on what he was doing that he didn't know where he had placed himself. Prowl knew that he should stop the boy but the words where lost to him as once again Sam brushed up against the sensitive plate.
He was sure that Sam didn't know what he was doing but that didn't stop the growing pressure building behind his cod pice.
"S...Sam..." He managed to stutter out.
Sam stopped what he was doing when he heard Prowl stutter out his name. He looked up and saw that he had stopped cleaning himself and that his optics where fading in and out.
"Prowl!? Prowl what's wrong?" He asked worried.
When no answer came Sam started to get scared.
"Crap... Alright just hang on.... I'll go get Ratchet." He said and turned and started heading for the door.
He was forced to stop when a large black hand slammed down in front of him. He spun around and saw Prowl on his hands and knees, he was taking air into his vents quickly and blowing it back out just as fast. From the breeze that he could feel Sam could tell that he was working hard on cooling down his systems. Several minutes passed before Prowl seemed to return to normal and he moved his hand away from Sam and slowly stood back up. He didn't move very fast, his legs kept shaking under him.
"Prowl..." Sam began but was cut off.
"Sam.... I am sorry but I think it best you go now." He said.
Prowl opened the door and stood to the side giving Sam plenty of room to walk.
"But are you alright?" He asked. "I have never seen any of you guys act like that."
"I am fine Sam please go." He said more forcefully.
Sam didn't argue any more. He quickly walked out of the room and heard the heavy bang of the door closing. He wasn't sure what had just happened but he knew that it wasn't a good idea for him to stay where he was. He began to walk of in the direction of the building where he stayed. Unfortunately the base was very big so he knew that it would take him a while to get there, but he kept walking. He didn't run into anyone else while he walked, since it was almost midnight most of the base was asleep, there where only a few soldiers walking around making sure everything was alright.
He stopped for a moment to catch his breath so he sat down on a few crates that where near closed his eyes and slowly his breathing returned to normal.
"What's up Sam?"
He jumped at the sudden question and spun around wildly looking for the owner. His eyes fell on the sleek Pontiac Solstice behind the crate he was sitting on.
"Jazz!? Damn you almost gave me a heart attack." Sam hissed at him.
A laugh came form the speakers.
"Sorry didn't mean to scare ya." Jazz said with a laugh.
"What are you doing out here anyway? Shouldn't you still be in the med bay?" Sam asked once his heart stopped feeling like it would explode.
The car drove around so that it's grill was in front of Sam.
"Well Ratchet said that I was going to be able to leave in the morning so I figured a few hours early wouldn't hurt." He said. "But what about you? Why are you out so late?"
"I was talking with Prowl... or at least trying to." He said.
"Ah... How did it go? Where you able to keep him interested?" Jazz asked.
"I don't think so, I was helping to polish his armor and then something started to happen and when it was over he told me that I needed to leave." Sam said sighing.
"What happened?" Jazz asked.
"I don't know I was polishing a piece of metal on his leg and then I heard him stutter out my name, when I looked up at him his optics where fading in and out. I said I was going to go get Ratchet to try and help but when I walked away he slammed his hand down in front of me and kept me from leaving. Then after a while he went back to normal and told me to leave." Sam explained in one breath.
Sam looked over the silver car and saw that it was shaking slightly, he placed his hand on the hood but quickly pulled it away when he felt how hot it was.
"Jazz? Are you alright?" He asked.
A small grinding sound came from under the hood and was soon followed by the sound of Jazz's laughter coming from the speakers. Sam glared at the car and crossed his arms over his chest.
"What the hell is so funny?" He asked.
No answer came instead the drivers side door popped open inviting Sam to get in. Rolling his eyes Sam got in and Jazz turned around and started heading off in the direction that Sam had been walking. Soon he found himself standing in front of the building his room was in as Jazz drove off still laughing.
"What the hell was that about?" Sam asked himself.
He walked into the building and went up the stares to his room. He threw himself onto his bed and soon fell asleep questioning the sanity of the bot who just dropped him off.
Haha got ya! Sorry to be so mean and such a tease but its just too much fun ^_^ I had truly intended to have there big moment in this chapter but this came out instead. But I promise it will come and soon, like in the next chapter or so. So please stay with me just a little longer we are almost there.
You know what you have to do in order to see the next part.
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