When I woke up in Sari's bed the next morning I was alone. Until Sari rushed in, bursting the door open, gasping for air, apparently after running. "You've gotta come quick!! Bulkhead's hurt himself!!" Simple words such as 'I got out of bed and ran so fast my legs hurt like the pit' are the understatement of the centuary. I grabbed onto the sides of the door as I practically flew into the medbay.

"W-What happened?" I gasped out. Ratchet turned around, a stormy scowl on his face. That alone told me something terrible had indeed occured. My legs stopped giving in, and I ran forward, drop rolling out of the way to Bulkhead's side, where he lay silently sleeping with a large bandage around his eyes. I heard sirens outside. That must be the ambulance. The medics ran in and carried my gentle friend away. I suddenly began to worry. I subconsciously started to pace, and I paced and thought in such a focused manner that I could barely hear Optimus calling my name. But when I did, I snapped my head up so fast, I believe I resembled a startled deer.

"Prowl. Do you think you could talk to Bumblebee? He disappeared into his room when Bulkhead was escorted away, and hasn't been out since. Myself, Ratchet, and even Sari have attempted." I gave a small nod, and left the room without a word. I travelled to Bumblebee's room, and knocked onto the door.

"Bumblebee, it's Prowl." There was no reply. "Bumblebee, I'm going to enter the room."

"NO WAIT!!!" Came a yell from inside the room. There was the sudden scrambling for something, and then the cling of something small and metallic. Bumblebee quietly cursed, and then picked up the object with a scraping noise. He shoved something in some sort of drawer. "...You can come in now.."

I entered the room. It was a complete mess. There were objects broken. There were wood shavings on the floor. There were red splotches everywhere, and Bumblebee's right arm was bandaged. Quietly, and slowly, I shut the door, and then secretly locked it as I spoke.

"..Bumblebee, what have you done to your arm?" I slid the key into one of my pockets calmly, and un noticably.

"I hurt it earlier..." He said, looking away. I took another observing sweep of his room with my eyes. I noticed something like a broken vase, where there was a vast amount of blood. He must have punched it, and cut himself in the process. I sighed.

"Bumblebee, I--"

"Prowl..Could you just leave, please? ..I...Need some time." He asked. I noticed the slightly unknown serious tone in his voice. What had happened?

"Bumblebee, what happened?"

"I don't wanna talk about it..." Bumblebee said, taking a hold of something in his hand.

"Bumblebee.."

He snapped round in rage.

"I DON'T WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT, OKAY?!" He yelled. Taken aback, I unlocked and exited the room, but, before I left I quietly took a glance at him.

"You can always talk to me." I stated, then left, shutting the door silently. I spent the next few megacycles in my quarters, laying in my tree, one of my legs hanging off the thick branch I was seated on.

Several Earth days later, I had not slept, and I had not heard a peep out of Bumblebee. My arm was healed and I was free to do what I wished. But I was starting to get slightly hysterical about not the tension in the base. I actually had to leave at one point to walk it off. This was one of those times. I'd been walking for roughly four hours and I still didn't feel any better. So I turned back and walked for another hour to get back home. I opened the doors to find a de humanized Bulkhead standing around.

"Prowl!" He exclaimed. I felt like i'd been hit. One of his optics was slightly dimmer than the other.

"Bulkhead, are you alright??" I questioned, concerned, running up to him and staring up. He certainly was tall.

"Yeah i'm fine, buddy. Just had a little accident, that's all."

"What happened?"

"Bee accidentally hit me with a BB gun thing."

"Oh.."

He was quiet for a while, as if thinking over something, before he asked

"Where is the little guy anyway?" I gestured toward his quarters.

"He's been in his quarters ever since you've been gone."

"Hrrmmm.." He simply said, before adding "I better go see him" And he walked off. I can't decribe the relief I felt. I felt as if my days of stress had simply evaporated. And so the two boys were in the room for mega cycles. I had gone to sleep in my tree, and when I awoke I found the human version of Bulkhead standing looking into the tree.

"..Hello, Bulkhead." I greeted.

"Oh hey, Prowl. I didn't want ta disturb you."

"That's perfectly alright."

I jumped down from my high place in the tree through the branches, bringing several leaves down with me as I landed, right leg outstretched, left leg bent, arms out. I slipped into upright position.

"What do you need, Bulkhead?"

"Did you get worried about me, Prowl? Cause, everyone said you havn't slept for a while and stuff so.."

I arched my eyebrows slightly.

"I did miss you indeed, and I had not slept since you departed."

"Oh. Cool. Well, I'll tell you what you need to know. Ya can go and get de humanized now. Ratchet's lettin us all get our sparks back, finally, cause of all the harm we're gettin, so.."

"Oh, thank you, Bulkhead," I simply said, giving him a light smile.

"I'm stayin in my human form just to remember what it was like to be small for a while...Then i'm gonna get back into my old self, too."

I nodded.

"Well, see ya round, Buddy."

He left the room, and I suddenly felt a slight unhappiness grow over me. I'd gotten used to this human body. So, I hunted around for Sari's 'camera', and then used it and took pictures of my human form. I returned the camera to its original place, and then sat back in my quarters. I removed my visor, and looked into my beautiful brown eyes. I frowned. I placed the visor into the little case, and then stripped down into the original outfit I came out of the Humanizer in. I hung up the human uniform in my closet. I took a couple more deep breaths and felt my skin. I would miss it...I then left, frowning, to enter Ratchet's med bay. I found the mech (Yes, he'd been de humanized) standing, waiting.

"I thought i'd see you here, Prowl."

I gave him a slight smile. I sat down in the incredibly large chair, feeling an awful sense of Deja Vu. The cone came down over my body, and the large flash of bright white light came down. I took a breath, but then I felt my throat change slightly. I hurt quite a bit, shutting my eyes tight. When I opened them again, I could barely feel any more. I noticed my visor, and that i'd grown a lot larger. I was once again Prowl the Autobot. As the cone rose back up I stood, and turned to Ratchet. He gave me a knowing smile.

"Don't worry, kid, I'm keepin this thing. Just in case," He patted it. I let a small smile grace my faceplate, and I left. I felt so incredibly heavy, and slightly cold and empty. But then I remembered that this was how it was meant to be. My stabilising servos slightly dragged and clang upon the floor. I walked into the recreational room, where there was an Autobot Bumblebee seated on the couch. He stood up, suddenly, at my appearance.

"...Bumblebee, I.." I began, but he cut me off.

"Prowl, i'm sorry for throwing you out the other day. I was just real worried, that's all, y'know?"

"No, it's alright. I apologise for intruding in your privacy while you were incredibly concerned for Bulkhead."

Bumblebee grinned.

"That's okay. But you could play a game of Twister with me and let me win for once." There was a light hearted tone to his voice. I touched my faceplate.

"Alright."

And thus, the Twister game commenced.