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A/N: Sorry I haven't updated thisin a while, my life has been crazy lately, hence the lack of writing. Also I found this one particuarly hard to write. And then to top it off, My computer is not allowing scripts to work, making the uploading practically impossible. Anywho, enough whinging, here is the next (extremely short - sorry about that!) chapter...
It was silent in the medbay when Barricade woke after his fifth (and judging by the aches and pains, the most extensive) session of surgery.
"'Bout time you woke up. Thought 'm the one who was s'posed ta be dead."
With what seemed to be an amazing feat, Barricade turned his head to face the silver mech lying on the other berth, facing him.
The silver mech continued, "I mean, 'm about ta go crazy lying here all by myself. Need someone ta talk to."
"I see. I am just here for you amusement then?" Barricade asked Jazz wryly.
"Yep." Jazz paused before continuing, "Though I could get all mushy and say thanks and how you are such a selfless mech and – "
"Alright, alright! Enough!"
Jazz's smile dropped of his face. "Seriously though, thanks man."
Barricade squirmed obviously, and said in a gruff voice "No big deal."
"Uh huh. Have your insides and outsides ripped of your body and put onto another mech you have never met is definitely 'no big deal'," Jazz replied sarcastically.
The two sat in silence for a while, the tension tangible.
"Prowl's coming" Barricade finally spoke.
"I know," a sappy grin adorned Jazz's faceplates, "He's landing in about an hour, apparently," he continued, seeming to get more energised by these news, his optics taking on a wistful gleam. Barricade remained silent.
After a few moments silence, Jazz turned to the other mech and asked, "Don't ya wanna see Prowl?" confused at the reaction of the other mech.
"What will he think of me?" Barricade asked Jazz nervously, in a small voice (well a small voice for a Cybertronian anyway.)
"What will he…?" Jazz trailed of and stared incredulously at the other mech, "Ya know when I first saw ya on the battle field, I was amazed at your fighting skills. When we were back in our quarters, I told Prowler how awesome ya were. Then I changed ta how we need ta kill ya."
Barricade moved his optics onto Jazz who was looking at the ceiling, lost in his memories. "That is the only time Prowl hit meh hard and fast enough ta not only catch meh off-guard, but also send meh flying. He walked up ta meh with such fury in his optics, for the first time an' only time I was petrified of him. "'Never say that about my little brother,' he told meh in a quiet whisper filled with such a terrifying rage, 'Don't say that about him, ever.'" Barricade could see the blatant shiver passed though Jazz at the memory.
The room was so silent, you could have heard a pin drop.
"Then what happened?" Barricade asked timidly, almost fearing the answer.
"Oh, he stormed off ta his office and locked himself in, leaving meh ta recharge alone." Jazz answered promptly, amusement in his tone. "After many attempts, he finally began talking ta meh again. I finally wheedled out of him who you were." Jazz finally looked Barricade in the optics, "Don't worry Barricade, your brother loves ya. He may yell at you, but that will be because you are lying on that berth injured.
Jazz grinned at himself, "I reckon he will yell at meh the most. I died, and it was only through the help of his little brother that I survived, and said brother has become berth-ridden in the process."
Barricade remained silent.
After a few moments silence, Jazz spoke again, "He told meh about Jammer."
Barricade jerked and looked at Jazz with startled optics, "What?"
"He told me. He told meh he didn't get why ya didn't defect then. He told meh how he used ta have ta look after ya two, getting the both of ya out of trouble. Trouble the two of ya would have got into because ya were so close, pulling pranks and breaking rules together. He always wondered what Megatron had on ya, that would makes ya stay a Decepticon."
"He threatened to deactivate him."
"Who, Prowl?"
"No. The youngling. I had to stay. I could not let him deactivate the youngling."
"Bee?" Jazz asked, his surprise evident in his tone, "Ya were staying ta protect Bumblebee?"
Barricade's gaze returned to his hands, "Prowl must hate me. I've wounded so many Autobots, just to –"
"Protect our youngest Cybertronian, who represented hope ta so many of us?" Jazz interrupted. "Bumblebee here … well, he is the heart of the Autobots, without him, we'd be lost. Ya have no idea how many of us would have given up if it wasn't the image of a youngling in our midst. Reminding us of the reason we were fighting in the first place."
The doors to the medbay opened noisily as a black and white mech stormed in. Once he had reached the two patients, he stood between the berths and crossed his arms, optics on both the berth-ridden mechs.
For a moment there was silence, as the occupants of the two berths stared back nervously at the glare that spoke vehemently of disappointment and disapproval.
Then in perfect synchronisation the berth-ridden mechs pointed to each other, "It was his fault!"
The mech stood silently as the other two seemed to cringe away from the venomous glare he was sending them.
It took the two of them a few minutes before the shaking of the mechs frame betrayed Prowl's laughter.
So Prowl finally makes an appearance...
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