I'm back! I have no excuse other than the fact that it's much easier to read fanfiction than it is to write it. That and most of my fanfiction was written before during or just after I was off work and school because of injury giving me all the time in the world to write.
Anyone have any suggestions for future chapters or other run ins with characters?
The passed few cycles had been; well he wasn't going to say they were the best, that would be illogical. They had been pleasant. The chain of command finally seemed to be established, there were no Decepticon attacks, he'd even been given the clearance to enter the security monitoring room by Red Alert. Yes, things finally seemed to be settling into place, even Jazz's earlier infatuation seemed to be wearing off, at least the Special Ops officer didn't feel the need to follow him or drop by his office for no valid reason any more.
Speaking of, his office was Prowl's destination of choice though his attention was mostly focused on a datapad in hand. Despite the fact that he was far too engrossed in his work to respond to one of the kind minibots who greeted him in the hall, the black and white's processors caught onto the subtle changes in his hall.
For starters the doors were…well upside down. Supporting this fact was the locking mechanisms locked beside each door which were also upside down. His progressed slow as he glanced back down the hallway, seeking to find the minibot and confirm that he was not the only one suffering from massive vertigo. Sadly whoever it had been was long since gone around the corner.
Keying the code for his office upside down with only minor difficult he carefully stepped over the ledge that would normally rest between the top of the door and the ceiling. He had to glance up when he entered, finding his desk and all other furnishings positions on what should have been the ceiling. A quick glance down proved said ceiling was beneath his feet.
It was illogical. Once could blame a loss of gravity, but that would not cause an effect like this. Besides they were on Cybertron. Who ever heard of an entire planet losing it's gravitational effect? The idea that it was just him, and he somehow was eluding gravity by walking on the ceiling didn't fit either. He certainly didn't have any magnetic abilities and definitely not on his feet which would allow him to cling to the ceiling. Besides he didn't feel as if he was standing upside down.
Thus far he'd managed to keep his processors cool, and kept them from locking up. Inwardly he was proud of himself for that accomplishment-he had thus far managed to avoid from glitching in front of his new crew. When Sunstreaker and Sideswipe entered his room, distinctly upside down, (or was it rightside up?) he began to worry.
When they both looked to him with shocked expressions and Sideswipe pointed with a shout of "What the frag are you doing on the ceiling?" It was at that point Prowl felt his logic center freeze up. The last fleeting thought he had concerned whether he would fall towards the ceiling or towards the floor.
He came to slowly, finding at first that he couldn't yet control his body and was forced to wait as his processors performed their usual self tests, said tests were always performed whenever he came out of recharge though normally they took only fractions of seconds. Now he found several breems had passed before he received the all clear.
Similarly this extra length of time didn't seem to particularly bother him, nor the over all drowsiness he felt as he slowly moved to push himself up. Optics onlining as he did he momentarily had to pause, doorwings fanned out as he tried to maintain his balance.
"Easy now Prowler…" The voice was soft and accompanied by a hand against his shoulder, helping to steady him as he sat. Vaguely he was aware that he was receiving sedatives via a small tube connecting to an Energon line in his arm. He was at least thankful for that, while it did make him groggy it kept him from feeling the ache in his processors from glitching rather spectacularly.
"Is he up?" A somewhat annoyed voice questioned and Prowl was able to focus on the medic's white and red paint job for a few seconds at the very least. "Mind explaining why you thought it'd be a good idea to keep a glitch like this secret?" His words were spoken with no care that the tone and pitch would upset already over taxed systems. Similarly Ratchet wasn't exactly gentle when he tilted the tactician's helm to poke and prod a bit.
"Come on Ratchet, go easy on him. He ain't lookin' to good." Jazz spoke up in the black and white's defense, the first time he'd willingly spoke to, or about Prowl since their brief disagreement.
"Fragger shouldn't have glitched then." Clearly, Ratchet was miffed at being uninformed about a potentially deadly medical condition. When Prowl had first glitched, upon first arriving at the base, the medic had just chalked it up to the wrench knocking a few circuits loose.
By this point, while still sluggish thanks to the wonderful sedatives in his system, Prowl was able to speak, "Forgive me for being created with a design flaw." It was as close to sarcasm as he was going to get.
"It's not the flaw I'm angry about, it's about not telling the CMO of the base you're stationed on!" The comment was punctuated by the medic tilting the black and white's helm to the opposite side, casing Prowl to fend off another wave of dizziness.
"Prime knew." He managed to growl out while waiting for the room to stop spinning.
"Slaggin' good that did. Had you stable before he knew what was going on."
Prowl resisted the urge to plant the palm of his hand against his faceplates. "Then I fail to see what the issue is." If Ratchet had things under control before Prime had managed to explain than it was doubtful he'd been in any real danger worth this….interrogation.
"We were worried Prowl." That came from the silver mech still standing at his side, still speaking in a softer tone for which the black and white was thankful. "Frag. The twins ran you half way across base to get you here. Had no idea what they'd done-thought they'd killed ya."
Finally setting his gaze on the visored mech a frown graced the doorwinger's features, "…What are you doing here? I thought you weren't associating with me?" To this Jazz did give a small grin and a glance to Ratchet. The medic must have had the black and white amped up pretty well on sedatives if he was jumping topics like this-and speaking of more personal matters no less.
"I'm not. Ya rubbed my pistons the wrong way with whatcha did ta 'Jack. But yer my friend too, and ya needed someone here for ya."
The black and white seemed to study the smaller mech for several seconds before shaking his head, deciding the other's explanation was not something he could, or wanted to understand at the moment. "Don't worry about me Jazz, I'm feeling much better now, besides I won't have nearly as much to do now!" That cheery comment came from a few berth's over where the scientist was half sitting up as he spoke. Only one light system on the side of his helm lit up and he was still missing one arm from the elbow joint down.
The comment was followed by a loud clang after which Wheeljack sported a new dent and seemed rather dazed for several seconds. It took Prowl a moment to realize the medic had hit the engineer with a tool, "What did I tell you about trying to get up? Frag it Wheeljack! Half your ball joints haven't even had time to align yet!" The white and red mech was in the process of stalking off to harass his other patient when Prowl made the mistake of speaking up.
"Ratchet, I do not believe physically and verbally abusing your patients is conducive to a healing environment." Another clang echoed in the medbay and it was at that point that Jazz decided it was best to just leave, quickly.