I just happened to like the idea of bondmates finishing each other's sentences while using the bond. Yep, it irritates everyone when they do that. ;)

Chapter 20: Prowl's POV

I ducked as the Driller slammed into the concrete just behind me, one cable swiping across my shoulder as it disappeared. I spun to yell back to Colonel Lennox. "Incoming! Watch your left!"

Riella landed beside me, her blades stained with energon and dust and her optics overly bright. I could feel that her shoulder and side wounds were hurting her more than she had let on to Ratchet, but her voice showed no pain.

"We need to do something, and we have to do it now!" She gestured for Wheeljack to join us. "'Jack, what have you got?"

Wheeljack ducked and rapidly shot back at a Decepticon drone. "Why? You already took out half the side!"

I could follow her line of thought with no trouble, even while dodging gunfire. "Damaging it wasn't enough. It needs to be – "

"– Completely blown up! Now!" Riella finished. "We need some kind of explosive. You're the – "

"– Expert in that department. Any ideas?" I winced at the scream from a human caught in the Driller's latest attack. Sideswipe and Sunstreaker were already lunging toward it. "Shockwave's – "

"– Going to tear us apart if we don't do something." Riella spun and sprinted toward the twins, shouting over her shoulder, "Find a solution!"

Wheeljack shook his helm, almost absentmindedly smashing in the helm of another drone. "I hate it when you two do that! Can't you shut off the bond while talking out loud?"

"No," I snapped, dropping to the ground to avoid a slash from one of Shockwave's cables and slicing it off once it was past me. "Explosive, now!"

He pulled something from subspace. "It's experimental, but it's high-power. If we can attach it to the control panel – "

"The whole thing blows." I nodded. "Let's go!"

Riella had picked up the whole plan, and I saw her call to Sideswipe, then point to us. He transformed and sped toward our position. "Prowl!" Wheeljack yelled, gesturing. "The drill's gonna have to wait! We've got scout jets incoming!"

I had just enough time to look up and see the guns powering. Slag. A second later I was slammed into the ground hard enough to shatter the concrete, my helm spinning as it hit the ground. I could hear someone yelling, but not what they were saying. My gyros were completely out of sync; I couldn't even get up.

"Prowl! Hey, get the slag up!" Wheeljack was practically screaming in my face. "I'm blocked off from the Driller! Need your help!"

"..Unh…Can't get up," I rasped. "Sides. Get it to him."

Wheeljack shook his head – no doubt thinking I was crazy to give Sideswipe, of all mechs, an explosive – but stood up, looked at the incoming fighter, flicked a switch on the bomb, and yelled, "SIDESWIPE! Catch!"

Well, that was definitely not what I had in mind.

Exactly 62 seconds later, a massive explosion shook the ground around me, sending everything within 100 yards flying. High power, my aft, I thought as my processor finally shut down from the blow and my optics went offline. That was at least nuclear grade…