I'm sure everybody wanted to see this scene. Soundwave tells Prowl…

Chapter 25: Prowl's POV

My optics onlined to reveal the blurry image of my sparkmate's face. She smiled and ran her fingers along my cheek. "Welcome back to the land of the conscious."

I reached up to hold her hand. "How long was I out?"

"About eight hours, give or take." She checked her chrono briefly. "Seven hours, forty-eight minutes, and six seconds, to be exact. Feel better?"

"Yes. A slight processor ache, but that's all." I leaned against her arm as she helped me sit up. "Are you alright?"

Riella nodded. "Just a few cuts. First Aid did some work, and the self-repairs have already integrated the patches. I'm in good shape. And before you ask, Blaster, Red Alert, and Air Raid were the only others who needed to stay in medbay overnight. Everyone else was treated and released, or should I say kicked out."

"Then why are you still in here?" I looked for Ratchet or one of the other medics, but didn't see them. "Let me guess, you snuck back in after Ratchet went to rest?"

She smirked. "Maybe, maybe not."

"And maybe absolutely!" Ratchet yelled from somewhere in the back room.

I chuckled, and winced. "I guess he wasn't thrilled."

"No." Riella smiled and shook her head. "But he did say you're cleared to go now, as long as you don't do anything strenuous."

I slid cautiously off the berth, leaning on her shoulder for support. My gyros weren't fully working yet. "Define strenuous."

"Talking to the Twins." She laughed as we stepped into the hall.

"I hope talking to me doesn't come under that heading."

"Soundwave?" I turned to see the former Decepticon standing with his arms crossed. "I doubt it would. Why?"

Riella nudged my side. "I think we should go sit down before he tells you."

That alone was enough to tell me this was going to be interesting. Once we reached my office, I sat down with a sigh. "Alright, who did what and why?"

"Well…" Soundwave hesitated. "Let me put it this way. My son, your daughter, clear signs of romantic attraction, nothing I can think of to do about it."

Hyperjump. Skystorm. Attracted. While I was unconscious. "What."

"Don't worry," Riella said quickly. "Nothing has happened between them that we know of."

That we know of. Attracted. "What."

"Uh-oh…" Riella grabbed my shoulder. "Prowl, hey, try not to – "

DOES NOT COMPUTE. DOES NOT COMPUTE. DOES NOT COMPUTE.