Title: Holding Out For A Hero Bonus Scenes #4

Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairings: Prowl, Flex, various others - some canon some not.
Warnings: Intimate acts between robots who use male pronouns to describe themselves hinted at, suggested and/or discussed.
Universe: WW and G1 mix
Disclaimer: I, in no way, shape, or form, own the Transformers© franchise or the characters it contains. They belong to Has/Tak.

Summary: Prowl wants to know why every discussion with Ops mechs turns into a talk about his berth activities.

HOFAH – Bonus Scene – Adult – Promotion

"See, I told you there was a lot more room for advancement in Tactical than in Special Ops. You've made Commander far quicker than I did and even quicker than Jazz."

"That is because promotion within Ops is well and truly earned and not based on the death of officers higher than you." Prowl answered Flex's cheerfulness with his normal calm.

"Now I know the Army has a tendency to promote any available chassis due to lack of skilled bots, but seriously Prowl, you don't honestly think that is the reason you're being promoted do you?"

"Well the possibility had crossed my processor."

"Prowl, I'm sure one vorn you will be a candidate for Head of Tactical, if not in one of the command slots directly under The Prime."

"Well I'm in no rush for anything higher than Unit Commander right now."

"That may be but for right now, you've been leading your unit without a Commander for how long now? You might as well have the rank to go with it and an XO to help out."

"I already have an XO. Ricket has been acting XO just as I have been acting Commander."

"Ricket? The Mini?"

"Yes."

"Huh. Good thing those twins of yours aren't in the unit. Word is they can be…difficult on the little guys."

"They are not my twins. Why does everyone in Ops call them that?" irritation slipping into Prowl's tone.

"Jazz."

"Why does that not surprise me? Anyway, it matters not. I haven't seen them in two mega-cycles. And with the new rank it would be improper to have them as berth partners."

Flex huffed. "Since when has difference in rank bothered an Ops mech? Ya know, I also told you at one time that you belonged in Tactical because you were going to be far too proper for the likes of us in Ops."

"Sorry."

Flex shook his head. "Oh Prowl, I'm not criticizing, just teasing and you may not have seen them, but I bet you have kept tabs on them. Yes?"

Prowl's mask slipped as he briefly looked like a youngling caught with an ill gotten energon goodie. "I might."

"Ha. They really do entertain your processor. Jazz did alright with that set up. Have you ever thanked him?"

"Not in so many words. And while we are discussing my berth activities, why is it everyone is so interested in how often I'm facing with them?"

"Everyone? I didn't know the whole base was talking."

"I misspoke. Why are all of Ops interested in my berth activities with Sideswipe and Sunstreaker?

"Maybe because out darling protégé caught himself a set of twins?"

"Now you are teasing."

"Well, twins themselves are rare, but you did something even rarer and caught them. That alone is enough to perk our interest."

"Mmmm."

"Because we care and you are much more relaxed after spending a joor with them." Flex tried again.

"Mmmm."

"Hey, there is nothing wrong with a good, no hooks attached, interface." Flex defended.

"Yes, I hear that all the time from you and Jazz."

Flex got serious. "Prowl we raised you. We claimed you as Special Ops and we hid nothing from you. You know that for us it's all about living life to the fullest. This war has continued for so long and it has changed much over the vorns as well. You know firsthand we in Ops have a better chance of ending up on the wall than we do surviving to see the war end. So we take the joys and pleasures when we can. We are now and always have been the dark spark of the Autobots. That's why we're our own entity. It's why we make our own rules, have our own traditions. It cannot be explained to an outsider. But we in Ops look after our own, and while you may be in Tactical you will always belong to us."

"Yes I understand all of that. What I don't understand is why you and Jazz specifically are so concerned about my interfacing habits?

"Or lack thereof." Flex muttered

"Flex."

"Prowl."

"Flex, please, there has to be something I am missing."

"And it's really confusing those over the top processors of yours right? Look Prowl, it's simple. Ops is about life and death. If you're not alive, then you're in the matrix. And you Prowl, specifically, are far too serious for your own health and those twins help with that. We can see it. Have you ever noticed that you carry yourself differently after you've been with them? More relaxed. More at ease. You're alive after being with them and not withered and dying under the burdens of wondering which bots are going to die this cycle because of your choices."

"Be that as it may, it is hardly proper for a Unit Commander to be interfacing with bots from the ranks."

"At this point they're not even in your unit. Why would your relationship be a problem?"

"Because it is not proper.

Flex sighed. "Did I mention that you are far too proper for your own good?"