AN: Well. That certainly got a response out of people. That was a record number of reviews for any chapter I've ever written. And you're right, poor Prowl. Even I felt bad for him. Of course, I knew what was coming from the very beginning. Does that make me evil? In any case it was nice to finally be able to write it. I hope I did it justice.
Before anyone gets too ahead of themselves I will say 1.) This is the development of Prowl and Jazz's relationship, and what relationship doesn't have its ups and downs (and unrequited love?), and 2.) Don't judge Jazz or Trailbreaker too harshly, they don't know what's going on in Prowl's processor. Not yet at any rate. As far as they are concerned it's perfectly all right for them to be kissing (And yes, they were actually kissing, Prowl wasn't wrong on that account).
Thank you to everyone who reviewed. 14 reviews. Wow, you guys are spoiling me. So thanks to: PrancingTiger86, pl2363, Hot Rod's Girl, Witch08, Elita One, blood shifter, Jessie07, Deepseadolphin11, optimus prime 007, DitzyMusicLover, Yami-Yugi3, Mirage Shinkiro, TammyCat, Ameri. You guys are terrific.
And thank you as well to everyone else who has read the story and added me to their favorites list. Your all really great.
This will most likely be the least chapter that I post this week (I go back to work tomorrow). I know I've posted three chapters (well technically two) and it's been fun writing them, but my time off ends, so back to real life I go. Anyway see you guys soon (next week or so I hope).
Disclaimer: Transformers doesn't belong to me.
And here's chapter six. Enjoy.
Making Sense of the Illogical
Chapter Six
Klick- About One Earth Second
Breem - 8.3 Earth minutes
Cycle-One Earth Hour
Joor – One Earth Day
Orn - About Two Earth Weeks
Vorn - About 83 Earth years
Prowl felt himself coming online slowly. Systems started booting up and his (peculiarly sluggish) processor automatically initialized a systems check.
Unwilling (or unable, he really wasn't sure) to move, Prowl just laid there and let his CPU get on with whatever it felt that it needed to do.
After a few klicks his processor pinged at him, scan complete. The results weren't all that worrying: systems running at ninety-eight percent, energon levels at eighty percent, and no viruses detected.
Which left only two questions in Prowl's mind.
One: when had he lain down to go into recharge?
And two: why couldn't he remember doing it?
Gathering his nerve, Prowl finally on-lined his optics and was promptly met with the sight of the medical bay's ceiling.
He shuttered his optics in surprise.
Make that three questions. Why was he in the med bay?
"Oh good, your awake." Immediately filtered into his audios from somewhere above him.
Prowl sluggishly turned his head and saw Ratchet standing to his right, frowning down at some of the readings that he was getting from the scanner in his hand.
"Oh good I'm awake?" Prowl slurred out, repeating Ratchet's words blurrily.
It certainly didn't feel good to be awake. He was finding it hard to concentrate on anything. His processor was responding slowly and he felt unusually unresponsive.
Somewhere, in the back of his processor, Prowl knew that he should probably be (extremely) worried that his systems were operating so lethargically and that he couldn't seem to focus on anything, but somehow he just couldn't seem to bring himself to be concerned about those points.
Ratchet looked up from his equipment and stared hard at Prowl for a moment.
"Do you remember what happened?" the surgeon finally asked.
Prowl frowned (internally), he had been trying to figure that out as well.
"Prowl?" Ratchet prompted.
"I was walking to the mess hall when you contacted me and told me that Jazz…"
Prowl stopped talking so abruptly that his vocalizer crackled. Jazz!
Prowl leveraged himself up off the berth so quickly that he accidently pulled out the tubes that had been connected to his fuel lines (sedatives Prowl vaguely registered) and caused a startled looking Ratchet to back up a couple of steps.
None of that mattered to Prowl though. All that mattered was that he make sure that Jazz was alright. Jazz had to be alright.
He had taken two fumbling, off balance steps before Ratchet caught him by the elbow. He tugged feebly trying to get loose, but the medic had too strong a grip.
Prowl turned dim blue optics onto the CMO.
"Ratchet…"
"Oh no you don't Prowl, you get back into that berth right now, or I'll weld your aft to it!" And Ratchet promptly started pushing Prowl back onto the recharge pad.
Prowl struggled weakly, trying to get away. To see Jazz. All that mattered was that he see Jazz!
"Ratchet…Jazz…" Prowl managed to stammer out while still trying weakly to stand up, he had to make the medic understand that he needed to see Jazz!
Ratchet gave him an unreadable look before physically pinning him to the berth and grabbing the tubes that Prowl had managed to dislocate.
"Jazz is fine Prowl." Ratchet bit out from above the tactician while reconnecting the sedatives into Prowl's fuel lines.
The sedatives effect on him was immediate. Prowl's systems slowed down to half capacity and his recharge sequence initiated.
-TRANSFORMERS_TRANSFORMERS_TRANSFORMERS_TRANSFORME RS-
The next time Prowl on-lined he found he was thinking much more clearly. Unshuttering his optics the medical center (dim prowl noted, it must be quite late) entered his sight. He could vaguely make out recharging shapes on those berths closest to him and he heard the sound of faint beeping from all of the medical equipment in the background.
Prowl shook his head to clear it, trying to chase away the last of his drowsiness. The medical center? What was he doing here?
Then the last events of the last joor crashed down on him.
Walking to the mess hall, Ratchet contacting him to tell him that Jazz…
Jazz!
Prowl shuttered his optics and slid off of the berth while shutting down the current line of thought.
He didn't want to remember. It hurt to remember.
Unwittingly however, the scene that he had inadvertently witnessed continued to play out in his processor, refusing to terminate.
Jazz.
And Trailbreaker.
Kissing.
Prowl's spark gave a painful spasm every time his memory files repeated themselves. His spark ached so much...
Coming to a decision Prowl clumsily made his way across the room, walked through the med. bay doors and didn't (couldn't, wouldn't!) look back.
-TRANSFORMERS_TRANSFORMERS_TRANSFORMERS_TRANSFORME RS-
"So here's where you are, you slagger."
Prowl looked up from where he was staring listlessly at his desk and unconsciously leaned back slightly as he came optic to optic with a very (very) angry looking Ratchet.
"Ratchet…" Prowl began, remembering (and desperately trying not to remember) flashes from the joor before and how he had made an (utter) embarrassment of himself in front of the medical officer.
"You left before I could clear you for duty." Ratchet huffed out angrily; clearly incensed that Prowl hadn't stayed in the medical bay.
Prowl straightened up (doorwings and all) and backed away several feet from the red and white bot.
"My apologies Ratchet." Prowl said, having difficulty keeping his voice level.
Ratchet waved the apology away and gestured Prowl into his chair so he that he could give him a final check-up.
And while ratchet was doing that Prowl had plenty of time to replay the scene between Jazz and Trailbreaker in his head (it still hadn't stopped playing in his processor), and his spark continued to jar excruciatingly in its chamber whenever he did.
Ratchet finally stood up from where he had been kneeling and sub-spaced his scanner.
"Well all your systems are operating within normal parameters, lucky you. We had to give you some pretty powerful sedatives for the bump you managed to get when you hit the floor."
Prowl nodded automatically at the words, though he didn't really register them. All he was registering at the moment was seeing Jazz laid back on his berth with Trailbreaker leaning over him….pressing his lips down on Jazz's.
Prowl bit back a pain-filled scream. He honestly though his spark was breaking, so why wasn't Ratchet's scanner telling him so?
Oblivious to all of this, the medic looked curiously at the tactician.
"If you don't mind my asking, just what caused your processor to lock up like that? You almost gave Jazz and Trailbreaker a spark attack when you collapsed. I've never seen Jazz so panicked before."
(Jazz had panicked over him?) Prowl twitched but otherwise didn't acknowledge the CMO.
The tactician could feel Ratchet's questioning gaze on him but couldn't seem to lift his head enough to respond.
Prowl wasn't sure how much time passed as he sat there wallowing in his misery, but the next time he regained focus on the world outside of his thoughts Ratchet was gone and it was the start of the next shift for the joor.
*Edited for content, grammar and spelling on June 12, 2013*- Reposted on November 1, 2013*