Title: Darkness
Pairing: Lockdown/Prowl
Waring: Slash
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Prowl limped across the scrapyard cursing every deity he could come up with. He should have known he wouldn't be able to beat Lugnut and Starscream by himself, but he had been having such a great afternoon, and the two Decepticats suddenly came in and ruined it, he had just vented on them. Of course, he wasn't left unharmed.
Glaring at his paw as if it were the cause of every thing bad in the world, he made himself take another step, wincing at the pain that shot up and traveled all over his body. Why did they always have to for the legs?
"To immobilize". Came the -duh- voice from the back of his head.
Sighing, he kept limping trying to get home. Going through the scrapyard was the quickest way to get there, even if he loathed going through it.
He groaned and cursed as small rain drops started falling. Great, this was just how his day should go. Sighing, he looked around the yard, trying to find a place to hide from the weather. Being bothered by the Decepticats, getting injured and having to get home with said injuries, he did not want to deal with wet fur or worse. Mud.
Seeing a small abandoned storage house, he headed towards it, wondering if there was a way in that wouldn't involve jumping or squeezing through. No such luck. There was a broken small window on the side at the top, almost touching with the roof. Conveniently, a set of boxes acted like steps. Jumping and wincing all the way, Prowl managed to get to the top and peered into the small room. It was dark, and smelled musky and old. Warily making his way in, he jumped down, landing on an old sofa. He was surprised to find it in almost perfect condition, not counting the various missing parts of the furniture due to moths.
Even if it was pretty comfortable, the wind that came in from the window made it an awful place to sleep in. Jumping to the ground, he sneezed as dust started up. Limping to the other side, he found a small box with some newspapers. Sighing in content, he got in and was glad that it was small, yet spacious enough for him to fit comfortably.
Moving a bit to find the perfect spot, he laid down and started licking his leg, willing it to get better on the spot. Optimus would give him hell if he knew what he'd done alone. And Ratchet would probably add a few more scratches before he took him to the back where he had stashed away some medical herbs.
Satisfied, he curled his legs under him and closed his eyes, sleep immediately claiming him.
….
He woke to the sound of thunder. For a groggy second, he thought that was why he woke so suddenly. Sighing he laid his head back down, intent on going back to that lovely place called sleep.
"Now ain't that just cute."
Startled by the sudden voice, so close, he looked up only to meet deep red eyes in the darkness. A quick sniff gave him all the information he needed. The other was also a cat. A big cat. Probably a mongrel.
Fur bristling, he hissed. "Who are you!"
The other cat snorted. "I'm hurt kid, can't even remember my scent?"
Confused, and still not being able to see in the dark, he took another cautious sniff and his blue eyed widened, only to narrow.
"Lockdown."
"There ya go."
Prowl swung his tail, irritated. How could he forget such a scent? Was he really that tired?
"I don't have time to deal with you Lockdown, go away!" He hissed, making sure his injured paw was well hidden. He knew Lockdown was interested in him, and though a part of him told him that the mongrel, no matter how annoying or pervert, would never take advantage of him, his suspicious and skeptical side did not agree at all.
"Excuse me but I wasn't really planning on bumping into you today." Now that his vision got accustomed to the dark, he saw the other lean closer into the box. "But this just so happens to be my den kitty."
Prowl's ear fell flat on his head and he let out a warning growl. How could he have missed the mongrel's scent! His day couldn't possibly get any worse!
"Relax, it's not like I mind having you in my den." He leered smirking. "But I do wonder what you're even doing here."
"None of your business." He hissed.
"Like I said, this is my den. You're trespassing so yeah, I'd say that it is my business." Lockdown said hissing. His tail twitched, watching the pretty cat carefully. He was really curious as to why Prowl was here, why he was even in the scrapyard.
Perhaps a family dispute? He got trapped in the rain? He knew many cats sometimes crossed the scrapyard to get to their homes quicker. But never Prowl. Had something happened? And now that he thought about it, every time they met Prowl would immediately bolt, not letting Lockdown taunt him. So why hadn't he bolted now?
His eyes narrowed.
"You okay kid?"
Prowl was shocked by the serious comment. Lockdown, concerned for his well being?
"What's it to you?" He snapped.
"Come on kid, you should know about my feeling towards you." The mongrel said sighing.
"I have trouble believing your feelings when you are thinking with your lower brain than the one up here." The Siamese said dryly, his tail pointing at his head.
Lockdown frowned ignoring the comment as he was more interested in that small detail. Now why hadn't he used his paw?
Leaning farther down into the box, he sniffed at the newspaper and as close as he dared to where Prowl was laying. Fur bristling, the black and beige hissed.
Ignoring the warning, the mongrel persisted with his investigation. Finally, it hit him. It was faint, but it was there; blood. The young cat laying in the box, was injured.
Growling dangerously, he jumped into the box, making Prowl go into a hissing fit. There wasn't enough space in the box for both cats to have equal space.
"What do you think you're doing!" He growled, taking a swipe at the larger cat, forgetting about his injury. As soon as he struck he winced. Having had his leg hidden under him made his joints lock. That added to the injury itself made the Siamese let out a small pained yowl.
"Kid?"
Dropping back onto the newspaper, he dared not look at Lockdown.
"Don't touch me." He hissed instead.
"You're hurt." Came the dry response.
"I can still fight you if you try anything!"
Lockdown growled. "You think I'd stoop as low as to try and take you by force!"
Prowl couldn't answer. That part of his brain screaming that no, he'd never do that coming back full force. He was also caught by surprise by the small hint of hurt in the others voice.
"Others would take this as a golden opportunity." He merely said.
Lockdown chuckled humorlessly. "Yeah well, I ain't them."
An awkward silence filled the storage house. A small thunder seemed to be the breaking point and Prowl tried to get up.
"I'll leave."
He jumped out of the box and gritted his teeth at the pain that shot up his leg. Before he could take another step though, Lockdown was right in front of him.
"You're not going anywhere like that. It's pouring outside and the terrain here gets as muddy as a swamp."
Prowl looked away. He had no desire to go through that. But he didn't want to stay here. It was so… awkward.
The mongrel sighed. "Come on, you can sleep here. Let me take care of that nasty scratch."
He neared the smaller cat only for the Siamese to take a step back and hiss warily. Lockdown huffed.
"Will you get it in your thick skull that I don't wanna hurt'cha!" He growled frustratingly. Honestly, to be so mistrusted by the cat he had feelings for cut a bit deep in the older cat's heart.
Relenting and feeling a bit ashamed of himself, Prowl let the mongrel lead him to the back, where a small set of lockers were against the far wall. One of them had a hole in it. Confused, Prowl was startled when Lockdown, gently, nudged him into the locker. Stepping in, a flash of lightning let him see a whole set of blankets and small cushions. The place wasn't very big but it was enough to hold at least three cats.
Lockdown passed Prowl and laid down on the soft material calling the smaller cat to come closer. Exhausted and trusting that the mongrel wouldn't do anything, the Siamese followed and laid next to Lockdown, quickly licking his leg trying to get the pain to go away.
"How'd that happen?"
Sighing, Prowl lowered his head. It was much darker in the locker then outside and he couldn't see at all. Yet, he felt, at ease and safe. Unconsciously snuggling into the mongrel's fur, he let out a small yawn.
"I was resting down by the river when Lugnut and Screamer showed up." He simply said.
Unseen, Lockdown's tail twitched as his eyes narrowed.
"You got away with only a scratch?" He didn't doubt the ninja-cat's abilities, but even Lockdown wouldn't get away from a fight with both of them unscathed.
"Mmm, got in a few hits. 'm sore." The Siamese said yawning again, eyes closing as sleep started to claim him.
Hearing the exhaustion in his voice, the mongrel shifted and cautiously liked at his head. Prowl tensed and let out a warning growl.
"Relax kit, go to sleep I won't do a thing." He smiled, not being able to help himself. "Except maybe have a few fantasies cause pit if having you so close doesn't do good things for me."
Prowl let out an exasperated sigh. "You're lucky I'm tired, or I'd have bitten you for that comment."
Chuckling, Lockdown laid his head next to Prowl's, inhaling the young cat's scent. The mongrel almost growled as he caught the scent of the two Decepticats as well. It didn't matter though. He knew where their base was. Accidents always did happen in an old abandoned building. Sighing in content, he let sleep claim him, exaggeratedly overjoyed that for once, he wasn't alone in the darkness of his den.
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