Sharpshot complained all the way back to their home about foreign medics, wrenches and what society was coming to. Prowl tuned out most of it feeling better for having told someone his secret and speaking of that secret... "Creator may I go to crystal park?"

Sharpshot frowned "No."

Prowl's spark pulsed faster "Why?"

His Creator entered the house pulling Prowl in with him "Prowl it is not right for an intended to wander the streets alone any more without his bonded's permission."

Prowl stood at the bottom of the stairs "But I am not bonded to Greystorm!"

"And I never will be."

Sharpshot stared at his Creation in shock then looked stern again "No but you soon will be. So it is time you settled down and started doing what is expected of you."

Prowl stomped his foot "What if I don't want to!"

Both mechs froze at Prowl's slip, Sharpshot glared "Do not talk to me like that Prowl. You will do as you are told and never speak like that again. Do you wish to be banished like your cousin Smokescreen?"

Prowl's doorwings drooped "At least Smokescreen is free."

Sharpshot snapped "That is it! Go to your room and do not come out until you behave like an intended should!"

Prowl flew up the stairs throwing himself on his berth in sorrow, Jazz's side of the bond probed him wanting to know what was wrong. :Prowler I'm comin' ta see ya.:

Hugging his gel pillow tightly Prowl sent back desperately :No Jazz don't! Just stay away until I work something out.:

Prowl felt bad as he felt the hurt Jazz did, :Love you Jazz.:

He waited a few moments afraid Jazz wasn't going to respond :Love ya more Prowler.:

That was all it took for the dam to break as Prowl started sobbing his spark out into his pillow.

Different plans ran through his processor ranging from begging Ratchet to let him stay until he could try contacting his cousin Smokescreen to going through with the bonding ceremony with Greystorm then telling him he was already bonded and possibly put to death because of it.

Yeah running away sounded pretty good right now.

Maybe his Creator would understand if he told him?

With that thought in mind Prowl slipped into recharge.