Prowl sat with his Creator in silence the next orn, he went through the speech he prepared in his mind for the hundreth time as he summoned up his courage his Creator spoke "Prowl I do no know where that outburst came from yesterday but my decision is final. You will be under house arrest for a few more decacycles until Greystorm has matured some more then you will only leave if he grants you permission. Understand?"

Prowl sat there shell shocker "But Creator I-"

Sharpshot slammed a palm on the table "Understand?"

Prowl swallowed back the sob that was working it's way up "Yes Creator. Excuse me."

He tore upstairs slamming his door behind him.

This was so unfair and wrong!

He didn't want to be Greystorm's obedient bonded, he already has a bonded.

A bonded that loves him the way he is, a bonded that has one of his favourite sayings to be 'Better to ask forgiveness than permission' a bonded that was trying hard to comfort him even though he wasn't here. :Prowler wha's wrong?:

Choking back his sob Prowl sat on his berth :I'm forbidden to leave home because of my future intended.:

:How can ya have an intended? Aren't ya bonded ta me?.:

:I am Jazz and I love you will all my spark. Greystorm has been my intended since before I met you but I don't like him.:

:So tell ya Creator that.:

:I was going to just now but I can't. He won't understand and when they find out I'm bonded to you…well… you're not Praxian and because of that my Creator will be furious. .:

:Prowler please tell me ya jokin'!:

:I'm serious..:

:There must be some way ya can escape with me.:

:My cousin Smokescreen was banished before I was sparked so I have no idea how to contact him and I can't get Ratchet's help without a solid escape plan or my Creator would easily find me again.:

:Don't underestimate the Hatchet.:

:I don't Jazz believe me. But he isn't a Praxian so there's only so much he can do.:

The weight of the situation seemed sit on them both like a heavy weight that refused to budge,

:Hang in there Prowler I'll save ya somehow.:

Prowl couldn't find the will to respond as he sank to his berth clutching his gel pillow tightly.

Three orns passed and Prowl still hadn't seen Jazz.

Like his Creator had said his bond was missing Jazz's presence demanding him to be close.

His Creator hadn't spoken to him since his order and Prowl probably wouldn't have listened anyway, he'd cried himself to sleep every night trying to release even a fraction of the pain biting at his spark from his depression.

He sat with his Creator not touching his evening cube at all thinking of Jazz "You have not drank a cube for two days Prowl."

Prowl made no indication he'd even heard staring blank faced at the swirling pink liquid. "There have been rumours circulating that the first youngling pair have successfully bonded."

Prowl's doorwings stiffened. "Redline and I were interested and dug into it deeper. We have not yet discovered which youngling it was and the medic refuses to tell us anything. So we have decided you will try bonding with Greystorm next decacycle."

Prowl's doorwings drooped but still he said nothing. "I spoke to the authorities about that young thief that has been here for vorns and they said they are going to work on capturing him to send him to foster Creators back wherever he came from."

Prowl said "May I be excused?"

Sharpshot sighed but allowed him to go.