Stranded

Nine

For the next two weeks Prowl recharged off and on but was never allowed to leave that berth. Airstrike allowed him to set up three times to receive his energon rations but that was the most energy consuming activity he had done. It surprised him that she wasn't a medic or had been one in training. She took everything seriously, and every time he tried to move or touch a bandage, she got on to him, even when she wasn't in the room, it was like she could sense him movements through their bond.

Sighing, the t.i.c braced the palms of his servos on the berth and pushed himself into a sitting position, groaning painfully as he did so.

" What are you doing now sir?" The femme huffed through their newly created bond.

" Its been around two weeks Airstrike. I think I can sit up on my own."

He could literally hear her give a drawn out sigh.

" Stay there...you probably dislocated a patch or something."

After she said that, the cop bot felt her cut off the bond, which normally ment the femme was on her way to the medical bay, if you could call it that. From what he had seen, which wasn't much, the med bay room thankfully was in one piece, but everything in the room was aged and outdated....even the machines he was hooked up to. But that didn't matter much, for the time being, he was thankful to be alive and after Airstrike gives him the seal of approval of being healed or whatever, he was going to find a way to get them both off this planet....and the dog too, who he knew for sure hated him. Why? He wasn't sure. But he remembered clearly being on the verge of recharge and that cyberdog was trying to bite his servo, he felt it, but the mutt stopped when his owner walked in, then he nuzzled his servo as if they were best pals.

And that confused him, extremely. It was something the twins would do if they were pulling a prank or fighting, but he was a cyber dog, why would he act like that? Leaving those thoughts behind, the battle strategist ran a servo across his face plate in frustration.

Nothing....he had done nothing for two weeks....and it was killing him. He was a restless mech by nature and lying around sleeping was...illogical.

A soft knock was heard on the far side of the room, already knowing who it was, Prowl mentally sighed and waited for the femme to finish her check up, or whatever she called it.

Airstrike pulled out several tools and laid them on a table next to his berth. Quiet and without a word, she picked up the scanner and turned it on. Prowl was used to the machine, and waited patiently as the green light scanned his frame. When she turned it off, the femme nodded with a pleased look and put it down.

" The readings show that all your systems are functional. I can take off that patch off you're abdomen. " Airstrike informed, her optics never leaving a small.data pad that he hadn't noticed before. " Also sir, Your helm has healed nicely, but I can check you're optic socket, to see if there's any chance to...replace it, if we ever get out of here."

The cop shrugged at what she said and let her work, seeing she was the expert on this type practice. Prowl, as always showed no type of emotion at all while femme worked, even when she took the stitches out of his helm, he kept himself composed, the only thing that was different about this was when she knelt down to remove the patch from his abdomen, like several days when her servo touched his injured side gently, a warm and extremely odd sensation shot through him. Puzzled, he deemed it odd and thought it logical to ask Airstrike about it, and he was. When she removed the large patch about half way, the battle strigist cleared his voice box to speak but a low growing noise from the corner of the interrupted him, causing both mech and femme to turn their helms in that direction at the same time.

Seeing that he had both their attention, Steelclamp seemed to smile at his master innocently and thumped his nubby metal tail against the floor. Airstrike gave a half smile at this gesture, and returned her attention to removing Prowl's patch. When her attention had returned to the mech, the cyber dog glared at Prowl, then he silently snareled at him. The cop raised his functioning optic in confusion at the femme's pet, who in return seemed to shoot daggers at him. If looks could kill, Prowl would more then lightly be dead....very very dead.

" I think your cyber dog dislikes me." The autobot mech stated, shifting his gaze from the pet to the owner. Airstrike kept working, but glanced at him quickly.

" Steelclamp?" The femme said with mild surprise. " Why would you say that?" She asked. Before Prowl could answer, the airel bot ripped the remaining part of his bandage off, causing him to wince lightly. The femme balanced on the round of her ped and disposed of the bandage. Now that it was off, Airstrike ran a digital over the indent in his armor. The same alien feeling shot through Prowl once again, who made a mental note to mention that to her.

" Well commander...." the bot hummed. " its still, uh....tender, but its healing well. Probably scar through." And added as and stood up.

" Now...why do you think my cyber dog ' dislikes ' you."

" From the way he's looking at me." Prowl stated. " It looks like he mentally impaling me to a wall."

The femme gave a soft chuckle, which almost made Prowl smile, before he caught himself.

" Seeing that overall your fine, would you like a tour of the ship...sir?" The orange and white femme asked, extending her servo. Prowl nodded and took her slender servo. As she helped him get to his peds, the battle strategist watched as she put several objects away.

" I just noticed you're left servoed, that's....rare with our species." The white and black bot said. The femme shrugged and lifted her right arm arm, which was a ghostly pale color, and didn't at all go with her frame design.

" I wasn't before, but after fifty years without a right arm, one will learn to use the other extremely quickly."

Prowl only nodded and clasped his own servos behind his back. Glancing at her other arm the t.i.c hummed quietly.

" May I inquire how you lost it?"

The femme gave him a half smile and walked to the entrance.

" How about I show you?"