Stranded

Nineteen

Steelclamp frowned to himself, not pleased with the change of attitude that HIS master had towards this....Prowl. The past three days he's come into their room and been friendly with Airstrike...even worse she let him touch her leg. Sure even he could smell the infection, but HIS master always did that by herself before! Why did she let him help!

He knew for sure that he needed a new plan. Apparently his last one didn't work....so much for killing him off.

The cyber dog sat in the corner of the femme's dark and slightly muggy room. Something needed to be done about him, seeing that his last plan only lasted a week or so, perhaps this one would be more lengthy....

Huffing silently, Steelclamp began to ponder how to destroy their forming friendship. From what he had already observed, it would be harder to turn HIS master against him, seeing how her face plates were slightly tinted blue after he left to check on her injury. Although she was wonderful at not showing her emotions, this mech somehow caused her to show such things.

Huffing again he laid his helm on his paws and tried to think of something. Airstrike seemed fond of him, so he probably couldn't do much with her.

From the farther side of the small room, the airel bot shifted on her berth, letting out a long sigh, which, to the four legged bot's disgust, sounded a lot like the name " P.R.O.W.L " and that did not make him happy....at all, quite the opposite actually. Aggravated, the graying pet got to his peds and stretched his spinal struts and trotted over to where HIS master was recharging. Putting his front paw on the foot of her berth, he pulled himself up far enough to see her expression. Being a cyber dog, he couldn't tell really what her face plate showed, but her facial expression were mixed, but not like that mattered, be was going to wake her up. It was another day to try get rid of the white mech and he couldn't accomplish that without her.

Pulling himself completely onto her berth, much to his exhaustion, he finally got her to wake up by jumping softly on her torso.

Shooting into a sitting position, the femme was wide optic and venting lightly, as if she had a bad dream. No matter though, when he saw him, the autobot smiled softly and rubbed his helm.

Grunting happily, a idea came to his processors.

Perhaps he didn't need her mad at him.....but the other way around. A malicious look shone in his optics. He had an idea how to brake them up....and oh, it was going to be good.

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The familiar hallways of her abandoned home seemed...emptier then usual. But why did this surprise her? She had been there for over four hundreds years with just her and Steelclamp, and never had such a wave of....loneliness hit her before, yet why was she feeling that way now.

As she walked through the remains of the crashed ship, everything seemed to be in a haze around her, but that didn't strike as odd to her. No, her thoughts were else where. She knew why she felt odd, she would never admit it, but she knew exactly why. And it all had to with a certain mech.

Actually he was the only mech, but still, when she thought it all out, everything pointed back to him.....the Third in Command Battle Strategist, know as the Autobot with no emotion or soul. Yet obviously that wasn't true. He had already shown himself to be kind and caring, even if his face plate showed nothing.

Ugh, she wanted to badly to slap some sense into herself! She already saw first hand what relationships do to a bot. She saw how broken a femme was when she lost her mech. More turn once she had seen a autobot shot down dead, and moments later their conjux joins them, seeing suicide as the only solution. She didn't need those types of emotions pulling at her, yet her spark and processors weren't on the same track. Her logical side told her what was true. Love was a waste of time and energy, and as much as she wanted to listen to her processors, her spark acted stupid and brought him up again.

Prowl....

Wanting to escape these alien emotions, Airstrike turned to flee, only to run into her spark mate, which she knew was not there before.

" S-Sir..." the autobot flyer whispered.  " My apologise." She added as she removed her servos from his chassis, which she had used to keep herself from falling.

" Enough with the formality Commander." The white mech whispered, a ghost smile tugging at his lips. " I want you to say my name." He added oh so softly, placing a gentle servo on cheek.

Airstrike looked at him with wide optics, but leaned into his touch.

" Please..." he added in a hushed voice that sent sent shivers down her spinal struts. The white and black cop leaned closer, their faces being only centimeters apart.

Aristrike found herself lost in those.....uh his bright blue optic, and leaned closer as well, her spark racing at a more then likely unhealthy pace.

" Prowl..  " the airel bot whispered in a soft voice. She was certain she felt a servo slip around her waist.....that is until the room felt like a earthquake was taking place.

The orange and white femme sat up. Thankfully her cooling fans hadn't turned on, but she defiantly had a blush covering her face plate. Looking around she saw Steelclamp sitting happily next to her, so she rubbed his gray helm.

" What is wrong with me..." the femne groaned. But before she could answer herself, a light knock was heard at the door. Knowing who it was, Airstrike slid off her berth and opened the door, to see Prowl with a semi worried expression.

" Are you ok?" He asked, concern in his voice. The orange and white femme nodded.

" Of course....why?" She asked, puzzled at his question.

" Oh....well, I felt your spark rate increase frantically and I wanted to make sure that it wasn't related to your infection."

A small smile appeared on the femme's face.

" No, I am feeling well, I believe it was caused by a dream."

" Ah I see...." the battle strategist replies, his body language showed he wasn't going to push the question any further.

" Well....since your awake, would you like to accompany me to the reck room?"

The smile on Airstrike's face widened and and shut the door behind her.

" I would." She answered. Prowl nodded and turned around but waited for the airel bot to walk with him, and as she fell into pace with him, a very strange and unknown feeling filled him