A Bazaar accident.
A Heroic attempt.
Now he was Stranded.
That's the current demise of the Autobot Battle strategist.
Trying to mislead the Decepticons from his fellow Autobots, Prowl led a group of cons to the coldest region on the planet, and fle...
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The next few solar cycles passed, and it became more and more obvious to Prowl and Airstrike that they were not alone. It was only simple things; moving objects, an attempt to spike the energon ( Prowl was careful to drink any ), and even writing on the wall to frighten them, which was the latest...well prank...it was hardly a threat.
Prowl stood next to orange and white femme as they studied the writing on the wall, which looked like the vandilist used energon, observing the purplish blue tint to the liquid.
Reading it, the battle strategist shook his at the message which read:
WaTcH YouR bAcK PrOwL! I'm ComInG 4 You AnD tHe FemMe aNd ThE DoG!
" The scariest thing about this is the the grammer and the lack of punctuation." The mech stated matter-o-factly. Airstrike made a very unprofessional snort and started laughing uncontrollablly, receiving a a odd look from the autobot.
" What?" He questioned with a puzzled look, although he had to admit he did enjoyed the sound of her laughter...
Wait what!?
Shaking his helm at the new thought, he watched as the femme vented and sighed humorously.
" Sorry sir....you comment was true....."
Still slightly confused, Prowl shrugged then glanced back at the writing.
" Whoever it is, they are not posing a threat, although it is un-nerving that some bot is coming and going without us knowing...." he hummed thoughtfully. " Commander do you any type of servalance?"
The airel bot shook her helm.
" Sorry sir.....anything I do have is not functional." The flyer answered. A look of thought spread across the battle strategist face plate.
" hmmmm...." the mech hummed. " Can I see were you keep them?"
" My security equipment?" The femme asked the cop, who nodded yes to her question. " Uh, of course sir, come. I'll show you where I keep it."
Following the femme, the two started off down the long and sometimes confusing hallways of the ship. Although Thema's Sun is overcast from clouds, there was still enough light to see where they were going, that is until they reached the first level of the ship, and it continued to get darker as they ventured deeper.
Within minutes, the only thing Prowl could see was the faint glow of Airstrike's optics, so he put his earth alt to use and switched on his high beams.
" When did our alts develop lights?" The airel bot asked as they walked down the narrowing hallway.
" Recently actually. " the mech informed. " On earth, the organics transportation have these....headlights so they know where their going."
" Fascinating." The orange and white femme whispered, her curiosity being to form. " Do earth alts do anything else?" She asked, turning around. Prowl nodded but frowned. Due to his alt being a cop car.....unfortunately a siren would go off if he was startled. And sadly to his own disliking, the terror twins had made it go off more then once.....ok they've done it twice, but still, he found the whole thing illogical.
" Like what sir?" The femme asked, genuinely curious.
" I would rather not-GAH!!"
The white and black mech stumbled backwards as a large fuzzy flying beast dived bombed him causing him to trip over a large chunk of rusting metal, sending him to the ground. As the third in command fell, his headlights blinded the creature, which hissed at him and flew off. During all this, the sudden appearance of the bat like animal to his dismay, surprised him, causing a loud audio pricing sound to fill the hollow halls.
Airstrike was astonished at the events and tried to hold back another laugh when mysterious red and blue lights lit up behind Prowl.
And for the first time, the airel bot heard the battle strategist use several colorful cytrobian curses, most which were downed out by the the noise.
The way he fell, his armor caught on a stray piece of metal, enabling him to get up. Still watching, the femme let out a small giggle, and squated next to him, giving a amused smile which made the t.I.c's face plate turn slightly blue in frustration.
" Your lights are so-"
" Illogical." Prowl hissed " I know"
" I was going to say useful." She added, poking the flashing lights with her digital. " Scaring off predators is logical." She hummed while Prowl scoffed in annoyance, more so then normal.
" Can we not focus on my sirens!" He growled, trying to yank his armor free, but sadly he needed two or more servos, and was left stuck.
" Why not?" The airel bot asked. " There wasn't any alts like this on cybertron, especially with loud flashing lights."
" Forget about my lights! Help me out femme!" He seethed, his embarrassment only made his situation worse. The more embarrassed he was, the more frustrated he became and Airstrike's random fascination with the sirens just made it all even worse.
Still chuckling lightly, the orange and white femme shook her helm humorously and helped free his forearm armor that had lodged itself in a stray piece of metal. Once free, the mech rubbed his armor plating and frowned once more. Airstrike, who had already gotten to her peds, offered the battle strategist a servo, which he grudgingly accepted.
" I have no logical idea for why you seem to enjoy my....sirens." the mech said gruffly as she hoisted him up. Smirking, the femme just shrugged.
" What, you going to arrest me for that?" She shot back, using rare form of speech called ' Sarcasm'.
The third in command didn't know how to respond to that. All is paraxian courtship coding was not coming to processors, and the way she was acting and the way he was acting, he couldn't afford to make a dumb rational decision.
So you know what he did?
He made a dumb rational decision.
With her servo still in his, the white and black cop gripped her slender servo at the wrist and pinned it over her helm on the narrow wall of the small hallway.
" S-sir?" The femme questioned, her blue optics widening as she stared into his darker blue optic, her jaw falling slightly, not knowing what to do.
" My designation is Prowl.....not Sir...." He whispered, leaning closer to her audio receptors.
" Airstrike......"
Through their bond he could feel the pace of her spark increasing.....by a lot, which wasn't helping either.
A mixture of confusion and shock was plastered on her face plates as the mech in front of her placed his free servo under her chin and tilted her helm up.
" P-Prowl? W-what are you doing?" She asked, using his real name without the formal titles, which seemed extremely off to her.
" This." The battle strategist replied hushly as he placed his derma on her's before she could ask any further questions.....
A/N
Yayyyyyyyy!!!! 30 chapters!! This is the longest story I've ever written!!!
Ya'll have waited for awhile! So I rewarded ya by Prowl kissing Airstrike!
