(no subject)
Title: Prowl's Origin
Rating: T
Pairing/Characters: Prowl
Warnings: none
Disclaimer: Not really mine and that’s probably a good thing.
Warnings: None that I can’t think of.
A/N: Tell me what you think of this one. And like always, tell me of any mistakes you see and I will fix them as soon as possible.
Prowl’s Origin
The first thing he felt as he got out of stasis lock was the last of his systems coming online. A quick check on them verified that they were working at optimum levels. He had the feeling that he wasn’t supposed to be that way. He didn’t have to online his optics to know he was laying down. Before even doing so, he found himself testing his mobility and was met with resistance. He’d been tied. And pretty tight too. Why? He had no idea. In fact, he could recall nothing. Memory banks were wiped clean or mostly clean…
There was still some information left. His designation and a slightly corrupted file. Upon closer inspection, the file had very little information useful in itself. But with it, he could create a picture of what had happened to him.
As soon as the fact that he basically lost everything that made him who he was entered his processor and realization sank in, he turned on his optics. A white ceiling met his optics and they flickered in confusion.
“Hold still.” - A familiar voice came to his audios from the right side of the room. He turned his head to meet whoever had spoken to him.
A light green mech was putting his tools away. Behind him laid two pieces of another mech that the green one had been working on until he onlined. He wondered if that one could be saved for a klik before turning his attention back to the now approaching green mech.
“Do you recognize me?” - The green mech asked cautiously. The feeling of scanners going through his body made him shudder slightly. A part of him recoiled at the invasion, but he pushed it aside. Surely he didn’t have anything to fear from the other mech.
“Negative. Memory disrupted by planetary entry.” - He answered. The answer appeared to surprise the green mech. A medic and a pretty good one if he’d been the one to repair him. He might not remember much, but the part of him that had feared the scanners was telling him he’d been in pretty bad shape. What little information he could gather painted a picture that seemed to corroborate that feeling.
“Autobot CMO Ratchet under the command of Optimus Prime.” - Was the reply he got from the medic. He could feel his systems relax when Ratchet confirmed his alliance. He made it. He didn’t knew how, but he made it.
“Autobot Prowl.” - He answered slowly. The relief was evident in his voice, but the name felt alien to him. As if it was the first time he'd ever used it and was testing it to see how it sounded.
The scanners of the medic wavered for a klik, but he didn’t pay them much attention. He was too busy rejoicing in having found more like him. Maybe he knew one of the others. Prowl could get him to share the memories with him. If only to know more about who he was.
“Welcome to Earth, Prowl.” - Ratchet said, taking him out of his internal musing. The medic had stopped scanning, apparently satisfied with the results. - “You were slagged when we found you, but aside from some minor glitches that will be repaired as soon as possible, everything should be fine. Memory’s slagged though. I don’t know how you managed to do that.”
He didn’t even think twice of the medic’s strange tone of voice as he thought up how to best answer the question. Logic dictated that he should not assume anything, but given that his memories left him unable to do anything else…
“There were Decepticons. They… They…” - He trailed off analyzing the elusive memory that was haunting him. Trying to make sense out of it. He couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong here, but he didn’t know why. - “I think… I had information that could stop them. They… They deliberately damaged my memory so it couldn’t be accessed.”
He talked slowly, with little emotion behind his words. As if processing the words before being said and finding in them the most logical answer for the memory wipe and injured state when found. A hand on his shoulder made him look at the medic.
“Let me take the restraints off. I think you won’t attack anyone anymore.” - His words confirmed that he’d been violent during his repairs. No wonder he'd been restrained. A wave of shame flooded him. What would they think of him now?
“My apologies. I didn’t…" - He began only to be interrupted by the medic.
“You have nothing to apologize for. If anything, I am sorry that we found no other way to stop you from injuring another.” - And there was something in the way he said it that confused Prowl. The feeling that the medic wasn’t only apologizing for having tied him down to a repair table, but surely it was all in his processor. Ratchet had mentioned there were some glitches to be repaired...
Now free of his restraints, the medic helped him up. Prowl was testing his movement around the room when Optimus Prime walked in. Prowl stopped everything, dropping to one knee, right hand in a fist over his chest plate. Ratchet and Optimus froze instantly at the other mech’s actions.
“Stand. You do not have to do that.” - The kind voice of the Autobot leader told him and Prowl stood up. He couldn’t help but fidget a little under the scrutiny of the bigger mech. That same nagging feeling he’d been feeling all along was telling him to await a painful punishment for displeasing his leader. Because that was his leader. There was no doubt about it. He knew it just like he knew his designation was Prowl. He squashed the feeling down. Autobots do not punish like that. He was now convinced it was all a soon to be repaired glitch.
“Sorry” - He said and Optimus chuckled.
“There’s nothing to be sorry for, my friend.” - He replied in that same warm kind voice that Prowl found so strange with his leader. Why? He couldn’t come up with a suitable answer.
The red truck looked at Ratchet. - “Is everything okay here?”
Ratchet nodded. - “As the humans say, peachy. This slagger can leave any time he wants. I’m recommending light work for now, Prime.”
Prowl frowned at the gruff way in which the medic talked to his commanding officer. This time he didn’t even let the feeling of wrongness register on him. It was probably the change in leadership and that annoying glitch. After all, he hadn’t really been attached to this squad. His squad had… Well, they should be out there somewhere… maybe…
Prime only laughed at Ratchet’s behavior and motioned for Prowl to go out of the room with him. Ratchet watched them both leave feeling disgusted with himself. He knew the others weren’t exactly happy with what they’d done, but there really hadn’t been any other way of keeping the slagger alive.
Optimus Prime couldn’t bring himself to give the order to kill the hunter when the Con was too damaged to fight back. Keeping him in stasis wasn’t viable, because the Con was too slagged to survive in that state for more than half a vorn. They knew he wasn’t going to join them on his own…
There had been no way for them too keep him alive. At least no way that Ratchet could think at the moment. No matter how much he hated the order, something had to be done. Barricade would’ve died if he hadn’t acted and Ratchet hated losing patients.
Only Ratchet wasn’t sure he’d done the right thing now. Putting him back into his protoform had been easy. And it also made repairs a lot easier. It was what came afterwards... Slag, reprogramming a mech had never been the right thing to do anyways. No matter how minimal he’d tried to keep the reprogrammation, he ended up erasing most, if not all of his memories.
Still the medic couldn’t help but wonder if the process had really worked. The reprogramming was minimal, yet this Prowl persona had appeared. There was no malfunction or glitch that he could detect… Was Barricade still there under the guise of Prowl or had Prowl been there all along under the guise of Barricade?
Rating: T
Pairing/Characters: Prowl
Warnings: none
Disclaimer: Not really mine and that’s probably a good thing.
Warnings: None that I can’t think of.
A/N: Tell me what you think of this one. And like always, tell me of any mistakes you see and I will fix them as soon as possible.
Prowl’s Origin
The first thing he felt as he got out of stasis lock was the last of his systems coming online. A quick check on them verified that they were working at optimum levels. He had the feeling that he wasn’t supposed to be that way. He didn’t have to online his optics to know he was laying down. Before even doing so, he found himself testing his mobility and was met with resistance. He’d been tied. And pretty tight too. Why? He had no idea. In fact, he could recall nothing. Memory banks were wiped clean or mostly clean…
There was still some information left. His designation and a slightly corrupted file. Upon closer inspection, the file had very little information useful in itself. But with it, he could create a picture of what had happened to him.
As soon as the fact that he basically lost everything that made him who he was entered his processor and realization sank in, he turned on his optics. A white ceiling met his optics and they flickered in confusion.
“Hold still.” - A familiar voice came to his audios from the right side of the room. He turned his head to meet whoever had spoken to him.
A light green mech was putting his tools away. Behind him laid two pieces of another mech that the green one had been working on until he onlined. He wondered if that one could be saved for a klik before turning his attention back to the now approaching green mech.
“Do you recognize me?” - The green mech asked cautiously. The feeling of scanners going through his body made him shudder slightly. A part of him recoiled at the invasion, but he pushed it aside. Surely he didn’t have anything to fear from the other mech.
“Negative. Memory disrupted by planetary entry.” - He answered. The answer appeared to surprise the green mech. A medic and a pretty good one if he’d been the one to repair him. He might not remember much, but the part of him that had feared the scanners was telling him he’d been in pretty bad shape. What little information he could gather painted a picture that seemed to corroborate that feeling.
“Autobot CMO Ratchet under the command of Optimus Prime.” - Was the reply he got from the medic. He could feel his systems relax when Ratchet confirmed his alliance. He made it. He didn’t knew how, but he made it.
“Autobot Prowl.” - He answered slowly. The relief was evident in his voice, but the name felt alien to him. As if it was the first time he'd ever used it and was testing it to see how it sounded.
The scanners of the medic wavered for a klik, but he didn’t pay them much attention. He was too busy rejoicing in having found more like him. Maybe he knew one of the others. Prowl could get him to share the memories with him. If only to know more about who he was.
“Welcome to Earth, Prowl.” - Ratchet said, taking him out of his internal musing. The medic had stopped scanning, apparently satisfied with the results. - “You were slagged when we found you, but aside from some minor glitches that will be repaired as soon as possible, everything should be fine. Memory’s slagged though. I don’t know how you managed to do that.”
He didn’t even think twice of the medic’s strange tone of voice as he thought up how to best answer the question. Logic dictated that he should not assume anything, but given that his memories left him unable to do anything else…
“There were Decepticons. They… They…” - He trailed off analyzing the elusive memory that was haunting him. Trying to make sense out of it. He couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong here, but he didn’t know why. - “I think… I had information that could stop them. They… They deliberately damaged my memory so it couldn’t be accessed.”
He talked slowly, with little emotion behind his words. As if processing the words before being said and finding in them the most logical answer for the memory wipe and injured state when found. A hand on his shoulder made him look at the medic.
“Let me take the restraints off. I think you won’t attack anyone anymore.” - His words confirmed that he’d been violent during his repairs. No wonder he'd been restrained. A wave of shame flooded him. What would they think of him now?
“My apologies. I didn’t…" - He began only to be interrupted by the medic.
“You have nothing to apologize for. If anything, I am sorry that we found no other way to stop you from injuring another.” - And there was something in the way he said it that confused Prowl. The feeling that the medic wasn’t only apologizing for having tied him down to a repair table, but surely it was all in his processor. Ratchet had mentioned there were some glitches to be repaired...
Now free of his restraints, the medic helped him up. Prowl was testing his movement around the room when Optimus Prime walked in. Prowl stopped everything, dropping to one knee, right hand in a fist over his chest plate. Ratchet and Optimus froze instantly at the other mech’s actions.
“Stand. You do not have to do that.” - The kind voice of the Autobot leader told him and Prowl stood up. He couldn’t help but fidget a little under the scrutiny of the bigger mech. That same nagging feeling he’d been feeling all along was telling him to await a painful punishment for displeasing his leader. Because that was his leader. There was no doubt about it. He knew it just like he knew his designation was Prowl. He squashed the feeling down. Autobots do not punish like that. He was now convinced it was all a soon to be repaired glitch.
“Sorry” - He said and Optimus chuckled.
“There’s nothing to be sorry for, my friend.” - He replied in that same warm kind voice that Prowl found so strange with his leader. Why? He couldn’t come up with a suitable answer.
The red truck looked at Ratchet. - “Is everything okay here?”
Ratchet nodded. - “As the humans say, peachy. This slagger can leave any time he wants. I’m recommending light work for now, Prime.”
Prowl frowned at the gruff way in which the medic talked to his commanding officer. This time he didn’t even let the feeling of wrongness register on him. It was probably the change in leadership and that annoying glitch. After all, he hadn’t really been attached to this squad. His squad had… Well, they should be out there somewhere… maybe…
Prime only laughed at Ratchet’s behavior and motioned for Prowl to go out of the room with him. Ratchet watched them both leave feeling disgusted with himself. He knew the others weren’t exactly happy with what they’d done, but there really hadn’t been any other way of keeping the slagger alive.
Optimus Prime couldn’t bring himself to give the order to kill the hunter when the Con was too damaged to fight back. Keeping him in stasis wasn’t viable, because the Con was too slagged to survive in that state for more than half a vorn. They knew he wasn’t going to join them on his own…
There had been no way for them too keep him alive. At least no way that Ratchet could think at the moment. No matter how much he hated the order, something had to be done. Barricade would’ve died if he hadn’t acted and Ratchet hated losing patients.
Only Ratchet wasn’t sure he’d done the right thing now. Putting him back into his protoform had been easy. And it also made repairs a lot easier. It was what came afterwards... Slag, reprogramming a mech had never been the right thing to do anyways. No matter how minimal he’d tried to keep the reprogrammation, he ended up erasing most, if not all of his memories.
Still the medic couldn’t help but wonder if the process had really worked. The reprogramming was minimal, yet this Prowl persona had appeared. There was no malfunction or glitch that he could detect… Was Barricade still there under the guise of Prowl or had Prowl been there all along under the guise of Barricade?