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Title: Prowl's Origin (Chapter 2)
Rating: T
Pairing/Characters: Prowl
Warnings: none
Disclaimer: Still not mine.
A/N: I don’t really see Bumblebee’s and Barricade’s rivalry ending with a little reprogramming. Next one to interact with him would be Ironhide. I’d like to know what you think, like, want to see. Oh, and if you spot anything that needs to be fixed, just tell me and I’ll fix it as soon as possible.
"talking"
::comm::
line - change in POV
Prowl’s Origin
Chapter 2:
Prowl looked at his reflection closely. The form he chose for his armor was a little more intimidating than Ratchet’s or Prime’s. Nothing wrong with that, as he was supposed to intimidate his enemies anyway. The door wings on his back were elegant and had many sensors that helped him calculate shifts in wind, temperature, electromagnetic fields, and other seemingly unimportant variables. He knew better of course. These things could literally change the outcome of a battle.
The black and white paintjob was clean and looked polished, the words written stood out proudly. He frowned as the sudden thought that the words should read ‘To punish and enslave’ instead of what he knew were the actual words scanned. He was getting better at ignoring the feeling, but this time it annoyed him. Especially because he would have preferred red optics to blue to increase the intimidation factor. Psychological warfare aside, it worried him slightly at such Decepticon-like thought. Slagging glitch…
Satisfied with his looks, he decided to take a stroll around the base. Familiarize himself with his surroundings. He was itching to know as many exits as possible as well as get an idea of where things were located. Hopefully, he’d learn tomorrow how things were run.
He couldn’t help but notice the lack of security. It annoyed him that they were so open to attack. Besides him, only The Prime and Ratchet were around. His leader had commented that there were two others, but they seldom stayed on base. Apparently the rest of the squad liked to entertain particular humans. He only wished they were punished for leaving the base unprotected.
::Prowl:: - The medic’s voice said over the comm line. He stopped in his tracks, giving his full attention to the one contacting him.
::Yes, Ratchet?::
::Bumblebee arrived on base. He’ll be around for a few hours, if you want to meet him he’ll probably be in the rec room. If you’re lucky you can get your first glimpse of a human.::
Prowl had to admit he was slightly curious. Not at the idea of looking at a human. Somehow he had the impression that he‘d seen them before and the images on the internet were correct in his processor created image of them. No, he wanted to have a glimpse of this human friendly mech called Bumblebee. - ::Alright… Thanks.::
::You’re welcome. Now, stop prowling around the hallways and go socialize.:: - Ratchet replied, the hint of teasing permeating the ever present snark in his tone of voice.
Prowl smiled at the medic’s tone and headed to meet with the scout of the squad. Maybe even flaunt his new alt mode. How good could a mech called Bumblebee look anyways? He shook the thought away as he entered the room and was greeted with a plasma cannon aimed at his face.
“Move and I’ll deactivate you so fast you won’t even feel it.” - Said the yellow mech attached to the plasma cannon. Impulsive like a sparkling… Somehow, Prowl wasn’t impressed.
“Bumblebee, right? I believe Ratchet forgot to mention your friendly personality” - Prowl drawled as he swatted the cannon away from his face and entered the virtually bare and still under construction room. The yellow scout looked confused for a second before something crossed his face and blue optics zeroed on his own blue optics and the plasma cannon transformed into a hand.
“Hehe… Sorry about that. You just surprised me. Didn’t know you were released from medbay so soon.” - The Camaro said with forced cheer.
Prowl congratulated himself in not showing his surprise at the mech’s actions. He also ignored the emphasis on the word ‘release’. Surely the kid was hinting at the medic’s… distinct personality. Instead, Prowl took the time to make himself as comfortable as he could in the room, making sure to flaunt his new armor as much as possible. Door wings spread out as far as they could and held high. Bumblebee’s optics followed him, pathetically smaller yellow door wings shaking slightly. Prowl was slightly disturbed at the vain streak he was displaying. Still, Bumblebee's staring only served to fuel his vanity and ego and Prowl frowned as he resolved to get a tighter control on his feelings.
Of course, it would be impolite to just ignore the scout and he turned to look at the Camaro and decided to try and befriend the young mech. - “Ratchet informed me that there might be a human around. Is it a recurrent occurrence?”
Bumblebee seemed to hesitate before getting closer. He moved carefully and stayed out of arms reach from Prowl. The black and white mech frowned at the obvious show of mistrust from the other. He wasn’t even going to try and analyze the hint of satisfaction he felt, instead waiting for the other to answer.
Bumblebee seemed to be debating something before looking at his optics again. - “Sam… He comes around often.” - He began. - “Usually during the weekend cause he still has school and his creators are very strict about his curfew.”
“Must be tiring to come and go from the base to the squishie’s home and school” - Prowl commented, gaze trained on the yellow scout. He was rewarded with a hate-filled gaze that almost threw him off balance. It was just a simple comment.
“His name is Sam.” - Bumblebee corrected and Prowl raised an optic ridge at the force behind his correction.
“My apologies. It was not my intention to demean the creature’s value to you.” - Prowl quickly tried to diffuse the other’s mounting anger. His apology seemed to not have the desired effect as Bumblebee’s battle mask covered his face in a clear show of hostility.
“News flash, Prowl, the natives are not called creatures or squishies or whatever other names your processor seems fit to name them. They are humans, homo sapiens, and that is the way we address them. And if I ever hear you call them something different, I will personally talk to Optimus about it.”
Prowl didn’t understand why the other appeared to be so touchy about his words. It was just a simple flesh bag. There were millions like him... Regret suddenly filled him as he realized the contemptuous way he‘d been talking and thinking about a fellow sentient race. He looked at the other‘s covered face, hoping to convey how he felt. - “I am sorry again. It will not happen again.”
This time his apology had better results. Bumblebee shrugged, battle mask retreating. He stared silently and Prowl remained still as Bumblebee studied him while trying to smother the irritation at the youngling’s actions. Without a word, Bumblebee strode out of the room with an over the shoulder. - “Whatever.”
Prowl nodded, making sure to save the information of this encounter. He would need to ask The Prime for an audience and discuss his position in this squad. So far he’d met two very vocal mechs, an apparent lack of protocol and disciplinary methods, poor security measure and possible security risks in the human allowed on base. Maybe he could suggest to his leader that he’d be put in charge of correcting this.
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Bumblebee left in search of Ratchet. He needed to have a few words with him before going to ask Optimus what the frag he’d been thinking when he let Barricade out without supervision. He didn’t want to doubt Ratchet’s skill, but a good reprogramming would not have Prowl referring to humans as squishies and creatures. Those were Decepticon words.
Barricade was still there, Bumblebee was sure of it. The mech had even gone and used the same fragging alt mode! Oh, the mech had changed the look of his armor enough to barely pass as an Autobot. There were no teeth and less pointed edges and the door wings had thrown him off, but it was still the same Saleen Mustang that had chased him through the streets of Tranquility. And Prowl had paraded it in front of him! ‘To protect and serve’ his decals read and Bumblebee had to snort in disgust.
Rating: T
Pairing/Characters: Prowl
Warnings: none
Disclaimer: Still not mine.
A/N: I don’t really see Bumblebee’s and Barricade’s rivalry ending with a little reprogramming. Next one to interact with him would be Ironhide. I’d like to know what you think, like, want to see. Oh, and if you spot anything that needs to be fixed, just tell me and I’ll fix it as soon as possible.
"talking"
::comm::
line - change in POV
Prowl’s Origin
Chapter 2:
Prowl looked at his reflection closely. The form he chose for his armor was a little more intimidating than Ratchet’s or Prime’s. Nothing wrong with that, as he was supposed to intimidate his enemies anyway. The door wings on his back were elegant and had many sensors that helped him calculate shifts in wind, temperature, electromagnetic fields, and other seemingly unimportant variables. He knew better of course. These things could literally change the outcome of a battle.
The black and white paintjob was clean and looked polished, the words written stood out proudly. He frowned as the sudden thought that the words should read ‘To punish and enslave’ instead of what he knew were the actual words scanned. He was getting better at ignoring the feeling, but this time it annoyed him. Especially because he would have preferred red optics to blue to increase the intimidation factor. Psychological warfare aside, it worried him slightly at such Decepticon-like thought. Slagging glitch…
Satisfied with his looks, he decided to take a stroll around the base. Familiarize himself with his surroundings. He was itching to know as many exits as possible as well as get an idea of where things were located. Hopefully, he’d learn tomorrow how things were run.
He couldn’t help but notice the lack of security. It annoyed him that they were so open to attack. Besides him, only The Prime and Ratchet were around. His leader had commented that there were two others, but they seldom stayed on base. Apparently the rest of the squad liked to entertain particular humans. He only wished they were punished for leaving the base unprotected.
::Prowl:: - The medic’s voice said over the comm line. He stopped in his tracks, giving his full attention to the one contacting him.
::Yes, Ratchet?::
::Bumblebee arrived on base. He’ll be around for a few hours, if you want to meet him he’ll probably be in the rec room. If you’re lucky you can get your first glimpse of a human.::
Prowl had to admit he was slightly curious. Not at the idea of looking at a human. Somehow he had the impression that he‘d seen them before and the images on the internet were correct in his processor created image of them. No, he wanted to have a glimpse of this human friendly mech called Bumblebee. - ::Alright… Thanks.::
::You’re welcome. Now, stop prowling around the hallways and go socialize.:: - Ratchet replied, the hint of teasing permeating the ever present snark in his tone of voice.
Prowl smiled at the medic’s tone and headed to meet with the scout of the squad. Maybe even flaunt his new alt mode. How good could a mech called Bumblebee look anyways? He shook the thought away as he entered the room and was greeted with a plasma cannon aimed at his face.
“Move and I’ll deactivate you so fast you won’t even feel it.” - Said the yellow mech attached to the plasma cannon. Impulsive like a sparkling… Somehow, Prowl wasn’t impressed.
“Bumblebee, right? I believe Ratchet forgot to mention your friendly personality” - Prowl drawled as he swatted the cannon away from his face and entered the virtually bare and still under construction room. The yellow scout looked confused for a second before something crossed his face and blue optics zeroed on his own blue optics and the plasma cannon transformed into a hand.
“Hehe… Sorry about that. You just surprised me. Didn’t know you were released from medbay so soon.” - The Camaro said with forced cheer.
Prowl congratulated himself in not showing his surprise at the mech’s actions. He also ignored the emphasis on the word ‘release’. Surely the kid was hinting at the medic’s… distinct personality. Instead, Prowl took the time to make himself as comfortable as he could in the room, making sure to flaunt his new armor as much as possible. Door wings spread out as far as they could and held high. Bumblebee’s optics followed him, pathetically smaller yellow door wings shaking slightly. Prowl was slightly disturbed at the vain streak he was displaying. Still, Bumblebee's staring only served to fuel his vanity and ego and Prowl frowned as he resolved to get a tighter control on his feelings.
Of course, it would be impolite to just ignore the scout and he turned to look at the Camaro and decided to try and befriend the young mech. - “Ratchet informed me that there might be a human around. Is it a recurrent occurrence?”
Bumblebee seemed to hesitate before getting closer. He moved carefully and stayed out of arms reach from Prowl. The black and white mech frowned at the obvious show of mistrust from the other. He wasn’t even going to try and analyze the hint of satisfaction he felt, instead waiting for the other to answer.
Bumblebee seemed to be debating something before looking at his optics again. - “Sam… He comes around often.” - He began. - “Usually during the weekend cause he still has school and his creators are very strict about his curfew.”
“Must be tiring to come and go from the base to the squishie’s home and school” - Prowl commented, gaze trained on the yellow scout. He was rewarded with a hate-filled gaze that almost threw him off balance. It was just a simple comment.
“His name is Sam.” - Bumblebee corrected and Prowl raised an optic ridge at the force behind his correction.
“My apologies. It was not my intention to demean the creature’s value to you.” - Prowl quickly tried to diffuse the other’s mounting anger. His apology seemed to not have the desired effect as Bumblebee’s battle mask covered his face in a clear show of hostility.
“News flash, Prowl, the natives are not called creatures or squishies or whatever other names your processor seems fit to name them. They are humans, homo sapiens, and that is the way we address them. And if I ever hear you call them something different, I will personally talk to Optimus about it.”
Prowl didn’t understand why the other appeared to be so touchy about his words. It was just a simple flesh bag. There were millions like him... Regret suddenly filled him as he realized the contemptuous way he‘d been talking and thinking about a fellow sentient race. He looked at the other‘s covered face, hoping to convey how he felt. - “I am sorry again. It will not happen again.”
This time his apology had better results. Bumblebee shrugged, battle mask retreating. He stared silently and Prowl remained still as Bumblebee studied him while trying to smother the irritation at the youngling’s actions. Without a word, Bumblebee strode out of the room with an over the shoulder. - “Whatever.”
Prowl nodded, making sure to save the information of this encounter. He would need to ask The Prime for an audience and discuss his position in this squad. So far he’d met two very vocal mechs, an apparent lack of protocol and disciplinary methods, poor security measure and possible security risks in the human allowed on base. Maybe he could suggest to his leader that he’d be put in charge of correcting this.
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Bumblebee left in search of Ratchet. He needed to have a few words with him before going to ask Optimus what the frag he’d been thinking when he let Barricade out without supervision. He didn’t want to doubt Ratchet’s skill, but a good reprogramming would not have Prowl referring to humans as squishies and creatures. Those were Decepticon words.
Barricade was still there, Bumblebee was sure of it. The mech had even gone and used the same fragging alt mode! Oh, the mech had changed the look of his armor enough to barely pass as an Autobot. There were no teeth and less pointed edges and the door wings had thrown him off, but it was still the same Saleen Mustang that had chased him through the streets of Tranquility. And Prowl had paraded it in front of him! ‘To protect and serve’ his decals read and Bumblebee had to snort in disgust.