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Title: Prowl's Origin (Chapter 3)
Rating: T
Pairing/Characters: Prowl
Warnings: none
Disclaimer: Not mine. And the world rejoices for it.
A/N: Hope Ironhide is not as Ooc as I fear I made him. I have no excuses if he is. Tell me of any mistakes you find and I’ll fix them as soon as possible.
line - Change of POV
Prowl’s Origin
Chapter 3:
Prowl was satisfied with his work so far. The Prime had been surprised at his offering to help fortify the base against enemy attack, but had given him permission to do it. Under The Prime’s strict supervision, of course. Prowl didn’t expect anything else from his leader. It had been two months of almost nonstop work but the results had impressed The Prime and Prowl still felt like he could take on the world after being praised by his leader.
Right now he was waiting at the entrance of the base to finally meet the last member of the squad. The Prime’s Weapons Specialist, Ironhide. Something about the name made him think of big cannons and fear. Prowl cursed mentally. During the months he’d been working the glitch had been almost completely silent. The only exceptions were when Bumblebee was around and very rarely during his audiences with The Prime. That it now flared up without reason made his logic processor crazy.
He watched the black Topkick approach. Its energy signature clearly marked him as an Autobot and Prowl stood at attention, door wings straight and still.
The black vehicle transformed into an imposing black mech with probably the biggest cannons this side of the galaxy attached to each arm. The cannon on his right arm even had missiles connected around it. Prowl’s slight twitch of his door wings was the only outward sign of his approval. This Ironhide looked terrifying enough and the black paintjob was more suitable for a warrior than glaring yellow and light green.
The black mech looked at him. The open hostility in his optics very similar to Bumblebee’s on their first meeting. But while Bumblebee was nothing more than a youngling playing soldier in Prowl’s processor, Ironhide was clearly old and experienced. His behavior came from years on the battlefield and Prowl respected that.
He saluted the warrior with two taps of his fist against his chest plate. Ironhide’s narrowed optics blinked twice in surprise at the greeting and Prowl berated himself for his mistake. He’d forgotten his leader’s orders to stop saluting as if he was still with his old squad. Something about them annoyed his leader. Prowl still wondered how the red truck seemed to know who they were. His memory had been slagged and there was nothing of them left for the medic to have taken while doing repairs. He still did his best to follow his orders.
“You must be Ironhide.” - He began, trying to cover his slip in manners. - “I am Prowl. Temporary Security Director and Strategist. Autobot Commander Optimus Prime is currently in a meeting with human representatives and assigned me the privilege of showing you the changes done to the base while in your absence. Some of these changes will require your approval.” - Prowl spoke as mechanically and emotionlessly as possible. While Prowl felt nothing but contempt for a mech that had not reported to the base in months, The Prime had made it quite clear that Ironhide was a good friend and they’d been in touch. Someone that his leader considered that important was not someone Prowl wanted to have problems with.
“Where’s Ratchet?” - Came the gruff, almost snarled, reply. Prowl had to admit he liked how it made the black mech seem even more dangerous.
“Chief Medical Officer Ratchet has volunteered his services to a nearby hospital for the day.” - The black and white replied while entering the base.
Technically, the military had made a deal with them. They got Ratchet’s medical treatment twice a month and the Autobots got weapons. Once the deal was on the table, Ratchet had volunteered claiming he was bored of doing nothing but wait in medical. Their leader had accepted and Prowl was left frustrated over the whole thing. He was sure there were better ways to acquire equipment that did not require leaving the base without medical assistance.
Ironhide seemed surprised and Prowl tilted his head to analyze the barely composed figure of the other officer. His optics moved to anywhere but Prowl until they settled on a building separated from the rest of the compound. The police car deducted that Ironhide was displeased at not being able to meet with his comrades.
“I don’t remember that building being here.” - Ironhide pointed at the building.
Prowl turned to look at the recently finished building. - “That is the training room. It was finished recently. As Weapons Specialist, it still requires your final approval and input.” - Prowl answered, missing the surprised and almost delighted expression that crossed the warrior’s face.
“I’ve been itching for a good bout of sparring.” - Commented the Topkick with a wistful look at the building.
Prowl nodded, but continued towards the main complex, ignoring the other mech’s frustrated grunt. He did glanced back at him, smirking slightly at the warrior. - “First I want to show you the Security Room. I need your input regarding some of the weapons added to our defenses in case of attack.
“We have defenses?” - Ironhide asked hurrying to catch up with him.
“Of course. First thing I advised our leader to concentrate our work with instead of trying to build everything at the same time.” - Prowl answered with a hint of pride in his voice.
Ironhide blinked, cannons whirling in what Prowl could only think of as a nervous gesture. The warrior’s blue optics settled on him and Prowl resisted the urge to run from him and his cannons.
In a second, Ironhide straightened up and entered the building. - “Well come on!” - He said quite loudly to the police car. - “The faster I finish going over our so called defenses, the faster I can beat your aft during training.”
Prowl found himself blinking before chuckling darkly. - “Do not be so sure of yourself, my friend. It would not do well for you to underestimate me.”
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Ironhide’s drive back to the Lennox household was pretty quiet. He kept going back to his meeting with Barricade… or Prowl. He’d been avoiding going to the base trying to avoid a confrontation with the Decepticon. He’d been the more vocal opposition to the reprogramming. Better to just let him use the Con for target practice. Once a Decepticon, always a Decepticon. Bumblebee’s continuous complaints against Barricade hadn’t helped in the least in changing his perception.
And when he finally decides to face the music, he finds out that both Optimus and Ratchet trusted Prowl with the base enough to even leave the glitch alone. Unsupervised. Optimus had gone as far as putting the Con in charge of the base’s security and defense. He almost shorted out trying to comprehend what had possessed them to do such a thing.
Until Prowl had shown him what he’d done. The police car had gone to great lengths to make the base as impenetrable as the planet’s technology allowed. Ironhide would give almost anything to have a Science team on the planet. Sure, the humans had technology but... ugh...
The Weapons Specialist’s engine purred in delight at the memory of the training room. It was a dream come true. It even had a small weapons development area that he couldn’t wait to try out. Prowl had certainly thought of everything. And he wasn’t a bad fighter either.
Ironhide didn’t believe in holding back. Knowing that he was sparring with a Con had only made him fight more… vigorously. Prowl had taken it all in stride, fighting back with everything he had. Making the Topkick remember that he was really fighting one of the most dangerous Decepticons they’ve ever encountered, despite his smaller size. Ironhide still kicked his aft, but he grudgingly admitted that it was one of the best sparring matches he’d had in quite a while.
In fact, Prowl had been quite clear that he would like a rematch next week. Ironhide was surprised to realize he was looking forward to it already. Sure, Prowl kept referring to Optimus as The Prime and the greeting he used was one Ironhide recognized as the greeting used by the Lord High Protector’s Special Guard, but maybe the whole reprogramming thing hadn’t been a bad idea after all.
Rating: T
Pairing/Characters: Prowl
Warnings: none
Disclaimer: Not mine. And the world rejoices for it.
A/N: Hope Ironhide is not as Ooc as I fear I made him. I have no excuses if he is. Tell me of any mistakes you find and I’ll fix them as soon as possible.
line - Change of POV
Prowl’s Origin
Chapter 3:
Prowl was satisfied with his work so far. The Prime had been surprised at his offering to help fortify the base against enemy attack, but had given him permission to do it. Under The Prime’s strict supervision, of course. Prowl didn’t expect anything else from his leader. It had been two months of almost nonstop work but the results had impressed The Prime and Prowl still felt like he could take on the world after being praised by his leader.
Right now he was waiting at the entrance of the base to finally meet the last member of the squad. The Prime’s Weapons Specialist, Ironhide. Something about the name made him think of big cannons and fear. Prowl cursed mentally. During the months he’d been working the glitch had been almost completely silent. The only exceptions were when Bumblebee was around and very rarely during his audiences with The Prime. That it now flared up without reason made his logic processor crazy.
He watched the black Topkick approach. Its energy signature clearly marked him as an Autobot and Prowl stood at attention, door wings straight and still.
The black vehicle transformed into an imposing black mech with probably the biggest cannons this side of the galaxy attached to each arm. The cannon on his right arm even had missiles connected around it. Prowl’s slight twitch of his door wings was the only outward sign of his approval. This Ironhide looked terrifying enough and the black paintjob was more suitable for a warrior than glaring yellow and light green.
The black mech looked at him. The open hostility in his optics very similar to Bumblebee’s on their first meeting. But while Bumblebee was nothing more than a youngling playing soldier in Prowl’s processor, Ironhide was clearly old and experienced. His behavior came from years on the battlefield and Prowl respected that.
He saluted the warrior with two taps of his fist against his chest plate. Ironhide’s narrowed optics blinked twice in surprise at the greeting and Prowl berated himself for his mistake. He’d forgotten his leader’s orders to stop saluting as if he was still with his old squad. Something about them annoyed his leader. Prowl still wondered how the red truck seemed to know who they were. His memory had been slagged and there was nothing of them left for the medic to have taken while doing repairs. He still did his best to follow his orders.
“You must be Ironhide.” - He began, trying to cover his slip in manners. - “I am Prowl. Temporary Security Director and Strategist. Autobot Commander Optimus Prime is currently in a meeting with human representatives and assigned me the privilege of showing you the changes done to the base while in your absence. Some of these changes will require your approval.” - Prowl spoke as mechanically and emotionlessly as possible. While Prowl felt nothing but contempt for a mech that had not reported to the base in months, The Prime had made it quite clear that Ironhide was a good friend and they’d been in touch. Someone that his leader considered that important was not someone Prowl wanted to have problems with.
“Where’s Ratchet?” - Came the gruff, almost snarled, reply. Prowl had to admit he liked how it made the black mech seem even more dangerous.
“Chief Medical Officer Ratchet has volunteered his services to a nearby hospital for the day.” - The black and white replied while entering the base.
Technically, the military had made a deal with them. They got Ratchet’s medical treatment twice a month and the Autobots got weapons. Once the deal was on the table, Ratchet had volunteered claiming he was bored of doing nothing but wait in medical. Their leader had accepted and Prowl was left frustrated over the whole thing. He was sure there were better ways to acquire equipment that did not require leaving the base without medical assistance.
Ironhide seemed surprised and Prowl tilted his head to analyze the barely composed figure of the other officer. His optics moved to anywhere but Prowl until they settled on a building separated from the rest of the compound. The police car deducted that Ironhide was displeased at not being able to meet with his comrades.
“I don’t remember that building being here.” - Ironhide pointed at the building.
Prowl turned to look at the recently finished building. - “That is the training room. It was finished recently. As Weapons Specialist, it still requires your final approval and input.” - Prowl answered, missing the surprised and almost delighted expression that crossed the warrior’s face.
“I’ve been itching for a good bout of sparring.” - Commented the Topkick with a wistful look at the building.
Prowl nodded, but continued towards the main complex, ignoring the other mech’s frustrated grunt. He did glanced back at him, smirking slightly at the warrior. - “First I want to show you the Security Room. I need your input regarding some of the weapons added to our defenses in case of attack.
“We have defenses?” - Ironhide asked hurrying to catch up with him.
“Of course. First thing I advised our leader to concentrate our work with instead of trying to build everything at the same time.” - Prowl answered with a hint of pride in his voice.
Ironhide blinked, cannons whirling in what Prowl could only think of as a nervous gesture. The warrior’s blue optics settled on him and Prowl resisted the urge to run from him and his cannons.
In a second, Ironhide straightened up and entered the building. - “Well come on!” - He said quite loudly to the police car. - “The faster I finish going over our so called defenses, the faster I can beat your aft during training.”
Prowl found himself blinking before chuckling darkly. - “Do not be so sure of yourself, my friend. It would not do well for you to underestimate me.”
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Ironhide’s drive back to the Lennox household was pretty quiet. He kept going back to his meeting with Barricade… or Prowl. He’d been avoiding going to the base trying to avoid a confrontation with the Decepticon. He’d been the more vocal opposition to the reprogramming. Better to just let him use the Con for target practice. Once a Decepticon, always a Decepticon. Bumblebee’s continuous complaints against Barricade hadn’t helped in the least in changing his perception.
And when he finally decides to face the music, he finds out that both Optimus and Ratchet trusted Prowl with the base enough to even leave the glitch alone. Unsupervised. Optimus had gone as far as putting the Con in charge of the base’s security and defense. He almost shorted out trying to comprehend what had possessed them to do such a thing.
Until Prowl had shown him what he’d done. The police car had gone to great lengths to make the base as impenetrable as the planet’s technology allowed. Ironhide would give almost anything to have a Science team on the planet. Sure, the humans had technology but... ugh...
The Weapons Specialist’s engine purred in delight at the memory of the training room. It was a dream come true. It even had a small weapons development area that he couldn’t wait to try out. Prowl had certainly thought of everything. And he wasn’t a bad fighter either.
Ironhide didn’t believe in holding back. Knowing that he was sparring with a Con had only made him fight more… vigorously. Prowl had taken it all in stride, fighting back with everything he had. Making the Topkick remember that he was really fighting one of the most dangerous Decepticons they’ve ever encountered, despite his smaller size. Ironhide still kicked his aft, but he grudgingly admitted that it was one of the best sparring matches he’d had in quite a while.
In fact, Prowl had been quite clear that he would like a rematch next week. Ironhide was surprised to realize he was looking forward to it already. Sure, Prowl kept referring to Optimus as The Prime and the greeting he used was one Ironhide recognized as the greeting used by the Lord High Protector’s Special Guard, but maybe the whole reprogramming thing hadn’t been a bad idea after all.