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Title: Prowl's Origin (Chapter 7)
Rating: T
Pairing/Characters: Prowl
Warnings: none
Disclaimer: Not mine. Do not own.
A/N: Haven't been online for almost a month now. I've had this written for a while, but I haven't been online for a month due to weather problems and life issues. I don't know if I'm happy with this chapter, but maybe it's just me being paranoid. Thanks to the people that helped me fix the previous chapters and sorry for the wait.
Prowl’s Origin
Chapter 7:
It wasn’t that Prowl disliked humans. He had come to the conclusion that individual humans were not so bad. Unfortunately, he had also come to the conclusion that the exception to that rule were individual humans that dealt with politics. Of course, any sort of combination of the words human and politics had become a synonym for ‘annoying problems’ to the currently bored Saleen.
He managed to cancel a sigh of exasperation, proud that so far he hadn’t even twitched a doorwing even though all he wanted to do was storm out of the meeting and shoot something.
Secretary Keller was not a bad man. In fact, Prowl had placed him under the category of almost acceptable human. If it weren’t because the President of the United States and his officials had apparently decided to exploit Secretary Keller’s good standing with the Autobots with inane petitions, Prowl was sure he would’ve liked the man.
The Second Lieutenant turned his optics away from the old human. The Prime and Secretary Keller were too absorbed in their negotiations and Prowl feared the meeting would have to continue tomorrow.
They should’ve seen it coming. But they’ve been so busy…
When they got the signal of an arrival they had gone there with the hopes of finding an ally. Prowl himself had seen nothing out of the ordinary. They should’ve been more careful. He should’ve been more careful.
Instead, he had been left with Ironhide’s human while his leader, Ironhide and Ratchet drove right into a trap. And now the humans wanted an explanation for the destruction caused. Prowl was sure this whole meeting was mostly the race’s way to calm their nerves and verify their standing with the Autobots.
Silly humans… How could they doubt Commander Optimus Prime’s promise of protection?
His optics settled on a jittery human. Designation Reginald Simmons. Functioned as a Sector 7 Agent.
Doorwings twitched. Optics narrowed slightly. The Prime halted his conversation for an astrosecond. It was no secret that he didn’t like the man. The other Autobots disliked him too. Prowl thought that the others underestimated the feelings the man could evoke in his spark. The Saleen loathed him and it was all he could do to stay put and not step on the man.
Reginald Simmons reminded him of someone. Someone that could never keep quiet. Someone that grated on his nerves with his voice. Someone that could change alliances as fast as the beating of the human’s organic pump… heart…
Arrogance... Cockiness... Intelligence... Impatience...
It frustrated the Saleen how the mere presence of the man would taunt him with the promise of a real memory. Unfortunately, no matter how much Prowl thought about it, the memory eluded him. Leaving him with spark-felt feelings that had no real meaning, but told him, without a doubt, that he‘d known someone like Reginald Simmons.
Part of him said the darker feelings came from his glitch. The bigger part of him couldn’t care less about it. It was one of those things that made him feel ashamed in front The Prime.
But the mech didn’t avert his optics because he felt ashamed or because he felt like killing one Agent Simmons right in front of The Prime and the human Secretary of Defense. He turned away from the despised human because the corrupted file on his processor was feeding him phantom pains and images.
Images of something big and triangular shape. The pain of bending and breaking. Sensors suddenly telling him he was not on the floor but on the air. And a screeching cackling.
Memories of his attack? Or maybe from another battle he had been in? Or they could be a the result of his processor trying to sort out a lifetime of experiences without real context at a random moment.
He found his optics settling on the female. The signal analyst that had managed to break into the Decepticon signal. Designation Maggie Madsen. Her pet… No, her companion, Glen Whitmann, was beside her as always. He was busy eating some sort of food with high levels of sugar.
Unlike Agent Simmons, she appeared to have learned to keep her mouth shut when expected. Unlike Simmons, she also learned to go behind her superior’s back to get what she wanted. And if she couldn’t do it, she would send her hacker after it.
Prowl’s illogical hatred towards Simmons was not enough to blind him of the threat the female truly was. Agent Simmons -feelings aside- was predictable. He loved drama and everything the man did somehow managed to gather everyone’s attention. Analyst Madsen was unpredictable. Seemingly innocent and beautiful, if his analysis on human aesthetics was correct. She would sell her soul if it gave her the answers she desired at the moment or brought her further along on her job.
“Well, it’s settled then,” Prime said loudly, making Prowl almost jump.
“Yes, it is,” Keller replied, a smile Prowl had come to associate with satisfaction, “I’m glad we managed to get to an agreement.”
Prowl’s doorwings drooped a little. It would be unnoticeable by the humans, but he knew The Prime would notice. The patrol car couldn’t bring himself to care right now. His leader was surely displeased with his work. Why else would he make an agreement without consulting his Second Lieutenant?
“Prowl, I think you’d be happy to know that the United States has agreed to put our base as a diplomatic embassy. On their terms, we would be in Cybertronian territory as soon as you put a foot inside our base,” Optimus Prime finished talking, sending a small packet of information about the agreement to Prowl. Prowl’s optics flickered as he analyzed the data given.
“That is good to know,” He replied slowly. Maybe now he could kick out of the base all the human soldiers.
“Oh, great. What next? Make them citizens? Interspecies marriage?” Simmons cried, while Maggie looked at everyone intently.
“Shut up, Simmons,” Keller said with a frown, “I’m sorry, Optimus. I…”
Someone broke into the meeting room, making everyone stand up in alarm.
“Ratchet? What’s wrong?” Optimus asked, approaching the medic.
“Is it the Decepticons?” Keller asked before Prowl could. The black and white mech awaited the answer while going over tactical data.
“No Decepticons, Prime,” The rescue vehicle replied, seemingly overwhelmed, “A miracle!”
“Miracle?” The analyst asked in that accented voice of hers. Calculating eyes glittering with the prospect of being witness to an important, and highly classified, event.
“It’s Jazz,” Ratchet continued, looking at The Prime, “He’s alive!”
Prowl didn’t hear anything else. He couldn’t even dwell on the impossible and illogical way Ratchet said the late Second Lieutenant came back to life. All he knew was that everything he had worked so hard to gain was lost. He had taken Jazz’s place in the unit, but with him alive again…
Where did he belong now?
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A/N #2: I don't hate the humans and I really like Simmons. He's just too easy to pick on. Anyone care to guess who Simmons and Maggie reminds Prowl of?
Rating: T
Pairing/Characters: Prowl
Warnings: none
Disclaimer: Not mine. Do not own.
A/N: Haven't been online for almost a month now. I've had this written for a while, but I haven't been online for a month due to weather problems and life issues. I don't know if I'm happy with this chapter, but maybe it's just me being paranoid. Thanks to the people that helped me fix the previous chapters and sorry for the wait.
Prowl’s Origin
Chapter 7:
It wasn’t that Prowl disliked humans. He had come to the conclusion that individual humans were not so bad. Unfortunately, he had also come to the conclusion that the exception to that rule were individual humans that dealt with politics. Of course, any sort of combination of the words human and politics had become a synonym for ‘annoying problems’ to the currently bored Saleen.
He managed to cancel a sigh of exasperation, proud that so far he hadn’t even twitched a doorwing even though all he wanted to do was storm out of the meeting and shoot something.
Secretary Keller was not a bad man. In fact, Prowl had placed him under the category of almost acceptable human. If it weren’t because the President of the United States and his officials had apparently decided to exploit Secretary Keller’s good standing with the Autobots with inane petitions, Prowl was sure he would’ve liked the man.
The Second Lieutenant turned his optics away from the old human. The Prime and Secretary Keller were too absorbed in their negotiations and Prowl feared the meeting would have to continue tomorrow.
They should’ve seen it coming. But they’ve been so busy…
When they got the signal of an arrival they had gone there with the hopes of finding an ally. Prowl himself had seen nothing out of the ordinary. They should’ve been more careful. He should’ve been more careful.
Instead, he had been left with Ironhide’s human while his leader, Ironhide and Ratchet drove right into a trap. And now the humans wanted an explanation for the destruction caused. Prowl was sure this whole meeting was mostly the race’s way to calm their nerves and verify their standing with the Autobots.
Silly humans… How could they doubt Commander Optimus Prime’s promise of protection?
His optics settled on a jittery human. Designation Reginald Simmons. Functioned as a Sector 7 Agent.
Doorwings twitched. Optics narrowed slightly. The Prime halted his conversation for an astrosecond. It was no secret that he didn’t like the man. The other Autobots disliked him too. Prowl thought that the others underestimated the feelings the man could evoke in his spark. The Saleen loathed him and it was all he could do to stay put and not step on the man.
Reginald Simmons reminded him of someone. Someone that could never keep quiet. Someone that grated on his nerves with his voice. Someone that could change alliances as fast as the beating of the human’s organic pump… heart…
Arrogance... Cockiness... Intelligence... Impatience...
It frustrated the Saleen how the mere presence of the man would taunt him with the promise of a real memory. Unfortunately, no matter how much Prowl thought about it, the memory eluded him. Leaving him with spark-felt feelings that had no real meaning, but told him, without a doubt, that he‘d known someone like Reginald Simmons.
Part of him said the darker feelings came from his glitch. The bigger part of him couldn’t care less about it. It was one of those things that made him feel ashamed in front The Prime.
But the mech didn’t avert his optics because he felt ashamed or because he felt like killing one Agent Simmons right in front of The Prime and the human Secretary of Defense. He turned away from the despised human because the corrupted file on his processor was feeding him phantom pains and images.
Images of something big and triangular shape. The pain of bending and breaking. Sensors suddenly telling him he was not on the floor but on the air. And a screeching cackling.
Memories of his attack? Or maybe from another battle he had been in? Or they could be a the result of his processor trying to sort out a lifetime of experiences without real context at a random moment.
He found his optics settling on the female. The signal analyst that had managed to break into the Decepticon signal. Designation Maggie Madsen. Her pet… No, her companion, Glen Whitmann, was beside her as always. He was busy eating some sort of food with high levels of sugar.
Unlike Agent Simmons, she appeared to have learned to keep her mouth shut when expected. Unlike Simmons, she also learned to go behind her superior’s back to get what she wanted. And if she couldn’t do it, she would send her hacker after it.
Prowl’s illogical hatred towards Simmons was not enough to blind him of the threat the female truly was. Agent Simmons -feelings aside- was predictable. He loved drama and everything the man did somehow managed to gather everyone’s attention. Analyst Madsen was unpredictable. Seemingly innocent and beautiful, if his analysis on human aesthetics was correct. She would sell her soul if it gave her the answers she desired at the moment or brought her further along on her job.
“Well, it’s settled then,” Prime said loudly, making Prowl almost jump.
“Yes, it is,” Keller replied, a smile Prowl had come to associate with satisfaction, “I’m glad we managed to get to an agreement.”
Prowl’s doorwings drooped a little. It would be unnoticeable by the humans, but he knew The Prime would notice. The patrol car couldn’t bring himself to care right now. His leader was surely displeased with his work. Why else would he make an agreement without consulting his Second Lieutenant?
“Prowl, I think you’d be happy to know that the United States has agreed to put our base as a diplomatic embassy. On their terms, we would be in Cybertronian territory as soon as you put a foot inside our base,” Optimus Prime finished talking, sending a small packet of information about the agreement to Prowl. Prowl’s optics flickered as he analyzed the data given.
“That is good to know,” He replied slowly. Maybe now he could kick out of the base all the human soldiers.
“Oh, great. What next? Make them citizens? Interspecies marriage?” Simmons cried, while Maggie looked at everyone intently.
“Shut up, Simmons,” Keller said with a frown, “I’m sorry, Optimus. I…”
Someone broke into the meeting room, making everyone stand up in alarm.
“Ratchet? What’s wrong?” Optimus asked, approaching the medic.
“Is it the Decepticons?” Keller asked before Prowl could. The black and white mech awaited the answer while going over tactical data.
“No Decepticons, Prime,” The rescue vehicle replied, seemingly overwhelmed, “A miracle!”
“Miracle?” The analyst asked in that accented voice of hers. Calculating eyes glittering with the prospect of being witness to an important, and highly classified, event.
“It’s Jazz,” Ratchet continued, looking at The Prime, “He’s alive!”
Prowl didn’t hear anything else. He couldn’t even dwell on the impossible and illogical way Ratchet said the late Second Lieutenant came back to life. All he knew was that everything he had worked so hard to gain was lost. He had taken Jazz’s place in the unit, but with him alive again…
Where did he belong now?
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A/N #2: I don't hate the humans and I really like Simmons. He's just too easy to pick on. Anyone care to guess who Simmons and Maggie reminds Prowl of?