KISS - Image
Even Prowl deserves a little love on Valentines Day
just a little friendship fic here
KISS - Image
Cupid could have shot a dozen arrows at him and he would have still been oblivious. Besides, there was no logical way a child’s flimsy wooden arrow could even pierce through his armor, let alone infect him with some metaphorical poison. As far as he knew, love was an emotion. It could be shown through physical actions, but there was no way the emotion itself could be physically injected into anyone.
So he wasn’t too bothered about the antics of his faction-mates, as long as none of it disrupted the delicate workings of the unit as a whole. He himself could not be bothered partaking in any of the day’s activities as there was simply too much work to be done, as was always the case when celebrating any of the Earthen holidays.
Someone, after all, had to be grounded while the rest of the troupe ran around like newly-created turbopups.
Prowl hardly reacted to the sight of Windcharger lying half on Brawn’s lap and plucking the petals off some poor local plant, nor was he particularly surprised to see Seaspray blush when Carly leaned up and placed a kiss on his faceplate. Elsewhere, other friends gave each other small boxes of energon goodies and large, organic paper hearts that they had probably cut out themselves.
Most of them barely realized that if it weren't for the constant work he and some of the others did, they wouldn’t have been able to enjoy the day like this. Not that Prowl was bitter about it. He liked his work. It gave him something useful to do with his time instead of waste it on the trivial fluff he was seeing displayed before him.
There was a shuffling sound outside his door, one that he’d been hearing on and off for the past half an hour now. While not particularly irritating, it WAS starting to get a little distracting. If someone was wanted to come inside, why didn’t they? And if they didn’t, why were they still lingering outside his door?
Experienced reasoning told him that whatever it was, it would probably not be good for him, though he’d expected that mechs would have learned not to try and prank him by now. Nevertheless, he approached the door cautiously and activated the sensor to open it.
Bluestreak jumped back with a yelp.
“P-Prowl! Its you! I… I mean of course its you, it’s your office after all, but I uh… I didn’t think you’d open your door just like that, and it startled me.”
“I see Prowl said, carefully looking around before stepping forward.
“Yeah… Its just, you’ve been working all day, and I thought you might want to come out and have some fun for a while, with me and a few of the other guys.”
“I seriously doubt your definition of fun is the same as mine. I’m quite happy in here Bluestreak, you go on ahead.”
“Oh… okay then.” The younger mech shuffled nervously
“Is there something else you wanted?” Prowl asked.
He nodded.
“What is it?”
Bluestreak leaned over and gave him a quick hug. Then he pulled back and quickly ran down the hallway.
Prowl watched him go, then looked down. Bluestreak had dropped something on the ground, and as Prowl bent to pick it up, he saw that it was a rectangular paper card with a heart drawn on it in red marker pen. He flipped it open and saw a hastily drawn version of himself and whom he guessed to be Bluestreak, standing on either side of another heart.
“To Prowl, Happy Valentines Day, Love Bluestreak” was written inside as well.
Smiling to himself, the Autobot tactician retreated back into his office and placed the card on his console. It was nice to know someone cared.
~END.