Plot Bunny got me again!
Well...it's an idea for a 2007movie verse fic. Where for a bit as a prologue started out in space or Cybertron, I can't deiced with. Prowl was SIC but something bad happens where he was force to turn the rains over to his friend Jazz. I was thinking some type of very bad virus or something no one knows how to stop at the time.
“blah” - Normal human speak
“blah” - Cybertronian speak
blah - thinking
Prologue
(Space in the Ark: a long time ago)
Alarms and sounds of fighting could be heard. A small group of Autobots were trying their best to defend off a raiding party of Decepticons. A black and white mech was shouting orders to the others while Optimus was busy fighting Starscream. Everyone was so busy, no one notice Sorponck sneaking around and behind the black and white mech. The mech was about to shout out another set of orders until Sorponock ponced and dug his fangs into the most sentive part of wiring in the back of the mech’s neck. “Ahhh!” the mech screamed in pain as he fell to his knees.
“Prowl! Get off of him you lousy Decepticon!” Jazz shouted as he ran over and toss Sorponock off of the mech. He then immidenly went to his side. “Prowl, ya okay?” he asked worriedly. He was no medic but he can tell that the black and white mech was not well but Jazz wanted to make sure he notices as well.
“I-I’m fine...J-Jazz.. G-Get back to...t-the battle...”
Jazz shook his head. “No, yer NOT fine.” He said “Now sit tight and I’ll get Ratch.”
It wasn’t long until the Autobots drove off the Decepticons. Ratchet came over to run a check on the black and white mech. His scans started to worry him. “Ironhide, help me get Prowl to medical.” He said to the weapons specialist. With that they headed to the Medical Bay with Jazz and Optimus following behind.
- - -
“It’s a very bad virus.” Ratchet said in a serious matter later on.
“Is there anything ya can do?” Jazz asked before Optimus could.
Ratchet sadly shook his head. “The only way if I have Scorponk or some part of him here.” Ratchet explained “It’s with his venom I need to make an anti-virus. We could put him on a stasis life support system until we can get the venom we need to make the anti-virus.”
“And if we don’t?” Optimus asked.
Ratchet sighed. “He’ll die sir...” he said.
“...J-Jazz...” the very weak Prowl spoke. Jazz instantly came to his side and held his hand. “...Y-You’re second...n-now Jazz...”
“Prowl, don’t talk like that.” Jazz said worriedly.
“...I-It’s the only...l-logical thing...