It took a while before Sam could pluck up his courage to talk to Prowl, but in the mean time, Ratchet had been doing a lot of work on him, so much so that he was almost unrecognizable. He likely would have been, if it hadn’t been for the police motif that the mech sported.
“Hey!” Sam called out and ran after the mech.
Prowl glanced at him with a hard expression and he continued on, ignoring Sam completely.
Sam was quickly left behind, growling in frustration. “What is going on around here?! Does he want to talk or not?”
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100 Drabbles - Prompt Table