You get Dream number 1 XD I was G1 Prowl, and Jazz and I were trying to escape and find a safehouse before the humans new laws had us under the power of a human master who would use us as slaves. We had to go find Bumblebee and save him and get him to the Witwickys cause they had a safehouse. Bee was being kept and tortured by a really sick human dude. Didn't get any further than that cause i woke up XD
“McCoy, when was the last time Sideswipe had a general check-up?” Sideswipe, who had been snickering beside Bluestreak, suddenly baulked. Ratchet made a ‘tch’ sound, cocking his helm to the side with his evil looking grin still firmly in place, optics twinkling with mischief. “Well, Spock my friend, it’s not for another orn, but logically, there are benefits to scheduling it earlier… I’m free next cycle.” “Hey! I don’t watch that stupid show, why are you taking this out on ME!” Sideswipe pouted, but Prowl only joined Ratchet in his scary smiling. “I’m just reminding you why you don’t talk about pulling pranks in hearing range of superior officers. Especially when those pranks involve said officers.” Prowl responded coolly. The red mech threw out his arms incredulously. “That was BUMBLEBEE! I didn’t even SAY anything about pranking anyone!”
He looked down at the battered protoform, lying sideways, faceplate burrowed into his own scuffed yellow and black servos and Prowl’s midriff. He hadn’t WANTED Prowl to let him go. How he found the position at all comfortable, the ninja couldn’t fathom, but he guessed it was hard for him to feel any worse physically than he already did. And apart from that, how could he deny him? If he needed someone to be there for him, then Prowl would be that someone, he had promised as much. He stared long and hard at the battered mech, faceplate mostly hidden under the swell of his windscreen. That feeling that he was too small returned, like he was a sparkling that needed protection, and yet he knew he was no such thing.
Prowl woke first with a start, Jazz not far behind as Bumblebee thrashed at thin air, screaming, engines whining with his terror. “Bee, wake up mech! It’s just another bad purge-” Jazz deflected the blow of a flailing arm, catching the smaller mechs wrist and bringing the firsted servo to his mouth, kissing it. Prowl clutched a wing to him and revved his engine, murmuring his own reassurances as his other servo sought out a horn and rubbed at it soothingly. Bumblebee jerked in their hold a few times before he gasped, optics onlining with a start. He remained tensed against them, form shaking slightly before he groaned and quivered, relaxing into their soothing holds and touches. He whimpered slightly as the echoes of his purge flashed across his meta. “Sunstorm again?” Prowl asked quietly. Bumblebee just gave a small nod and wriggled deeper into their hold, turbine still whining faintly with unreleased stress.
Prowl held onto Bumblebee long after the purge was over, after they had re-attached an energon feed and put him into forced stasis. Ratchet and the others had left the bay. Wheeljack, after assisting with the end of the purge, had tried to apologise… to do something to show how sorry he was, but Prowl hadn’t been feeling very forgiving, and Bumblebee had been exhausted enough to need the forced stasis. The black and gold mech didn’t know if perhaps he was over-reacting, but he had been so angry at the engineer. From what Ratchet told him, it had been an accident.
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I was G1 Prowl, and Jazz and I were trying to escape and find a safehouse before the humans new laws had us under the power of a human master who would use us as slaves. We had to go find Bumblebee and save him and get him to the Witwickys cause they had a safehouse. Bee was being kept and tortured by a really sick human dude. Didn't get any further than that cause i woke up XD
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PLEASE!
(can't wait for the next chapter ^^)
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Sideswipe, who had been snickering beside Bluestreak, suddenly baulked.
Ratchet made a ‘tch’ sound, cocking his helm to the side with his evil looking grin still firmly in place, optics twinkling with mischief.
“Well, Spock my friend, it’s not for another orn, but logically, there are benefits to scheduling it earlier… I’m free next cycle.”
“Hey! I don’t watch that stupid show, why are you taking this out on ME!”
Sideswipe pouted, but Prowl only joined Ratchet in his scary smiling.
“I’m just reminding you why you don’t talk about pulling pranks in hearing range of superior officers. Especially when those pranks involve said officers.” Prowl responded coolly.
The red mech threw out his arms incredulously. “That was BUMBLEBEE! I didn’t even SAY anything about pranking anyone!”
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That is the most awesome... LOL now only to wait till the whole chapter is up.
CAN'T WAIT!
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He stared long and hard at the battered mech, faceplate mostly hidden under the swell of his windscreen.
That feeling that he was too small returned, like he was a sparkling that needed protection, and yet he knew he was no such thing.
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“Bee, wake up mech! It’s just another bad purge-” Jazz deflected the blow of a flailing arm, catching the smaller mechs wrist and bringing the firsted servo to his mouth, kissing it.
Prowl clutched a wing to him and revved his engine, murmuring his own reassurances as his other servo sought out a horn and rubbed at it soothingly.
Bumblebee jerked in their hold a few times before he gasped, optics onlining with a start.
He remained tensed against them, form shaking slightly before he groaned and quivered, relaxing into their soothing holds and touches. He whimpered slightly as the echoes of his purge flashed across his meta.
“Sunstorm again?” Prowl asked quietly. Bumblebee just gave a small nod and wriggled deeper into their hold, turbine still whining faintly with unreleased stress.
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Thanks, i can't wait to be able to read all of this. =D
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Ratchet and the others had left the bay. Wheeljack, after assisting with the end of the purge, had tried to apologise… to do something to show how sorry he was, but Prowl hadn’t been feeling very forgiving, and Bumblebee had been exhausted enough to need the forced stasis.
The black and gold mech didn’t know if perhaps he was over-reacting, but he had been so angry at the engineer. From what Ratchet told him, it had been an accident.
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