Call Out to the Night (1/?)
Title: Call Out to the Night
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Some attempted offlining
Universe: 2007 Movie
Summary: After coming to Earth alone, seeing his small troop of soldiers die in front of his optics, and hearing his best friend die in battle can Prowl cope with the on going war?
Pairing/Characters: Prowl, Bumblebee, Ratchet, Optimus Prime, Ironhide, metions Bluestreak and Jazz
“blah” - Normal human speck
blah - thinking
‘blah’ - Comm. Specking
“blah” - Cybertronian speak
::blah:: - text speak
Chapter 1
It was a dark and rainy night when a new arrival from Cybertron came to Earth. Shaky legs quivered as a damaged frame tried to move. At that moment the small group of Autobots arrived at the landing site. “Primus...” Optimus said “Prowl...”
Sam and Mikeala stayed close to Bumblebee as Ratchet raced towards the damaged mech. “Easy Prowl.” Ratchet spoke in Cybertronian as he steadied him.
“W-Where’s Jazz...” the mech called Prowl spoke weakly.
“He...he died in battle.” Optimus spoke “I’m sorry Prowl.”
“...Oh...”
“Let’s get back to the base.” Ratchet said “I need to start working on him immediately.”
“Bee?” Sam started confused “What just happened? Who is he?”
It was Ironhide that spoke. “That’s Prowl.” He said “He’s our second in command and our tactician. I’m a bit surprised he’s the only one here. Last we saw of him he was in charge of another small group of Autobots.”
“We’ll get to know later.” Optimus said “Let’s get to base first.”
- - -
Back at the base, Ratchet was hard at work fixing up Prowl. He noticed the look Prowl was having on his faceplates. “Prowl?”
“...W-Why do good...m-mechs die Ratchet...?”
Ratchet was taken back on that, a look of surprise on his faceplates. “Prowl, don’t think of such things.” He said “I know you and Jazz were best friends...”
“...I-It’s not just Jazz...”
“You mean...” Ratchet started in shock.
“T-They all died...” Prowl whispered sadly “...A-All of them... I-I led them...t-to their deaths... I barely made it...o-out of there with...m-my spark in tact...” Ratchet slowly placed a hand on Prowl’s shoulder. “...H-He was just...a-a youngling...” Ratchet suddenly knew who Prowl was talking about. Bluestreak, a young mech from Praxus that Prowl looked after as if he was the youngling’s creator. “I-I ran the numbers over and over... B-But they still died...”
“Prowl, snap out of it!” Ratchet said as he grabbed Prowl’s shoulders “Listen to your chief medic. No matter what you are thinking it’s not your fault. No one is going to blame you on what happened to them. We’re in a slagging war for Primus sakes! Casualties will happen and what we have to do is grieve and move on. If Jazz or Bluestreak were still here would they like you being this way?”
“...” Prowl slowly looked away.
- - -
“So that’s what happened.” Optimus said once Ratchet told him what had happened.
“What kind of slagging ‘Con would kill a small group of soldiers and leave our tactician a quivering mess?” Ironhide growled.
“That is in the past Ironhide.” Optimus said “I know you would like to take it out on the Decepticons but that’s not an option. Right now we have to be there for Prowl.”
“You have to help with a lot of the paper work.” Ratchet said.
“Wha? You can’t be serious. I’m a weapon specialist...” Ironhide started to protest.
“You are also Fourth in Command.” Ratchet said “I don’t want Prowl to bury himself in paper work in grief. We all know he can be a workaholic and with him being mentally unstable at the moment his work might be the death of him.”
Ironhide sighed. “Very well, Ratchet.”
“Did Prowl mention what Decepticon or Decepticons did this?” Optimus asked.
Ratchet made a sighing sound from his intakes. “Sadly no he didn’t.”
“Where is Prowl anyways?”
“Still in Med Bay.” Ratchet said “I told him to get some rest. I just hope he takes my advice instead of doing something stupid.”
- - -
Bumblebee was walking down the hall, passing the Medical Bay when he heard a terrible crash from within. Bumblebee got worried as he slowly opened the doors. “Prowl?” His voice processor was still static-y and would at times go out because he hadn’t used it in so long. His optics widened in shock and surprise when he saw Prowl over by Ratchet’s supply cabinet with the contents all over the floor. Prowl was sitting in the middle of the mess, some of the welding that was on his frame came undone and was leaking small amounts of Energon and coolant. Bumblebee ran over to him. He was about to ask Prowl what happened when his voice processor gave out again. ::Prowl! What happened?:: Bumblebee sent a text message instead.
Prowl slowly looked up at him from staring at the floor. “B-Bee...?”
Bumblebee nodded. ::Are you okay? You want me to get Ratchet?::
“I-I’m fine...” Bumblebee noticed the way Prowl’s door wings were moving.
::Maybe I should get Ratchet.::
“N-No, please...”
::You’re hurt....::
Prowl sadly looked up at him. “B-Bee, don’t tell Ratchet...”
Bumblebee looked worried at him. He had looked up to Prowl ever since he was a sparkling being raised by Ironhide ever since he was found. ::Prowl, please. You’re scaring me talking like that.:: Prowl slowly stood up but stumble forward, Bumblebee acted fast and caught him before he fell. He sent out a text to Ratchet and before long the medic came back to his domain.
He scanned the contents that was on the floor and nearly growled. “I told you to rest and what do you do while I’m gone? You tried to offline yourself.” Ratchet growled. Bumblebee looked shocked and scared as he looked at Prowl.
“W-Who cares...”
Bumblebee looked even more upset. ::I care, Prowl.::
“Y-You’re just...s-saying that...”
::No, I’m not.::
“I suggest you listen to him, Prowl.” Ratchet said “We all care about you. So stop acting like a slag-tar. Bumblebee, get him back on the berth so I can rework on him.” Bumblebee nodded and led Prowl back over to the said berth.