Needed a little funny.
Star-crossed continues to be angsty. I wanted to do a bonus for those two, but the shower scene is still my treat for post fic. I have another bonus chapter, but... it's looking to be too long, and angstier than I wanted. >.< It also deserves more attention than I want to take from the current chapter.
I was hoping to have fit this into the Ever-twined 'verse. But this Prowl doesn't feel quite right for that. This is currently unattached to any other my 'verses*.
Title Prowl Says Nay!
Characters/Pairings Prowl/Sideswipe, other characters get brief mention.
Warnings Do sparklings need warning?
Summary Sideswipe has an idea. See Title.
Sideswipe watched little Moonracer dash between her creator units. Her hands grabbed at anything within reach: datapads, energon cubes, knees, feet, shins, hands. Ironhide would shoo her over to Chromia, only to be sent straight back to him. Occasionally she would be sent to Chromedome, and the mech would hoist her in the air (making her squee happily) before setting her loose again, more hyper than before. The red twin glanced at Prowl, knowing the mech to be oblivious to the attention. The black and white wing panels didn’t even twitch, normally the surest way to tell the tactician had noticed someone observing him. Sideswipe did consider trying to sneak up on his lover, but decided against it, that would simply give him away.
He looked back over at the sparkling that continued to wreck havoc about the rec room. A few mechs had already left. The femmes had no problem just shooing her away, or even giving Moonracer a portion of their attention, but that was only natural. After all, most femmes had to tolerate the attention (occasionally undivided) of several mechs (usually all at once), a sparkling was considered next to nothing, and dealt with offhand.
Sparklings were becoming less and less common, because of the war. A few hubs still had enough members to create a new spark, as had happened in Chromia’s instance, but that had been shortly before she had lost Camshaft, and so would not happen again.
Sideswipe’s optics slid back to Prowl, and he shifted his stance, leaning on the table to whisper toward Prowl, “You wouldn’t want one, would you?”
Prowl’s doorwings finally twitched and he looked up, brow ridges furrowed in confusion. “What?”
Sideswipe slid closer, bracing his hands along the edge of the table until he could sit right next to the mech’s elbow. He grinned at Prowl from over his shoulder. “I asked if you would want one.”
Prowl’s confused expression didn’t lessen, instead it deepened, reaching down and shoving his mouth into a frown. “Want one what?” He finally looked around the room, optics searching for what Sideswipe meant.
The black head tilted toward Chromedome tossing little Moonracer in the air. Prowl looked, and he seemed to lean back, doorwings lifting and posture stating a distaste that not even the lowest grade of energon had ever managed to put there, and they had consumed some fragging low, low grade in their time as soldiers.
Sideswipe watched, waiting for more of a reaction from the tactician. He was certain there would be more, Prowl still hadn’t said anything yet.
Sideswipe waited for about a breem, wondering why Prowl was so quiet. Hmm.
Too quiet.
Abnormally quiet.
Alarmingly quiet.
Okay. Sideswipe was starting to get worried, now. “Prowl?”
Prowl stared, but he no longer actually looked at anything in particular, and his doorwings twitched with the rhythmless motions of uncontrolled power surges.
“Oh, slag.” Sideswipe turned, his thigh brushing Prowl’s upper arm. He touched the white shoulder, and then black on the wing panel. Then he pressed his lips together, forcing the corners of his mouth down, and slammed his hand upside the white helmet.
Prowl rocked forward, chevron bouncing off the table before he jolted back upright, his optics flashing and flickering as his CPU reset.
Prowl turned his stare on the red mech. “You want a sparkling?”
Sideswipe shrugged looking back out at Moonracer. “It’s a thought. Haven’t you considered it?”
Prowl didn’t relent that stare even a micrometer. “You? And a sparkling? With me?”
Sideswipe almost couldn’t keep his mouth turned down. “Yeah, that’s the general idea.”
“Sideswipe, please tell me that I misheard you. Tell me that I have a glitch in my processor. Tell me something. Because I know I’m not hearing you say that you want a sparkling.”
“Wish I could, Prowl.”
Prowl stood, abruptly; shoving Sideswipe to the floor without a thought. “Come with me.” A white hand wrapped around Sideswipe’s wrist, hauling the warrior up off the floor and straight for the door to the rec room.
Sideswipe didn’t have much of a choice, but to follow. “Hey, wait. Just an astrosecond! Where are we going?”
Prowl didn’t halt, glaring at all the far too inquisitive mechs watching them with barely contained amusement, Moonracer safely tucked in
Ironhide’s arms. He didn’t even look back at Sideswipe. “We are going to Ratchet,” he said, as though it should be perfectly obvious.
“Oh, really? What if I don’t want to go see Ratchet?”
Prowl jerked on Sideswipe’s arm once, particularly harsh. “Did I ask?”
Sideswipe hit a corner, Prowl not seeming to notice, but Sideswipe knew better. “Okay then. Why are we going to see Ratchet? And I’ll have you know, that hurt.” Sideswipe rubbed at his now dented nasal ridge.
“You are getting a spark chamber seal installed.”
Sideswipe stumbled a few steps. “What? Hey, wait a breem! It doesn’t work like that. We'd need a femme! And more mechs!”
Prowl stopped, finally. He turned and shoved Sideswipe into the wall with one finger on the red chestplate. “This is you! The last time you had a brilliant thought. It did not remain merely thought for long. You defy logic in nearly all things, why not this as well? I refuse to risk it.” With that, Prowl turned and barged on ahead.
“Whoawhoawhoawhoa! But what if I don’t want to do that? I mean, come one that was one time.” The words jittered out of his vocalizer, staggering with the rhythm of his footsteps.
“One time,” Prowl scoffed. “If you-you-are considering a sparkling, then I see no other option. Particularly if you want to remain with me.”
“Prowl, hey Prowl. Hey!” Prowl didn’t stop this time, didn’t turn. “Look, I was kidding. It was a joke. Just a simple little joke. You don’t have to do this really.”
Still Prowl did not stop.
“Come on Prowl. Please?”
Mechs watched them in confusion as they strode down the residential hall.
“Please? Prowl? Prooooowwwwwwwwwwl!”
Author’s Note Consider a spark chamber seal like a Cybertronian IUD and condom rolled into one.
I was hoping to have fit this into the Ever-twined 'verse. But this Prowl doesn't feel quite right for that. This is currently unattached to any other my 'verses*.
Title Prowl Says Nay!
Characters/Pairings Prowl/Sideswipe, other characters get brief mention.
Warnings Do sparklings need warning?
Summary Sideswipe has an idea. See Title.
Sideswipe watched little Moonracer dash between her creator units. Her hands grabbed at anything within reach: datapads, energon cubes, knees, feet, shins, hands. Ironhide would shoo her over to Chromia, only to be sent straight back to him. Occasionally she would be sent to Chromedome, and the mech would hoist her in the air (making her squee happily) before setting her loose again, more hyper than before. The red twin glanced at Prowl, knowing the mech to be oblivious to the attention. The black and white wing panels didn’t even twitch, normally the surest way to tell the tactician had noticed someone observing him. Sideswipe did consider trying to sneak up on his lover, but decided against it, that would simply give him away.
He looked back over at the sparkling that continued to wreck havoc about the rec room. A few mechs had already left. The femmes had no problem just shooing her away, or even giving Moonracer a portion of their attention, but that was only natural. After all, most femmes had to tolerate the attention (occasionally undivided) of several mechs (usually all at once), a sparkling was considered next to nothing, and dealt with offhand.
Sparklings were becoming less and less common, because of the war. A few hubs still had enough members to create a new spark, as had happened in Chromia’s instance, but that had been shortly before she had lost Camshaft, and so would not happen again.
Sideswipe’s optics slid back to Prowl, and he shifted his stance, leaning on the table to whisper toward Prowl, “You wouldn’t want one, would you?”
Prowl’s doorwings finally twitched and he looked up, brow ridges furrowed in confusion. “What?”
Sideswipe slid closer, bracing his hands along the edge of the table until he could sit right next to the mech’s elbow. He grinned at Prowl from over his shoulder. “I asked if you would want one.”
Prowl’s confused expression didn’t lessen, instead it deepened, reaching down and shoving his mouth into a frown. “Want one what?” He finally looked around the room, optics searching for what Sideswipe meant.
The black head tilted toward Chromedome tossing little Moonracer in the air. Prowl looked, and he seemed to lean back, doorwings lifting and posture stating a distaste that not even the lowest grade of energon had ever managed to put there, and they had consumed some fragging low, low grade in their time as soldiers.
Sideswipe watched, waiting for more of a reaction from the tactician. He was certain there would be more, Prowl still hadn’t said anything yet.
Sideswipe waited for about a breem, wondering why Prowl was so quiet. Hmm.
Too quiet.
Abnormally quiet.
Alarmingly quiet.
Okay. Sideswipe was starting to get worried, now. “Prowl?”
Prowl stared, but he no longer actually looked at anything in particular, and his doorwings twitched with the rhythmless motions of uncontrolled power surges.
“Oh, slag.” Sideswipe turned, his thigh brushing Prowl’s upper arm. He touched the white shoulder, and then black on the wing panel. Then he pressed his lips together, forcing the corners of his mouth down, and slammed his hand upside the white helmet.
Prowl rocked forward, chevron bouncing off the table before he jolted back upright, his optics flashing and flickering as his CPU reset.
Prowl turned his stare on the red mech. “You want a sparkling?”
Sideswipe shrugged looking back out at Moonracer. “It’s a thought. Haven’t you considered it?”
Prowl didn’t relent that stare even a micrometer. “You? And a sparkling? With me?”
Sideswipe almost couldn’t keep his mouth turned down. “Yeah, that’s the general idea.”
“Sideswipe, please tell me that I misheard you. Tell me that I have a glitch in my processor. Tell me something. Because I know I’m not hearing you say that you want a sparkling.”
“Wish I could, Prowl.”
Prowl stood, abruptly; shoving Sideswipe to the floor without a thought. “Come with me.” A white hand wrapped around Sideswipe’s wrist, hauling the warrior up off the floor and straight for the door to the rec room.
Sideswipe didn’t have much of a choice, but to follow. “Hey, wait. Just an astrosecond! Where are we going?”
Prowl didn’t halt, glaring at all the far too inquisitive mechs watching them with barely contained amusement, Moonracer safely tucked in
Ironhide’s arms. He didn’t even look back at Sideswipe. “We are going to Ratchet,” he said, as though it should be perfectly obvious.
“Oh, really? What if I don’t want to go see Ratchet?”
Prowl jerked on Sideswipe’s arm once, particularly harsh. “Did I ask?”
Sideswipe hit a corner, Prowl not seeming to notice, but Sideswipe knew better. “Okay then. Why are we going to see Ratchet? And I’ll have you know, that hurt.” Sideswipe rubbed at his now dented nasal ridge.
“You are getting a spark chamber seal installed.”
Sideswipe stumbled a few steps. “What? Hey, wait a breem! It doesn’t work like that. We'd need a femme! And more mechs!”
Prowl stopped, finally. He turned and shoved Sideswipe into the wall with one finger on the red chestplate. “This is you! The last time you had a brilliant thought. It did not remain merely thought for long. You defy logic in nearly all things, why not this as well? I refuse to risk it.” With that, Prowl turned and barged on ahead.
“Whoawhoawhoawhoa! But what if I don’t want to do that? I mean, come one that was one time.” The words jittered out of his vocalizer, staggering with the rhythm of his footsteps.
“One time,” Prowl scoffed. “If you-you-are considering a sparkling, then I see no other option. Particularly if you want to remain with me.”
“Prowl, hey Prowl. Hey!” Prowl didn’t stop this time, didn’t turn. “Look, I was kidding. It was a joke. Just a simple little joke. You don’t have to do this really.”
Still Prowl did not stop.
“Come on Prowl. Please?”
Mechs watched them in confusion as they strode down the residential hall.
“Please? Prowl? Prooooowwwwwwwwwwl!”
Author’s Note Consider a spark chamber seal like a Cybertronian IUD and condom rolled into one.