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Becoming Mama Bear	By : Breech_Loader Category: Transformers > Transformers: Animated > Het - M/F Views: 8539 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Becoming Mama Bear

Co-Written by Harley Quinn hyenaholic and Froggy22651

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Harley: Well at least we got one review. I guess I SHOULD get back on You Lost though... as well. For a bit. Oh, and the actual writing of this fic is almost completed.

Froggy: We know how it’s going to end. Can you guess?

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Chapter Twenty-Two: How, Why, When

Some hours later, Prowl's energy cells warmed up once again and his systems gradually came on-line, taking the time to run a diagnostic as he regained consciousness. The first thing he noticed was the warmth of another machine, against him, around him... A gentle, satisfied smirk was all his own as he saw Hotwire pressed up against him in her own recharge cycle. Neither of them had replaced their armour since last night, and were by Cybertronian standards, almost naked. At some point while they had been recharging, his interfacing cable had slipped back inside her port, and were at least slightly erect again.

Hotwire was still recharging peacefully, but she must have sensed something, for she shifted slightly, bringing herself closer to Prowl. Her engine gave a low, contented whine, and it was obvious that she too had slept well. She hadn’t even woken up, so she had never noticed that Prowl had slid his cables back inside her port.

But Prowl didn’t feel like pulling out just yet. He looked back on the night before, his smile not wavering. He held Hotwire gently against him, feeling free for more than one reason. Most of all, there was now someone else who knew his secret. He didn’t feel like he might some day revert to a Decepticon anymore. For the first time in millennia, he could be totally honest with someone.

Hotwire shifted closer to him again, before slowly waking up. She looked up at Prowl, and a smile of relief spread across her face, "It wasn't a dream," she murmured, "It wasn't a dream... I didn't sleep alone..." she curled up closer to him, "But if it had been... it would have been the best dream I've ever had..."

"Agreed,” Prowl replied simply, running a thumb across her cheek, "I slept well last night....and it seems I no longer have any secrets to hide."

Hotwire smiled, then noticed his cable within her. She wasn’t sure if he had slid back inside her while she had been awake, or after she had fallen into recharge. But it felt really good, so she didn’t protest, “Looks like somebody’s found a cosy new home,” she teased him gently. As they shifted around, his cable slipped out of her again, but she didn’t mention it, feeling the need to mention something more important, "I..." she struggled with the word, "There's something I want to say to you. I said it to somebody before... and it meant nothing in the end. I didn't mean to ever say it again, because it hurt so much to be wrong... I don't know if I can... it's been so long... but I feel like I should."

Prowl followed her words carefully, understanding her meaning, despite how much she rambled. He knew what she wanted to say, but also knew it was awkward for her to say it. This was obviously something difficult for her, "Yes?"

"You see..." Hotwire swallowed, looking up at his blue visor, "I... Well, the fact is that... I love you," she whispered, her throat almost closing up at the words.

Prowl absorbed the words, took them in carefully; savoured their sound and meaning as Hotwire spoke them for the first time. Not ‘I care’ or anything vague like that, but the three words, straight out, that he’d been aching to hear from her, but knew he could never force her to say. He nodded quietly in understanding. "Most people don't realize how dangerous those words are,” he spoke softly, "But I love you too."

Hotwire slumped in Prowl's arms. It was as if one huge weight had been lifted off her chassis - and been replaced with another, "Oh, Primus," she said softly, hiding her face against Prowl, "And now I'm so scared... I don't want to be wrong again, I couldn't bear it... I hate being scared!"

"Don't be. I won't give you a reason to be,” Prowl reassured her, "I've been hurt before, too. I've been betrayed and left to die. It's not something I would do to someone else. Especially not you."

Hotwire looked up again, thinking about it. That didn't sound like an Autobot thing to do. Autobots usually came back even if it was a stupid, pointless and deadly thing to do, "You mean, back before you defected to the Autobots?" she hazarded.

Prowl nodded. "Yes,” he answered, smirking slightly, "It was the reason I defected, in fact."

"Hmmm..." Hotwire looked curious, "Makes sense... sometimes 'cons do get sick of being left to rust on battlefields. I don't suppose you'd like to go into detail?"

"If you want,” Prowl told her, "It started way back when I was in training to become a Decepticon spy...”

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Oil Slick crept up on Barricade. Ten feet. Five feet. Two feet and... GRAB! The cyberninja in training laughed roughly as he held his boyfriend from behind. They often played these games in training. One sneaking up on the other... whoever won got to be on top. Oil Slick liked these games. And he liked having Barricade as his boyfriend. He could have chosen anybody else, but he wanted the best. Not some teacher's pet, either. Somebody who knew how to have fun. And for that, Barricade was just perfect. Because he too was a Decepticon.

"Gotcha!" he hissed in Barricade's audios.

Barricade swore loudly in Cybertronian, surprised by Oil Slick's victory. The two had been hunting each other in the training grounds for over an hour now. Despite the slight embarrassment of losing, knowing what else this loss meant caused the young Decepticon's spark to heat up. His arms pinned at his sides, he rumbled quietly, "You're getting better, Slick. Almost as good as I am now."

"Oh, I wouldn't say that," Oil Slick grinned, his voice smooth, "You've still got a lot to learn... like moving your servos silently... influencing others with a few touches..." he stroked Barricade's thigh with a claw.

"You know," said a third voice, "One of the things ninjas have ta learn is humility." The two mechs glared up at the white and blue mech who had managed to sneak up on them while they were preoccupied. Jazz was a bore and a teacher's pet, and probably the least cool mech in the class because of it.

Barricade, who had just let out a slight shiver of anticipation, found himself deeply annoyed by having the mood ruined. "And the last I heard, you were still a student, too, Jazz,” the young ninja in training insulted his fellow student, "Perhaps you should go listen to more of the teachers' lessons instead of bothering us with your own."

"If ya pulled all this messin' about on a real battlefield, ya'll be trashed in a few hours," Jazz pointed out, "I don't need ta be a teacher to know that." It was stupid. The only reason he nagged Prowl like this was because he hated watching him hanging around with that trouble-maker Oil Slick. And the only reason he didn't like Oil Slick was because Prowl liked the mech better than him. It was stupid and pathetic... and he knew it. But he was never going to be cool or accepted like they were. Just a teacher's pet.

"Good thing it’s not a real battlefield, now isn't it?" Barricade retorted. He was many things, but stupid was not one of them, and he felt no desire to be lectured by some stuck-up mech like Jazz. The last thing he needed was for the teacher’s pet to find out his true goals.

Jazz paused, then turned away, trying to ignore the mechs behind him. Oil Slick watched him go with a smirk, "Stupid protoform," he sneered at the leaving Autobot's back, "As if cyberninjas ever end up on the front lines anyway. We go in at the sides. If he's going to be such a bratty teacher's pet, and pay attention like he does, you'd think he'd know that..."

"First rule of the ninja,” Barricade agreed, leaning back against his training partner, "Well, we know who to avoid when the real trouble starts."

"I know who I can rely on though," Oil Slick grinned, trailing a finger up Barricade's thigh again.

Barricade tilted his head back against Oil Slick's shoulder, purring softly and spreading his legs just enough to make it easier for his lover. Yes, it was nice to have a fellow student he could rely on. The little extra benefits like this only made it better.

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Later on, in training, Barricade watched Oil Slick sparring with Jazz. They were both really Decepticons, and they were training to become double agents in the fight to bring Cybertron back to its former glory... but much as he adored Oil Slick, it always struck him that his lover was more savage, even in training, than he really needed to be.

Then again, such savagery would be needed in the fight to come. He just hoped that Slick would remember the primary rule of the ninja: remain unseen. Their job was to slip in and out of a mission and leave no trace. Theirs wasn't a quest for vengeance, and he had made it his mission to keep Slick on the right path. The other student wasn't just his partner, after all, but his best friend, and Barricade was determined to not let him down.

Oil Slick took down Jazz with a final hard kick to the chassis. Then, when the teacher's attention was distracted, he sent a much harder kick straight into Jazz' crotch. The white and blue student was brought down to the floor, and several other students snickered. By the time their teacher had realised something was going on, Oil Slick had bowed, and won the fight.

"No, no, NO!" their superior officer said sharply, "We're not Decepticons!" he reprimanded his students, "We fight with honour!"

"Why?" Jazz asked as he got back up, trying to keep himself from clutching at his crotch, "It's not like it's goin’ ta change the minds of any 'cons."

"Because honour is the only thing that lasts forever!" their teacher told them, "A life lived without honour is worse than death, because you will be remembered dishonourably."

"I'd rather live," said Oil Slick, rudely. But very few of the students looked as if they agreed with him.

Barricade just looked on with an expression that didn't reveal his opinion one way or another. He partly agreed with Slick, but he knew better than to contradict the instructor right then. They were trying to keep up the appearance of training to be Autobot cyberninjas for the Elite Guard.

They returned to their drills, and Oil slick sometimes regretted agreeing to infiltrate this group with Barricade - even if it did mean they learnt ninja skills. But then that was training for you. You just had to wait until you had the opportunity... and then you'd get your chance. Their instructor didn't mind him and Barricade having a relationship, as long as it didn't get in the way of training. But when they were doing drills like this, he really badly wanted to feel up Barricade... pin him down... jump out at him a bit...

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Later that night, Barricade was resting on his bunk, replaying the day's lessons in his mind, examining flaws in his technique and making plans to improve his training. Also, in the milliseconds before the next critique, he would review footage of Oil Slick's training, watch the perfect form of his friend in sparring ring and admire his skill.

Just as he was doing that, arms wrapped around him from behind again, "Boo," Oil Slick smirked, trailing a talon over Barricade's chassis, "I got another message from head base today," he said, sitting down behind Barricade, "Something about getting them information on the Autobots training here... so they can deal with them before they're fully trained..." he kissed Barricade's cheek.

Barricade closed his optics and tilted his head back, rumbling happily at the arrival of his friend. Somehow, Slick always managed to get the drop on him when other mechs failed to do so. Maybe it was because, deep down, he wanted him to do so. "Deal with them", the mech repeated quietly. A euphemism for 'kill them all'. "Seems like an awful waste to me."

"Huh. They've all been brainwashed into nice, obedient little Autobots already," Oil Slick shrugged, "No point in trying to get them as Decepticons by now. Prevention's better than cure, you know that. We can start looking for the data they want tomorrow."

"Yes,” Barricade replied, sounding slightly disappointed, "It is what we were sent here for, after all. Soon, we'll be able to leave this place."

"Together," Oil Slick grinned, rolling so that he was on top of Barricade.

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"Okay, so I get the idea," Hotwire said, "You were fucking another 'con in Autojerk ninja school. What's this got to do with defecting?" She looked a little annoyed at the idea that Prowl had been with somebody before her, but seemed to be taking it well enough.

Prowl sighed, sorry that he even had to get into this. Mostly, he just wanted to forget that time in his life, but it was important now for Hotwire to know where he came from. "The point is that I trusted him, I cared about him, and I thought he cared too. I really bought into all the slag about a 'unified Cybertron' under the Decepticons. I thought of us as being truly united under a just cause. What I didn't realise was that most 'cons only gave lip service to that and didn't give a damn about the cause or their comrades."

Hotwire considered this, "So... you were betrayed?" she hazarded, "You were betrayed by this... Oil Slick guy? I think I've got data on him... he uses chemicals to weaken his enemies and magnify their fears..."

"Yes, that was also his focus of study in ninja training. Very talented at it,” Prowl spoke bitterly, "And yes, he betrayed me... so to speak. It was worse than that, though. He just... abandoned me."

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Oil Slick looked down at Barricade. They had been searching the battlefield for the data to return to headquarters, under the guise of training, when the bombs had resumed falling. Autobots were closing in, "Sorry, Barricade," he said, "I've got the data. I'll tell headquarters you offlined like a hero."

Barricade was lying on his back, propped up against a pile of rubble, looking up at his friend and lover with wide, disbelieving optics. When the bombs started falling again, the young mech had been unfortunate enough to be in range of their shrapnel. This was why he was laying down... and why both of his legs were missing, with only shredded stumps where they had once been, energon and other essential fluids draining out of him onto the ground. "Wait..." he cried out weakly, "Slick, you can't just leave me here... Help me! Please... I thought you loved me..."

"Sorry, 'cade," Oil slick shrugged, "I guess you're not as important to me as I figured. It was good while it lasted though. I’ll never forget you..." With that, the other Decepticon melted into the darkness. But despite his claim, he didn’t even look back.

Following him into the dark was Barricade's cries of anguish and fear, made all the more desperate by the betrayal he felt. He would have fought for Slick. He would have carried him on his back all the way back to base if he had to. But when it came down to it, his friend and supposed lover lacked the same devotion.

And the realisation kicked in right there. Decepticons weren't rebellious vigilante heroes, fighting for a new order, a stronger, better Cybertron. They were vicious, parasitic sadists, fuelled by hate, fear and greed. They were the bad guys. He had chosen the wrong team. And that mistake was now going to result in his death.

No... Through this realization, he found a new determination, a greater strength. He would not be offlined, not on this day. Reaching down and using the remains of his own tubing to tie off the lethal energon leaks he had sprung, he knew he had to survive to fight another day. His own mission had given him the tools to continue on, far from the influence of his ‘comrades’. As far as the Autobots knew, he was one of them. So he would remain as one of them. Closing his optics, he waited for the Autobot troops closing in on him....

He hacked his own systems, and his symbol because the red Autobot sigil, permanently. He'd prowl the shadows, and hunt down dishonour. Oil Slick had left Barricade to offline... so that's what that Decepticon was. Dead. He wasn't dead. He was still functioning. Barricade was the one who was offline now. And he really was Prowl.

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"So... cool story," Hotwire commented, "You were... well, you were fucked over by your partner. And you worked it out. That the Decepticons weren't the good guys."

Prowl shrugged. "That's the gist of it. I couldn’t go back to complete my cyberninja training after that; there would have been too many questions. Oil Slick might have given me away. As far as my fellow students knew, I just dropped out after failing that end-of-year training mission. Oil Slick finished his training, I think. Jazz ended up passing with flying colours, wound up in the Elite Guard, and became the coolest guy to know there. Guess I picked the wrong mech...” he sighed, “Of course, that story with something of an anticlimax; the war ended not long afterwards, and I didn’t have any actual qualifications, so I ended up working on space bridges. At least, until we crashed on this planet."

“I suppose that’s why you like to be alone...” Hotwire sighed sympathetically, trailing her fingers over his lips lightly.

“I used to,” Prowl murmured, kissing the tips of Hotwire’s fingers affectionately, “After Oil Slick betrayed me like that, I felt like such an idiot. Like I couldn’t depend on anybody. Even after years and years working with Optimus Prime and the rest of them, I found it tough to depend on them. And they’re Autobots. I guess I was afraid that they’d do something. Send me to Graviton Prison, or just throw me out, where I’d get caught by Megatron. But now... well, maybe I guess that if I can rely on you, I can rely on my team-mates too.”

"Well, you can depend on me," Hotwire said, "And I want you to be happy... and feel safe... Your Autobot friends are a lot more pleasant than most of the Autobots I’ve met... Still, look on the bright side - if you hadn't switched sides, you'd be on the losing team. And we might never have met," she smiled dryly, kissing him briefly.

Prowl kissed her back, his powerful and loving lips moving against her own, before he broke the kiss to speak again, "It's interesting how these things turn out, isn't it?" he smirked slightly. He trailed a finger down her cheek and tilted her chin gently, then drew her face closer to his.

Hotwire smiled, "I still don't see how this gives Autobots exclusive rights to being the 'good guys'," she trailed a finger down Prowl's cheek, "But that's not important..." She allowed Prowl to draw her lips to his, and kissed him deeply once again as they lay together.

A soft sigh of pleasure left both of them as Prowl’s cable once again became erect, the tip stroking against her ports. But they didn’t stop kissing.

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Harley: Speaking of reviews and getting one, thanks Dragolover. See? You ask for something, and you might just get it!

Froggy: But that doesn't mean we want you to quit giving opinions!
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