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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: Oh but my head... I don’t even feel like getting out of bed today. But I will, for you. There’s still a few chapters to come. Dearey me, here’s pain... And I'm too tired to even think about what Froggy would say...
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Chapter Twenty-Five: Return
They weren't putting it off this time. They weren't taking Megatron's word that Prowl was offline. This time they had formulated a plan to get Prowl out of the Nemesis. One of Hotwire's viruses would keep the security systems busy while Optimus Prime and Bumblebee would go in and bring him out. It wasn't a great plan, but as both Bumblebee and Hotwire said, the longer Prowl was left there, the harder it would be to get him out.
They were driving fast towards the Nemesis, when a jet screamed overhead. It was instantly recognisable, and all five of the group skidded to a halt, watching as Starscream transformed in mid-air and circled overhead.
"I've come to deliver somebody to you!" the jet screeched, "He's served as an example... now you can have his worthless body back!" He dropped a body from seventy feet up in the air, and it crashed in front of Optimus Prime.
Prowl crumpled to the ground before them all. He was battered, leaking energon, and looked almost offline. Only the faintest electrical sparks that came from frayed wires indicated to them that he was still operational.
"Oh, dear Primus!" Hotwire didn't even consider that it might be a trap, and leapt into robot mode, kneeling beside Prowl as Starscream flew away, laughing nastily, "Prowl! Prowl!" she checked his electrical currents, "Please, Prowl... tell me you're still functional!"
A single red optic flickered on, slowly turning towards her and focusing, taking in her form hesitantly, slowly. The damaged mech almost looked confused by her and the presence of the others, watching them all warily before he managed to reply, "I'm still functioning..."
“Barely!” Hotwire replied, frightened at the condition the cyberninja was in, “Sari, get over here!”
Sari jumped out of Bumblebee, carrying the AllSpark Key, "Here, Prowl, you need this!" she told the seriously weakened cyberninja, and held the key close to his chassis. Several seconds passed, and the injuries healed up. But his optics were still red, for Megatron had taken the visor.
Hotwire tried to help the cyberninja stand, "You don't even need to talk about what they did," she told him quickly, "The important thing is that you're safe now."
Prowl, as the Autobots kept calling him, was grateful for that, namely because he wasn't entirely sure what had happened himself. All he knew was that he was a deep undercover agent for the Decepticons and that he felt oh so horrible at the moment, even after that strange, squishy organic had repaired him somehow. He would have to learn his place among the Autobots quickly if he were to maintain his cover.
"Come on," Optimus said, "Let's go home. We'll discuss how those bugs got attached to us all some other time, Bumblebee," he told the yellow mech.
"Are you sure you feel capable of driving?" Hotwire asked Prowl, looking at his face, "You don't look so good..." Indeed, his pallor was almost sickly - for a robot, anyway - and his optics didn't seem to be fully focused on anything.
"I think I'll make it,” the cyberninja replied weakly, "But I feel drained. My fuel cells are nearly empty." He shook his head once, rubbing the sides of his face as he tried to focus correctly.
Hotwire didn't feel too confident at these words, "Well, you'll be able to rest and refuel once we get back to base," she said, transforming, "Stick close; you don't want to be abducted by Decepticons again. You... frightened me that time."
"I did?" he asked, wanting to know more details. Understanding his relationships with everyone on the base would be beneficial to him, and he had a feeling this Hotwire was a particularly important one.
"Of course," Hotwire said, surprised that he would question it, and embarrassed that she needed to admit it, "I was... terrified... that you'd end up like Bumblebee, and maybe never come back at all. I won't ask what they did; it must have been awful. I expect now you must really hate me for repairing Decepticons," she said quietly.
It would make sense to agree, but his instincts told Barricade that denying it would be a better choice. "No, it's alright,” he assured her, "You... you do what you think is right. But I'd rather not talk about that right now... I need to rest."
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Hotwire was now in her lab, working as she had been doing for several hours now, trying to hack into Soundwave's files.
She felt so guilty, all over again, for Prowl’s capture. Even if it was Bumblebee who had tagged him, it was her bugs, and he would never have been caught if he hadn’t revealed himself to her. His body had been injured Primus only knew how badly, and there was a scar on his face now, that might never heal up. He’d trusted her, and he’d been wrong. Her wrists itched again, and without even thinking, she fumbled for the screwdriver, to drag it through her metal.
It was then that she heard an uneven footstep behind her as Prowl entered the room, his usual ninja grace imperfect until he fully recovered. Sari had fixed the most severe of his damage, but he was still exhausted from the slow recovery. And it couldn’t repair the injuries in his meta... whatever they were... Quietly, he moved towards her workstation, observing what she was fiddling with.
She stared at the screwdriver for several seconds, then turned her head to look at Prowl, "Prowl," she said quietly, "I'm... sorry. I feel like it’s entirely my fault that you got hurt... mostly my fault, anyway..." Her grip tightened on the screwdriver again, and she dug it into one of her existing scars at an angle, hiding her arm from him.
Prowl watched her curiously from behind, still not clear on how the damage done to him was her fault. She seemed like a decent medic, and she obviously had formed some sort of friendship with him, so he could see no motive. An accident, then, "It was not your intention for this to happen,” he told her, walking up and tentatively put a hand on her shoulder, "So I don't blame you."
Hotwire relaxed, pulling the screwdriver back out of her arm, "You were gone for less than a day," she said, turning to face him, forgetting momentarily that her fresh injury was visible, "I was terrified... that I would lose you forever. And I hardly ever get scared now."
Prowl glanced down at her wounded arm, unsure how to react to it. The way she displayed it so openly indicated this was a regular occurrence, but it bothered him in a way. Still touching the femme’s shoulder, he replied reassuringly, "I'm still here. It'll take more than a few angry Decepticons to take me away."
Hotwire wrapped her arms around him. Somehow, Prowl felt different to the way he had before. More distant, as if he was thinking about what to say before he said it. It probably had something to do with his torture. She looked up at him, and trailed her hand over the fresh scar on his face. It was a neat mark, not obvious as her own scars were, but it had not been fully healed by the key. It would take time to fade fully.
"Megatron broke your visor," she said, "So I made you a new one," she handed him a new blue visor, fitting it over his red optics, "I don't think any differently of you for being an ex-con, and I never will."
The mech reached up and touched the visor, finding it curiously familiar. So, they knew that he was a Decepticon, a defector in their optics. He didn't know how the others reacted to that, but he had a feeling that he had at least one ally here. And somehow, that made him feel a little guilty about his deception, "Thank you, Hotwire,” he said quietly.
"I'm so sorry," Hotwire said again, even though her apology had already been accepted. She wrapped her arms around Prowl, cuddling into his chassis, "I... I love you so much..."
That caused him to freeze in uncertainty, mentally at least. He returned the embrace, holding the femme to him, his CPU racing to process this new bit of information. So he and Hotwire were... lovers? This was unexpected, not a situation he had prepared for. Hesitantly, resting his cheek against her head, he said, "I... I love you, too."
Hotwire found herself once again puzzled by Prowl's distant behaviour, and she looked up at him, trailing her fingers down his cheek. Bumblebee had been like this when he had come back... distant, hurt, and uncertain. Not like himself at all, "Is there something wrong, Prowl?" she asked him, "You know you can trust me with anything, right?" When she sensed a slight hesitation, she touched his chin lightly, "Are you feeling okay?"
"Y-yes! I'm alright,” the cyberninja was quick to reply. He didn’t remember this kind of affection, and it puzzled him just as much as it pleasured him, "I've... had a rough time. I'll recover. It's just going to take some time." Slowly, he reached up to return the gesture, rubbing the medic's cheek.
Hotwire didn't look totally convinced. But then she smiled, "If you ever need to talk to somebody about what the Decepticons did to you... you can come to me," she told him, taking his face in both her hands. Then she pulled him down towards her, kissing him deeply and lovingly.
The stunned Decepticon could only stand there and accept the kiss for a long moment, but before he could even think of how to reply, he noticed that he was returning the kiss... hungrily, passionately. It was like an emotional gap inside himself was being filled, and it was exciting.
Hotwire relaxed again in Prowl's arms. Obviously it was just a temporary awkwardness from the capture. He'd be fine soon, "Lie down on my bunk," she told him, "On your chassis."
In a daze, Prowl pulled away from the kiss. With nothing to reply with, and barely understanding, he complied with Hotwire's request, shakily moving to the medic's bunk and lying down on it, awaiting whatever she had in mind.
Hotwire climbed on top, straddling his back, "Tell me if I make you feel uncomfortable," she asked him, before kissing the back of his neck. She then removed the armour plating on his back, and spread engine oil on her hands, before starting to work her fingers around the stiff, sometimes aching cogs, gears, wires and pistons in his back.
He didn't feel uncomfortable at all. In fact, he felt marvellous. Prowl practically arched into her touches, feeling the numerous aches and pains melt away. The mech let out a quiet, pleased moan, unable to keep the smile off his face. "Oh... no, keep going. This feels great,” he told her.
Hotwire smiled, enjoying the feeling not only of Prowl's body under her touch, but also the moans and movements of arousal he was giving off. She leant forward and kissed him on the back of the neck again, "I thought you might prefer to relax, instead of... getting all stiff," she joked.
Prowl chuckled quietly, letting himself relax against the bunk. It was a lot easier now that his servos and gears were less tense. He didn't need to do anything to add to the experience. "Oh, do whatever you want. You're a master at this."
Hotwire worked directly between the fairings that formed his shoulder blades, greasing up the servos, "I want you to be happy," she said, "Most of all, I want you to be happy with me, and who I am... I guess I'm just messed up like that. Would you like to roll onto your back now?" she asked coyly, after a few more minutes.
Prowl grinned, enjoying her work and suggestion, rolling onto his back to see what was next. He looked up at her blue visor, "That isn't messed up at all. It's very reasonable."
"Well, you being happy with who I am makes me feel a whole lot more comfortable about the matter," said Hotwire, unlatching some of the plating on his chassis and opening it up gently. Her hands were working very close to his spark now, in a very sensitive area as she continued to rub at the stiff joints and bolts.
Prowl moaned quietly in enjoyment, closing his optics and crossing his arms behind his head. The feeling of her hands stroking his internal circuitry was exquisite, his spark throbbing and heating up in reaction to the attention to it.
Hotwire's engine purred softly at Prowl's obvious contentment, and her hands moved a little deeper, tweaking tenderly at vital wires, treading the thin line between pleasure and pain - and then she stopped, pulling something out of Prowl's chassis gently, "Prowl? What's this doing in your boot?" she asked him, looking at the necklace with the yin-yang symbol hanging on a chain.
Prowl stared at the necklace with an equal amount of curiosity. Truthfully, he didn't know why that was there. It looked like he had hidden it for some reason... "That was a gift I was going to give you,” he told her, hoping that would do for a good explanation.
"Oh, it's lovely!" Hotwire said happily, "You bought it just before Megatron captured you, right?" she paused, "Uh... what is it?" she asked after a few seconds.
Prowl searched his database for the answer, and he found it quite interesting. "It's a yin-yang, an Earth symbol for balance in all things, of the complimentary and opposing forces in the universe."
"Oh," Hotwire searched for the meaning herself, "You mean, like, the balance of light and dark, and the natural transition of light into dark, dark into light, and the way things you can't see in the light are clear in the darkness? Oh, Prowl..." she sat up, "Would you put it on me?"
"That’s what I was going to do,” Prowl said, taking the necklace and examining it a second. Once he was sure how it went on, he slipped it around Hotwire's neck and clipped in on at the back. He had to admit, it looked good on her.
Hotwire looked at it again, then tucked it safely into the large compartment on her chassis that usually stored only data disks, "I suppose now I shall have to get you a present," she said, a sulky yet mischievous expression on her face as they knelt on her bunk, facing each other.
Looking up at her, optics wide, Prowl hesitantly asked, "...What did you have in mind?" He had an idea of what she intended, and he didn't know what to think. None of this was expected, but he couldn't say it wasn't welcome.
"Whatever my most favourite cyberninja likes," Hotwire chuckled, leaning forward and kissing him gently, chewing lightly on his lower lip. Prowl was effectively naked from the waist up, and she trailed her fingers over his bare wires gently.
Prowl moaned again quietly, tilting his head into Hotwire's kiss, accepting whatever she would give him. He had to admit, he liked the medic, despite her poor choice in allegiance... but hey, no one was perfect. Reaching up, the ninja ran his hands down her sides suggestively, slowly teasing the femme.
Hotwire chuckled as the light touch tickled her slightly, and reached up. One finger trailed down Prowl's cheek lovingly, while her left hand reached up and unclipped her visor, pushing it up and back, and displaying her green optics... and the hideous scarring on her face.
That was another thing Prowl hadn't been expecting, and it crossed his mind too slowly that it would have been best to hide his reaction. His mouth dropped in astonishment and his optics widened in shock; he wasn’t entirely sure that disgust didn’t cross his features. He closed both as quick as he could, but the damage was done.
For Hotwire, it was unmissable. She stared back at Prowl, searching for the words as she felt something like an aching hole open up in her Spark, and her world crumbling around her. Eventually though, all she could say was, "I thought you didn't care..."
"I... I don't care,” he was quick to reply, reaching up to caress her face, "It just still takes me by surprise." He rightly assumed that he had seen the scarring before, and it was obviously a touchy subject for the femme.
"Liar!" Hotwire pulled away, "I know I'm hideous, but I thought that at least YOU didn't care about that!" She clutched at the scars on her arms again, and Prowl could see oily tears coming to her optics.
"No... no, that isn't true!" Prowl said, sitting up and trying to defend himself. He had just made a big mistake, and he knew it. And again, he felt bad for lying to or hurting Hotwire. "You're not hideous! It’s not that bad-"
"You're doing it again!" Hotwire turned away from him, "Go away! Leave me alone!" She took out her screwdriver, and stabbed it into her own arm savagely, tearing a ragged line through the metal.
"Wha... what are you doing?!" Prowl said, rushing to her side, "Stop that!" He reached down to grab her arm and cease the self-destructive stabbing.
"You lied to me!" Hotwire wailed, "And this is my room, so you can leave! That, or I leave this base!" she switched hands and stabbed at her other arm, "In fact, why don't I do that anyway? I hate you!" Tears were pouring down her face, running over the deep scars like rivers through canyons.
With a horrified expression, Prowl slowly backed up and walked towards the door of her chambers. "I'm... I’m so sorry..." he said quietly, before stepping out.
Even before Prowl had left her room, Hotwire gave a scream of despair. She strode towards the metal desk with her equipment on it and overturned it, then dragged her claws through its reflective surface, hating her own reflection. She slumped quietly to her knees, "Go away... go away and leave me alone..." she sobbed.
Unable to do anything else but that, Prowl sadly left the room, leaving Hotwire alone.
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Harley: Yeah, I know Hotwire’s reaction was a bit nuts... but she is that. It doesn’t really make sense... not even to her. They’ve all gone through a lot recently. Lay off being so judgemental... Just read and review already!
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