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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: Another chapter!
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Chapter Twenty-Eight: Presents
Prowl was aware of three things when he came out of recharge. Firstly, that he was on his back, missing quite a large quantity of armour, and was currently smeared in the encrusted lubricants of himself and Hotwire. Secondly, that she was lying next to him, and looked to be in very much the same condition. And thirdly, that her hand was still lying wrapped loosely around his cable, and had presumably been doing so all night. It would be quite obvious what they had done and the position they had been doing it in even for somebody who hadn't actually been there doing it. It occurred to him that he'd supposed to have been taking care of her. He wondered how the Autobots would react to this.
Carefully, Prowl reached down and removed Hotwire's hand from his cable, retracting it into him under his protective armour. Slowly and quietly, he replaced his own armour, wiping away bits of lubricant when he could before relaxing against the femme again, waiting for her to come back online as well.
He didn't have long to wait. Hotwire stirred again, her hand rubbing against his chassis briefly, before she gave a deep sigh and came back online. She looked at him curiously, not making any hurry to replace her armour. It was hard to tell how she felt about the previous night - her face still held the doleful expression from yesterday. But then she stood up quietly, and collected her armour, "I think I need to wash some of this off," she said quietly, touching some of the stickier parts. There was, however, no shower in the Autobot base. She'd have to go to a car wash.
"There should be a car wash nearby,” Prowl told her, "I'll come with you." He needed a car wash, as well. Walking around as a sticky mess would draw more questions than he cared to answer, and it would also be humiliating. Besides, although he was feeling a lot more confident about her mental health now, his orders were to stay with her, so that's what he was going to do.
"There's really no need," Hotwire said calmly, "I'm not going to damage myself again like that. Besides... I was gonna get an extra coat of wax..." She smirked a little naughtily, before clipping her armour back on.
Prowl couldn't help but smirk at that. A sense of humor was a very good sign. He supposed she wasn't in the mood to go self-destructing just yet. But he didn’t like the idea of taking the risk, "Orders say I have to stay with you,” he said firmly, “So, that’s what I plan to do. But an extra coat of wax would make you look even better...”
Hotwire just continued to smile. Even with their armour on it wasn't hard to spot what they'd been doing - and that was on the proviso that it hadn't been heard all over the base. She opened her door, and almost collided with Ratchet, who had his hand held up to knock.
"Hotwire? What are you...?" the older mech started to ask before he got a good look at the condition of both her and Prowl. After a moment of dawning comprehension, the aged medic shook his head and narrowed his optics. "Prowl, you and I need to talk,” he said grimly.
Hotwire stepped aside, leaving the doorway right open. She never said, "This isn't what it looks like" because it plainly was. Instead she just said, "I'll just leave you two talking in my room for a little while..." she looked at the current mess the room was still in. It wouldn't be easy to tidy up, "Don't mess it up now," she said dryly.
Ratchet looked at her, then stepped into the room as Hotwire leant quietly in the doorway, watching, "Prowl," he told the cyberninja, "Remember when I told you not to leave Hotwire on her own, no matter what, and to take care of her?" he flicked a piece of dried lubricant off Prowl's face, "THIS WAS NOT WHAT I HAD IN MIND!"
Prowl was at a loss for words briefly as he considered the various pros and cons of certain statements and arguments in response to Ratchet's angry reaction. Deciding to not be confrontational, he defended himself simply, "I carried out my orders just as everyone wanted me to. This had nothing to do with them. It’s not like I did anything she didn’t want me to."
"Obviously you're not quite taking into account the fragility of Hotwire's current state of meta," Ratchet growled, "Did it not occur to you that considering things, you could have comforted her in some way other than you two disturbing the entire base while you rather loudly..." he glanced them both over quickly, "Sixty-nined each other, as you kids would say?"
"You heard?" Prowl asked.
"Prowl, half of DETROIT can probably hear the racket you two make when you interface," Ratchet grumbled.
The Decepticon in him felt his anger boiling up inside him. How dare this pompous old Autobot tell him what is and isn't appropriate. Who cared if the whole city heard them? She was feeling better, they both enjoyed it, and he could see nothing wrong with it. For the sake of not ruining his image to Hotwire, he restrained himself... barely. "Like I said,” Prowl replied sharply, "This had nothing to do with my orders." Stabbing a finger into the middle of Ratchet's chassis, he added, "And it's none of your business."
"It becomes my business when Hotwire has been my ward for two-thousand stellar cycles, and also when Bulkhead, whose room is unfortunately right next door to this one, comes in and complains about the noise, which I am already perfectly aware of two rooms away!" Ratchet replied.
"Then deactivate your audios for a while. I don't give a slag. It's not my problem,” the ninja told him quickly, turning away with his arms crossed over his chassis, "If you have a problem with how I have treated Hotwire, you're perfectly welcome to talk to her about it. I doubt she'll be as receptive to you as I am."
"My problem is not in what you're doing," Ratchet replied, "I am not quite so uptight as all that. It is in the fact that you may have inadvertently manipulated her into doing something that she may regret later! One hasty interface will not delete all that bad code! And I'm still not clear on how you managed to activate it all at once in the first place!"
"We were doing this before her code went all screwy,” Prowl corrected the old medic. Truthfully, he didn't actually remember this happening, but judging from pieces of dialog and how Hotwire reacted to him, he figured it was a safe assumption.
"And is that why she did it last night too?" Ratchet slapped his forehead, "I'm not going to get through to you, Prowl. You're just too stubborn. But you might consider holding back on your fluids for Hotwire's sake at least."
"I'll take that into consideration,” the cyberninja replied dully, having no actual intention of doing so. If Hotwire and him both wanted to interface at the same time, he was going to do so regardless of what the grouchy medic wanted. To him, Ratchet was coming off as a grumpy old know-it-all who had no tolerance for the younger generations. That was fine by him... as long as Ratchet stayed out of his way.
Ratchet frowned at Prowl's back, "Maybe I was wrong about letting you look after Hotwire," he said, "Maybe I should have left that to Bumblebee. At least he would be capable of keeping his hands to himself."
"And since when do you care about your castoff student, huh?" Prowl asked, which surprised himself, because he couldn't quite remember when he learned that bit of information, "This isn't you trying to be the protective grownup, Ratchet. You've got something against us being together."
"I've nothing against you having a relationship, but Hotwire is not stable," Ratchet growled, "She needs our support. Not an interface cable in her port!"
"That isn't all I am to her, you malfunction!" he spat at the medic in a rage, his optics flickering and his systems charged for a fight. He understood that the old medic was a grumpy and occasionally spiteful old mech, but he was going too far this time.
"I didn't say that," Ratchet controlled his temper, "Hotwire needs time! She's only recently come out of the Decepticons' service, and the last thing she needs to start thinking, for whatever reason-" he stopped, and something occurred to him, "Prowl do you notice something?" he turned, and pointed at the doorway. At some point during their arguing, Hotwire had snuck away quietly.
Prowl twisted around, his optics frantically looking for his medic lover. "Hotwire? Where did you go? Hotwire!" he called out, trying to get her attention, wherever she was. While Ratchet had been keeping him plenty occupied and angry, she got out of his sight...exactly the thing he had promised to not let happen.
"She's gone," Ratchet sighed, "She's very good at disappearing. Almost as good as you. It was foolish to have that conversation in front of her..." he sighed and shook his head.
"You idiot,” Prowl said quietly and harshly at Ratchet, his optics glowing intensely, "You just couldn't leave well enough alone..." For a moment, Prowl considered breaking his cover and attacking the older mech, to teach him a lesson or just to take his frustrations out on the best target he could find. This whole situation was turning for the worst, and his mission had become much more complicated. He didn't want to betray the Decepticons, but his feelings for Hotwire had become genuine. And there was something else...it was something poking and prodding at the edge of his consciousness, like something he had forgotten but knew he should remember.
Ratchet shook his head, "She'll come back. Probably," he added, "Maybe. Perhaps. And she wasn't supposed to be going out alone, thanks to Megatron wanting her back, and her fragile state of mind... so it might be a good idea for you to go look for her as well."
Prowl considered a verbal lashing, some final word or act that would get across his displeasure to the older mech, but knowing that he made some sense, the cyber-ninja dropped the subject for Hotwire's sake. Without another word, Prowl turned and took off at a jog, seeking out the hurt medic.
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It was several hours of desperate, fruitless searching later, when Prowl got an incoming message on his comlink, "Prowl?" it was Optimus, "You can come back now. Hotwire came back of her own accord."
Sighing in relief at the news, Prowl turned back the way he had come, rushing back to the Autobot base. He had been worried that Hotwire had wandered off and been captured or hurt...or that maybe she was avoiding him for some reason. Since none of those seemed to be case, he let his guard down, seeking out Prime and Hotwire.
Optimus was in what was basically classed as his office. Almost to Prowl's surprise, Hotwire was sitting in his own room, under his tree. She was smiling. She looked a lot happier than she had done a few hours ago. The time alone must have done her good. She looked up as soon as Prowl entered, her optics meeting his, "...I'm sorry I ran off like that," she said eventually.
Prowl was expecting anything but for Hotwire to be happy. He had been so fixated on the bad things that could have happened to her that he had never considered that she may have just wanted to get out and take a walk. Blinking once, he entered the room and slowly walked towards her, asking, "Why did you?"
"I needed to get out," Breech told him, "And I wanted to get you something. After all, you gave me this..." she was playing with the yin-yang symbol on the necklace, "I wanted to find something for you... I think I did..."
Blinking again, Prowl walked over and sat down beside Hotwire underneath the tree. He remembered giving the yin-yang to her...but what continued to bother him was his inability to remember getting it or whatever he was thinking when he did. He placed those uncertainties aside for the moment. "Oh? What is it?" he asked the medic.
"It's a surprise," Hotwire smiled, "And it's not here. It's not really something you can buy. But I knew... I hope you'll like it. What with your nature thing and all." She stroked his cheek. He looked worried, "Don't worry, I'm back safe and sound," she told him.
Prowl finally relaxed and sighed , leaning against her. "Good. I didn't know what to think when you disappeared like that. Especially since I was supposed to be watching you..." He shook his head and glanced down at the femme before asking her, "Have I... done anything wrong? To you, I mean? Ratchet said that what I've done is wrong, and while I don't really believe him..."
"You hurt me..." Hotwire admitted, kissing him lightly. She looked at the sky. It was almost sunset, "That hurt... that look... I think I'm over it. It hurt, but I think I overreacted. I needed to sort out my thoughts." She kissed his lips, "You've just been tortured by Decepticons. I shouldn't have expected you to be just fine and dandy straight away."
Prowl returned the light kiss, reaching over to rub her cheek, glancing at the visor hiding her green optics. "I still am not,” he admitted to her quietly, "It feels like...like there's something missing inside me that should be there. But I'm not sure what it is."
"Then... let me help you find it," Hotwire offered. She stood up, "The... present I found looks especially beautiful in the moonlight. I'd like to show it to you tonight."
Prowl stood up beside her, nodding once. He didn't know what this present could be, which intrigued him. He liked surprises. It came with his job. "I'd like that", he told the femme, resting his hands on her shoulders.
"Come on... I'll take you there," Hotwire smiled, "Although first..." she sighed and leant forward into his arms, kissing him deeply. It always felt so good...
He wrapped his arms around her and returned the deep kiss fully, feeling her lips against his own, the warmth of their bodies pressed together. It did feel so very good to be this close to her. Moments passed before the kiss ended, the two of them breaking away. Smiling, Prowl said, gesturing before him, "After you."
They left the base, this time with Hotwire leading the way. She didn't transform, but walked, hooking her arm in Prowls and walking beside him. They travelled half-way across the city, before they came to a huge building. For a moment Prowl wasn't sure what he was supposed to be looking for. Then he realised Hotwire was looking up, "My present is on the roof," she smiled, heading to the fire escape stairs, and climbing up them.
Prowl eagerly followed her up the stairs of the building, wondering what it was that Hotwire had been hard at work preparing for him. "You really put some thought into this", he pointed out as he took the small human stairs towards the rooftop and the view of the stars and moon.
They were reaching the edge of the roof. Hotwire paused, "I wasn't really looking for this, I just found it. That happens, sometimes..." She swung herself over the edge of the building easily, and then held her hands to block his vision as he came up, "Don't look..." she whispered, moving behind him and still holding her hands there, "Okay," she said softly, and moved her hands, "Look."
It was a Japanese-styled garden. On a rooftop in Detroit. The theme of water and balance hung heavy in the air. And the way the moonlight somehow changed it all... it was still beautiful... a darker, more surreal beauty.
Prowl stood there, stunned with his jaw hanging open, his optics scanning over the moonlit garden in the middle of the concrete jungle, water splashing and flowing peacefully around the display of still, organic life. "It's... it's beautiful," he whispered, finally managing to voice his feelings, "How did you find this? In this city, of all places? ...Hotwire, you are amazing."
"True," Hotwire nodded sagely, "True. It was luck, I guess," she continued, "I was trying to get up as high as I could, trying to beat that stupid fear, and I saw this place. An oasis of calm in a city of chaos. I knew you'd love it."
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