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Annoyances	By : ShayBoo Category: Transformers > Transformers: Animated > Slash - M/M Views: 2833 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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The change in Bumblebee and Prowl hadn’t gone unnoticed by the rest of their small team. Prowl had become less reserved and friendlier towards the group, even taking the time to play video games with Sari and pretending he ‘let’ her win.

Bumblebee was slowly learning to respect Prowls privacy, not barging in on him while he was meditating and walking away when he was asked to, occasionally he even joined the ninja in quiet solitude, although it was never very long before he glued himself back to the tv.

Sari had used her fathers influence to arrange an after-hours visit to one of the museums so he mechs could visit without getting gawked at. It turned out to be the highlight of Prowl’s week. There was an exhibition of different human cultures on for a few weeks and Prowl had wanted to go as soon as he saw it advertised.

The museum itself was nothing more than what looked to be an old warehouse but inside it was filled with objects that Prowl couldn’t wait to lay optics on. A boring façade for the exciting things that lay inside.

Sari took pride in acting all smart and explaining the complexities of human civilization, the motorbike was stunned at how much she actually knew and absorbed it all like a sponge. Bumblebee had pretended to hate every second but Prowl could see the enjoyment in his optics as he listened to the young girl speak and stare into the cases in wonder.

In exchange for the trip to the museum Prowl had agreed to take Sari to a theme park, naturally Bumblebee was happy to join in the fun.
They set out the next day, both Bee and Sari were hyper with excitement and Prowl groaned at the ‘fun’ he would be having. The young girl brought along a packed lunch consisting of nothing but sugar induced snacks, yes, the day just got worse for Prowl. He wondered if it was wrong to put a human on a leash.

The trip was long and boredom struck fast, Sari suggested ‘eye spy’ it lasted for 5 minutes before Bee was bored all over again and complained the game was fixed.

“Let’s have a race.”

How could that possibly have seemed like such a good idea at the time?

Even Prowl who usually liked time to collect his thoughts agreed that the road did not make for interesting viewing, especially when you had to concentrate on it. Sari counted down from inside Bee and both mechs speed off at the call of ‘zero’, the car leaving his companion in a cloud of dust.

Prowl’s logic chip was obviously on vacation, he had tried to catch the car up but he was built for speed in short bursts, like a cheetah, not for stamina like his friend.

No matter how fast he went Bee was nothing but a yellow dot on a blue horizon.

“Give up, you can’t catch me,” joked a familiar voice over his comm-link. “Your going to do yourself an injury, I doubt Ratchet would be very sympathetic.”

Prowl forced his engine into overdrive to prove Bee wrong.

The sheer exhilaration of flying down the road, wind on his body, was something Prowl had never let himself experience before. It was amazing, his systems working in perfect harmony to propel him faster and faster. Landscape passed him in a blur of greys and greens, his nimble form was the perfect size to whizz between cars when he needed to, but being a police vehicle most cars tended to move anyway.

He could feel the stress he was putting on his systems but he refused to give up the buzz of moving so fast. Gears ground together, his tyres squeeled on the road and he could feel coolant flooding his systems to keep him from overheating. The strain was almost unbearable but Prowl kept going, his ninja training helping him to ignore the burn and keep going. In a split second he could understand Bee’s fascination with speed, it just felt…..amazing.

There was a loud bang from his engine, pain wrecked his frame and his balance became non existent as he skidded down the road on his side. The pain barely registered in his CPU over the agony in his engine. Falling into black abyss of unconsciousness was sweet relief.

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Voices, he could hear them all around him, vaguely familiar but still unknown. He was being lifted, or was he? The world around him was unknown, he could hear snippets but see nothing. He was light as a feather floating on the breeze, a pleasant feeling but still totally alien.

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When he finally onlined again he was in the makeshift medical bay back at base. The smell of burned rubber and fresh oil assaulted his olfactory senses and the brightness of the overhead strip lights burned into his optics. Trying to move was totally pointless; his limbs were heavy as lead and he longed for the feeling of being a feather again. He ran a self diagnostic, his system was sluggish but he chalked that up to the fact it was in shutdown mode save for the bare essentials he needed to remain online.

Somewhere nearby he could hear Ratchet and Prime having a heated talk over what should happen to him. It seemed that Ratchet wanted him to suffer a while to learn that pushing himself to breaking point didn’t mean Ratchet would patch him up as good as new every time. Optimus however wanted him back on his feet, were they to be attacked by decepticons again the last thing they needed was to be one mech down, especially a good fighter.

They came to a joint decision, Ratchet was to fix him up as fast as he could but they wouldn’t use the key. Prowl would learn the hard way that getting fixed up took time and was often very painful, especially where Ratchet was concerned.

The medic walked over the semi conscious mech and grumbled unhappily, with a steady hand he began to replace bits of his engine that had melted or cracked. Prowl winced at the pain but could do nothing to move away from it. Ratchet looked down at him and sighed, Prowl fully expected to be chewed out over his current condition, Primus knows he deserved it. Instead Ratchet just shook his head and grumbled out something about young bots and their stupid ideas.

Ratchet worked diligently for over 3 hours, reconnecting wires and rebooting certain systems. Prowl could tell Ratchet was enjoying working the way he was created to, there was an almost a contented look on his face.

“I’ve fixed you up the best I can for now, something’s will need soldering again but I’ll do that tomorrow after I check the repairs again. You need to do some repairs yourself, reboot some systems for a start. Run a self diagnostic and do as it tells you.” Ratchet scratched his chin, thinking hard. “If I ever see you in my med bay for doing something so stupid again then I promise you that you’ll offline in here. I only fix stupidity once. What the hell were you thinking pushing yourself that far?”

Ahhhh so there was the telling off he had been expecting, he shook his head weakly and tried to talk but was silent.

“You were moaning while you were in stasis so I disabled your vocal capacitor, you can turn it on yourself.” The medic checked the wires that linked up the computer, making no move to help the injured bot regain his voice. “Stay in here tonight and don’t move, well not that I suppose you could even if you wanted to. Don’t stress yourself out either, if you need to take a break from working on your systems then do so. Bumblebee is outside as well, he hasn’t moved since Bulkhead brought you in, would you like to see him.”

Prowl struggled to find the software he needed to reboot his voice but eventually managed. “Y….yes.” His voice was raspy, betraying how sluggish his systems really were. If he were human he could have done with a drink of water.

Ratchet nodded, “fine, just be careful.” With that he left the room and a smaller, skinner yellow form peaked around the door.

Bee crept in sheepishly and looked down at Prowl; gently he trailed his fingertips over his autobot insignia and up over the cracked windshield, eventually laying his palm over his spark. “I’m sorry. This is all my fault.” The words were soft, barely spoken but Prowl heard them loud and clear.

“Not your fault.”

Bumblebee jumped, tripping backwards over a stall and landing on his aft. “Your awake!?”

Prowl smiled slightly, “yeah, have been for a while. You have no idea how caring Ratchet can be when he works, some of the things he says are downright adorable.”

Bee found his feet again and stood up, unable to contain his happiness at seeing Prowl alive and almost fixed he hugged him tight. The taller mech cried out in pain and grit his teeth together, “please be more careful, I’m tender.”

Carefully the yellow mech let him go, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips. “Told you that you couldn’t catch me and would end up on Ratchets table.” He grinned playfully. “Old mechs should do what old mechs do best and moan and sleep.”

Smiling softly Prowl could agree to needing a nice long recharge. Bee seemed to know what he was thinking and pulled the stall up to the bed, sitting on it and stroking Prowls hand. “I really am sorry.”

“I already told you it wasn’t your fault.” Prowl said looking at him with a frown on his face.

“I know.” Bee smiled, “get some recharge, you look like slag.”

Prowl frowned but found himself slipping back into recharge before he could answer with a snarky comment.

Prime and Ratchet watched from the doorway as Bee sat by the bedside as still as a statue. “Apart from the near death experiences they are actually good for each other. They bring out each others hidden sides.” Their leader whispered.

Ratchet grunted, “sides that should stay hidden if you ask me.”

Prime chuckled, “maybe your right. Although I don’t think they would say that. ”
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