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Opening Maneuvers
By : sefiru
Category: Transformers > G1 > AU/AR
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Opening Maneuvers
A Transformers fanfiction by Sefiru

Warnings: M/M, stickyfic, violence, angst
Rating: R, possibly higher
Pairing: OP/P
Disclaimer: I don’t own Transformers and I’m not getting paid for this.
GabrielC: Oh, Optimus will be thinking about Prowl a lot soon ^^
Yeah, I missed an update. Writer’s block is a bitch.
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Chapter 6: In which there is a shower scene
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If Prowl was any other bot, he would have fritzed out from stress. Here he was, sitting in the base while the other Autobots went into battle; he’d given his suggestions and recommendations, but now it was up to others to implement them. He had never had to wait for a result before. He wandered through the echoingly empty base with the new recruits, Trailbreaker and Hound; he accepted their challenge to a card game and proceeded to clean them out; he viewed and reviewed and rearranged the supply lists while pretending to ignore the lewd video which Hound had put on the main screen. Surely that actor had custom joint bearings, to bend that way.
“This would look better in blue and white,” Hound mused. “You think I’ve got a chance, Prowl? With Mirage, I mean.”
Prowl wing-shrugged. “Romance is not my area of expertise.”
“Oh, come on. Maybe he’ll like one of my pickup lines. How about, Are your tires OK? Because you just ran over my spark.”
Trailbreaker rolled his optics. “No one who got into the Autobots would be dumb enough to fall for that.”
Prowl’s face remained neutral, though even he understood how ridiculous the line was. He was about to say so when the base sensors announced that there were bots approaching. “Get that file out of the system,” he said, and headed for the entrance.
To his disappointment, Optimus wasn’t in the group that arrived. There was Cliffjumper, who rattled alarmingly as he rolled, Ratchet close beside him, Jazz driving behind them in a slight zigzag, Sideswipe and an unknown bot of the same model in yellow. Ratchet grunted at him and herded the two injured bots into the base in front of him, leaving Prowl with the red and yellow pair.
“Who’s this?” he asked Sideswipe.
“My brother, Sunstreaker. He wants to join up.”
Brother? “I didn’t know you had a brother.”
“Me neither. He’s an arena fighter.”
Prowl raised an eyebrow at that. “An arena fighter wants to join the Autobots?”
Sunstreaker gave him a half-sneer, half-smirk. “Don’t get me wrong, I like a good brawl in the arena where we all know the score. But the Cons don’t care about fighting fair; I’ve got a bolt to pick with them, and my twin’s here. I’m staying.”
“Optimus okayed him already,” Sideswipe put in helpfully. He sent Prowl a copy of the comm. logs.
“Who’re you, anyway?” Sunstreaker asked.
“I’m Prowl, I do the scheduling. You are a veteran fighter?”
“Five thousand years experience, 80% success rate.”
“Good, maybe we can put you on point and remove temptation from Prime.” It was the closest Prowl would come to admitting he was worried. He looked at their grit and energon-crusted plates. “Is everyone as muddy as you two.”
“Yes, even Prime,” Sideswipe said with a wink.
“I see. Sideswipe, please get your brother’s file started and draw him some fuel. I have an appointment at the washracks.”
***
When Optimus entered the wash bay, Prowl was not surprised that he looked more exhausted than any three Autobots put together. He was caked in energon mud, low on fuel, so overloaded with data that he was stumbling. He was, of course, the last bot to arrive. He paused in the middle of the bay as if he didn’t have the resources to recall what he was doing there. Prowl shook his head as he turned the water on.
Prime jumped; he hadn’t noticed that Prowl was there. “Stand still and save fuel,” Prowl told him. He took a sponge and started scrubbing Optimus’s arm.
The Autobot commander looked acutely uncomfortable. “You don’t have to do this, Prowl.”
“I’m aware of that.” Prowl wiped a smudge off Prowl’s elbow. “You’re clearly in no state to do it yourself.” Inwardly he frowned. What did it take for Optimus to simply accept something?
“I’m concerned that you are working for the Autobots only out of a sense of debt.”
“Oh? Do you object to the concept of debt? Or do you fear that I will find the debt onerous?”
Tired as he was, it took Optimus a few seconds to respond. “Both, I suppose.”
“You have no reason to worry.”
***
Optimus was too tired to directly object to Prowl’s assistance. He was sure that if he ordered Prowl to stop, he would do so; he was equally sure that that would be a bad idea. Prowl had no doubt been conditioned to obey any order without question. Optimus would not be a party to abusing that trait, especially not when Prowl so clearly looked up to him. The other bot didn’t know it, but Optimus spent hours a day observing him, with his own optics and through the base security cameras. In his own peculiar way, Prowl was finding his place among the Autobots – and then he pulled a stunt like this.
Optimus was enjoying it far too much. He had parted with Elita right after his rebuild, and he hadn’t had any personal encounters since then. It hadn’t really occurred to him how much more resolution military grade sensors had. He had to lock his motors to hide his reaction when Prowl started scrubbing his aft – Prowl surely didn’t realize what effect he was having.
“I have a question,” Prowl said. “I have heard the Autobots speak about the Matrix of Leadership as if it were a piece of software, but its documented properties are more consistent with hardware. Which is it?”
“It’s hardware.” Optimus could detect nothing suggestive about Prowl’s actions or line of conversation, and he dared not show any sign of his reaction. He feared that if Prowl caught any hint of it, he would feel obliged to … serve … him. The very idea repulsed him. Prowl might not see what was wrong with that, but he didn’t know better…
“It must not be a conventional form of hardware, or it could be reproduced.” Prowl was now polishing Optimus’s lower legs, and had gone down on one knee to do so. Optimus tried to ignore how the water sluiced down over his bent head, his wings tilted outwards and the back between them. He was not, he told himself, enjoying the sight of a bot kneeling at his feet. Prowl, apparently oblivious, continued, “What is it made of, that’s so unique?”
“A crystalline shard of the Allspark – the Spark of Primus himself.” As soon as the words left his vocalizer, Optimus knew he’d made a mistake if he wanted Prowl to see him as an equal. The black-and-white bot stared up at him with wide optics.
“You’re not joking. And you walk around with this relic clipped to your chassis, and presumably plugged into your processor.”
“Yes.”
“And you still insist that you are no different from any other bot.”
“Yes.” He was just doing the task that fell to him, wasn’t he?
Prowl heaved himself to his feet and remotely shut off the water. He flicked his wings to shed the excess, scattering glittering droplets through the air … not that Optimus was paying attention. Not one bit. Prowl steered him to the drying rack and turned it on. “When Primus Himself puts in a good word for a bot, the rest of us would be fools not to take note. Now go refuel before you vapor lock.”
“Yes, Doctor.” Optimus smiled as he stepped out into the hall. If Prowl was startled by Optimus’s extra cargo, he wasn’t letting it get to him. Now all Optimus had to do was resist temptation …
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Prowl, you are evil. ^^

Next chapter: More new recruits, Sunstreaker antics, and Optimus turns the tables on Prowl.
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Opening Maneuvers	By : sefiru Category: Transformers > G1 > AU/AR Views: 3161 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Opening Maneuvers