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Shattered Glass - Perdition	By : GabrielC Category: Transformers > G1 > AU/AR Views: 2174 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: Ok we get back to some Prowl and Starscream now. Hope you're all still enjoying it.

Solar Cycle – 1 day

Cycle – 1 hour

Stellar Cycle – 1 year

Astrosecond – 1 second

Deca-cycle – 2 weeks

SG Earth

Prowl returned to his quarters fingering the mind probe in his hand. His optics came to rest on the black and white mech sat in the corner of the room, his knees hunched up as his helm rested on them, his arms wrapped around his head. Upon hearing the door shut Prowl glanced up at his captor. His optics flashed dangerously before dropping his head down weakly.

Prowl placed the probe on his desk, frowning slightly. His Lieutenant Jazz had done a number on his counterpart's once neat, pristine frame. One of his door wings hung loosely on his back; scrapes of paint were visible on his chassis mixed with stains of energon and oil from nasty looking cracks in his armour. He'd known, when he'd allowed Jazz to take care of this Prowl that he wouldn't have been able to control himself, his logic centre telling him it was his fault. Prowl however felt no guilt in this, he had Jazz so wound up and frustrated it was surprising that his prisoner wasn't lying in a growing pool of energon his frame torn open and defiled. As it was he would be more cooperative this way.

A faint shudder washed over the white mech's frame and Prowl felt a faint stab of sympathy in his spark as his mirror image winced when he tried to move. Kneeling beside him he traced a finger along the exposed wiring in Prowl's arm, his armour had been ripped away leaving rivulets of energon seeping from traumatized cables. Prowl hissed at the touch and jerked away from him, his proud voice hoarse, cracking.

"Do not… touch me…" He glared at him, hate filling his features.

"I did not do this to you… Jazz is somewhat… overzealous at times."

"Oh… I am sure… you had nothing to do… with it." Prowl replied, bitter sarcasm filling his tone.

"Hmmm… no matter. Are you ready to tell me what I wish to know?"

"Not… telling you… slag…" Prowl whispered dropping his head back down feebly.

The black and chrome mech brushed a hand along his helm, reaching down his neck his fingers digging into the joints of the damaged door wing. Prowl hissed and cried out his back arching away from the pain, but the strong merciless fingers would not release, they tightened their hold and wrenched Prowl to standing using only his door wing.

Stifling his cries of agony Prowl stood shakily, freely flowing energon and oil dripping onto the floor from his arms, his chest, his legs and his back. His cortex fired alarms at him, he cancelled them all, completely aware at that moment how badly damaged he was. He staggered to the desk as Prowl dragged him with one hand by the torn door wing, the joint screamed at him, it was only held on by one small joist thanks to Jazz's work. He yelped sharply as Prowl jerked him into the seat.

"There now isn't that more comfortable?" Prowl purred softly as he straddled his legs lifting his hand to his helm, the tactician snarled in rage clawing at his counterpart's face as he pressed a device to the side of his head.

"Gaahhh… no… get off me!" Prowl yelled defiantly. His roar of pain turned to muffled whimpers as the probe began its work. His cortex began to fog, with his logic centre off line Prowl had no defense against the relentless onslaught of his mind as it hacked past his firewalls, violating his thoughts. He moaned softly in defeat.

Prowl left him seated as his door buzzed. Skyfire and Sideswipe stood holding the cleaned up form of Starscream between them.

"Put him over there. Ensure his chains are secure."

They obeyed silently as Prowl watched them like a hawk. Bowing very slightly they practically fled the room. The defiant glare had returned to Starscream's red optics as he watched him approach.

"You're looking much better now."

"Where is my trine?" He growled deeply.

"They are secure. Don't be concerned my mechs are under orders not to touch them in any way as long as you cooperate with me."

"Seems to me like your mechs won't stop at anything… or anyone from doing what they want. Or is Jazz an anomaly to your shining example?" He spat, goading Prowl, bravely? Stupidly? That remained to be seen, but Starscream was not about to lie down and beg for this Autobot or any other for that matter.

He earned a vicious slap across his face. Spitting out energon onto the floor he leered up at the impassive Prowl. "You will watch your tongue. Now remain silent, I have work to do."

He paced back over to his desk, Starscream noticed for the first time he was not on his own in the room. Prowl took up his customary perch on the edge of his desk. His prisoner shifted uncomfortably in his seat as the mind probe filled his mind. Starscream could only watch as the Prowl he knew was forced painfully to reveal tactical secrets about the Autobot base back in their world. Starscream grimaced, cursing himself inwardly as he found himself recording Prowl's answers. Yet he did not stop, the information would prove invaluable to Megatron.

Starscream extrapolated what would happen if these Autobots ever reached their Earth. Megatron was almost foolish enough to join forces with them to defeat the Autobots, Starscream could not allow that to happen, no matter what the benefits were, there was no doubt in his mind that these Autobots would betray his Decepticons as soon as they had outlived their usefulness. He vowed silently not to let that happen, he would die before he let anyone of these vile Autobots cross over into his world.

He winced as Prowl's shrieks filled his audios, worryingly he felt the echo of pain in his spark, the forced merge with the other Prowl had given him a latent link to the spark of the Prowl he knew as well. The mind probe was digging further but the tactician was fighting it. The information in his cortex would cripple the Autobots if all of it fell into the wrong hands. Starscream understood his need to fight back, understood the pain he was willingly inflicting on himself to protect his fellow Autobots. This was the action of a warrior, Starscream felt grudging respect for the Autobot as he watched him thrash against Prowl's grasp pinning him to the chair. To get off this world, they were going to need each other.

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Prowl's optics flickered on line. His mind felt light, clouded, sore, his spark felt a tug. He groaned lifting a hand to his optics. Someone stirred beside him, jerking fully awake Prowl tried to sit up but a firm hand pressed onto his chest pushing back onto his back. Panic filtered through his sensor net as a familiar voice graced his audios.

"Stay still, I'm not finished."

"Starscream? What… what are you doing?"

The seeker grunted in response, shifting uncomfortably. "Your energon levels were below 15% you were going to stasis lock, without treatment you would have almost certainly off lined permanently."

Prowl felt something disconnect from his frame. He winced as he pushed himself up onto his elbows. Starscream eyed him, his optics unfriendly but not threatening. Prowl's gaze fell to the fuel line Starscream was tucking back away into his frame.

"Why would you… do this? We're enemies."

"You are accurate in your assessment, we are enemies but… you attempted to help my trine… that is not without merit."

"But?"

"If we are to escape Autobot then we must set aside our differences and come to a conclusion together."

Prowl stared at him in disbelief. He tried to push himself up, his arms struggling to support his weight. He felt strong arms lift him gently to his feet.

"Thank you." He mumbled graciously, Starscream cast him a curt nod in response. Prowl groaned and clutched his helm and then his chest as he felt the tug in his spark chamber once more.

"What did he do to me?"

"He used what I can only surmise is a mind probe stolen from this universe's Soundwave. It is identical."

Prowl's optics opened with growing horror. His voice dropping to a whisper. "What… what did I tell him?"

Starscream held his gaze, his optics softened only slightly. "Everything Autobot you resisted valiantly which eventually resulted in you temporarily off lined which I might add was distinctly uncomfortable… but he took everything he wanted from your mind."

Prowl looked at him confusion filling his optics. "Why was it uncomfortable for you? Figured you'd relish in seeing an Autobot suffer."

Starscream shifted uneasily and Prowl clutched at his chest once more. "He's close I can feel him our sparks are connected somehow."

Starscream rested a palm on Prowl's hand gripping his chest, Prowl froze at the unnatural gesture from the seeker, glancing up at him he frowned. "I am afraid that tug at your spark is me."

Prowl gawped at him. "But a feeling like this can only be caused by a bo… oohhhh Primus…" Prowl took a step back from the jet his optics wide. "He did…with… Why?"

Starscream shrugged. "Control we all know how you love control."

"Me?"

"Your reputation precedes you, even amongst Decepticons." Starscream cast him a faint smirk. "Do not overly concern yourself; the merging was forcibly stopped before the bond could become complete and permanent. It will fade over time."

Prowl slumped in the nearby chair his head resting in his hands. "Oh Primus and he plans to cross over into our world."

"This is why we must work quickly." Starscream tugged on the chains securing his ankles. "I believe we are to be transported to Cybertron in the coming solar cycles."

Prowl got up sharply, regretting the move instantly as his injuries jarred and began seeping energon once more. "Sit down please." He commanded weakly.

"Do not presume to order me about Autobot." Starscream snapped acidly.

"Please Starscream." Prowl repeated his voice sounding much weaker than he would have liked. "I can help."

Starscream limped stiffly over to the chair and lowered himself slowly, in an obvious amount of pain. Prowl scowled as he knelt at his feet. "What did they do to you? My scans show a number of internal injuries."

"That is none of your concern Autobot."

Prowl sighed and glanced up at the seeker. "Please Starscream… my name is Prowl."

"I am well aware of who you are but…" He dropped his tone, "your name leaves a bad taste in my mouth at the moment."

Prowl blinked unable to argue and took hold of his shackles.

Starscream glanced down between his knees at the kneeling tactician. "What are you doing?"

"Acid pellets I still have a store of acid in a back up reservoir. It will burn through these chains."

"Oh." Starscream replied simply sitting back gingerly resting on his aching wings. He chuckled softly. Prowl frowned at him in confusion. Starscream's chuckles grew to a quiet laughter as his red optics met the blue.

"Starscream what in Primus's name is so funny about this?"

"Well… of all the times I have wished to have an Autobot kneel at my feet - the second in command to Prime no less and here I have you right where I want you and…" His laughter shook his frame. "And… I do not wish for it."

He composed himself a grin still tugging at his face plates. "I enjoy the irony."

Prowl smirked slightly at his amusement. "You're free." He stated simply. They stood scanning the room for a possible escape.

"Would that acid not work on the door lock?" Starscream mused.

"The metal is protected; it would just leave a mark." Prowl replied.

The door at that moment scraped open, both mechs turned sharply as the mech entered the room. Clasping his hands behind his back his blue optics narrowed as the two prisoners took a step back. Jazz entered the room and joined him growling threateningly.

"Well now… this is an interesting development." The alternate Prowl smirked dangerously as he reached for his weapon.
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