Untitled G1 fic to adopt
It was a quite night in the Ark on Earth, almost every bot was in recharge expect one. He was wide awake on his berth, he sighed sadly through his intakes. He knew he should be in recharge, if not the CMO would have his head. But he just couldn’t. His processor was still purging information through his systems. He was tempting to use the remaining sedative he “barrowed” from Ratchet long ago. He still feels sorry for the twins taking the blame for something HE did. Sadly though he was beginning to be immune to them, only having work for a short period before wakening up again. He sighed again before slowly getting off the berth and out of his quarters.
He walked down the halls of the Ark, once held up high door wings now hung low and depress on his back. He been like this since he was a sparkling. Another reason why he hated the ‘Cons when they destroy his home city, the town’s medical c
Movieverse ProwlXJazz Dabble for Adoption
Prowl stood on the outside of the base on their new home, Earth. He was carefully leaning on the wall to keep off one of his pedes. Even though Ratchet had fixed it when it was damage when he landed, it still ache at times from when it was broken long ago on Cybertron. He looked over sadly at the small group of Autobots that had gather with Prime to paid their final respects to a fallen member of their team. Bumblebee left the group to go over to Prowl. He had known that Prowl and Jazz had been good friends during the war and he figured that Prowl could use some comforting in his time of loss. Prowl smile a bit when he saw the scout come near. "Hey Bee." he said.
"Are you alright?" Bumblebee asked, using an audio clip from his seemingly endless supply. Ratchet had fixed his voice as well as he could, but Bee had gotten so used to using clips that he forgot that fact.
"I guess." Prowl said as he looked back towards the small group.
Bumblebee peered up
G1 ProwlXJazz Dabble for Adoption
Little humans work hard slowly moving the little pieces from the fallen building to slowly remove the trap victim. They had to work diligently to make sure they didn't cause the rest of the building to collapse in on itself, but they also knew time was of the essence. "Has any one contact the Autobots yet?" one human said to some others.
"We're still trying to get through to them." Another called out above the wail of sirens. The first human sighed and turned to the slight glowing of a pair of blue optics that were staring weakly at him from the ruin building.
"We'll get you out I promise." The human told him.
"...I-I know..." the mech weakly spoke, coughing a bit.
"We're also having trouble reaching your friends."
"...T-They will come...J-Jazz will make sure of it..."
"How can you be so sure?" The human asked.
"...We're bonded..." The human gave him a puzzled look. "...H-He can feel me..."
"You're connected?" The human asked, still somewhat confused but r