Untitled G1 fic to adopt

Chapter 1

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 center was destroyed too along with his old medical records.  He wanted to explain to the CMO that he wasn’t a workaholic like everyone thinks he is but a real medical condition in his logic processor getting too stimulated that it’s hard for him to recharge period.  But he didn’t want to upset Ratchet.

He arrived in his office and headed to his terminal.  Since he was up he would get some work done.  He wasn’t on long when a message popped up on his terminal.  PROWL GET TO YOUR BERTH NOW!!! “Singed Ratchet”.  He sighed sadly.  He hates it when Ratchet "yells" at him through messages.  He still wanted to know how Ratchet knew he was still up.  He then sighed and shook his head again.  Maybe Ratchet just left the message for him knowing he would go to his office. Or maybe Ratchet had some way to monitor him. He really didn't care either way at the moment.  He closes off the message and set to work again.

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Breams past until he knew it was morning as he could hear moment from the others who HAD went into recharge.  Hopefully, no one would notice that he had been up all night and tell Ratchet.  Suddenly his door opened.  "Good morning Prowler!"

"Morning Jazz," said Prowl as he looked up from a data pad to see the cheerful mech. He should have known Jazz would drop by.

"Hope ya weren’t in here all night again." Jazz said "Ratchet will have a fit if ya did."  Prowl merely looked at Jazz without answering.  "Primus...ya did...  Prowler..."

"So what if I did.  I had a lot a work to do Jazz."

"Ya can't keep doin' that ta yourself Prowler, ya need ta recharge," said Jazz worriedly. "You'll wear yourself out.”

You don't know the haft of it... Prowl thought sadly to himself.  He knew Jazz was right but he just can't, tried as he might he just can't.

"Prowler, ya know we worry about ya.  Ya need to recharge some time."

Prowl merely sighed. "I appreciate your concern Jazz, but I'll be fine."

"Prowler...."

"Come on Jazz, Prime wanted a meeting this morning." Prowl said.  Jazz made a slightly annoyed sound as Prowl got to his feet and stepped out from behind his desk.

As he followed Prowl to the meeting, he turns on his inner comm.  'Red, this is Jazz.  Ya got the video feed of last night right?'

'Of course, why do you ask?' asked Red Alert, slightly warily.

'Did Prowl EVER went to his quarters last night?'

'Yeah...for a couple of breams or two but then headed back to his office.'

'Slag, Ratchet's not gonna be happy,' muttered Jazz and Red Alert made a sound of agreement.

'At lest he made the effort.'

'Doesn't matter much when he didn't get any recharge,' said Jazz. 'I'm worried about him Red.'

'He's a workaholic.  I don't think recharge is in his programming.'

'Yeah...well, I gotta get ta the meetin'. I'll try and keep an optic on him.'

'Right, Red Alert out.'

Jazz shut off his com-link and followed Prowl down the hall towards the meeting room. Prowl glanced over his shoulder, wondering why Jazz was being so quiet when he normally couldn't stop talking.  "Jazz?"

"Hm?" asked Jazz, his attention drawn to the mech in front of him. "Sorry Prowler, I was just thinkin'."

"Very well.  Come on Prime is waiting for us."  Jazz nodded and the pair continued their walk to the meeting room.

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Optimus was waiting for them when they arrived.  "Prime sir." Prowl greeted with a nod.

"Good morning, Prowl, Jazz. Have a seat and we can get started," said Optimus.

Prowl nodded as he went to take his seat, he had pass Ratchet who was nearly glaring at him.  Jazz moved to take his own seat and watched the tiny exchange between the SIC and CMO. It was clear that Ratchet was unhappy and Jazz wondered when the medic would start lecturing Prowl.

"As you all know the American government wants to meet a repersentive of us Autobots in a couple of days." Optimus said.  "It's almost a reassurance that yes; we are their allies and a chance for them to get to know us better."  Optimus look around his officers for a bit before looking at Prowl.  "Prowl, will you do it?"

Prowl nodded.  "Of course I will sir.  It will be an honor."

"Good. Is there one other volunteer? I'd rather two of us went," said Optimus.

"I'll go," said Jazz immediately. This would be the perfect chance to try and get Prowl to get some recharge.

"Then it's settled. Prowl, Jazz, you two will go to the conference and represent us as a whole. And Prowl, try to relax a little. You'll mostly just be spending time with the humans, so you don't have to worry about work," said Optimus with a wry look in his SIC's direction.

"Of course..." Prowl said.

"Now, you have a little time to gather a few things to do in your spare time, and then you should leave. Prowl, Ratchet would also like a word with you before you leave."

Prowl sighed. "Yes sir..."

"Dismissed." The rest of the mechs stood and left, leaving Optimus, Prowl, Jazz, and Ratchet in the room. Prowl stood as Ratchet advanced on him. He didn't like the feeling of someone towering over him, so standing helped with that. He especially didn't like getting lectured by the medic for something he couldn't really control.

"Ratchet..." Prowl started.

"Oh no, don't you start. I specifically told you to get some recharge, but no. My orders don't mean anything to you, do they? Just because you're the fragging SIC doesn't mean you can ignore me. What the frag were you thinking going back to your office when you should have been recharging?!" shouted Ratchet.

"You don't understand..."

"What is there to understand?" snapped Ratchet. "Is it so hard to just go to your quarters, lie down, and initiate your recharge programs? No, it's not, but you insist on working on reports, that can wait until the next day by the way, in the middle of the night!"

"But Ratchet..."

"I don't want to hear your excuses. You'd better get some recharge while you're with the humans or I'll order you off active duty and get Optimus to lock you out of your office. This is the last straw Prowl."

Prowl just so much want to tell Ratchet but he was afraid to.  "I will try Ratchet..."

"Good, and Jazz, keep an optic on him. Make sure he gets some recharge," said Ratchet rounding on the other black and white.

"Ya can count on me, Ratch."  Prowl sighed, his door-wings lowering slightly in resignation. This wouldn't end well, he just knew it.

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After they got what they need, Prowl and Jazz soon headed off to the capital.  At the start of the drive, Jazz was his normal cheerful self, talking about music, some aspect of human culture that he had recently discovered, or the antics of some of their comrades, before he fell silent. Prowl wondered what had gotten his friends so quiet recently.  "Jazz...?"

"What's up Prowler?" asked Jazz after a moment.

"Why so quiet all of the sudden?"

"Just thinkin'."

"About what, if you don't mind me asking?"

"Oh nothin' Prowler."

"If it was nothing, you wouldn't be so quiet," said Prowl dryly.

"Well...we're all just worry about ya Prowler."

Prowl made a noise of annoyance and frustration. "I am fine, there's nothing to worry about." Jazz was surprised at Prowl's short tone. He had never heard that tone from the normally calm mech before.  The rest of the trip was silent again.

Chapter 2

When they arrived at their destination, a group of humans were waiting for them.  "You two must be the Autobots Prowl and Jazz." one of the men greeted.

"Yes, I'm the Second in Command, and Jazz here is the Third in Command. Normally, Optimus would enjoy speaking with you, but we have need of him back at our base," explained Prowl.

"We understand.  We had set up an empty air hanger for you."

"Thank you."


"I'm sure you're both very tired from your long journey.  We will start tomorrow after you have a good day's rest."

"We appreciate that," said Jazz, stepping in with a warm grin.

"This way."

The mechs followed the humans to the air hanger and waited for the doors to open. "If you need anything, just let us know and we'll do what we can."

"Thanks we'll let ya know." Jazz said with a smile.  With that, the humans left them alone and Prowl looked around the spacious hanger. Even for them, the area was large and open.  "Well good thing we brought those portal berths huh Prowler?"

"Indeed," muttered Prowl. He wasn't really sure what to do with himself now that he didn't have any reports to work on or any battle plans to go over. His door-wings twitched agitatedly as he glanced around, watching Jazz as he walked around the hanger looking for a spot to put the berths.

"These will be a good spot."  Prowl merely nodded and walked over to where Jazz was standing.

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Once everything was set up to their liking it was almost getting dark outside.  "Well, I'd say we should get some recharge. It's been a long day," said Jazz.

"Okay..." Prowl said, sounding a bit uneasy as the two slowly settled down on the berths.  Once both were comfortable, it didn't take Jazz long to slip into recharge, but Prowl remained online, his optics bright and staring up at the ceiling.

He sighed, turning on the berth a bit then waited.  Then he made a big sigh and got off the berth.  He couldn't stop thinking. It was annoying and frustrating, but there wasn't anything he could really do about it.  He started to walk the length of the building in a pacing state.  Movement somewhat helped calm his thoughts because he was focusing on where to put his feet, but it wasn't the perfect solution considering his battle computer and logic processors could think of several things all at once without getting confused.

Jazz woke up when his sentive audios picked up his movement.  His visor lit up and focused on the pacing tactician, watching as he walked back and forth, his door-wings twitching erratically.  His movement worried Jazz.  "Prowler?  Is something wrong?"

Prowl jumped in surprise and spun to face the saboteur with wide optics. "Oh, Jazz, no, nothing's wrong."

"Then go back to recharge.  Ratch said ya should."

"I...I know, but..."

"Prowler.  Get back to the berth."

"Jazz..." muttered Prowl as he glanced at the empty berth, back at Jazz, and then around the room, before he looked back at the berth.

"Go on." Jazz said.  Slowly, Prowl walked towards the berth. Step by step, he became more agitated. He couldn't recharge. He had to move, he had to think.  Jazz watched him.  Just as Prowl got close to the berth he growled in frustration before turning and running out the hanger.  "Prowler!"  Jazz leapt to his feet and dashed after the other black and white mech.  He got out of the hanger and just stood there in shock at what he was seeing.  Prowl was in his alt mode racing around in one spot making a donut.  "Prowl? What the slag?" cried Jazz.

"LEAVE ME ALONE JAZZ!!!"

"Prowl, ya know I can't do that. Will you stop that and talk ta me?" asked Jazz.

"THERE'S NOTHING TO TALK ABOUT!"  Suddenly Prowl turned sharply and drove off as fast as he could.

Jazz immediately transformed and shot after his friend. He was getting extremely worried.  'Come on Prowler, talk to me.'

'There's nothing to talk about.  ...You...You won't understand!!!'

‘Ya don't know that! At least let me try ta understand and I can't try if ya don't talk ta me,’ said Jazz, trying to appeal to his friend's penchant for logic.  Prowl just growled and tried to drive faster.  "I thought ya were s'posed ta be the logical one, not me!" snapped Jazz. "How logical is this?! Ya should know I won't judge ya and ya know I'm adaptable enough ta try ta understand, so stop this and talk ta me ya slagger!"

Prowl suddenly turned back and put on his breaks until they were nose to nose with each other. "Danmit Jazz stop making me think!"  Jazz started in surprise at the human curse coming from the tactician, but then registered the words he had spoken after the curse.  Prowl growled a bit before transforming and sitting down where he had stop, now looking very upset.

Jazz slowly transformed and walked over to Prowl before sitting down in front of him. "Prowler...I'm your best friend, ya can talk ta me about anything, you know that right?"

"...You all think I'm some workaholic...." Prowl said sadly.

"Well, ya do work all the time, but I always thought ya had a reason for it," said Jazz gently. "I can't exactly speak for the others though."

"...I work cause I can't recharge..."

"Why can't ya recharge?"

"...My processor won't let me...  Keeps running information, making me think..."

"Ya can't stop thinkin'? That's why ya can't recharge? Mech, ya shoulda said something sooner."

"I try...but I was afraid you all think was lying or something...  Primus Ratchet..."

"Prowl, we'd never think ya'd lie about something like this. In fact, most of the others think you're incapable of lying," said Jazz with a small smirk. "And ya should have told Ratchet a long time ago. He woulda found a way ta help ya out, and it would have saved you a lot of shouting and curses."

"....I been like this since I was a sparkling..."

"Have ya ever had a good long recharge...barring the forced recharges ya get after you're injured in battle?"

Prowl shook his head.  "...Not for a long time..."

"Is...is there anythin' I can do ta help?" asked Jazz quietly, desperately worried about his friend and angry with himself for not noticing this sooner.

Prowl sighed.  "...I don't know, but you can try..."

"What do ya want me ta do?"

"Anything..."

Jazz thought for a moment before his optics were drawn to the fluttering door-wings on Prowl's back. "Let's get back ta the hanger, then I'll see what I can do."  Prowl nodded before following back to the hanger.

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Once they were in the hangar, Jazz led Prowl to one of the berths and sat him down before moving to sit behind him. Prowl looked at the other mech over his shoulder with a curious expression. Jazz merely grinned before splaying his hands on the sensitive back appendages in front of him.