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Memes for my tfe constructiprowl au part 3

These are pretty much spoilers, but I won't tell you what. You have to read my fic for it to make sense.

This happened off screen:

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Meme for my tfe constructiprowl au part 2

Megatron comes back pretty much at the worse time

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GIVE ME BACK MY GESTALT

Tfe constructiprowl :)

Main story: -> Part 1 -> Part 2 -> Part 3 -> Part 4 -> Part 5 -> Part 6 -> Part 7 -> Part 8

This is extra that I couldn't put in the main story.

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Springer was drinking his high grade energon. It has been a very busy year and he can finally relax. The decepticon activity has finally stopped and they are actually making a peace treaty thanks to Thundercraker. Who definately wants to go back to Earth.

But it's whatever, if they can finally have some peace he'll take it.

Springer takes a sip of his energon.

He wonders how his creators are doing. He hasn't heard anything from Tarantulas for a while, ever since their first very deadly and akward meeting in the mines. Now thinking about it he hasn't heard anything from Prowl.

Tarantulas sends cryptic messages to him, but Prowl hasn't send him anything. It's starting to worry him, but he knows his carrier. Prowl will be fine-

"Hey, Springer! Prowl's dead!" Hot Rod screams from the other room.

Springer spit out his high grade and looks at Hot Rod, "WHAT!?"

"Oh, Slag. False alarm! . . . Prowl went on a rampage and destoryed GHOST. . PS: He's married the constructicons."

"Oh, thank Primus. . . . What the frag, was the last part?"

"Your dad went on a rampage."

"Not that, the other one."

Hot Rod looks back at the message then at Springer, "Prowl conjunxed the constructicons"

. . .

"Springer?"

Spriger falls unconcies in fron of Hot Rod.

"SPRINGER!"

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Springer glares at the constructicons. He knows that they are now legally family, but it doesn't mean he has to like it.

Prowl is laughing with them, he's genuinly having fun. Springer hasn't seen that in a long while.

Springer doesn't have the spark to tell Prowl that he doesn't like them.

They are having dinner. At one point Prowl excuses himself, because he is getting a call from Optimus.

The constructicons comes closer to him, Springer has no idea why.

They stare at each other before someone break the silence. To this day Springer has no idea who said it.

"You seem like a good big brother."

"What that's supposed to mean?"

The constructicons stay silent, but they are all smirking. Springer has seen that look before, when- Oh Primus no.

Just then Prowl comes back and is immediately surrounded by the constructicons.

Springer looks at the smug faces of the constructicons.

He's going to kill them. He's actually going to kill them.

(But he never does, because he doesn't want Prowl to lose his mind.

Again.)

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This would probably happen little after the marrige:

Twitch: YOU CAN GET MARRIED TO FIVE PEOPLE!?!

Mixmaster:Of cource you can, if you're not a coward.

Hook: Polycule is a actually very common in cybertron.

Dorathy: Please, don't encourage my kids.

Trash: I can get married?

Bumblebee: Not yet. You're way too young for this. *Bee turns to look at Prowl* And you are way too old for this. How did this happen?

Prowl: I asked and they accepted.

Bumblebee: I know that, but how did you guys get so far. The last time I thing heard about you, was that you left with the con- . . How long have you been daiting them?

Prowl: . . .

Bumblebee: How long Prowl?

Prowl: I think you already know.

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Tarantulas sees the whole plot happening: I'll be damned a freeway to Cybertron. Don't mind if I do.

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Before the wedding apologies kind of:

Prowl: Sorry that I paralysed you for *looks at the time* 45 minutes.

Megatron: I've had worse.

Prowl: We're good?

Megatron: That was nothing, at least you weren't planning on killing me.

Prowl who definately was planning how to kill Megatron: Yeah, lets leave it at that.

Elita:

Prowl:

Elita: Oh for Primus' sake, come here! *Gives Prowl a bear hug* You had no idea how worried I was for you.

Prowl: . . Missed you too. .

Elita: If you ever pull a stunt like that again, I'm going to personally yeet you off a cliff.

Prowl: Seems fair.

Prowl and Optimus are staring at each other in silence. Both of them are stubborn sons of bitches, so the atmosphere is tense.

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Prowl: I'm not going to lie to you and say I didn't mean it. But. . I see that you weren't that involved with the whole conspirecy, I guess.

Optimus: And I see that your actione were more or less justified.

Prowl: I still hate you for not looking deeper into the situation and letting GHOST run rampage.

Optimus: Yes, I also do regret that part, but there wasn't a lot I could do without endangering the autobots and Terrans.

Prowl: We probably will never be as close ever again.

Optimus: Your lack of autobot badge tells me so.

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Prowl: Will you marry me and my gestalt?

Optimus: . . . *Deep sigh* It's the Primes duty, so yes.

Prowl is about to leave when Optimus places his servo on Prowl's shoulder. "I wish you well, Prowl with your gestalt."

"Thank you. . Old friend." Prowl says as he leaves the room. Leaving only Optimus behind.

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GIVE ME BACK MY GESTALT

Tfe constructiprowl :) Heavily based on this:

We're at the finale!

-> Part 1 -> Part 2 -> Part 3 -> Part 4 -> Part 5 -> Part 6 -> Part 7

This is part 8

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After Prowl slipped into stasis lock, everything stopped. Like literally everyone calmed down for a few minutes to sort everything out. Prowl saved everyone the trouble of figuring out the conspiracy that he unintentionally discovered and saved Earth. The autobots and decepticons didn't waste time securing the spacebridge. They came up with a shaky truce, because both sides wanted to go back to Cybertron, more than they wanted to end one another.

Megatron came to the headquarter ready to fight, only to be met with the constructicons crowding Prowl, decepticons helping autobots and being civil and Karen being thrown to Prison. He turned to look at Prime, who was talking with Shockwave. He would have more questions, but right now he's too old for this.

The remaining ghost agents stood around still confused by the whole situation. Except, Dorathy who realised something and went right after Karen. Meanwhile Karen was trying to get out using a helicopter, when Dorathy busted down the door and arrested her, right then and there.

While all this was happening the constructicons stood on guard around Prowl, as Hook repaired Prowl. They vehemently refused to move away from Prowl, he finally found them, there was no world that they would allow Prowl to leave their side after everything.

Prowl's condition had stabilized, thanks to Hook. Hook's servo lingered on the empty optic socket. If only he had been with Prowl when he woke up, then maybe Prowl could have kept his beautiful blue optic.

Hook's hand then traced down to Prowl's chassis, where he noticed that the autobot symbol had been ripped off. Prowl abandoned the autobots for them. Hook would have liked to be the one to rip it off, but he's very happy that Prowl doesn't have it anymore.

Prowl's head was on Long Haul's lap, Long Haul tilted Prowl's head to look towards him. It felt weird to see Prowl this vulnerable. Last time they saw Prowl, he still had his walls up, but now Prowl had let down those walls for them.

Bonecrusher sees the dents and dirts on Prowl. He thinks that it makes Prowl a lot more attractive. Knowing that Prowl got all those for them, every single one is a scar that Prowl took to get them back. It's a beautiful masterpiece that Bonecrusher could keep staring at.

Scavenger notices that Prowl was carrying the lighter. The same lighter that he had given to Prowl. He actually kept it. Scavenger felt his faceplate warming up. It should have been a surprise that Prowl cared about them. But it being confirmed was something else.

Mixmaster is ready to destroy anyone who even dares to come closer to them. He didn't spend those six months doing nothing. He created a missile launcher, no one knows how he did it, not even him. Prowl would probably have an idea, but he's unconscious now.

Mixmaster looks at Prowl, he feels a lot more protective of Prowl. They all do. After all, his wound tells him that he did everything to get back to them.

As this is happening Prowl is deep in stasis lock. He sees nothing, hears nothing and feels nothing.

He's calm, peaceful even.

But that peace is interrupted by that familiar presence.

"You gave us a scare didn't you, Prowler." Prowl looks up at the mech.

Scrapper grins when their optics meet.

They never got to meet officially, but it feels as if they have known one another for a long time. Scrapper cups Prowl face, looking staring right at Prowl's face.

"You're perfect. . . Hah ha, don't think about it too hard." Scapper gives Prowl a soft smile. Prowl wants to say something, but it doesn't feel like he needs to.

Prowl lets out a chuckle and leans closer to Scrapper servo, while keeping eye contact. Scapper seems to be taken aback by this, but he seems happy about it.

"No wonder you make them happy. . . I guess you would have made me happy, too." Scrapper said quietly to himself. "Now go, they are waiting for you."

Prowl places his servo on Scapper's cheek, "Thank you for being with me."

Scapper's optics shine, "Don't mention it."

With that Scrapper disappears from Prowl's mindscape.

.

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Prowl opened his optic to see his gestalt surrounding him. He turns to look around, but sees no one else with them. They are alone.

Finally.

Now that his gestalt is near, he can finally sense them. The moment Prowl opens his side of the bomb, he is quickly overwhelmed by the love.

Prowl tries to get up, but instead he is scooped up by Long Haul to a sitting position and quickly surrounded by his gestalt.

"Prowl! You're alive! I mean we knew you would..."

"...Is everything all right? Do you still feel phantom pain?"

"We missed you, Prowl!"

"..You look hot when you're feral."

"Can you- What the-"

"He's right, though. That was pretty hot."

Prowl smiles as he keeps listening to his beloveds talk amongst themselves. He missed hearing them.

Prowl reaches out his servo to the closest one, who happens to be Bonecrusher. Bonecrusher takes Prowl servo gently, bringing it closer to his chassis, where Prowl can feel his spark.

It's real.

They are really here.

Prowl finally lets himself let his guard down. Prowl didn't notice that everyone around him had quieted down, waiting for him to say something.

"I missed this. Frag, I miss you all." Prowl doesn't care that he is crying, but the constructicons sure as hell do.

They start to comfort Prowl either by using their bond or giving him soft touches. It calms down Prowl enough for them to actually talk about what had happened.

The constructicons tell Prowl all the shenanigans that happened while he was gone. Prowl listens to them, he feels happy that they weren't experimented on or reprogrammed to be drones. Like that one mad scientist said, Prowl took care of it.

Then it's Prowl's turn to talk. He doesn't really have the energy to make it dramatic, so he talks about it like it's a report.

The longer the tighter their hold on him gets both physically and in their bond, Prowl doesn't really mind it. He finds it soothing. When he finishes, all the constructicons are touching some part of him.

They are finally together.

Prowl would like them to be forever. He knows the constructicons would be the same.

"Would you like to be my conjunxs?" Prowl asks. He knows it's nothing fancy, but they have all waited for a long time and they aren't going to wait for much longer.

Prowl is met with shocked silence, it's not a bad silence, but Prowl can tell that they are still surprised. They really shouldn't be at this point.

"Sorry, if it doesn't follow the tradition, but I-"

"YES!" Scavenger is the first one to break out of his shocked state, "Oh Primus, yes!"

He is quickly followed by Hook, Long Haul, Mixmaster and Bonecrusher, who all also agree.

They all want Prowl to be their conjux. As much as Prowl wants to be theirs.

Fuck the tradition, they need to get married now.

Which is how to celebrate the peace treaty, every mech, even bumblebee, remaining agents and the Maltos are witnessing the beautiful celebration of these six getting married.

Most of the people attending have no idea why they are there, but are happy regardless. The mechs who know the constructicons are puzzled by this, but are still supportive. While the mechs who know Prowl have accepted this.

"And with these final words From Primus, You may now kiss your conjux."

With a round of applause the newly conjux finally kissed. Prowl kissing each constructicons separately. After all is said and done, Prowl looks at his gestalt and says with a voice full of adoration, "I love you."

Which is followed quickly by, "Aw, love you, too", "I love love you!", and "we all love you, too"

They are all happy, now and no one can take this away from them.

Not now or in the future. If they even dare to try.

Well they won't be seen again.

Prowl looks at his conjunxs who are building something. They are saying that it is a secret, but Prowl has a hunch what it could be. He of course, won't say anything.

He loves them too much to ruin this for them.

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I made Extra, yey

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GIVE ME BACK MY GESTALT

Tfe constructiprowl :) Heavily based on this:

I haven't seen anyone do a fic about this specific idea, and I am craving for it. So I guess I have to do it myself. This is becoming long.

-> Part 1 -> Part 2 -> Part 3 -> Part 4 -> Part 5 -> Part 6

This is part 7

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Optimus is taken aback by what Prowl shouted, he isn't sure how he should approach this situation without making it worse. But he isn't going to have a say in this, when Prowl makes that choice for him.

Prowl shoots a laser at him, which Optimus is able to deflect.

They know each other's movesets, they have spent a whole war fighting side by side, training together and supporting one another. They know each other's next move.

Prowl can't afford to wait any longer and Optimus needs to stall Prowl for others to return or for the security to come back online.

So if they can't beat one another physically then they should do it mentally.

"Why did you do it?" Prowl starts.

Optimus looked confused, while dodging Prowl's attacks.

"Do what?"

"Make me trust you and shatter that fucking trust in to millions of pieces."

"When did I do that?"

"THE MOMENT YOU LET THEM TAKE MY GESTALT!" Prowl shot again towards Optimus, who once again dodged it.

"It was to keep the planet safe."

"SAFE?! THE WAR ENDED! THEY SHOULDN'T BE IN CELLS. WASN'T YOUR GRAND PLAN TO UNITE DECEPTICONS AND AUTOBOTS!"

"We are doing our best."

"Clearly your best isn't enough."

"What would you have wanted us to do, THEN?!" Optimus tried to keep calm, but he was losing it at the end.

"NOT WHATEVER THIS IS!"

The decepticons around them gasped, they were very invested in this drama happening between those two. This was probably the best entertainment they had in a while.

The constructicons were all watching this intensely. They haven't seen this side of Prowl and if they were being honest, they thought it was very hot.

Meanwhile Optimus and Prowl were shouting at each other. Mostly Prowl blaming Optimus and him trying to figure out what the hell was going on.

"YOU TOLD ME THAT ALL SENTIANT BEING DESERVED TO HAVE FREEDOM! WAS THAT A LIE TOO!" Prowl shouted after Optimus dared to talk about freedom.

"OF COURSE NOT!" Optimus had gotten fired up during their exchange.

"THEN, WHY ARE THEY HERE!" Prowl pointed towards the constructicons.

"THEY TRIED TO KILL YOU!"

Prowl optics widened at that, something wasn't adding up, but he was too furious to take greater notice of it, instead he retaliated with "GHOST TRIED TO KILL ME! NOT FUCKING THEM!"

Optimus stopped in his tracks. Everything that had happened before started to connect, the way the constructicons were brought, Prowl's 'death', the destroyed ghost facilities and the GHOST's higher command fear.

Optimus knew GHOST wasn't as trustworthy as they said they were, but this is something else. He should have trusted his gut instinct, not let his emotions be overwhelming. He felt guilty for not noticing, for allowing GHOST to get away with it.

"Prowl, I didn't know-"

Prowl isn't going to give Optimus the chance to finish, Prowl saw an opening and he is going to use it. He is right in front of Optimus and kicks him away from the cell. Reaching towards the system to undo it and finally reunite with his gestalt.

Before he can do the finishing touches, Optimus throws him to the other side of the room. Prowl's wound that is near his spark is opened and leaking energon.

"We can figure this out, I'm sure there must have been a huge misunderstanding." Even Optimus didn't believe what he was saying, but he needed to calm down Prowl, before a lot of innocent people would die. Optimus has seen unstable Devastator before and he knows that if he lets Prowl combine now, everyone is most likely going to die.

"I can talk with ghost to-"

"WHY DO YOU STILL KEEP DEFENDING THEM?! THEY DON'T CARE ABOUT US! IN FACT THEY FUCKING HATE US!" Prowl shouted, as he got up. He was ignoring the pain in his chassis that was going to send him into stasis lock.

"What do you mean?"

"DON'T FUCK WITH ME! YOU SHOULD KNOW ABOUT THE SPACEBRIDGE THAT THEY ARE BUILDING UNDER THIS BUILDING!"

"They are doing WHAT!"

Optimus didn't say that, he quickly turned to look at the autobots and ghost agents that had come to the room. The autobots looked surprised, while the ghost agents' faces ranged from confusion to fear.

Elita one walked into the room, everyone else had stopped on the doorway. Her optics widened at seeing Prowl, but now was not the time for tearful reunions.

"Prowl, where is the spacebridge?" Elita-1 asked carefully.

Prowl rolled his optic, "You're not that stupid Elita. . You should know already."

Elita narrowed her optics at prowl, but turned to look at Arcee and Wheeljack. She said something to the two, but Prowl wasn't listening, because he was glaring at the ghost agents and Optimus.

Prowl could feel himself going closer to stasis lock. It was harder to focus, his body was in excruciating pain and his energon reserves were depleting fast.

He just wants his gestalt.

Why does it have to be so difficult?

He's so close.

Prowl doesn't know how much time passed, but the fact that Elita one looks shocked tells Prowl that they found the space bridge. Prowl notices that Optimus is distracted and focusing on Elita, the ghost agents are unsure of what to do. Some of them look like they want to run away, while others are even more confused by what's happening.

It's the perfect opportunity.

Prowl shoots towards Optimus, who quickly goes to deflect it. Only to be surprised when it passed him and hit the control panel.

The force fields that were holding in prisons are now down. The decepticons are free, but Prowl doesn't care about that.

The constructicons don't wait for a second, they are going straight to Prowl. Long Haul makes sure to punch Prime in the face on the way.

Prowl is going towards his beloveds, but he has lost enough energon to not be able to move elegantly. He is about to fall, when he is caught by Hook, who starts to look over him.

"Slag, this is bad. Scavenger! Do you have the medkit?!" Hook is instantly in his doctor mode.

"Right, here!" Scavenger doesn't waste any time, giving Hook the medkit.

Prowl feels himself being lifted by Bonecrusher to rest against him.

Prowl is pretty sure he can hear Mixmaster, cursing the ghost, while gently holding his hand.

He is quickly overwhelmed by the sheer amount of attention that constructicons are giving him. Did they give him this much attention before? Honestly Prowl can't remember and doesn't care right now.

He feels at home. He's happy.

He finally found them.

Prowl leans closer to their touch. Not caring what is happening around them. He's suddenly very tired.

It's hard to keep his optic open.

There is a lot of shouting around him. He can't make out the words, he's just so happy to be with his gestalt. 

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Part 8 is the final part

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I got more memes:

Decepticons trying to understand the ship

When Bee figures out what the hell has been going on:

Springer hearing about the crazy clusterfuck of a situation

Tarantulas watching the whole situation, while trying to stay hidden:

I had some trouble editing, so here goes like that:

1-Prowl, hunting the GHOST

https://pin.it/200OWCMFs

2- Prowl vs Optimus

https://pin.it/7BU5sj67u

3- Springer,on Cybertron:

https://pin.it/7eyiGCI4s

4- Prowl, when Megatron came:

https://pin.it/1KyOTWctE

When they fight:

https://pin.it/666LuPHGX

Don't worry I got you :)

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I had some trouble editing, so here goes like that:

1-Prowl, hunting the GHOST

https://pin.it/200OWCMFs

2- Prowl vs Optimus

https://pin.it/7BU5sj67u

3- Springer,on Cybertron:

https://pin.it/7eyiGCI4s

4- Prowl, when Megatron came:

https://pin.it/1KyOTWctE

When they fight:

https://pin.it/666LuPHGX

Don't worry I got you :)

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I could think of several wrestling memes for Prowl vs Megatron and Optimus

Go for it!

I want to see what you can create

:)

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Memes for my tfe constructiprowl au

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GIVE ME BACK MY GESTALT

Tfe constructiprowl :) Heavily based on this:

I haven't seen anyone do a fic about this specific idea, and I am craving for it. So I guess I have to do it myself.

-> Part 1 -> Part 2 -> Part 3 -> Part 4 -> Part 5

This is part 6

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It's been two weeks since GHOST brought in the constructicons.

Two weeks since Prowl has been declared dead.

The base is silently mourning the loss of their comrade, ally and friend. It came as a surprise to everyone when GHOST said that Prowl had died when they were detaining the constructicons.

Apparently Prowl died instantly from a shot from one of the constructicons. Everyone was shocked by that, they knew that Prowl and the constructicons had gotten close and were even friendly, they didn't expect the constructicons to do something like that. But they are decepticons, they always default to violence.

The autobots had a hard time believing this, but as time went on and there was no sign of Prowl anywhere. They reluctantly came to accept his death. But then came the dread of telling Springer that his creator died, they weren't sure hiw well Springer would take it. But that would need to wait until they got back to Cybertron.

The constructicons were placed on a different cell from the rest of the decepticons. The GHOST was adamant that autobots would not interact with them, because of their grief. Elita one was ready to kill and get revenge for her fallen friend, and she was a commander, who was supposed to be a role model for other autobots. Who knows what the other autobots might do.

Megatron and Optimus were suspicious of this, but they had other things to worry about, so the matter was left unattended. When the terrans were created and the Malto's became more entangled with them. Neither of the leaders had time to really think about Prowl's unexpected death.

As months went by, strange things started to happen. Some of the ghost faculties were not sending any messages back to the headquarters at first it was brushed off as communication issues, but when those faculties didn't answer even when the communication issues were fixed. A lot of red flags started to form.

It was then quickly discovered that someone was breaking into GHOST facilities. They didn't know why, but whenever they went to one, the place was quickly destroyed and no one was left to tell the tale or simply weren't there. It happened rarely enough to be the top priority, but it was in everyone's mind.

The autobot and GHOST high command had no real lead to who it could be. But one thing was certain, it wanted something.

The autobots noticed that Executive Agent Karen Croft was especially worried about this. More so than the autobots. She has been tightening security and demanding perfection from everyone around her. It was almost as if she was scared.

But it made sense, they are up against an 'unstoppable force' that has beef with the GHOST. They all should be worried. But Karen was uncharacteristically paranoid, she wasn't even this fearful when they were fighting against the decepticons when the war was still going.

Then Mandroid came into the picture and took away more focus from the thief. But he disappeared as quickly as he came.

Terrains, the rogue decepticons and the Mandroid mystery combination took away all their attention, so that when they noticed that the last standing GHOST faculty was the headquarters it was already too late.

It was near, they all could feel it.

Everyone was advised to patrol the area in case of suspicious activity. This gave the autobot a perfect reason to visit the Maltos and Terrans.

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Megatron has always been suspicious of GHOST's high command, but he never had solid evidence. Megatron knew that they were holding information from them and were keeping them in the dark. Ever since they got the blueprints to one of his weapons, they have never brought it up again.

Megatron looked down at the ride to see a familiar looking police car.

It couldn't be.

Megatron quickly landed and transited in front of the police car.

He was relieved to see that Prowl was alive, but still confused on why he didn't try to contact them.

He didn't get a direct answer from Prowl, but with the way Prowl looked he had some kind of idea of what had happened.

Now he only needed to stop Prowl and make him talk-

Prowl shot him with an immobilizer, before he could finish his thought.

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The Malto were always little unaware of what was going on. But they had a feeling that someone close to the autobots had died. They weren't sure who, but Bumblebee was sad about it.

They were curious about who this mech could be and what their story is. Were they a commander, a soldier or a medic? Did they have hobbies? What type of person were they?

The autobots are surprisingly reluctant to talk about it. It's definitely a fresh wound, so the Maltos decided not to bring it up, when they were with the autobots.

It was once again a normal day, this time the Maltos had a few guests with them. Dorathy watched as her husband and Bumblebee talked. Her kids were surrounding Wheeljack, Elita one and Arcee. Twitch was flying around Wheeljack, like a mini hurricane. Elita one was bombarded with questions from Mo and Robby, and Arcee was teaching Trash to bench press.

Everything has been pretty tense, so it was a nice change of pace.

It felt peaceful.

As Dorathy continued to watch the happiness around her. This is why she keeps fighting and working for GHOST. To have moments like this.

Her peace was soon interrupted by S.O.S. message from GHOST. There was no information on what it could be, and that made it worse.

Everyone started to make their way to the GHOST headquarters. Except Bumblebee, her kids and husband.

This was bad. She could feel it as they drove to GHOST.

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Decepticons were no stranger to gore. But even this sight shocked them.

There in the doorway stood commander Prowl, who had been declared dead for months. Missing his right optic and looking around the room frantically, like a feral animal.

Now, decepticons all have seen Prowl before in the battlefield, but this was probably the first time they saw him feral. Soundwave was replaying his memories to see if he had seen this side of Prowl before. The answer is no.

Starscream for once in his life, decided to not to say anything. The other decepticons follow his example. No one said anything as they continued to observe Prowl.

To their surprise, the moment Prowl's optic landed on the constructicons, it was as if a switch had been flipped.

Prowl looked genuinely happy.

The constructicons were shouting something to Prowl, but the sound proofed cell made it very hard to make out what they were saying, but regardless they looked like they found their treasure.

This was new. They all thought Prowl was here to kill the constructicons, not to whatever this is. They watched in anticipation as Prowl made his way towards the constructicons, smiling.

It felt like they were watching a love story unfold before them. Some of them were invested, while others were even more confused by this pairing.

They watched in anticipation as Prowl ran towards the Constructicons, he was so close. Prowl was almost able to touch the forcefield, when Optimus moved in front of the constructicons, blocking Prowl's way.

A few of the decepticons groaned noticeably Hardtop, who was handing Swindle money and Breakdown.

Starscream was shocked when Prowl declared that he wants his gestalt back. His? When did constructicons allow themselves to be owned. . . Oh, they're in love.

That raises another question: how did they pull Prow, like seriously how? Prowl was known for being distant with almost everyone, except a certain few. So how did those five get Prowl, did they shower him with affection, promise to never leave his side and gave him a feeling of belonging and purpose. . . That would do it.

Optimus is going to get it.

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Optimus can't recognise the mech before him. He knows its Prowl, but that's not the Prowl he knows. The Prowl he spent fighting the war with. The Prowl that swore loyalty to the autobot cause.

Optimus can clearly see the human blood on Prowl's servos. The dried up energon in his right optic hole.

The Prowl he knew would never want to get his frame this dirty.

But here he is looking at his 'friend'

Then there is a moment where Prowl's face turns hopeful. . Loving. But he is looking at the constructicons.

Optimus doesn't know what Prowl has gone through, but he knows Prowl is unstable. . He can't let Prowl near the constructicons. Who knows what type of devastation they might cause.

So he steps in front of the constructicons.

He expects Prowl to back off, when he sees him. But Prowl doesn't, instead he is met with the most unfiltered rage that he has ever seen. Optimus feels confused by this.

What more Prowl looks hurt, his facial expression tells him that Prowl is hurt. But by what? What could have caused this?

He doesn't get his answer, instead he gets many more when Prowl shouts at him to return his gestalt with so much ferocity that would put Unicron to shame.

This is not the Prowl he called a friend.

This is someone else entirely.

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Part 7

We're pretty close to the final chapter, if everything goes as planned.

[kuu-tamo]

https://www.tumblr.com/kuu-tamo/789325631759564800/the-best-part-is-i-know-the-character-used-in-the?source=share

It is confirmed in Earthspark that there are bots on Cybertron (with limited information about what is happening on Earth) so Springer appearing in a secondary/tertiary way at the end is more likely.

As for the character... the issue of children is complicated, because she's a villain with complicated relationships. She cares, but she still messes things up.

I think the best version of her relationship with her son is in the 2000s series X-Men Evolution.

It's still hilarious, when it comes to explaining the characters, that the terrorist villain and the hero "former circus acrobat who almost became a priest but can still perform weddings and funerals" are mother and son.

Yeah that works, Springer is now chilling in Cybertron. (I'm not sure of the war is still going there in canon, but in my au it's pretty much over.)

Now I want to write an extra story for this au where we focus on Springer and his limited idea of what is going on. Like one day he hears that his dad? or mom? is dead, but the very next day he gets news that one Prowl is alive, two he is now married to the constructicons, and three his dad went rogue and destroyed a military organization (+his other dad is also in Earth.)

Her story sounds interesting. I'm glad that you mentioned it. It's giving me ideas and I have started to connect some dots, so thank you

:)

[kuu-tamo]

The best part is I know the character used in the photo and she was willing to commit arson because her wife was "barred" for being a psychic (there is a lot more lore, but this is the best summary for now)

Two of her children were also in this saga, but I don't see how Springer would be involved, so I'm satisfied with just Prowl and the gestalt.

I didn't know that, so thanks for telling me.

She's there commiting arson for her love and kids, while Prowl has commited multiple *looks through my notes* murders, a bit of terrorism and also arson for his gestalt.

I don't have plans for Springer, but I can add him as a background character.

Now thinking about it, its a lot more likely that Springer is in Cybertron when this story happens.

[kuu-tamo]

Omg,omg i love this!

Prowl, time for you to be a nightmare for GHOST, Optimus and Megatron!

(really, how come there wasn't a fic about this? This wasn't even the only tfe construtiprowl post of the blog!)

Yeah, Prowl is already a nightmare for GHOST and he has derailed many of their projects.

I dunno, why no one made a fic about this earlier. The promt is already like two years old. The idea was so good when I first saw it, that I wanted to do it myself.

So here we are.

Prowl is going to be feral, there is nothing stopping him.

If I'm being honest I wasn't plannning on making Prowl fight Optimus and Megatron, but it fits. So thanks to you two, I'm adding a mini fight scene to this fic.

[kuu-tamo]

GIVE ME BACK MY GESTALT

Tfe constructiprowl :) Heavily based on this:

I haven't seen anyone do a fic about this specific idea, and I am craving for it. So I guess I have to do it myself.

-> Part 1 -> Part 2 -> Part 3 -> Part 4

This is part 5

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To Prowl dismay, there were surprisingly less human ghost agents than robot agents. It was sometimes a miracle to even find a human in a faculty, but this time he got lucky.

Prowl lifted the ghost agent by its vest. Its eyes were wide with fear and horror as it kept looking at the blood that was on Prowl's face. It was trembling and its movements were pitifully small. Prowl would have felt bad for it before, but now it's more annoying than anything.

He wants answers, not fear.

"Tell me, where the constructions are being held." Prowl said commandingly. He braced himself for the usual 'Over my dead body', or 'I don't know', or 'please, let me go', or 'Why do you care?'.

"In sector 8, it's in Pennsylvia Witwicky! Please, don't kill me." The agent said, while covering its face.

Prowl's remaining optic shined on the news, he finally found them. He changed his hold from lifting by the vest to holding the human in his servo.

"Tell me more about sector 8." Prowl changed his tone to a softer one. This human was proven to be a lot more useful than he anticipated. He might need it to get inside the faculty.

"All the captured decepticons are sent there. It is the headquarters of GHOST and the autobots. Optimus Prime and Megatron work there and it's hidden inside the mountain. Many of the autobots visit there frequently-"

"What about security?"

"It's uhh, complex. It mostly centers around energon detection and suppression. . ." The human waited anxiously.

"Is there any way to by-pass it?"

"Yes, you need to hack into the main system by using ghost own technology to turn off the security. . Can you now let me g-" Right then the human was shot and fell down from Prowl's servo.

Prowl turned to see a familiar human, his optic darkened. He hasn't seen this one in a very long time.

The human cockily smirked as it looked at Prowl. It was even stupid enough to dare come closer to Prowl m while saying, "I see you didn't get the message from last time, traitor." The human started to reload his other gun, Prowl remembers it, "Should I take your other eye to remind you-" Before the human could finish, Prowl had closed the distance and was holding the human.

Prowl wasn't expecting to see this man so soon, but wasn't going to waste it either. Prowl started to grin as he looked at the human who caused him so much pain, squirming and trying to get away.

Prowl stared as he tightened his hold on the human. He could hear its bones starting to crack.

"Aren't you going to say anything?"

Why should he? Prowl has basically won. He doesn't have anything to say to this human. If the human is expecting him to start monologing his plans to it, then he has made a grave mistake.

There is no escape and Prowl isn't merciful anymore.

Prowl continues to watch in silence as he keeps squeezing the humans, its bones cracking and dislocating. The human has started to cough off blood.

It feels too easy, but it is fitting.

With how easily his future happiness was taken away from him. The human, who was there to order it, should lose their life as easily.

Prowl noticed that the human was changing colors, it was losing consciousness.

But there was one thing Prowl wanted to say, before the human's death.

Just as the human was taking its final breath, Prowl leaned a little closer, still making eye contact as he said, "Good night."

And with that the human died in his servo.

He then drops it unceremoniously to the ground.

Prowl got what he has been looking for and more.

Now the only thing he needs to do is to destroy the evidence. Prowl plants the last bomb that he has right next to the human, before taking his leave.

The building explodes right behind him as he changes to his alt-form and starts to make his way towards his final destination.

Sector 8

He can finally see his beloveds.

Prowl wonders if they're alright, which he knows they are, his gestalt can survive anything. But if he finds even one scratch on them, no one wants to know what Prowl will do, except the constructicons.

Prowl accelerates at the thought of finally seeing his gestalt. 

Prowl drives past the sign that says ‘Welcome to Witwicky, Pennsylvania!”

He’s so close. He can feel his bond starting to burst with life. Just a little bit more and he’ll be with his gestalt. He can finally feel them again.

But that happiness is cut short when he notices a familiar looking plane. 

Megatron.

Megatron also notices him. It quickly starts to descend and transformers mid flight to drop down in front of Prowl. 

“Prowl? Is that really you?” He seems happy. He shouldn’t be. 

Prowl stays quiet. He is reading his blaster and waiting until Megatron is close enough to attack. 

“Why did you disappear?" Megatron asks, as if he doesn’t know. 

“When did you start to care about that?” Prowl transformers and aims his blaster towards Megatron spark. 

Megatron quickly dodges it. He was after all the leader of the decepticons for millions of years. Megatron pulls out his flail. Megatron is enraged for a second, before he proceeds how Prowl looks, then his expression changes to one of worry and confusion.

“What happened to you?”

He should know. He was the one who helped to create that weapon.

“Something that you could have prevented.” Prowl says, as he charges another shot. 

This time he won’t miss. He needs to make this short, before Megatron can alert anyone. Prowl contemplates on killing Megatron, but he would need to use a lot more power and he doesn’t know who else he would need to face. If he can just paralyze Megatron for an hour, that should be enough for him to get his gestalt, destroy GHOST and leave. 

Megatron starts charging towards him, which is not surprising. Megatron always solves his issues with violence. 

Prowl takes a step back and aims his blaster towards Megatron. He was about to shoot when he heard the familiar voice from his spark. His optic widends.

He recognizes that voice.

Scrapper

‘He’s going to dodge it, aim for the right.’ Scrapper advices. 

Prowl does what he is told and aims his blaster to the right just as Megatron moves. Prowl can clearly see Megatron’s optics widened before the shot lands. 

Megatron goes down for now. 

Prowl takes one last look before transforming and driving straight towards GHOST's headquarters. He mentally thanks Scrapper on the way.

It doesn’t take long until Prowl is in the GHOST headquarters and taking off the security. Prowl can hear the humans, robots and cybertronians running around the base trying to figure out what is going on. It’s a perfect distraction.

Prowl can’t unlock the cells right now, since it would make everyone focus on the decepticons, he needs to do that once he has found them. 

With a couple more adjustments, the security is completely offline. Prowl quickly gets up and makes sure the cost is clear, before he starts to run towards the cells. 

Prowl runs through the halls with unnerving determination. 

With each step he takes, he is closer to getting the reunion he has craved. 

With each hallway that he passes by the closer he is to his future. 

With each second that passes by the sooner he will feel them, see them and hear them, again. 

Prowl sees the large door before him. They are open and he can clearly see the energon cells inside it. 

Just a few more steps and he can finally reunite with his beloved. 

Prowl runs inside the room, noticing the other decepticons, who look at him with clear confusion, then with terror. But Prowl doesn’t have time for them. 

Prowl scans the room, before noticing his gestalt. 

They’re okay. They’re save.

Prowl feels a genuine smile curving up his lips. 

He can almost feel the bond. 

He’s so close. 

Just a few more-

“I can’t let you continue, Prowl.” Optimus walks in front of his beloveds’ cell. Optimus doesn’t look as shocked as Megatron did. But Prowl can tell he is confused to see him, maybe even more so. Why?

Did he really think Prowl out of any of the autobots would die without a fight? 

Did he fucking plan his dead to take away his lovers?

Why is he so confused by the fact that he is here?

Prowl feels the rage inside him demanding him to kill Optimus. 

For everything that Optimus’ blind trust has put him through. 

For taking away his love and happiness. 

For betraying him.

The anger, and rage, and the hurt all resurface in Prowl's mind as he keeps staring at Optimus. 

Who is still in his way. 

Who took away everything he had.

The only thing Prowl can express is rage as he readies himself to fight Optimus.

The first thing Optimus hears from his friend, who he thought had died because of constucticons. Is said with so much rage and hurt that he can’t even start to comprehend.

“GIVE ME BACK MY GESTALT!”

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Part 6 is going to give a lot more insight to what the autobots' perspective is. And maybe also from the decepticons' perspective.

[kuu-tamo]

GIVE ME BACK MY GESTALT

Tfe constructiprowl :) Heavily based on this:

I haven't seen anyone do a fic about this specific idea, and I am craving for it. So I guess I have to do it myself.

-> Part 1 -> Part 2 -> Part 3

This is part 4

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The constructicons are doing relatively fine. They are stuck inside the ghost faculty somewhere in Pennsylvania. They were separated into their individual cells.

No one is doing well.

Hook is losing his mind over the imperfections of this place.

Scavenger blames himself for getting caught.

Mixmaster is banging his head against the pillar, because he's so bored.

Bonecrusher has been creating art by scratching the wall.

Long Haul is trying to destroy the cell, but it only causes him pain.

Ever since they got here. They have been feeling more and more desperate to get out and find Prowl.

If it was not for the fact that they weren't the only decepticons here, they all would have become crazy.

There have been a couple of escape attempts, but in the end they always get captured. The first one was odd, no one planned for it. The place just lost power and they all could move freely. The second escape attempt happened thanks to Soundwave’s cassettes. Both attempts ultimately failed, but they helped them to understand how the place's security worked.

 If Prowl was there they would have gotten out of here. Strangely enough the ghost agents don't allow autobots to come near them, Hook's pretty sure that they are keeping them away from the autobots, so that they don't reveal anything.

That theory is strengthened by the fact that their cells are in a different part of the faculty and the room is mostly sound proof.

But the autobots still know they are here.

The thing that keeps them from losing hope is the news of ghost faculties being destroyed one after another and they have no suspect or idea who it could be. But they do, that's definitely Prowl, there is no doubt in their mind.

Even if they can't feel Prowl through their bond, they know that he is not killed that easily.

However just knowing Prowl is alive, doesn't mean that they aren't worried for him.

"For Primus' sake, Scavenger stops pacing around, it starts to get on my nerves." Bonecrusher said.

"I can't! Prowl is there risking his life for us and we're stuck here." Scavenger tried to kick the forcefield, but it did nothing. "It's been almost six months and we still haven't figured out a way to get out."

"Calm down, we won’t be here for long.” Long haul said calmly. 

“Oh and how do you know that?” Mixmaster asked, getting closer to the forcefield. 

Just then a couple of humans walked past them talking about the latest incident. 

“Did you hear sector 17 has been destroyed? There were no eye witnesses and the place was totally wretched. Nothing could have been saved from that place. Not even the camera data.” 

“Oh that's why the boss made us do double shifts and forced the science team to upgrade our security systems. No wonder, she’s worried.”

“Yeah. . . It's awfully close to here, though. Do you think we are-” 

The door behind the humans closed behind them. Long haul turned to look at Mixmaster.

“Yeah, that sounds like our Prowl.” Mixmaster confirmed.

Their bond was filled with joy, excitement, curiosity and relief, it was mostly relief.

“How do you think he will break us out of here?” Scavenger asked.

“He’s Prowl, so probably quietly and without notifying anyone.” Hook answered.

“Or he found an ally and uses them as bait, while he saves us.” Bonecrusher said.

They then proceeded to have a lengthy conversation about which option was more likely to happen. In the end they decided that Prowl would probably break into the faculty quietly. 

“How do you think Prowl looks when we see him again? I think he will be in pristine condition…But he definitely has a couple of scars.” Hook said while leaning against the wall.

“Hmm, probably a little dirty, there is no way he had time to take care of himself. . . Man, I miss his doorwings. Do you think they will twitch when he see us again?” Long Haul answered.

“Prowl would look hot if he was covered in energon.” Mixmaster said casually, making the others look at him, but they all agreed. 

“And if he got rid of the autobot badge. . Do you think he would agree to have some green on his frame? ” Bonecrusher said. 

“No, Prowl likes it neutral. He would rip your helm off if you even suggested that in front of him. . But he would look good with purple optics.” Scavenger admitted.

They all missed Prowl, but at least they had each other to lean on. 

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A little farther away from the headquarters. A police car could be seen heading straight towards ghost. It was in a rush as if it was angry.

He’s coming. 

He finally found, what he's been looking for.

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Part 5

[kuu-tamo]

GIVE ME BACK MY GESTALT

Tfe constructiprowl :) Heavily based on this:

I haven't seen anyone do a fic about this specific idea, and I am craving for it. So I guess I have to do it myself.

-> Part 1 -> Part 2

This is part 3

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The humans really don't know how to cover up their tracks.

Prowl followed the tracks to a G.H.O.S.T. faculty. The faculty in itself is underwhelming. It looks like a normal building, but Prowl can tell that it is not though. There are clear signs of struggle getting something inside.

Prowl transforms back to his normal form.

He needs to sneak into that faculty and break out his gestalt.

A human walks out of the building and leaves the front door open. Prowl takes advantage of this situation and sneaks into the faculty. He makes his way to the controller room, where he dismantels the cameras and deletes the video footage of him.

Now he only needs to-

.

.

Prowl can't find his gestalt.

There are no records of them.

Not even a mention or video footage.

It's like they don't exist.

Prowl tries again, and again, and again.

Each time he gets nothing.

The longer this goes on the more desperate Prowl becomes. Dread starts to pool in his spark.

Did G.H.O.S.T. offline? Not that illogical, their orders were to take them, not kill them. But then why is there no data on them. . There isn't even data on the other decepticons.

It feels like a sick joke.

Optimus put his trust on these humans. These G.H.O.S.T. agents and look what it got him into. Optimus and Elita have to know about this, there is no other reason for why the decepticons are captured instead of killed.

They knew, yet they still keep working with them.

Prowl looks at the computer screen in front of him. The red error message reflects on his face. Then the screen changes to show Optimus, Elita and Megatron smiling with G.H.O.S.T. soldiers.

They are happy.

Prowl changes his servo to a blaster and charges it.

They don't deserve to be.

Prowl shoots at the screen point blank, the screen breaks into millions of pieces.

How can they have to have their happy ending and not him?

Prowl aims his blaster towards the controller and shoots.

Why do they have the right to take away his beloveds? His future?

Prowl keeps shooting at the computer. With each shot, Prowl feels angrier.

When he finally stops and looks back at the screen. He sees that it's completely destroyed and yet he can still see their smiling faces.

Prowl feels servos on his shoulder, the oddly familiar presence is back. The mech doesn't say anything, but Prowl knows.

He needs to destroy this place.

Prowl makes his way to the engine room, where he plants a bomb. It will detonate in 5 minutes. Destroying this whole faculty and anyone inside it.

Prowl makes his way out of the faculty and doesn't look back as the place blows up. He hears sirens and shouting, but it isn't his problem anymore.

Prowl transforms to his alt-form and starts his journey to find his beloveds. He needs to find more G.H.O.S.T. faculties, maybe there he can find more information.

.

.

.

There is nothing. Absolutely fucking nothing.

Prowl stares at yet another screen that shows him no results.

This is the twentieth time this has happened.

Prowl slams his servos on the controller in anguish.

It has been almost three months since he last saw his gestalt. Three months of no communication with anyone. Three months of being completely alone. Three months of being on the run.

Three months without his beloveds.

He needs them back.

He needs to feel them again. To hear them. To see them alive and well.

This isn't working. He isn't getting any answers from these computers.

Prowl hears the door behind him open and a human step inside.

It's time to use a more direct approach.

Prowl turns around to see the ghost agent. Before the agent can leave Prowl grabs them and removes their communicator. It's now only the two of them.

"Tell me where the constructicons are being held." Prowl commands.

"Over my dead body." The ghost agent snarls at Prowl.

"Then so be it." Prowl says, calmly as he readies his blaster.

The agent's eyes widened and before they could say anything, Prowl shot. The body goes limb and Prowl unceremoniously drops it.

He starts to walk towards the engine room where he places the bomb and times it to explde in 30 minutes.

That should be enough for him to find more humans and ask them where they are holding his beloveds.

Another door opens, Prowl looks behind him to see humans coming into the room. They haven't noticed him.

Perfect.

Prowl dismantled the communication field, no one would hear them, and started the whole interrogation process, again. This time he will get information.

30 minutes later Prowl walks out of the facility with human blood on his servos. The faculty is completely destroyed and on fire behind him.

Prowl takes one look behind.

The fire engulfs the whole building. The walls are coming off, the vehicles are completely destroyed and there is no other sound than the fire.

Prowl looks at it for a moment, before starting to laugh maniacally. It's not a laugh of happiness, but one that holds anger and hate.

He might have not gotten the answers he wanted, his beloveds have to wait for a little bit longer, but he will come for them. He will find them.

Then they will destroy G.H.O.S.T. and anyone who stands in their way together.

Prowl smiles at the thought of his gestalt. He keeps smiling as he start to make his way to another ghost faculty.

That smile disappears when he makes it to the next faculty. It is replaced by a feral grin, now he knows how to get information out of humans.

His beloveds are not far away he can feel it.

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Part 4 will be from the Constructions perspective.

[kuu-tamo]

GIVE ME BACK MY GESTALT

Tfe constructiprowl :) Heavily based on this:

I haven't seen anyone do a fic about this specific idea, and I am craving for it. So I guess I have to do it myself.

-> Part 1

This is part 2

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Prowl wakes up in pain. His whole body hurts, it feels as though everything is on fire. His servos are numb, his legs barely have any strength in them, his doorwings are damaged, and his spark chamber is severely damaged and he is still leaking energon. Prowl can feel that the cave floor under him is completely covered in energon.

Worst of all he feels alone. He can't feel his gestalt. He is unable to sense their emotions and their whereabouts.

He feels empty.

Even though Prowl is agony, he's still determined to find his gestalt. He uses the remaining strength he has to move his body to lean against the cave wall.

Prowl needs to alert Optimus about this. This type of treachery is unacceptable. The war had ended, there is no way that those humans are allowed to be free.

Prowl tries to open both of his optics, only to find out that his right optics is now completely blind. He can't see anything from there.

Prowl knows that human weapons shouldn't affect cybertronian this much, their weapons should not cause ever lasting damage. The only way for the humans to create this type of weapon is by-

.

.

Is by using cybertronian technology and for it to be effective they need a cybertronian to help them.

Those humans used G.H.O.S.T. technology, they had uniforms and weaponry, and the way they acted. They are actually from G.H.O.S.T. they are not pretending. They are part of the real G.H.O.S.T organization.

They are going around kidnapping other mechs.

They took his gestalt.

G.H.O.S.T. took his gestalt. .

Something else also clicked in Prowl's mind.

The decepticon weaponry was always a lot more deadly than autobot weaponry. The human used a relatively small weapon with a lot of power. Long Haul had mentioned to him that the decepticons were creating smaller weapons with more power to surprise their enemies. But they never got the plans, because Megatron changed sides. Megatron was the one who had the blueprints to those types of weapons. Optimus and Elita must have known about it.

Megatron helped G.H.O.S.T create the weaponry that was used to take them down.

Elita one encouraged it.

And Optimus Prime allowed it.

Prowl looks down at his autobot badge. That badge used to bring him pride, now he only feels disgusted the longer he looks at it.

Prowl rips the badge off his chassis and starts to crush it.

He wore this badge when he made the promise to fight for the autobots ideals. For freedom. For justice.

The badge is cracked.

He wore this badge when he fought in the war for millions of years as one of the commanders.

The cracks grow bigger.

He wore this badge when he met his gestalt and fell in love with them.

The cracks keep growing.

He wore this badge when Optimus promised him that G.H.O.S.T. was trustworthy.

The cracks are almost touching.

He wore this badge when his gestalts were taken away from him, like they weren't people, and he was left for death, as if he didn't matter.

The badge breaks into thousands of pieces.

Prowl looks at the broken pieces and his energon mixes together. Bonecrusher would have loved this. Prowl smiles softly at the thought, but quickly gets himself back together.

He needs to get out of this cave and rescue his gestalt.

Prowl slowly and painfully lifts himself up and starts to walk out of the cave. Each step is filled with pain that keeps growing the more steps he takes. The only things keeping him moving is the thought of his gestalt and the oddly familiar voice that keeps encouraging him.

When Prowl finally gets out of the cave, he looks back at it.

He can see his energon and the broken pieces of the autobot badge. It feels as if he's looking at his death bed. At this point it might as well be.

Prowl then sees the trail that he left behind.

He needs to destroy it, before anyone sees it.

Prowl takes out the lighter he got from Scavenger. It was an anniversary gift, Scavenger had been the only one to remember and he was so proud of himself for that. Prowl crouches down to light up the tail of energon.

Prowl watches as the fire sets his energon and the cave into a fiery blase.

Prowl looks down to see his communicator. This communicator had been a peace gift from Megatron. It's mocking him, he should have known better.

If the autobots betrayed him that easily, then why shouldn't he do the same. Prowl takes off his communicator and throws it into the fire. The fire grows bigger. The energon makes the flame purple and the surrounding greenery makes it beautiful.

It feels home. He can almost act as if nothing is wrong and this is his gestalts surprise.

But the fire didn't last long. Prowl is soon left in the darkness as the flame dies.

Prowl stares at the ashes.

From this point on he won't make the same mistake ever again. He won't be fooled and he will not show mercy until he has gained back what he has lost.

Prowl turns his back on the cave and starts to make his way to the last place he had seen his genstalt.

In front of the cave there is a green and purple front-end loader, who smiles warmly. Prowl doesn't see him, but he feels his familiar presence. It comforts Prowl as he walks away.

Prowl walks back to the place where he was with his gestalt. There he finds a medic kit and starts to repair himself. It feels odd to do this without Hook. Prowl quickly stitches his spark chamber back, then he takes out the remaining pieces of his right optics, and covers it up with the bandages. Hook would be mad at him, if he saw what he was doing.

Once he is done he starts to look around. His optic lands on the broken pieces of the thing that the constucticons were working on. Prowl knows he shouldn't look, but his curiosity is taking the better of him.

Prowl sees a lot of signs, flowers, candles, stolen traffic signs and a couple of energon baked cakes. Prowl picks up one of the cakes, he cleans it and takes a bite. They still taste good, even after everything. Mixmaster really knew his craft.

Prowl picks up the rest and stores them in his subspace. He isn't sure when the next time he will get the chance to get energon, so he must prepare. When he reaches for the last energon cake he notices a sign under it.

Prowl lifts it to see what it says. His optics widened and he dropped the sign to the ground.

The sign says, "Will you become our conjux?" with all of their names written under it.

They were going to propose to him. He was about to get the happiest moment in his life and it was ruined.

Because of G.H.O.S.T.

Because of Optimus, Elita and Megatron.

Prowl stares at the sign. Dumbfounded.

He was suspecting that they were going to propose soon, but he didn't think it was today.

Fresh oil falls out of his left optic as he keeps staring at the sign. He keeps finding more and more details of it.

The sign has his and the constructicon colours. Each member of the constructicons wrote their own name. "Will you become our conjux?" is written in Paxian, his native language. They planned this for him.

The letters are stained with his oil tears as he brings the sign close to him. Prowl can feel the love from this one sign.

Prowl smiles at the sign. He feels unfiltered joy for the first time in his life. He turns to say yes when it hits him.

He's alone.

His conjuxs have been taken away.

He has been betrayed.

He has no one with him.

Something inside Prowl snaps. Something deep inside him finally breaks.

Prowl notices the tracks that G.H.O.S.T. cars left behind.

They took this away from him.

He won't forget. He won't forgive.

He will get his gestalts back.

Even if it's the last thing he does.

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Part 3