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Does your happiness go up with my energon pressure?

Prowl to his kids and Lockdown (via rules-and-protocol)

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“Just a bit of an ass?” asked Prowl his voice shaking.  He’s not sure what hurts more the fact that Lockdown loves him or the fact that he wants to leave again.  His shoulders fall and his wing tremble and he thought he was over this, he thought he had healed this wound that it had scabbed over but now it feels like Lockdowns twisting the knife right through his spark.

He slides the visor back and wipes the tears from his eyes.  He might be all out sobbing now, it’ll be a while before he can go back and fae Hunter.  Hunter will want to know whats wrong and whats Prowl supposed to tell him?  Prowls not sure how to have a conversation with Lockdown right now let alone comfort their sparkling.

Part of him wants Lockdown to come and hold him like he had that night after he was attacked.  But he knew Lockdown wouldn’t come close to him, and Prowl wouldn’t get any closer to the bounty Hunter.  “With who?  FOr how long?  Will you be coming back?  Do you want to make this work?  Do you want to meet Hunter?”

He’s not sure if he has stopped crying enough for Lokdown to make sense of the questions, but there is only one question that really matters: “What do you want to do about us?”  Because Primus bless Prowl spark no matter what he loved Lockdown and he’s willing to make this a long distance relationship if he has to.  If he doesn’t come home one day he doesn’t come home. 

Lockdown didn't know boundaries, or perhaps he did and sincerely didn't care. He took the necessary steps forward but hadn't pulled him in, instead, twisting to meet his visored gaze. His fingers twitched, yearning to reach out and touch familiar and warm plating, but he couldn't.

Instead, he chose to answer.

"Two mercenaries. Humans. They yanked me out of a dark place, and I promised to look out for them. I don't know how long, but I need to do this. I owe them - we owe them. I wouldn't be here right now if it weren't for them." He won't mention how much he hated the orange armored human, or that the green one reminded him of himself. They were using each other, and Lockdown wasn't stupid enough to believe they liked him beyond his abilities. "Humans, ya know, always sticking their noses where they don't belong."

He fell silent and tried to find the right words to answer the rest; he wanted to meet Hunter, to promise to return and make things work. Yet the promises felt like lies. The mercenaries had mentioned death was common, particularly in their field of work.

His optics swirled to life and focused on Prowl. "Come with me," he murmured suddenly. "Both of you can come with me. It's my ship, my rules. They don't get a say in that."

Maybe it would fascinate Locus, and having a buffer involving Felix would work well.

"We don't have to be here."

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Prowl followed the other into the ship, he relaxed his arm, and it transformed back into a servo.  Inside the ship Lockdown would notice a few differences.  the holoscreen and the couches from the entertainment room had been removed and put into the house, now the room was filled with boxes and art plastered the walls, most of it from when Hunter was little and they still lived in Kaon, on the ship, waiting for Lockdown to come home.

“I took what I needed from the ship,” said Prowl.  It was Prowls version of an apology, he wasn’t sure if Lockdowns offer of ‘if anything happens the ships yours’ still stood after all this.  “Some of it I had to sell to pay for Hunters surgeries others I stuck in the house.”

Prowl leans against a wall, careful of any art work, Hunter still liked to come in here, supervised of course to get old toys and other stuff he left on the ship.  Prowl takes a deep sigh wondering where to start, how to start.  “Lockdown I have to know:  Did you love us?”

Did you love me?

He was composing lists as they passed various rooms; what would he need to replace, and what would need to be moved out when he took the ship back. He supposed he could leave the other spaceship behind, allow Prowl to use it as storage.

"I hope you sold the mods first," he added casually. It felt wrong to say it, but a part of him wondered if Hunter's health was his fault. He should have been the one paying the price. "They'd rake in more of a price tag than anything else."

He kept a sizable distance between them. His gaze lingered on Prowl, but he could already feel the unsteadiness in his core. A reminder that he left them and such crimes were punishable through whatever means Prowl sought.

It was the question that finally startled him. A jolt to his frame and a particular brightness to his optics, the latter swirling and gears clicking. He felt the support cables in his shoulders tighten, and that aching need to flee pulled at him. He hated conversations, particularly these varieties.

He tore his gaze from Prowl, arms crossed and back rod straight. "Of course, I do," he offered. The tone pretended to be informal, but the frequency beneath was timid and anxious. Two emotions that didn't occur frequently with Lockdown. "If I didn't, you wouldn't be standing here - and I wouldn't have offered a surrender. We both know that."

Coding. Beneath it all, and all of the errors, was a particular set of coding, was still a gladiator and one that would not have allowed an enforcer to hold him at gunpoint.

"I'll take the blame rightfully," he added somberly. "I'm not going to pretend that the question came out of nowhere, or gaslight you. I'm a bit of an ass for jumping ship all the time, and I can't pretend that you shouldn't be angry."

His gaze trailed up the wall. "I need the ship back, and I need to be gone again."

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Prowl dropped the gun but didn’t transform his hand back quite yet.  He sort of wanted to shoot Lockdown, maybe in the foot.  “When you disappeared everything you owned became mine sweetspark, little known Praxian law, having a kid together is legally binding unless you went and got bonded while you were away, in that case I might actually shoot you where it counts.  Plus you’re on Alkaline family property, which I guess technically is yours too.”

“I’ll just shoot you in the foot if i shoot anywhere,” winked Prowl.  “What’d you do spend the night at the bar last night?”  He walks toward Lockdown.  THere are a lot of emotions running through him.  some of which are to just kiss the bastard others are to shoot him.  “GLad to see you’re alive.”

“Owl!”

Prowl turns back to face the door Hunter is peaking out of.  “Hunter what did I say?  Go watch your show.  Stay there till I get you!”  Once Hunter slips back into the house Prowl turns to face Lockdown once more.  “I think we need to talk Locks.  Like have a real conversation about all of this.”  says Prowl as he gestures between the two of them.

“Yeah, well, Kaon law is superior. We can only take someone’s things when we’ve properly killed them, so I’ll remind you again, go for the helm.” He tapped a finger against the side of his head, the brief smirk returned; sly, careful, as though the ex-gladiator was dealing with a feral animal. It felt strange to do something more than roll his eyes or grimace when one of the mercenaries was too obnoxiously loud. 

He hadn’t realized he took a step back when Prowl approached. A habit from the time spent away from Cybertron and during the hunts that didn’t involve them. The grin slipped off his face, and he turned his head, a noise that was not Prowl drawing his attention. 

He felt that awkward twist in his spark chamber, and for the briefest of moments, he wondered if he should slip away while Prowl was distracted. Not that it mattered as he was metaphorically yanked to attention. He hated conversations. 

“The ship or,” he gestured with his head to the home. A shift occurred in his mood, something more somber took over. A new message flashed in the corner of his vision, but he dismissed for now. The mercenaries weren’t important. “Y’know what? The ship, if you don’t mind.”

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megalomaniism‌:

     “Ok, first off, fuckin’ rude! We’re partners now, whether you like it or not. I put up with your stupid, and you love me for my the murders. That’s how it goes. It’s how healthy partnerships work. Ask Locus. We’ve been doing this for years! Probably more years than either of us wants to admit.”

     “He needs me, you know.”

◢My stupid? I’ll have you know that I’ve never been stupid; our partnership is based solely on a necessity, and we don’t have to be buddy-buddy. We’re not going to be. At all.◣

◢Locus, sure - I can get on with him, but you? There’s no way in the pit that I’m never going to get on with you, so let’s pretend this conversation never happened.◣

◢And I’m going to put this out there - Locus needs you like he needs another hole in the head.◣

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He was exhausted in every sense of the word, and he could still hear the inane whining of his new partner in crime. The unlikely duo, trio actually but the third never complained, had traveled the entirety of Cybertron in hopes of locating one ship. He was thankful when the suggestion to split up emerged, with the pair of armor-clad humans posing as minibots, and he could finally chase away his headache with the success of finding his beloved ship.

His hand lifted, and fingers pressed the correct override codes to open the door and disengage the security system that would most likely be active. He was halfway through the action when a familiar voice came, along with warning shots that barely startled him. His optics rose to the skies, and a silent curse rattled in his processor. Of course, he was caught, and of course, it was Prowl that found him.

He clicked his vocal processor in annoyance and lifted his hands in submission. His frame turned in a swaying sort of way, and bright crimson optics flickered as they settled on the former enforcer.

"What are you going to do, officer? Arrest me for breaking into my ship?" His optical ridges raise, and a brief smirk touched his face. "I don't think you have the authority."

He dropped the hook to his side and wiggled his fingers at Prowl. "If you're going to shoot me, aim for the fucking head. It's killing me."

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Hunter sat on the couch a snack in his mouth as a tv show playedon the TV Prowl was still working on the rust sticks, placing down sticks before getting ready to dunk them into the Energon he was melting over the stove.  the blinds were open and something caught the sparklings optic.  Someone was trying to break into their ship.

“Owl!” shouted Hunter.  “Someones at the ship.”

Prowl hums confused washing up turning the heat down low and walking to the living room where Hunter was stationed on the couch infront of the Holo-screen watching a cartoon.  He glances out the window and turns back to Hunter.  “No matter what you hear you stay here until I get you understand?  Watch your show.”

He exits the house and transforms his hand into a gun.  “Hey hot shot,” yells Prowl.  “Get down from there before your hurt yourself.”  He gives a couple of close warning shots to the intruder.  “Security is still active on that ship aft hole.  Get your hands up and step away from the ship.”

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◢I was sitting here, minding my own primus damned business when Felix summoned a knife ad.◣

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◢I’ve literally never approved of you in your entire life. Not your murder tendencies either. You have been a pest since the first time we’ve worked together!◣

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     “Oh sure, now my murder tendencies are a problem. How come nobody bats at an eye at them when they need somebody stabbed?”

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"When I do get to meet your kid?"

◢Never.◣

◢You’re too murderous. Go sit down.◣ 

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:: Happy fathers day Lockdown. ::

Save Message?

> Yes> No

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:: Hunter asked about you today. He's growing up so fast Lockdown. He's going to be an adult before we know it. He thinks you're the coolest mecha to set foot on Cybertron. ::

Save Message?

> Yes> No

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:: Your son found his horn. He thinks its the best thing ever, spoiler alert: It's not the best thing ever. It was cute at first now it's driving me nuts. An alternate of yours is staying with me until you return, He's nice, about as tall as I am but still nice. I know how you feel about your alternates, when you come back try not to shoot him. Love you. ::

Save Message?

> Yes> No

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:: Hunter can sit up by himself now, He's been introduced to regular grade, he's about 4/5 sparkling grade and 1/5 regular right now. I'm a little worried that he's not been able to transform yet. The Doctors say it should be any day now. We love you Lockdown, come home safe and sound. We'll be here waiting ::

Save Message?

> Yes> No

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:: Your son rolled over for the first time, he's also putting everything in his mouth. It's kind of weird, he's licking everything. I think our son is broken. ::

Save Message?

> Yes> No

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:: Hunters in surgery to fix a hole in his spark casing. and to get a battery installed, his sparks not powerful enough to completely power his frame, so he'll have to function with a battery, possibly for the rest of his life. They said he might need more surgeries as he gets older, but they say he should live a pretty normal life otherwise. ::

Save Message?

> Yes> No

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:: Lockdown look at how cute your kid is.  Honestly dont know where the gold optics came from but they work on him. ::

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Do you keep leaving because Prowls super overbearing and controlling?

◢You can go frag yourself.◣