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Who: Prowl & YOU
What: Prowl wakes up from his Lambda-induced coma.
When: Jan 11th
Where: Liege's temple
Notes: ROBO ANGST

Liege's Temple

A lot happened in the last four days, all of which left Prowl feeling exhausted despite the fact he'd been bedridden and unconscious. His awakening had been an unpleasant one, more of a sharp jostling into consciousness than anything. He was starting to get a little used to it at this point.

When he woke up to Liege's Acolytes, he didn't demand to see the Firstforged for this. He didn't even ask for an explanation. All he could do was sit at the edge of the metal berth he'd been placed on, and stare. Stare at the floor and at his reflection off it's surface. He had been changed in both mind and body, and was far from feeling sociable.

There was... a lot of things he had to think about.

Solus' Clinic

Prowl had enough sense to get a check-up at the Medbay after he had regained his drive. While being brainwashed by Decepticons in his world had cut quite a gash into his pride - and more importantly, his sense of agency, he hadn't endured four million years of war to just allow it to control his life.

He had to look at this objectively. He'd clearly been affected by the Lambda somehow, and was in a body he was uncomfortably unfamiliar with. It was time to get a doctor to look at this and see what they could figure out - if there was anything to figure out.

So, after a quick drive to Solus' quadrant, he waited by the entrance in robot mode.

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Chromedome arrives probably about half an hour later. Why was he even bothering anymore? Well, some part of him, some seriously twisted and dark part of him, still saw Prowl as a friend. You'd think after threatening and manipulating each other he would take a hint and leave it alone.

But no, here he was being concerned for the one person who made his life utterly miserable. It was like something he couldn't bring himself to leave, no matter how much common sense screamed in his audio receptors.

"You're looking better."

Chromedome said casually as he strolled into the medbay. He gave Prowl a once-over before raising an eyeridge.

"So, how are you feeling? Not everyday you pass out for no reason. It's been quiet around here without you."

Prowl was usually quite good at hiding his emotions. But that's because most of the horrors he'd seen during the war had been largely physical. He always had one last undamaged sanctuary: his mind. Only now, it'd been invaded by Decepticons and the Autobot that stood before him.

The anger he felt at this invasion by a so-called friend (and deep down, he saw Chromedome as a friend - of sorts) was quick to bubble up. The fact that he was so casual about his return just made it worse. As if nothing had happened.

Prowl was far from happy to see Chromedome, to say the least.

"Has it?"

The question is short and clipped.

"I can leave you to deduce what your victims must feel like once they've put together what you've done to them."

"What the hell crawled up your exhaust ports?"

Chromedome knew instantly what Prowl was talking about, but chose to continue pretending that he didn't. He was not going to feel any regret about what he had to do. Besides, it was Prowl's fault anyway.

"Remind me not to feel concerned over your well-being in the future if you're going to be an ass about it."

"You've known me too long to take me for an imbecile, Chromedome!"

Prowl was usually never very touchy or physical. Not with his fellow Autobots. But he'd never quite felt anger this heated since Orion Pax first came to lure them into what he believed to be a maverick, wayward conspiracy. One what proved to be true.

Metal whines as he clenches his fists and closes the distance between them. Prowl shoves a finger right into his chest.

"Do you have even the slightest idea of what has happened? Your careless actions nearly doomed Cybertron. Our Cybertron!"

Chromedome slapped the hand away from him and instantly took the defensive. Some part of him said that it would probably be better to come clean about this, but Chromedome refused to make anything easier for Prowl. If he had to deny his actions until the sun died then so be it.

"I have no idea what you're talking about! Did the coma scramble your circuits? I mean more than usual."

He let out a sound of disgust before waving a hand irritably at him.

"Whatever, I don't have to take this."

That was his cue to turn towards the door to leave.

Prowl watched him leave, absolutely furious. He was disgusted by Chromedome's repeated denials even at the face of the consequences of his actions. Denying his fault and his responsibility. Just like the NAILs would.

There was a part of him that wanted to just knock his 'friend' down. Just leap over and tackle him into the ground and make him admit what he did. But - that wasn't Prowl. It never was. Even in a white-hot rage, he still reigned in some control. He had to.

That didn't mean he was about to let Chromedome walk this off, however. Prowl was never the forgiving type.

"You want to leave? You keep forgetting that you're trapped here with me in the Haven. Running away from what you did won't absolve your guilt. There's nowhere for you to go."

That was enough to cause Chromedome to pause mid-step. He didn't turn around though, that would mean facing Prowl when all he wanted to do was get out of there. What stopped him wasn't any desire to take responsibility for his actions, but rather how hilarious it was that Prowl thought he regretted anything.

"Except I didn't do anything, and I'm not running from anything either. You don't scare me, Prowl."

Prowl's first instinct was to want to make Chromedome afraid. To make him regret raising his hand against him. Threaten him, find some other way to shred his emotions just a little more. To break him down a little further with the correct string of words.

But, that's when Prowl stopped himself. That - that wasn't him either, was it? He didn't want it to be. He was irritable, he did things that were wrong - but was never outright malicious. He had good intentions. Right?

"You really don't care, do you?"

Prowl felt the anger fade and be replaced with something else. Maybe it was better to just let Chromedome go for now,

"Fine. Get out."

No. He didn't.

Because at his core Chromedome was a very selfish person. On the surface he might seem friendly and sociable, but really that was the biggest lie he could ever tell. He wasn't a good person and he could never bring himself to say otherwise. Rewind was the only one to see that part of him and love him anyway.

"Believe me, I'm going."

Prowl got one last cold look before Chromedome left the medical bay.

If Prowl caught on then that would complicate things for Chromedome. It would probably be best to find a way to contain the situation somehow. There really wasn't any line Chromedome wouldn't cross to keep his own life relatively stable. He'll think of something, count on it.

Prowl watched him go, leaning against the wall of the medibay with his arms crossed. He didn't bother trying to get in a last word. He knew Chromedome well enough that it'd take a lot more than that to get him to come back.

That, and, well, he needed some time alone. Away from him. Prowl needed someone who... had less history with him, perhaps. He didn't feel like Chromedome was the right person to talk to at that moment.

And maybe Chromedome needed some time to think as well.

     He was a little anxious ever since he'd found out that Prowl had somehow passed out- power down? What did giant robots even call that sort of thing?

     It had been purely by coincidence that the boy caught sight of Prowl, as that vehicle was definitely unmistakable, especially one that you tried to break into. Unfortunately, Garrod wasn't within reach of his Link, and the guy was too far off to hear him holler. Thus it resulted in a scramble for his Gundam, and since places around here were large enough for it to enter, he hadn't stopped at the door.

     "Prowl??"

     His voice came from the comm shortly before he powered the Gundam down after having it peer inside, popping open the cockpit to hop out.

Color Prowl surprised when he saw a giant - truly giant- robot staring at him through the window. There's an incredulous look to his face as Garrod climbs out.

For a moment, he allows himself to forget the influx of memories that had come into his head and his recent conversation to focus on how --- why?

"Would it be out of the question to explain how you arrived in that?"

     The boy couldn't help but grin. "I piloted it, duh. It's too far to walk and you didn't hear me when I was yelling at you."

     He looked back at the Gundam's head, a little fondly. It had been through a lot, and it was his only reminder of home, not to mention it made it highly convenient to get around here. "Found it around that Junk Pile place some time after you dropped me off. I guess whatever brought me over here decided to bring this too."

     Oh right. "But never mind that- you okay? Last I saw you, that red guy was carrying you over a shoulder cuz you were unconscious or something!"

"I - yes.", he focuses from the Gundam to Garrod's grin, finding a little comfort in it, oddly enough.

Prowl goes down on one knee to meet him,"I'm fine now."

"Lambda-induced comas aren't entirely uncommon here. That interdimensional portal doesn't appear too keen on following any sort of scientific rules."

"But... I'm fine now. I just need to check with a doctor."

"Good! Um... wait, so how can that thing make you go into a coma?" Or maybe he should be asking why? This place just made no sense sometimes.

Still, if Prowl said he was fine, then Garrod wasn't going to worry. So far as he could see, there didn't seem to be anything wrong with the guy, but he was secretly relieved that Prowl was going to get a second opinion on that.

"The scrap do you mean he ain't here?"

Sorry, Prowl, did you want quiet?

He'd just left for a day or so. Hadn't he? Other bots needed checking in on, and the medics all said Prowl was pretty much comatose. So... he'd judged it safe enough to step out for a while. Except when he'd come back, Prowl was nowhere to be seen. And there was an Acolyte on the receiving end of a long, heated tirade from the big soldier.

He didn't realize the bot in question was standing at the entrance -- probably understandable, since his back was to it.

Prowl noticed Ironhide berating the drone. It was difficult to ignore being talked about, so he's just going to ease his friend's anger. Or attempt to.

"I'm here, Ironhide."

His voice and expression were fatigued. Emotionally and physically. A hand had reached to land on his shoulder, but he decided against it.

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"You can't just go around losin' unconscious bots!"

There was more he was going to shout. But the voice caught his attention. His head snapped around, and the angry tension in his frame faded. He lowered the hand he'd raised -- presumably to punch something.

"Oh."

He gave the drone a look, before turning to the other bot. "Hey." Then his head tilted. "You look like scrap."

"It's why I'm here."

Prowl didn't need to look down to know he had been changed quite fundamentally on the physical level. He could feel it in his systems. In the new internal feeds and new sounds he could hear if he stood perfectly quiet.

"I wanted to thank you for looking after me while I was... unconscious."

"Guess that figures, huh?"

He rubbed awkwardly at the back of his neck, managing to look as sheepish now as he had enraged moments before. After a beat, he held a hand out, intending to clasp it with the other bot's. He was relieved to see him up and about, regardless of everything.

"You really expect I wasn't gonna?" he asked. Sure, he might have dinged the other's paint a little, on account of PJ. "What're bots for?"

Another pause.

"Nice uh... mods there, I guess."

[On the ground near him there was a blue and orange robolizard with a hammer in his tail, staring at Prowl.

He looked back for a moment to make sure Knock Out heard him and then looked up at the newcomer one more time before letting out a high and loud:] ....CRAAAAAWWW!!!

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[Prowl looks down at the source of the sound, clearly irritated. What an annoying pest of a creature.]

[He was starting to have second thoughts about not simply private dialing one of the medics he was most familiar with.]

Is there anyone else here?

[That's directed at Knockout.]

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[You, ungrateful mech. He was making noise to get the attention of the medic. The lizard flies up, close to Prowl's face, and let's out another loud screech.]

CRAAAAAW!!!! [Then he flies away to sit on Knock Out's shoulder, who's already approaching Prowl with a datapand in his hands and a grin on his face.] Back from your beauty sleep?

[Prowl bats at the annoying creature away with an arm, but it's already halfway through to its owner's shoulder.]

Clearly, as I am awake. Are you the only medic present?

[Knock Out pets the dragon's back a few times, not bothering to answer Prowl immediately.]

Currently, yes. Trust me I would call someone else if I could. But given that I was the one who checked on you when you passed out it's only logical that I will be the one who makes sure everything's still normal. See it as closing the circle.

"So you've returned."

Metalhawk was standing in the Medical Bay, testing the kinks and bends of his new arm. The Autobot had probably left while he was still recovering from the attachment surgery, as he didn't see him walk out.

Not that he expected Prowl to show any interest in telling him.

Still, he was a Cybertronian, and Metalhawk wasn't sparkless enough to not at least acknowledge his existence. (Unlike SOME people.)

"You never were one to really stand around."

God he hates your face so much, Metalhawk.

"I didn't go to Liege's temple on a pleasure drive," he replies curtly.

Prowl had systems of his own he needed to review. A bit more comprehensive a look over than limb joints. Having complete reconstructive surgery while he was apparently comatose left his internal readouts with any number of new systems.

Ones he preferred to be familiar with from a clinical standpoint.

Charming to the last, Prowl.

"Of course not. Please don't assume I would think that of you, anyway."

The response was just as dry, as if he were being forced to socialize if anything. Darn those morals and actually caring about Cybertronian life. He walks over though, noticing the build.

Not that he hadn't before, but this was the first good look he'd gotten.

"You appeared like that one morning. It was the strangest thing."

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