TFA-The Bee and The Wolf 6 **OLD**

Prowl let out a silent scream of horror as he watched Bumblebee fall into stasis lock. He wasn't supposed to be here, Prowl thought, that was supposed to be Blurr or anyone, just not Bumblebee! He watched helpless and Megatron dropped Bumblebee in disgust and kicked him hard, causing him to fly through two nearby buildings.

"NO! BEE!" he screamed as he watched the yellow bug he loved so much sail through the air. Megatron turned back to him.

"Let THAT be a lesson to you Autobot scum!" he spat, "Mess with me, and I'll offline you in an instant!" With that, he called his men together and they left. Without pausing to think, Prowl transformed into his vehicle mode and sped off in the direction he'd watched Bumblebee go. It didn't take him long to find him. Transforming back into a robot he dashed to his side, some humans running away from the scene, others staring in shock. Prowl couldn't blame them, what he saw broke his spark. Bumblebee was lying motionless, optics off, covered in oil and energon. Skidding to a halt, he crouched next to Bee and lifted him in his arms.

"Bee?" he asked fearfully, shaking him to try and wake him up, "Wake up! Come on Bee. For Primus sake Bee get up! Bee this isn't funny, turn on your optics!" Prowl could feel the tears of oil streaming down his face. How could he have been so recklessly stupid? He'd done this! He was the one who got Bee into this state! And now…was he lost from him forever? Seeing his usually bright yellow amour tint grey strengthened Prowl's resolve, he could NOT let Bumblebee go offline!

"Ratchet, Prime?" he said urgently through his communicator.

<<Prowl, don't worry>> Prime said, with the sound of a speeding engine in the background, <<We're almost there>>

"Hurry please!" he said, his voice becoming hysterical as Bumblebee's armour became slightly duller, "Bumblebee's hurt, really badly."

<<What?!>> Blurr snapped, <<That can't be! I told him to stay at base>>

"Well he obviously came anyway!" Prowl snapped back, his voice full of venom, "Because he's right here, dying infront of me, so could you slagging hurry up?!"

<<Its Okay kid>> Ratchet said, the sound of four engines accelerating in the background, though he to sounded worried, <<We're not far away>>

With that Prowl disconnected and turned back to Bumblebee. Bee was already turning a light grey colour, and although Prowl was no expert, he was sure he could feel Bumblebee's spark slowly fading through his cassis.

"Bumblebee if you can hear me, listen to what I'm telling you," he said desperately, clutching the small bot closer, "You can't go offline. You must not go offline. Your brave Bumblebee, and strong, now you have to prove it to the others by showing them you can live. If not for them, then please live for me." He held the bot even closer, whispering in his audios, "I love you." But Bumblebee gave no sign that he's heard, but Prowl could have sworn he felt the spark grow a little stronger, and some of the colour come back to his armour. Just then he heard the sound of squealing tyres as an ice blue race car screeched round the corner, followed by a red and white ambulance, a fire truck and a green van. Prowl sighed with relief. His team mates were here atlast. Blurr instantly transformed into a robot ran over to him, Ratchet just behind him. Blurr knocked Prowl out of the way and took Bumblebee from him.

"Bee?" he said clutching the small bot desperately, "Bee tell me you're Okay. Wake up!"

"Of course he's not slagging Okay!" Prowl snapped angrily, how dare Blurr take Bumblebee off him!

"Enough!" Ratchet said angrily, taking Bumblebee of Blurr, "Will you two shut up and get out of my way. Bumblebee isn't a toy, and he needs help." Ratchet laid Bumblebee down gently, ignoring Blurr's glare. Prowl watched fretfully, determined to stay, but not get in Ratchet's way.

"What's his status Ratchet?" Prime asked, coming up behind Blurr, Bulkhead at his side.

"Bad," Ratchet sighed, "Very bad. There's a lot of damage, I'm going to need Sari's key. But I don't even think that will help him much now. Someone needs to get Sari, Blurr you'd be the quickest."

"I want to stay with Bumblebee," he pouted,

"Yeah, well you'll do him more good by getting this key!" Ratchet snapped, "Or would you prefer to watch him go offline right now?" Blurr instantly leapt to his feet and raced off. Is he really that bad off? Prowl wondered worriedly, and judging by the look in Ratchet's optics, he was.

"Prowl, help me load him up," Ratchet continued, "We need to get him back, stat." Prowl nodded and quickly picked up Bee as Ratchet transformed into an ambulance. Gently settling him inside, he gave him a look of longing before transforming himself and racing back to base, with Ratchet at his side, Prime leading and Bulkhead behind. They arrived back quickly, though it seemed to take forever to Prowl. Ratchet instantly got Prowl to help unload him and take him into the Med bay, before he sent him out so he could work in peace. Although Prowl really didn't want to leave, he made himself go by telling himself it was for the best. But the idea of the next time he saw him, he'd be grey, cold and lifeless made him shudder with horror. He closed the door and slid down the wall to slump to the floor. Not long after, Blurr arrived, Sari in his hand, the key in the other. He put Sari down and pushed into the med bay, coming out quickly. He looked slightly annoyed.

"I'm going…to get some…hot chocolate," Sari said, hiccupping through the tears, "I'll be…back in…a minute."

"Why wouldn't he let me stay with Bee?" Blurr demanded pacing frustratedly.

"Because you'd get in the way," Prowl said, his head in his arms, rested on his knees, "Bumblebee's really badly hurt, Ratchet needs all the space he can get, and he needs to concentrate."

"Iwouldn'tgetintheway!" Blurr snapped, forgetting to slow down, "Youjustdon'tcareatallthathemightgooffline,doyou?!"

"Of course I do!" Prowl snapped back, lifting his head.

"Its your fault he's like this!" Blurr growled, sizing him up, "You're the one that called us there!"

"No," Prowl hissed, although he knew it was true, he wasn't about to admit that to Blurr, "It's YOUR fault! You should've let him come! Then he would have been with you guys, not stuck here and left to plan on his own!"

"I was just trying to protect him," Blurr retorted, "Which you obviously failed at because you let him get beat up that bad!" Prowl clenched his fist, why did he have to be so right?

"I knew it!" Blurr shouted, pointing at him, "You didn't even try did you? You just let him get beat up! That's because your weak, and you don't deserve him! He'll never talk to you again, if he lives through this, and if he doesn't, it will be all your fault!" With that Blurr stormed off. Now there was no one there to see them, he let the tears fall. He would never admit how much Blurr's words had just hurt him, his pride wouldn't allow it, but hurt him they did. It hurt, because he was right. He had just let Megatron beat him before his eyes, he hadn't tried to help him, he was weak, if Bumblebee did live through this, he would never talk to him again. But what was worse, he knew Blurr was right, he didn't deserve Bumblebee. Not one bit. Mentally punishing himself, he sat there, sobbing silently into his arms. In his mind he saw Bumblebee, grey, offline, never to see the laughter in his optics again. Never to see them glow the way they did. Never see his armour glow in the sunlight, making him look like an angel. Never again. And no matter how much he tried, he couldn't make the images go away. It seemed like stellar cycles before Ratchet came out of the med-bay. He looked tired, and his optics were full of sadness. Please, oh Primus please don't let him say Bee's offline, Prowl thought in a panic, leaping to his feet.

"Is he Okay?" he demanded, not caring if Ratchet noticed he'd been crying. Ratchet sighed.

"He's stable," he said, "I can't promise anything Prowl. But he's fighting." Prowl nodded, and although he tried not to let it, a seed of hope began to grow in his spark.

"Can I see him?" he asked. He knew he didn't deserve to see him, but he had to reassure himself he was online. He'd never believe it until he saw it with his own optics.

"Yes, of course," Ratchet said nodding, "Just be careful with him Prowl. His body can't take any man-handling right now." Nodding, Prowl pushed into the med-bay, and to his surprise, Ratchet followed him in. Did he not trust him? But all thoughts of Ratchet left him when he saw Bumblebee. He was lying still on the berth, his optics offline, wired up to machines to stop him going offline. He wanted to cry aloud with grief. This wasn't right! He ran other to the berth and it took all the self control he could muster not to pick him up and hold him close like he so badly craved to. Sitting down beside him, he held his servo in his own, gently kissing it before setting it down again. He looked at him carefully, looking for any signs of…well…anything! But he just slept on, deep in stasis lock, his servo's cold. He couldn't help it; he broke down again, oily tears falling from his optics. He felt a servo lay on his shoulder. He looked up to see Ratchet watching him, his eyes glowing with sympathy. I don't deserve his pity, he thought, angry with himself, I don't even deserve to be her. He'd offline me if he knew the truth.

"I don't deserve any of this Ratchet," he choked out, "I don't deserve your sympathy. I'm the one who did this to him." Ratchet shock his head.

"No, this was the 'Cons," he said sighing, "There was nothing you could have done Prowl."

"But it was my fault!" he growled, letting go of Bumblebee's servo, "I brought the Decepticons there! I lured them out so they'd destroy the city. I…I wanted…" But he couldn't finish. How could he? How could he have been so stupid?!

"Its Okay Prowl," Ratchet said quietly, "He'll forgive you. Everybot makes mistakes Prowl."

"Not ones like this," he said shutting off his optics, "Not ones that almost offline the ones they love." Ratchet shut his optics and walked out.

"I'm going to tell the others," he said numbly, "You have a while alone. But not long." With that he walked out, muttering so quietly, even Prowl couldn't hear him.

"Oh Prowl, you have no idea…"