" I'm going to bond." She told herself. Looking at her own spark chamber, she reached in to take a shard and give it to Prowl. But she paused. And wasn't ready to devote herself, her life to a mech she didn't know. Sure he was the third. In .command, and he wasn't ugly...at all. But, she wanted to meet a mech, get to know him, be courted like a real Paraixan, and have a normal relationship.

But her doubts were thrown into the wind when the mech completely flatlined. The obnoxious beep of the machine kept screaming at her that she had failed, that and as a autobot willingly let the Third in Command, Optimus head Battle Strategist, die, because of her own selfish wants. Her creators would be so disappointed.

" You are not dying today!" The femme declared stubbornly. Putting any and all thoughts behind her, the orange and white femme bent over and took a small fraction of his pretty much gray spark. She didn't have to to examine it, like couples did at traditional spark bonding ceremonies, which normally took several hours even days. But she had heard from some of her friends that it was painless. So without hesitation, she reached her servo into her own spark chamber and snapped a part off.

The bot hissed in pain. The sensation that someone was beating you senseless filled her entire frame.

" Elita is a liar." She gasped, but ignored her body's plea to fall over. Someone's life was at risk, she didn't have time to tend to herself. Holding her and Prowl's spark pieces, the femme placed her bright and glowing sliver in his deathly gray chamber. Bending over the mech, she whispered a traditional praxian saying in old cytrobian.

Although unconscious and at the point of death, she leaned next to his helm and said softly;

" We are one."

And as fast as she could the femme placed his dull and dying spark on her own, creating a almost unbreakable bond. The bot felt her systems shut down momentarily, due to the lack of power from her....mates spark. But it dwindled as fast as it came, and only caused her to stumbled but the bot easily caught herself. Shaking her now pounding helm, the femme was tempted to turn off the spark monitor so that the obnoxious beeping would silence, but decided not to, she needed to know when the commander came back online. But he didn't.

A alien emotion flooded through the femme as she realized his fate.

Grief?

She hadn't even been bonded to him for ten minutes, yet the death of this stranger already seemed like a unbearable fact to accept.

" Not on my watch." The femme hissed painfully. Although still in agonizing pain from her latest activity, she shoved them all away and grabbed a spark starter from off the wall and rubbed the two devices together. In doing this, powerful surges of energy passed from one to the other, the blue light reflected off the mech's gray armor, giving her a glare. But that didn't bother her, the autobot planted the starters next to his spark. Prowl's frame jolted upwards from the impact, but the monitor was still at flatline. The femme growled stubbornly and repeated the process again...and again and again. She gave up. She had lost him. In anger the bot threw the starters down violently on the mech's chassis.

" No. " she hissed angrily. Once more she had failed. Or she thought she did. The annoying sound of the flat line had changed to a slow but gradually increasing beep and the mech's white color was slowly spreading through his frame, erasing the nasty gray that had been there moments before. The autobot femme sighed in relief and allowed herself to collapse to the floor from the pain she had been holding back. Leaning her helm against the wall that was next to the berth, she let out a small chuckle and gave a tired smile.

This caught the attention.of Steelclamp.Seeing his master on the ground, the cyber dog got up, stretched spinal struts and his trotted over to her at a even gait. The four legged bot stopped to sit on the cytrobian's lap, wagging his talk happily. The femme made a exhausted " oof " sound, but patted her pet fondly.

" Well Steelclamp." The autobot said tiredly to her cyber dog. " Now that we've fixed his spark, we can move on to his helm and midsection."

The pet only looked at her with bright blue optics and nuzzled her cheek with his snout. The femme chuckled and rubbed his helm behind his large audio receptors that stood straight up.

" Yeah yeah....I noticed, your feeling neglected." She said humorously. " But I have work to do."

The white and orange bot slowly got to her peds, groaning in pain. When she looked at the mech, the realization of the situation hit her. Not only was she bonded to him, but he to her. Out if her own willingness she did this, but he....he wasn't given a choice and she couldn't ask, rebooting him systems would have been fatal. But it was the only logical way to save him, and from what she had heard about him, he would understand. Shaking her helm, the femme pushed away those thoughts. He wasn't in the clear zone yet. Every last one of the injuries he received, could be life threatening if she didn't do anything soon. Rubbing her helm stressfully, she retrieved the necessary tools and started to work on him.

Time skip

78 hours later, the femme was slagged tired. Prowl was now stabilized and the steady beep of the spark monitor proved that. But operating on him was no easy task. After she had bonded, she started working on the wound on his helm. About halfway through that his systems began to fail, and she realized his spark casing had completely melted away from the shot. So repairing the melted circuits and such, took a great amount time. To her surprise, his helm proved to he a easy fix. Although it was serious, the blast had missed his processors but gave a nasty wound, the patching was quick and simple but he lost the optic. There was nothing she could so. His midsection proved to be more difficult. A major energon line had been fried into a crisp, shutting it of was easy. But she had no spare, so she used her own, which was both painful and awkward. But it paid off. He was stabilized, the 3rd
I.C would live. And if she hadn't bonded he would have offlined. His spark couldn't have circulated the energy without the aid of another. And that was her. Exhausted she leaned against the wall and slowly slid to ground.

" Primus I need a good long recharge." She mumured exhaustedly. Signing, she offlined her optics and readily welcomed sleep.