Airstike felt frozen. Like she couldn't move. Just a second ago she was helping Prowl up, then the next he had her pinned to the wall and was kissing her...not that she was complaining, because she wasn't.

But apparently she hadn't moved the entire time, and yes like most females, she tensed up when he kissed her without her permission. Because of that he must have taken that as a " What the slag are you doing?" Signal. Slowly he pulled away, his normally expressionless face plate tinted blue.

" I-uh....Sorry...." he whispered, looking down while awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck cables with his servo.

Airstrike was still too shocked to move and stared blankly at the battle strategist, because nothing says " I think I like you " like by standing stiffly in fear.

" We should get going....." the mech mumbled, turning on his ped and continued their original mission and started down the hallway once more, but this time trying to ignore the thick and heavy awkward silence that hung in the air which wasn't there before.

Although the wasn't a long trip, the avoidance towards one another made it seem like a life time, becoming more and more uncomfortable as the minutes ticked by. Finally the two came upon a large door marked:

STORAGE in older cytrobian. Not unreadable, but something that was rarely used because of the war. Upon approach, Airstrike quickly walked past Prowl, who, even though he didn't know for sure where he was going, assumed leadership.

" This is it." She said quickly in a higher pitched voice the normal, reaching for a card to open the heavy metal door. But to her astonishment, it was already opened. Just enough for a mini bot or a animal to slip in.

" Uh...Sir....." the airel bot whispered, grabbing his attention.

His first response mentally was to correct her about his name, but hearing the worry in her voice....and that she pretty rejected him, he decided against it.

" What?" He questioned making his way to her side, he features as expressionless as ever....unlike several minutes ago.

" This was closed the last time I was here...." the flyer answered hushly.

" Its a old door." The mech added, not rudely, but more of a suggestion. The femme shook her helm and pointed at the floor.

"I haven't been down here in years. There's a thick layer of dust that settles after time. But look." She said, pointing with her digital . " The skid marks on the floor are new, as if someone just recently opened it...."

The white and black mech made a "hmmmm" sound, observing the marks on the floor. Looking once more at the door, the battle straight grabbed the edge of it and pushed it, grunting lightly from the strain, due to the weight of it. After several seconds, the automatic sensors on the door activated, sliding it the rest of the way with a satisfying " whoosh ".

Brushing off his now dusty servos, the mech walked into the ancient room, which from its wrecked condition, gave off that erie spooky feeling.

Coming being him, the airel bot entered as well, but a surprised look washed over her features as her optics focused on what she was looking at.

A mess was a underexaggerate term.

The room was destroyed.

Over turned tables, broken glass, smash equipment, dumped out bins, dusting data pads, and of course energon scattered all over the room. A murky smell flooded her olfactory sensors causing the cytrobian to gag.

" How can he act like the smell isn't bothering him?!" The bot thought when she noticed Prowl's unpassive expression like usual, who at the time was observing ons of the many out dated data pads. Sighing, the femme sat down and hung her helm between her legs.

What was happening to her?! Why did she feel so weird?! And who broke into this room!? From what she just saw, any and all security stuff was destroyed and beyond repair! As she pondered on these things, she failed to notice a certain mech sit down next to her, sitting stiffly and a " Not to sure what to do " look on his face plate. Clearing his voice box, Prowl gently tapped on her shoulder plating startling the airel bot.

" Airstrike? You ok?" He asked, using her designation. Even through her armor, he could feel the slight vibration of her cooling fans turning on under his servo. Sighing, he continued.

" Look about what happened....I apologize. I didn't even warn you. Something alien came over me.....and I-I uh-"

The feeling of two servos on the side of his helm cut him off. Not entirely against the will, the femme turned his helm to face her.

" Sir-Prowl.....you don't have to apologize...." she whispered, receiving a odd look from Prowl.

" I-I uh can't explain what happened....I just froze......I hope you didn't take that the wrong way...."

" Don't worry I did." The mech answered, prying a shy smile from the orange and white femme. Seeing her reaction caused the Third in command to show a rare emotion....

Happiness.

" Glad to see your keeping your part of the courtship agreement." She chuckled, running a thumb at the edge of his empty optic socket.

Prowl only hummed in response, enjoying the attention she was giving him. ( Don't judge him, he had like no friends) Hesitantly, Airstrike leaned forward, still holding the sides of his helm and placed a soft kiss on his derma, throwing all logical thoughts out the window.

Well...she would have if she had any logical thoughts....right now, her spark was acting as her processors went haywire.

Also what didn't help was that Prowl had wrapped one servo around her waist, and placing the other at the base of her neck pulling her closer; deepening the kiss.

The only thing that kept her from internally dying was the sound of the battle strategist trying to keep cooling fans off but failing, which she found adorable. Airstike felt herself sighing into the kiss. Never in a million years did she ever think this would have happened....literally.

Unexpectedly, she felt his denta applying pressure to her lower derma, causing her optics to online with surprise. Slowly Prowl broke the kiss, both taking a much needed vent. And she could have sworn she heard Prowl chuckle at her reaction.

" We should probably keep.trying to figure out who did this." He whispered, planting a kiss on her audio receptor. The airel bot just nodded mutely, not sure how to react.

WHAT WAS GOING ON WITH HER?! She was a feared commander in the Autobot Army!!!! Why was such simple actions making her act like a pre-sparkling!!??

~ else where on Thema

" WhY iS hIS FaCEPlaTe AgAinSt HERs?!?' The cyber canine asked watching the event from their newly stolen cameras.

" Its called love....deal with kid." The mini bot shot, shoving a servo of energon into his mouth as he watched the screens.

" CaN'T SpARkY! ThiS HaS tOo eND!"