As Airstrike observed the destroyed room, Prowl sat in the corner deep in thought, and his slightly creepy staring into the abiss of nothing didn't help.

" What have I done?!' He scolded mentally.

" I wasn't following the Paraxian courtship coding!!! I-I was acting illogical! I was acting like Jazz!!!"

Internally panicking, Prowl found himself worrying over something, which he rarely did. He let emotions act instead of his processors, which normally ends in disaster! He couldn't act this way! He was Prowl! Third in Command! Head Battle Strategist!

" Stop beating yourself up over nothing Prowl " a voice interrupted, startling the t.i.c for a nano click.

" You have done nothing wrong. You simply acted with your spark, which is rare for bots like you and me." The obvious voice of Airstrike added with a soft chuckle.

" Now, stop worrying! I'm your spark mate for crying out loud! So get your backside over here and help me figure our what happened in here!"

With a mock salute, the battle strategist did as the femme commanded by leaving his spot and making his way to her side, which was his ideal stop anyways so he wasn't complaining.

After several groons of sluthing, the two came to a dead end. Small ped prints were located, but the trail led no where, which was odd, extremely odd indeed.

With a frustrated huff, the airel bot crossed her arms across her small chassis and glared crossly at the ground.

" This makes no sense....no slagging sense at t'all." She grumbled, referring to the ped prints, which had vanished without a trace. Tapping her ped impatiently, Airstrike scanned her surroundings. Everything about this room was odd. The smell, the lack of equipment, the condition....everything about it made her processors wave red flags. And although Prowl showed no expression, through their rarely used bond, she could sense his unsettlement as well, which may have been that he was unsettled because she herself was. But back to the case.

" Where is Nightbeat when you need him..." Prowl said under his voice as he slowly turned to leave the room. He wasn't giving up, but a dead end had come before them, and it was a waste of time to sit around and do nothing.

" Who's Nightbeat?" Airstrike asked, following closely behind the white and black mech, her servos brushing against his as they fell in pace.

Flustered at the simple gesture, Prowl had to use almost all of his will power to keep from turning blue. Yes it was ridiculous, but he couldn't help it, and that was slightly bothering. A power between two beings that was so strong, it was able to easily make them act rashly and out of character......and probably for the sole enjoyment of Primus himself. Taking a small vent after several nano clicks, the cop bot answered her question.

" Nightbeat was a fellow autobot who was really good at finding stuff out...a detective, something rare between our brethren.Although no-one would admit it, he was one of the best around."

" Hmmmm, he sounds helpful to have around. "The airel bot clicked humorously. " Tis a shame we're stranded here." She added as they excited the room, venturing once more through the narrow dark hallway. After several minutes Prowl stopped and recognized where they were, seeing that it was where he had..uhm....

" There are orange and white paint marks on the wall...." the femme said quietly, her tone giving away her blush hidden by the dark. The battle strategist didn't know how to respond to that so he simply nodded while making a odd noise in his throat. Of course as he walked off, tba idea that he should reinact that popped into his processors, but he quickly shook the thought away. He was Prowl! He had more self control then that! But as the two re-surfaced to the main bridge of the ship, he couldn't ignore the little nagging thought that he should have listened to his....illogical idea from earlier, because in all truths, after her kissed her, it never stopped replying in his processors, and was more then likely permanently imbeded into his memory chips....not like that was a bad thing.

When the two reached the hallway that led to the crew quarters, Airstrike quietly informed that she was departing to her room. With a quick farewell, Prowl watched her go, and in all suddeness, he felt the urge to protect her, and the t.i.c had a hunch that it would always be there.....

~ Elsewhere on Thema

Steelclamp paced angrily across Sparky's newly created watch room, after he had awkwardly explained what his master and Prowl were doing. Giving a shudder at the thought, the cyber dog tried to shake it away and gave a low growl.

" Yo Kid, its part of life. Bots meet, bots fall in love, bot spark bond and start a family." The small mech said simply, still munching on energon noiesly while Steelclamp huffed, then paused, turning a lighter shade of gray then his normal finish.

" dId YoU sAy StArT a FaMiLy?!?!? LIkE haVInG SpaKlInGS?'?"

" Uhhhh yeah. " The crazed bot replied. " I highly doubt their going to adopt scraplets " he added, giving a harsh chuckle as the metal canine started to hyperventalate.

" tHiS iS bAD ThIS is BaD thIS iS vERy VeRY veRy BaD!!!"the large dog gasped, his panic becoming much worse.

" SpARkY!! wE haVe tO dO sOmeThING!!!! FaSt!!"

Sparky only shrugged and hopped out of his chair, giving a long sigh.

" Welp, give me a day or two, I'll find a way to get rid of that pesky third in command for ya." He mumbled as he placed his servos on an ancient keep pad and started typing.

" Who's tHe ThIrD iN cOmMaNd? ANd oF WhAt?!"

Sparky gave another harsh laugh, and shook his helm humourously.

" Prowl kid. He's the third in command of the Autobot army. He's kinda important, which is why I'm assuming your master saved him....before falling in love and all that nasty scrap. So without him, their cause may fall, and guess what!? When the decepticons hear it was all because of me! I'll be sitting pretty in a large pile of credits!" He crackled; his typing increasing in speed.

Steelclamp only watched and sat down. HIS master was an autobot. Prowl was a autobot. If there is no Prowl, there might not be Autobots......so what would happen to his master?! With a sigh, the cyber dog laid down, thinking about the decisions he had made....perhaps they weren't all that well thought through....