Prowl kept silent as Airstrike walked next to him, a confused look on her face plate. That made him wonder what exactly she was thinking about. But that wasn't his business, it was her personal life so he attempted to put his curiosity behind him....

But he was genuinely curious, and she had almost look flustered.

Was she thinking about someone else?! Or him?

Scoffing to himself, the mech shook away the ridiculous thoughts. But to his dismay, his scoff was audible, catching the attention of the airel bot next to him.

" Sir?" The femme questioned, turning her helm to face the mech as they walked. Catching him slightly off guard, the cop bot raised a confused optic.

" What?" He asked with a serious expression, his one optic filled with question.

" Well...." the airel bot continued. " You scoffed, I was just wondering why."

Prowl only shook his helm.

" It was nothing." The battle strategist replied, shifting his gaze to the ground. Turning a corner, Airstrike gave him a unconvinced look, but kept walking anyways. Several minutes later after walking in a uncomfortable silence, the two cytrobians reached Airstrike's energon supply.

Sitting down at the farther side of the room on a very uncomfortable slab of metal that he assumed was supposed to be a chair....or a stool. He really couldn't tell, to him, the wreck room looked more like a bar then anything, but not that it really matter.

As he waited for Airstrike to return, who had insisted that she retrieve the energon. Prowl watched as the femme grabbed two cubes of low grade. Giving her a quick glance up and down, he was surprised at how graceful her movements were, if it wasn't for her replaced arm, from a distance he would have more then likely mistaken her for some type of professional dancer, and not a higher ranked officer in the Autobot army-

He lightly shook his helm.

What was he thinking!? Did he just seriously check her out!? Like Jazz when they were in the academy?!?

" Sir?" A soft voice interrupted. Looking down, the mech noticed that Airstrike had already gotten the energon and has laid them on the table.

" Pardon me...I...zoned out." The white and black autobot explained. The orange and white femme shrugged and lifted the cube to her lips and slowly drank it down. The t.i.c watched her for several seconds then brought his own ration to his mouth to hide the fact that he may have been slightly gawking at her.

When he was done he set his cube down on the table, a soft clink echoed off the glass into the almost empty room.

" So, Lieutenant." The airel bot said, breaking the silence. " We've know each other for several weeks now, and the only thing I know about you is your name and rank, if you are fine with it, could you tell me a bit more about yourself?"  The femme inquired. The officer shot her a uncomfortable glance, causing the the femme to look down

" I'm, unless you don't want to..." she added. Feeling slightly...guilty? The mech shook his helm.

" No, its...fine, but only if you tell me your you." He replied with a hidden half smile. Airstrike gave him a small smirk and extended her servo.

" Deal."

The mech looked at her servo hesitantly before slowly extending his own. Gripping hers, he firmly shook it, but gave her an unsure look.

" What's the catch? No deal is made unless there's some type of catch." The bot said with a tone of suspicion. The airel bot chuckled softly.

" Are you always like this? " and asked humorously. " No Sir, there's no catch. Just two bots trying to get to know one another like normal cytrobians."

" This is what normal bots do?" The battle strategist asked.

" It seems no-one's ever taken the time to ask before."

" Jazz did, but that was before the academy."

" I've met Jazz. He's far from normal."

" That's a valid point." Prowl added, giving her a rare smile.

" You should do that more often."

Prowl tilted his helm in confusion at the last remark.

" Do what?"

Airstrike shook her helm and shrugged.

" Never mind. How about you start. Where on Cybertron are you from?"

Prowl nodded and almost sighed.

" I've lived in Icon most my life, with my brother Bluestreak and Smokescreen."

The femme gave a mildly surprised look.

" I worked with Bluestreak before....bots quite the sharp shooter. "

Prowl nodded again.

" Yes, he was thrilled to work with 'The Commander Airstrike ', you were somewhat of a legend among fliers."

Prowl could have sworn he saw her blush, but she waved her servo as if to keep going on about himself.

" Well....uh, when I was barely in my pre-spark years our parents vanished, leaving me to watch my two siblings. Thankfully Jazz and Ironhide were more then willing to help out, so it wasn't too much work providing. Before the war, I had already met Optimus, he was Orion then, but he already showed the traits of a leader, but moving on. When I was old enough, both Jazz and I attended the Elite Academy. "

" As did I " the femme interupted. " I had several classes with Jazz."

" And I'm assuming you were one of his may targets when it came to courting?" The t.i.c asked. Airstrike nodded.

" Unfortunately yes. He had the guts to ask twice."

Prowl almost laughed, knowing what his friend was like.

" Typical Jazz. " he added before.continuing. " Seeing what you went to the academy the same year I did, I remember that the war started just before graduation. Well, after that, I was thrown into battle Statistics, helping plan out small attacks nothing big. I was at that rank for around 40 years, and that's when the mech in charge was assassinated and I took his place, as head Battle Strategist. And When Orion became Optimus after Solus was murder,  and soon after that the war was taken to a small planet called earth, and well, that's been...an experience."

" What? Earth not a great planet?" The airel bot asked with a concerned expression

"'The organics that populate the planet are ungrateful beings, that are constantly.trying to kill us, after repeatedly saving them, its hard to find ones that we can trust."

" Understood, but being taken for granted is just part of being an autobot." Airstrike whispered, Prowl nodding in agreement.

" Oh....and sorry about your creators...that must have been hard." The femme added, placing her servo on the cop's. The mech only shrugged, not bothering to make her move her servo.

" I wouldn't be who I am if they were around. I'd probably would have gone soft."

The orange and white femme made a " hmmm " sound and offered him a smile.

" I guess I should keep my end of the deal."

~

Megatron was not pleased with the information that Soundwave had just informed him of. That bumbling moron lied. Growling, the war lord sent for his second in command. Within several minutes, the seeker appeared, his usual smug look on his face plate.

" Yes my Lord." The con said with a bow. Megatron frowned.

" Starscream. Soundwave just informed me that a certain Autobot signal came back online."

" Impossible!" The red seeker yelled. " I offlined Prowl!"

" But you didn't! " the Con leader hissed. " No matter! Soundwave has already taken care of it. His fellow Autobots will never pick up.his signal....but apparently I can't count on you....now leave!"

The seeker nodded and snarled as he stalked off.

No one made a fool of Starscream

No.one