Steelclamp noisely walked through the abandoned streets of Thema's space port, the smell of ash and decay filled the cyber dog's sensitive olfactory sensors, causing him to sneeze several times. The echo of the sound bounced off the walls of the empty buildings, adding to the erriness of the situation. Glancing to the side, the dog slowly made his way around the familiar streets of his sparkling hood.

Remembering into his early days, the silver cyber dog recalled the town's crazed mech, he might have been called Spark, or Sparky. Either way he was a small bot that did some weird stuff. He never really checked for survivors, especially not Sparky. That bot used many of his siblings as experiments, turning them into mutated organic hybrids, he was lucky to be alive.

But sadly, if any bot survived the valgs and rust plague it would have been Sparky. Huffing to himself, Steelclamp kept moving, spending the rest of the afternoon looking for the crazy mech's quarters.

After several groons, the dimly lit sun fall, as the three moons of Thema began to rise. Becoming exhausted, the cyber dog sat on his hunches, his dark gray glossa sticking out the side of his muzzle. He couldn't recall the last time he moved so much, and to make matters worse, he was on the verge of almost feeling hungry. Shifting into a laying down position, Steelclamp whinned softly. He missed his master, and he was too tired to move. Why was he doing this!?

At the verge of giving up, Steelclamp was about to get to his peds, when the falling of rocks caught his attention. Perking his audio receptors in alert, the silver bot scanned the area with his bright dark blue optics. Glancing around a few times, he would have missed the small bot, but his obnoxious humming gave his position away. At the same time, the small bot noticed him and yelped, taking off into a random direction. Being bigger and faster then the mech, Steelclamp easily caught up and knocked him over, pinning him down with a large paw and snarling viciously.

The bot held up his servos and screamed a threat. It wa hard to take him seriously, because he looked like a mini dull gray Rung, with a evil glint to his optics, and truthfully, no-one can take a four foot bot seriously.

Snarling again at the mech, the bot cowered in defeat.

" Ok ok! What do want?!" The mini con hissed.

Steelclamp glared and then nodded towards his master's.

" What?! Do you need my help or something? Geeze, I thought I was the only one here slag it." He mumbled. The cyber dog snarled again and repeated a similar action, and soon the bot got the idea somewhat.

" You want my help eh?"

The silver dog nodded.

" Release me and I will help." He said with a evil glint. The cytrobian pet only pressed his paw harder and the minicon screamed.

" don't worry won't do anything ok!!"

Nodding gruffly, the metal canine released the bot from the pressure of his paw, eyeing him suspiciously as he brushed himself off.

" What way to end the solar cycle." He grumbled then started to walk away. After several feet the mini bot paused and waved his servo.

" Well come on, it appears you haven't learned how to speak with your voice box, but I have sometimg to help.....now come."

Still suspicious, Steelclamp glared once more before hesitantly following him.

~

As the hours passed, Prowl worked on carving the energon cube he had snatched from supply room, using a scalpal to shape it. ( The scapal was a courtesy of the medical bay). Pleased with his work so far, he examined the energon that was forming into the shape of a cyber flower. A rare metallic plant that grows on cybertron. And having not done this in since hi academy days, he felt like it was turning out ok, even if it wasn't a crystal, energon in its soild state was a suitable replacement for such an activity.

Continuing his work, the mech started to add small detail in hopes of making it realistic. This beautiful piece he was making was going for the orange and white femme that couldn't seem to leave his processors.

Seeing that he didn't have any work too do, like most nights, the battle strategist found himself working late into the night and into the early parts of the morning.

When he finished it to his content, the cop bot placed the glowing piece of art on his make shift desk, which actually seemed to have been a desk before the crash. Pleased with his work, Prowl retreated to his berth and immediately was taken over by a peaceful recharge, something that he didn't have very often.

~

When the new morning came, Airstrike was woken up in a different way. Unlike most morning, where Steelclamp would nuzzle her awake, she was greeted by the tenor like voice of Prowl through their bond.

" Commander? Are you awake?"

Groaning tiredly the femme sat up on the edge of her berth, rubbing her optics, which were still heavy from recharge.

" I am now." She replied in a soft tone, stretching her sore limbs due to using most the night to find her still missing Cyber dog.

" My deepest apologies, but I request your presence at my quarters." He added.

Slightly puzzled at the request, the femme nodded

" Is everything all right?" She questioned, not beings able to sense anything through their bond. He had extreme control over his emotions, something she was still mastering.

" Yes, nothing is wrong Commander, but you are needed."

" Of course sir. When do you need me there?" She asked as she stood to her peds.

" As soon as possible. Preferably now."

And with that he stopped the conversation, as if purposely trying to keep her in suspense, and if he was, it was working.

Heading towards the door of her room, Airstrike passed a broken mirror that she had forgotten wad there and frowned at the image staring back at her.

The discoloration of her rebuilt arm clashed with with her orange and white frame. Also her broken wing which prohibited her from flying was a large optic sore and a scar on her chin and neck cables took away from the smoothness many femme's desired.

The airel bot shook her helm.

Why was she concerned with her looks?! That had never bothered her before! Pushing it all away, the femme exited her quarters and walked down the hall where Prowl was staying. When she reached his door, she paused, once more looking down at her arm that didn't match, closing het optics tightly, she knocked softly. She was slightly surprised that the door slid open before she finished, but stood at attention when she saw her Commanding officer, aka her bond mate.

When she glanced at him, her optics taking in all of the mech in front of her, she noticed a small hint of surprise in his optic as well.

" Ah, Commander Airstrike, you showed up....earlier then I expected." The mech said hushly. " Forgive me if I sound rude, but I thought you would have taken longer. At least my crew always does. On a good day we're normally a groon behind schedule."

The femme shot him a soft smile, knowing the feeling all too well.

" So...sir." the airel bot started. " Why did you ask to see me?"

The mech as always, had a expressionless look on his face plate, but started walking towards her. Clearing his voice box, he spoke up, in a smooth even voice.

" As you already know Commander, you and I have been spark bonded for over five deca-cycles." He said, his optic locked on hers.

" And due to circumstances, we were not able to follow out traditional Paraxian rituals that lead to spark bonding. So with your permission, I would like to start, as long as you allow."

Removing his servos from behind his spinal strut, which she hadn't even noticed, the battle strategist offered a beautifully carved cyber flower, something she hadn't seen in what seemed like another life time. Slowly she extended her own servo and gently held it, mesmerized by its beauty.

" I-uh...you did this for me?" The autobot femme whispers, tracing the detail with her digital.

" Yes." Prowl replied, in his usual athorative voice. Suddenly her own Praxian coding kicked in and she realized what this gift ment.

" Are you asking to court me?"