Soundwave watched his monitor carefully as he skillfully tapped his digitals on the panel below. At the time, he was attempting to spike the power source of the ship the Autobot Prowl was located. Already the communication specialist had already pinpointed his location, who else was with him, and blocked his signal so the other autobots couldn't pick up on his readings. From what he learned, The autobot's third in command was stranded on a off limits planet called Thema.

Thema was once a huge import for energon, which homed a small space port before the war. But once traders accidentally lost their cargo of energy consuming beast, the entire population there was wiped out, and the beats, known as Vlags, breed quickly and inhabited the planet as their own. The last know ventures to Thema was one last attempt to collect energon. But the ship's crew mysteriously developed the rust plague and the few survivors tried to escape, but a pack if vlags has drained their ship of its powers, causing it to crash leaving no survivors.

But what confused the con was the Autobot signals he was picking up. The monitor showed a rough map of the crashed ship, locating the cytrobians. Not unusual the first dot on the screen indicated Prowl, who was located in one of the crew's quarters. But the odd part was, for the second bot two identity files showed up the first being:

Faction: Autobot

Identification: Airstrike

Occupation: Commanding officer of the Airel bots, extremely dangerous, kill if ever encountered.

Ect: M.I.A

And that wasn't a surprise, he sent him there himself, but never bothered to make sure he died, but was strange was the next one that showed up.

Faction: unknown

Identification: This information is unavailable

Occupation: student and officer in training for the Icon Air force.

Ect: Her creators where victim to a gas leak, constant check up must occur to assure processes weren't damaged/Offlined

This was one of them few times Soundwave found himself confused. Did this mean the mysterious femme and Commander Airstike were the same? This was defiantly something he needed to look into, although the results would end the same; two less Autobots in the war.

~

Jazz wasn't feeling like his normal self. He couldn't tell exactly what he was feeling. Part of him was bursting with happiness, Starblaster had found her twin, the love of his life Novastorm, and filled his spark with unwavering happiness, but....something was off about her. Her twin had found her almost offlined in a human lab, and she had a strange qurik about her, as if she had a split personality. One moment she would be her sweet bubbly self then the next, proclaiming to be a evil force called Error.

The visored mech sighed, he wished Prowl were around. Perhaps he would know what to do. In all truths he was beginning to give up on Prowl. Unlike the situation with Nova, Prowl readings couldn't be found, like they could with the blue femme.

" He's not gone you slag helm!" The mech scolded himself harshly. " Ya know Prowl and he always beats da odds!!"

And it was true. Many a time his friend had survived improbable circumstances, so he shouldn't let go of the idea that the cop bot was still hanging on.

But that hope he had was still fading, the more bots that gave up, the harder it wad to believe he was still online. Watching both Prowl's brothers accept their older brothers fate was enough to break a wrecker, and as far as he knew, the only ones that hopped he was alive was; himself, Prime, Ratchet, Ironhide and surprisingly his team, even though the twins.excuse was that Perceptor wasn't any fun to prank, so they NEEDED Prowl back. But as the solar cycles past, Jazz found it hard to grasp that his best friend was still alive.

~

Once again Steelclamp was furious. The previous solar cycle he witnessed the white mech pretty much tackle HIS master!? It was so disgusting! He felt like shredding the mech's voice box and leaving him for those gray blind monsters but no!! She seemed smitten by him! He could tell by the way HIS master looked at him, a hidden fondness shown in her optics, and his plan about turning him against her would probably have to be scrapped! Just by the way be acted around her he could tell a similar fondness was blooming, although it was well hidden on his part.

And if course, this made the cyber dog mad. He couldn't think of a way to rid himself of the pesky mech, who was at the time, under a control panel with Airstike, in hopes that they could reactivate the control systems and maybe send a distress signal.

Huffing to himself, the femme's.pet stood to his peds and walked off, glaring at a random wall as he left. After several seconds, he was a little hurt that HIS master didn't recognize his absence, but he blamed that all on Prowl, who for sure needed to leave....

Perhaps he just needed a new plan....

~

Airstrike watched contently as the mech next to her explained the functions of each wire connected to the panel that they were trying to repair. Although she knew what they did, she silently listened, nodding when Prowl asked if she understood. She didn't inform him that she had already read ship's manual.....twice, but let him explain. He seemed comfortable doing this, although his face plate showed no emotion, she could visibly see that his frame was much more relaxed then it had been previously, and that suited him.

After almost a groon of working, Prowl's optic ridge furrowed in concern and paused his work.

" How small are your servos?" He asked, turning his helm to face her. Before she could answer him, the battle strategist laid on his side and grabbed her wrist and held her gray servo against his white one. Gaping at him slightly as he compared the size difference, Airstrike silently thanked primus that she was able to refrain from blushing.

Seeing that her servo was slimer and several inches smaller, the mech released his grip and nodded sharply.

" That will work...." he whispered more to himself. Noticing the airel bot's slightly puzzled look, Prowl started to explain his actions.

" For all this to work, the W-q wire that powers the panel needs to connect to input, but-"

Airstrike cut him off and future explained.

" The wire is too small and the passage is too narrow for your servo, so I need to reach in there and pretty much hot wire the two together. Am I correct sir?"

Prowl gave her a small smirk and watched as her limb vanished into the clutter of multi colored wires and metal.

" You knew exactly what I was doing the entire time." He stated, propping his elbow on the ground and resting her chin on his free servo. The emme grinned at him and nodded as she blindly tried to connect the wires.

" Yes, I did. I've been here a while, so I've had time to read the ship's emergency manual, when did you?"

The cop bot rolled his optics and gave her a ghost of a smile.

" You practically had me glued to a berth for almost a deca-cycle, so I had some time on my servos" he replied. The orange and white femme hummed in acknowledgment at his statement and reached her servo in farther, her limb disappearing to her shoulder. After a breem of extreme silence and concentration, a loud zap sound filled the room and a yellow flashed sparked from under the panel.

Airstrike's optics widened and Prowl could visibly see her clench her denta in pain. About to demand that she remove her servo, he stopped himself when the panel began to hum with life, not powerfully, but still it was a small success. When the autobot flyer noticed this, she swiftly removed her arm from the panel and shook her servo, as if trying to shake away the pain. Watching her, the battle strategist grabbed her wrist for the second time that day and brought her servo closer to his functioning optic.

Her gray armor now had a two foot long burn Mark that started at her palm and ended just after her wrist. With his digital, he gently rubbed it, ignoring her surprised expression.

" Prowl I-I uh its-" she stuttered, but stopped dead in her sentence when the third in command brought her palm to his derma and placed a light kiss on her newly received injury. She just froze. She couldn't think straight, or at all, she just stared.

" Its just a flesh wound.." he murdered softly. " I you'll live."

Saying thus, he released her wrist and pushed himself from under the panel and into a standing position.

"Come, lets make sure this didn't change the normal supply of energon." The t.i.c announced, making his way to the exit. Airstrike nodded silently and followed the bot in front of her, the current event replaying over and over in her memory chips.

A/N

Awwww finally some. Airstrike x Prowl ! Thanks.for reading!

~ Sheik1998