You sat quietly in the corner, avoiding as much of, well, everything, as you could. Bumblebee was playing some wired video game again.

The yellow mech had the volume at tops and was shrieking at it as he played, complaining about not being able to get past some helicopters in the game and whatnot.

You hissed quietly, not enjoying the noise one bit.

Bumblebee looked over his shoulder. "Come on, (Y/n), live a little! Books are bor-ing!"

You gave up and walked away, keeping your nose in the book as you did so.

"No," you said blandly as you walked past the TV. You paused your movement, and walked backwards towards the TV. Reaching your arm out while reading, you pulled the TV plug out, effectively shutting down the screen. As a bonus, he didn't save, so all of Bumblebee's progress was deleted.

"Aww come on!" He whined.
You shook your head. Bumblebee groaned.

With your eyes trained on the book still, you made your way to the doors. Some outside time would do you good after being cooped up for a few hours with whining beings.

Pushing the handle down, you opened the doors, revealing the busy city of Detroit. Growling, you wandered away from the streets and sidewalks and to the park, which were filled with busy people.

Your shoes, a pair of sneakers you owned, bent the lush green grass beneath them. A football entered the side of your vision. Not even looking up, you caught the football mid-air and tossed it into the nearby pond.

"Yo, yo, what was that for?" Sassed a boy, most likely mid-high school, probably 10th grade.

"Hmm?" You asked, annoyed. You lifted your eyes off of your book for once. A bored look settled on your face.

"He asked what was that for!" Yelled another boy, presumably one of his buddies. "Throwing our football in that pond was totally uncalled for!"

An eyebrow raised, you asked, "Oh but it was, you see." The boys looked at you like you were crazy. "You see, your carelessness would have resulted in a possible injury had I not removed the source of danger."

Both boys now had a WTF look on their face. They acted as if you were speaking Turkish with an Italian accent.

"Just go get the ball. She ain't worth it, little freak." The boy waved his hand and they all went off.

A large tree, possible Oak or maybe some Maple, came into sight as you rounded the corner.

You finished your sentence, put your bookmark on your page, and looked up. A large branch hung right out of your reach.

Putting the book in your mouth, you crouched and jumped. Your hand barley caught the edge of the branch, but it was enough to hoist yourself up.

Settling into your new spot, you pulled your book out, lent against the tree, and you began to read once more.

You felt your lip bend up into a smile.

"Yes!" You whisper-yelled to yourself.

"Oldest trick in the book!" The Chihuahua chuckled. "He'll be alright, by the way," Pookie said, glancing over at the big cat lying immobile in the sand. "I thought about what you said. That your are Castor and not a monster. Pookie isn't a monster, either. I didn't give him enough poison to kill-"

In the next moment, Laringo's eyes snapped open, and his last surge of strength sent his tail snapping like a thick whip, and the full force of it smashed into Pookie before Laringo's shuddered to the ground unconscious. The crowd gasped, and before Castor could even tell what was happening, he heard a girl's heartbroken wail slice through the silence of the stadium: "Pookie!"

The previous smile that had been residing on your face fell.

"No," you whined. "Not Pookie." The tree leaves next to you rustled, snapping you out of your trance.

Snapping your head to the side, you came face-to-face to Prowl. More like his visor, but point made.

It was starting to get dark now. You had lost track of time reading your book.

"Hiya Prowl!" You chirped to the Ninja-bot who was now sitting beside you.

"Hello (Y/n)," Prowl responded. He tipped his helm in question, looking at your book. "May I as what that is?"

You nodded. "This? Oh, that's my book."

The 'bot nodded his helm in understanding. "What is it about?" Prowl asked curiously.

"A dog named Castor ends up getting captured and injected with a serum that made him grow eagle wings. He has to fight in an area against other mutated animals for the entertainment of the humans. It's mainly about him trying to get back to his pack and brother but ends up forming a new pack in the laboratory with some of the other mutated animals. It's a good book."

Prowl hummed at this. "Maybe I'll read it sometime."

"You should," you encouraged. "But you seem like a Lasky person. You'd like those books more I would think." Prowl nodded. "Especially Guardians of Ga'Hoole. You'd like those a lot. Or Kate O'Hearn. You'd like the Pegasus series. It's kinda like you guys- Gods from a different dimension come and get stuck on Earth and Emily is trying to protect them from the CRU."

Both you and the Autobot looked up when you felt something wet splash against your faces. It had began to rain while you were talking.

"I'm getting out of the tree," you said, hopping out. "You should too. Lightning tends to strike trees, and last time I checked, lightning and giant alien metal robots don't mix all that well."

Prowl nodded and jumped down, landing beside you.

"Get on," he said, transforming. "It'll be safer to talk back at base."

"Agreed," you said. Pulling your sweatshirt hood over your head and tucking your hardcover book beneath it, you hopped on the black and golden motorcycle.

The two of you, well, more like Prowl, you just clung on for dear life, drove through the streets and back to the base.

The two of you arrived back at base drenched. Your shoes were soggy, and your sweatshirt was thoroughly soaked.

The moment you got to Prowls room, you took off your shoes and put them right by the door to dry out. Unzipping your sweatshirt, you hung that up on an abandoned chair. You sighed in relief when you saw that your book was undamaged and not wet.

You had never been in Prowl's room before, let alone any of the 'bots' rooms. You were just never one to poke your nose where it didn't belong. Normally, at least.

Looking around, you observed the Ninja-bot's room.

It had a large and healthy tree growing in the middle that shot up through the roof. The room was fairly organized and free of dust. You even noticed a cute 'Always Keep Your Chin Up' poster with a dog hanging on a branch while leaning it's head on the top of the said branch.

"Daw, cute poster," you commented openly. Prowl looked down, embarrassed.

"Thank you," he said quietly.

You pulled your book out and continued to read.

Now that's brave, Castor thought. As the panicked Whistlers scattered and the stands emptied out, he nodded a thanks to his valiant friend. Then Castor, the Unnatural bird-dog, turned, barked, and jumped toward his freedom.

You smiled at the ending. Though you were sad that you had left the sequel back at your house.

Looking over your shoulder, you saw Prowl quietly meditating in the middle of the room. He was trying to, at least. The black and gold 'bot looked like he had something troubling him.

You sighed loudly. "Alright Prowl, what's the problem?" You asked, walking towards the sitting Cybertronian.

Prowl perked up, like snapping out of a trance. "Hmm? Oh, nothing," he replied. Your face said 'I'm so not buying that' crystal clear as day.

Prowl sighed. "I just have a feeling that something bad is going to happen." Nodding in understanding, you patted his leg plating in reassurance.

"Trust your gut but don't focus on it. " He tipped his head in confusion. "Don't worry about the future. It'll be fine. Live in the present."

"Very true words spoke
(Y/n)," Prowl agreed. He raised his servos, hesitantly almost, and picked you up. The Ninja-bot set you down gently on his leg. You looked up at him, flashing him a quick smile.

You moved quickly, remembering something. You dug around in your still-wet pockets for a moment, searching for something. You had found what you were after. Fishing it out, you pulled out your 'old-school' MP3 player.

You caught Prowl's yet again confused expression. "MP3 player," you explained. "Music. Have you ever heard 'Everdream'?" You asked him. He shook his helm no. Sticking your hands back into your pockets, you fished out your earbuds.

You motioned with your hands to Prowl for him to bring his helm down. Instead, his put you on his shoulder. You were incredibly short, even for your age, so it was no big issue.

Pulling up the instrumental, you held an earbud next to his audio receptor. Tap. Pressing the play button in the middle, the music began to play.

A smile graced his faceplates as the song began. An ungodly screech broke the soothing music though. You looked at Prowl, and he looked at you. You two knew who it had come from.

As quickly as it had happened, it had stopped, and the music continued to play on. After eight and a half minutes, the song finished. You were nearly asleep by the time it had finished.

Gently plucking you off of his shoulder, he cradled you into his chassis. It didn't take long for you to go out like a light while listening to Prowl's rhythmic sparkbeat.

Bumblebee suddenly stuck his helm in and yelled: "Having fun watching the grass grow?" as loud as he could. Prowl looked ready to blow a gasket. Woken up by the insult, you raised your hand drowsily.

"Let him be, he's not worth your's or my time Prowl," you spoke sleepily. Bumblebee had left, and thankfully, had shut the door behind him.

Looking up at him, you noticed Prowl's visor was crooked. Standing up, you put your hands on it and corrected the lopsided visor.

Prowl smiled at you. You smiled right back and leaned against his faceplate.

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You woke up that morning to an instrumental of sorts. You saw Prowl had his optics offlined and was smiling as he listened to the song.

Once it was over you looked at the Autobot.

"..."

"..."

"Was that 'Love is Blue' Paul Mauriat?" You finally asked.

Prowl fake glared at you playfully. "You heard nothing," he said with a cheekiness to it you had never heard before.

"Whatever you say Prowl, whatever you say."

I do not own any authors or books mentions or used. The book used is Unnaturals by Hughes.