First Page (Constructiprowl fic) Sneak Peak!!!
For the majority of the Autobots, Prowl is a cold, unfeeling drone. If he has any emotions he rarely shows them, and when he does— it’s shown through scowling or the abuse of defenseless tables.
Many would be hard pressed to find a bot on the Ark that held him in any warm regard. Prowl enjoyed his solitude when he could, and the parties he did ‘attend’ he was most often there to shut them down. Few took that as an invitation to invite him to more.
So, they were right— to an extent. Prowl had few bot’s in his life he could call friends or family— but those few he held close to his spark.
It was this he kept reminding himself, as he fought the growing urge to strangle Jazz. That— and the disappointed look he’d get from Optimus. Truly, Optimus had saved Jazz on more occasions than the spy would ever know.
“Come on Prowler! The mission was a success, no casualties, and we got the Intel we needed— no need to blow a fuse.”
“Blow a fuse? Blow a fuse!? You’re lucky my tacnet didn't short itself out from the stress it was put under!” Prowl gripped the edge of the table to ground himself, ignoring the way Jazz followed the movement. “I just don’t understand it! Time and time again you ignore my orders, putting yourself— and this time Bluestreak— into harms way.
It was nothing new, Prowl should have been used to Jazz ignoring his orders by now. He had even planned for it! But Jazz was anything but a predictable mech, as hard as he tried, Jazz would always surprise him, for better— or in this case, for worse.
“You know just as well as I that it was the right call.” Jazz visor glinted as he glared down at Prowl, “Besides, Blue is a grown mech, he can make his own decisions. He obviously trusted my judgment— more than you seem to.”
Prowl could hear the metal table underneath his digits groan as his grip tightened. “He nearly off-lined, because of you Jazz.”
“Yeah, and he didn't, because of me.”