In Which There is a Title and It is Glorious

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Title: In Which There is a Title and It is Glorious
Series: Gee-wun
*Table(s): Emotion
Prompt: 9. Love
Rating: PG-13
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Red Alert/Prowl, Hoist
Word Count: 984
Summary: Red Alert reminisces about how he and Prowl first met, and is sort of a creeper. Prowl just does his thing and creeps out Hoist with Red Alert’s creepiness.
Disclaimer: Don’t own this, sorry guys.
Notes: I didn’t have a title. So I got sassy. :P

Prowl knew it was going to be one of “those days” when he was woken from recharge by Red Alert rolling onto one of his sensor panels. He jerked himself free with a yelp and glared down at the other mech. Fragger hadn’t even woken up. When they had first gotten together, Prowl had assumed that Red Alert was always vigilant and thus would be a light sleeper. He had spent a few months tip-toeing around the recharging Red Alert before realizing that the mech “slept like a rock”, as the humans would say, when Prowl tripped over the table one evening and spilled data pads everywhere.

Resigning himself to the fact that going back to recharge was not an option, Prowl blearily walked into the washrack. He sighed happily as he turned on the solvent and reached to grab a washcloth. He froze when he caught sight of his sensor wing in the mirror. It was dented with a very clear impression of Red Alert’s aft. Prowl looked at it in disbelief. The frag had Red Alert been doing in his recharge?

Prowl turned off the solvent and stalked out of the washrack, cursing to himself. He left a note to Red Alert saying he had left early, because if the red and white mech woke up without Prowl next to him he had a tendency to fritz and sound the alarm. Slamming down his stylus, Prowl opened the door and his faceplates received a merry morning greeting in the form of several gallons of paint.

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After the sound of Prowl’s screams of rage had vanished down the hall, Red Alert deemed it safe enough to stop pretending he was recharging. He had snuck into the room a few breems ago, and had thought he had given himself away when he had flopped directly on top of one of Prowl’s sensor panels. Thankfully, Prowl was not very observant when he was in excruciating pain. Red Alert pulled a datapad from subspace. He had spent all night sneakily gathering the necessary materials the article said was needed to “Bring the Romance Back” into his relationship with Prowl. Red Alert let out a dreamy sigh. His first meeting with Prowl had been so romantic!

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“…and that’s when I met Red Alert,” Prowl told Hoist over energon in the rec room. Seeing as Hoist had helped him scrub the paint off his face and fixed the dent in Prowl’s sensor panel, the least Prowl could do was recite the story of how Prowl and Red Alert had first met.

“You met him at a funeral,” Hoist said, his face a picture of disbelief. Prowl nodded.

“It was at the funeral of Sentinel Prime, we both worked for him back then. I helped him run security. It was boring, to say the least.”

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Oh, Prowl’s skill at operating security equipment! Red Alert could remember the grace, the sheer precision with which he calibrated those cameras! And Prowl had barely been able to contain himself around him, and saw him every day! He felt like swooning simply from the memories!

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“I hadn’t noticed anything particular about Red Alert that day. But after that I saw him everywhere,” Prowl said, finishing off his cube and deciding that today was a two-cuber. He picked up the second cube he had just happened to have accidentally filled.

“Did you two get assigned to the same base?” Hoist asked.

“No, we were at bases several hundred miles from each other.”

“But…you still saw him at your base every day.”

“Yep.”

“…..?”

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Of course, the interfacing had been just as amazing as Red Alert thought it would be! Prowl never disappointed! He was soooooo romantic! He happily skipped out of their quarters and walked to the security room. He needed to fetch some supplies for…tonight.

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“I’d think that Red Alert would be boring in the berth, no offense Prowl,” Hoist said, starting to feel a little creeped out about Prowl and Red Alert’s relationship. Maybe if he pissed the SIC off, he’d stop talking to him and leave so that Hoist could cringe and make gagging noises.

“Not really. Red Alert is…interesting.” Prowl sat back thoughtfully, the memory of their first interface popping up.

Flashback:

“What are you doing.”

“Shush.”

“I really don’t think that’s supposed to go there.”

“Shhhh I know what I’m doing!”

“Ow frag!”

“Sorry!”

“I TOLD you that doesn’t go there!”

“Well I’m SORRY but there are so many of these things!”

“Here I think I have a manual here somewhere.”

“What are you doing.”

“Ah, here it is!”

“That’s not a manual. That’s porn.”

“Same thing.”

“……….”

“Oh here, open this panel, right-“

“HAHAHAHAHA oh Primus that tickles! Hahahaha-“

“Y’know, mentioning our deity is sort of killing the mood. Feels like I’m being dirty.”

“…frag you.”

“That’s what you’re SUPPOSED to be doing!”

“I’m trying to! Open that panel.”

“Ooh, is that supposed to shoot out like that?”

“Shush and put that here.”

“I don’t know, that looks too small to fit this.”

“For the love of-I’ll just sit on you.”

“No no I don’t think that’s a good ide—ooh. Yeah, that’s nice.”

“Mmmm stop talking.”

Prowl sat in silence for a few minutes. Overall, he felt very happy with Red Alert. They worked well together, and Red Alert was so efficient! “I think I might love him,” he said aloud.

“Is that so,” Hoist deadpanned. Then: “You were both virgins?”

“How did you know?” Prowl asked.

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Red Alert pulled his box of supplies from a hidden cabinet in the security room. He had been “keeping tabs” on the interfacing habits of the other Autobots, and had discovered the preferred method of interfacing involved stasis cuffs, whips, and various painful-looking toys. Red Alert had the cuffs and the whip, but not the toys. He substituted chains and various bits of spiked metal for the toys and hoped that Prowl didn’t have a problem with that.

He opened up a comm link with Prowl. :Prowl darling, do you mind coming up to the security room?:

/fin