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Summery: (G1 fic) After going to Cybertron on a mission, Prowl had gotten captured by Shockwave when he just gotten there.  The Decepticon that was left on Cybertron thought to test out a new computer virus Megatron had order him to create for the Autobots on Prowl.  While the new virus start at Prowl’s systems, can Prowl escape?

“blah” – Normal human speck
blah – thinking
‘blah’ – Comm. Specking

One Of The Few
By Yami-Yugi

Chapter 4

            It was evening at Autobot headquarters, Jazz was on duty patrolling the halls.  This duty was usually for Prowl with his never ending patience, but Jazz had to take it over.  As he walked the halls, he passed Prowl’s quarters is when he stopped when he heard the familiar odd sputtering sound coming from inside.  Jazz slowly opens the door and peer inside.  He smiled solemnly at what he saw.  The second in command wasn’t sleeping well, lying on one side; and sadly looking worse for wear.  Jazz slowly walked in and over to Prowl’s bedside.  Jazz gently and softly place a hand on the second in command’s chest and didn’t like what he felt.  Prowl’s engine was over heating again.  He moved his hand and gently places it on Prowl’s shoulder and started to gently shake the bot before him.  “Prowl...” he called softly to him “Prowl wake up buddy.”

            It took awhile until unfocused optics open and stares into his.  “...J-Jazz...?”

            Jazz smiled a bit at him.  “Hey buddy.” he said softly to him “It sounds like yer engine is bothering ya again.”  As if on cue, Prowl’s engine made the odd sputtering sound again.

            “...I-I guess...y-you’re...r-right...”  Jazz smiled a bit again at him as he helps Prowl to sit up.  “...W-What...t-time is...i-it...?”

            “About ten at night.” said Jazz as he gently opens up the Prowl’s chest and gently pour some cool water in the same place he had saw Ratchet did.

            “...W-Whose...”

            Jazz knew what Prowl was going to ask.  “I am.” he said with a smile as the last of the water was finished and he gently closes Prowl’s chest.

            “...T-Thanks...”

            Jazz smiled softly at Prowl.  “Yer welcome.” he said “How’s that feel?”

            “...A-A bit...b-better...”

            “Ya need anything else Prowl?”

            Prowl weakly shock his head.  “...N-No...b-but thanks...a-anyways, Jazz...”

            “Hey what’s what buds are for.” Jazz said with a smile as he help Prowl lie back down.

- - -

            At bit later that night, Jazz was heading back down the hall where Prowl’s quarters were.  He stops in front of Prowl’s door thinking weather or not to check on the second in command.  Nah, I’ll let him sleep.  He needs it. he thought.  But just as Jazz started back on his way he was stopped by a sound coming from behind Prowl’s door.  It sounded like the odd sputtering sound but it sounded MUCH worse.  This put up alarms in Jazz’s thought processors.  That’s NOT right!  Jazz rush back to Prowl’s door and quickly opens it.  What Jazz saw through his own optics was something he didn’t like at all.  From normal eyes it looked like Prowl was in a peaceful deep sleep, but that was fare from it.  It was the constant sputtering, with sounded a bit quieter then normal was that had told Jazz differently.  He rush to the second in command’s side and first place a hand on Prowl’s chest, only to bring it away fast.  Dang, his engine is heating up very badly!  Jazz started to shake Prowl.  “Prowl!” he called out to him “Prowl!  Wake up!”  Jazz got very worried when Prowl didn’t make a sound or the movement to wake up.  Jazz now did the only thing he knew to do; he gently lifted Prowl into his arms and rush out, running at full speed towards Ratchet’s room.  “Hold on Prowl.” He softly spoke to the bot in his arms “We’re almost there buddy.”

- - -

            Ratchet was fast asleep when he was rudely awakened by someone kicking at his door VERY hard.  He mumbles Cybertronian curses as he sleepily went to his door.  “Do you KNOW what time is this...?” he started to say as he open his door until he was meet with site of Jazz holding Prowl in his arms  “Jazz?”

            “Something is wrong with Prowl, Ratchet.” Jazz said worriedly “His engine is over heating badly I can’t get him to wake up.”

            “Okay, calm down Jazz.” Ratchet said “Take him to the Medical Bay.  I’ll be right there.”  Jazz nods and race off.

- - -

            Once at the Medical Bay, Jazz was worriedly watching as Ratchet came into room.  Just as Ratchet hook Prowl up to one his machines to check on Prowl’s systems; alarms went off within the room.  “This is not good.” said Ratchet as he rushes to a part of the room to get some stuff.

            At that same moment, the door to the Medical Bay opens and Optimus had come in.  “What in Primus is going on Ratchet?  My data pad at my office was going off and...” he started until he saw Prowl on Ratchet’s table.  He looked over at Jazz and notices the very worried look his third of command had on his face.   “Jazz.” He started slowly and calmly but his own voice was truly telling everyone in the room how worried he was as well “What happened?”

            “Long story short Prime,” Jazz started “I was patrolling the halls and I was passing Prowl’s room, heard some sputtering...but it was different then normal...I went in to check on him...  Well I found him like this...I tried to wake him up...”

            “Okay Jazz cool your circuits.” Optimus said calmly.  He saw Ratchet at time had taken the stuff he needed and was racing back over to where Prowl lied.  “Ratchet...” he started slowly “Do you know what’s the matter with Prowl?”

            Ratchet looked up at him, he looked a bit worried.  “It’s something not good.” He said “The virus badly mess up with his energon systems.  It’s not letting Prowl get full use of energon.  If I don’t get Prowl hook up to a constant Energon line...”

            “Yes?”

            “...His spark will die...”

- - -

            Prowl felt a familiar presence on his chest when he slowly opens his badly unfocused optics, moaning very weakly.  “Easy Prowl...” a familiar voice was heard “We were afraid we nearly lost you to the Matrix back there.”

            Prowl tried to focus his optics towards the voice.  “...O-Opti-mus...?”  A very blurry shape of his leader’s face came into view.

            The shape nods.  “Ratchet had to hook you up to an energon line.  The virus mess up your energon systems pretty badly.  Good thing Jazz came to check on you when he did or you would have been lost to the Matrix by morning.”

            “...D-Decepticons...t-think of...e-everything...”

            “Ratchet and Wheeljack are going into over drive to find a cure for the virus.” Optimus spoke calmly “So try and hang in there, Prowl.”

            “...I-I’ll...t-try...s-sir...”

- - -

            The next day; Bumblebee, Spike and Sunscreen sat around the Rec Room of in the base playing Go Fish.  “Hey after this game, let’s pay Prowl a visit?” suggested Bumblebee “I’m sure Prowl will like some company.  Got any three’s Spike?”

            “Go Fish.”

            “I’m not all too sure Ratchet will let us.” the smaller pink femme Autobot spoke.

            “Why would Ratchet won’t?” Spike asked.

            “Yeah, what you talking about, Sunscreen?”

            The femme looked seriously at them.  “Didn’t you hear?”

            “Hear what?”

            “Prowl got worse last night.” Sunscreen spoke “Jazz couldn’t wake him up last night.  Ratchet had to hook him up to an Energon line or Prowl’s spark would have gone out.”

            "Oh wow!" Spike exclaimed, growing much more solemn about his condition.

            "He's that sick huh?" Bumblebee said, more upset than Spike.

            Sunscreen nods.  "That's what I heard." she said.  Bumblebee stood up.

            "Where you going?" asked Spike.

            "To see if what Sun said was true."

            "And I said Ratchet might not let you in." Sunscreen said.

            "Then I'll ask him if he doesn't," he replied not turning around.

            Sunscreen sighed as she put down her cards.  "Fine, we'll all go and ask him." she said.

            "You...don't have to come," Spike said, sensing her irritation.

            "No I want to." said Sunscreen.  At that moment the twins ran into the room and by the looks of it their bodies were covered in pint scrapes.

            "Sunscreen!" Sunstreaker whine "We need some paint."

            "PRIMUS!  What do you two keep thinking?!" Sunscreen shouted at them "What did you two do?!"

            "Well...It's like this..." Sideswipe started.

            "We were...racing.  I looked back to see Sides eating my dust and I crashed into some rocks.  Sides followed shortly after...  Please?" he whined "Just look at me..."  Sideswipe was quiet, but he had an unhappy look on his face.

            Sunscreen narrows her optics at them.  "Primus, this is like the third time this week!" she bitch at them "Can't you two, NOT mess up your paint every few seconds!"

            "...Sunny...she's had it this time..."

            "Come oooonnnn..." Sunstreaker whined.  "Pleaaaaassseee?"

            "Should I paint the both of you pink to teach you a lesson?!"

            "MEEP!" said Sideswipe.

            "No!  Not pink!  Anything but pink!"

            Sunscreen glared at them still.  "And what's wrong with pink?" she sneered.

            "Sunny!  Don't piss her off!"  Spike and Bumblebee couldn't help but laugh about all this.  A little Autobot who was at least half their age was giving them a serious run for their money.

            At that moment Sunscreen uncle, Grapple, had came in.  "Okay what's all the yelling about in here?" the crane Autobot asked.

            "-heavy sigh- Nothing Uncle.  Just these two 'pretty boys' keep needing new paint jobs," she growled.

            Grapple looked over at the twins.  "Boys..." he started "You do know Sunscreen doesn’t like it when you two do this.  And with everything going on and with Prowl..."

            "What do you mean, 'and with Prowl'?" Sideswipe asked getting serious.  Sunstreaker forgot about himself and looked at Grapple curiously.

            "Don't tell me you two didn't hear?" Grapple said.  They shook their heads.  Bumblebee sighed impatiently.  Spike put a hand on his arm in a comforting gesture.

            "Prowl got worse last night." Sunscreen said as she cross her arms across her chest.

            The twins immediately grew upset and guilty.  "And here we were, thinking very selfishly about ourselves, Sunny," Sideswipe said.

            "Primus...now I feel bad..." Sunstreaker said sadly.

            "You should.  You're more vain than a mirror," huffed Bumblebee, his patience wearing thin.

            "We should do something Sunny." said Sideswipe "We should cheer old Prowl up."

            "...Yeah.  My looks can wait."

            "That's the most unselfish thing I've heard you say yet," said Sunscreen.

            "Let's just hurry," Bumblebee almost spat.

            "Hold on." Grapple said "You are not ALL going to bust into the med bay.  Ratchet is going to get pissed and you know how he feels about people going into his med bay while he's working."

            "How about two at a time?" suggested Spike "Bee and I will go first."

            "We'll have to ask Ratchet when we get there." said Grapple "I think Optimus and Jazz are still in there since this morning."  Bumblebee gave a worried and irritated sigh.  With that the group headed to the Medical Bay.  Grapple knocked politely on the door.  At that minute the door opens and there stood Optimus.  He looked down at the small group that was there.

            "Let me guess, you are all here about Prowl."  Everyone nods.  Optimus smiled and turned away.  "Stay here while I ask Ratchet."  Everyone waited as Optimus disappeared back into the room.  "Prowl has visitors, Ratchet," he said.

            Ratchet looked up from what he was doing.  "How many?" he asked with a sigh "And who?"

            "A lot.  Sunscreen, Grapple, Sideswipe, Sunstreaker, Bumblebee, and Spike.”

            Ratchet sighed.  "Wow yer very popular today Prowl, old buddy." Jazz said with a smile at a very weak Prowl.

            He smiled weakly back.  "...Th-that's...g-good...to...kn-know..."

            "Fine...but only two at a time." Ratchet said.

            Optimus nodded and went back to the doorway.  "It's alright with Ratchet, but only two at a time."

            "Spike and Bee said they want to go first, sir." said Grapple.

            "Alright.  Jazz and I will leave," he said turning away again.  "Come on Jazz." Optimus said to his first Lt.

            "Looks like ya got some other company.  I'll catch ya later, pal."

            Prowl nods weakly.  "...Y-Yeah..."  Jazz smiled before leaving the room with Optimus.  At that moment Bumblebee and Spike came in.

            "...Hey Prowl..." Bumblebee said slowly, worry all over his face.

            "...H-Hey...B-Bee...S-Spike..."

            "How you feeling?"  Spike just waved with a solemn smile.

            "...H-How...d-do you...h-humans put it...?  ...L-Like crap..."  Spike couldn't help but laugh.  Prowl tired to smile a bit.

            "Don't worry," Bumblebee sneered as he put a hand on Prowl's, "I'll demolish that creep into space dust."

            "...T-Thanks Bee..."

            "Hey, what are friends for?  I swear that scrap heap is going to wish he was never built when I'm through with..."

            "Easy, Bee.  Shockwave is not that easy to take down, especially by yourself." said Spike.

            Bumblebee sighed.  "I know..." he said "I just..."

            Spike nodded.  "Me too, Bumblebee."  Prowl had been weakly watching them from his unfocused optics.

            He laughed weakly.  "Y-you...w-wouldn't...s-stand...m-much of...a chance..." he said, having analyzed the situation in his mind.  Bumblebee and Spike couldn't help but smile.  They were a bit happy that virus didn't mess with Prowl's straight thinking.  Prowl smiled weakly back.  All the sudden, his hand under Bumblebee's clenched tightly in pain.  He "coughed" more horribly than before and his chest over heated faster and hotter than it had yet.  At that moment Ratchet came over.

            "Everyone out," he said sternly.

            "...But..." Bumblebee protested, too worried to leave.

            "OUT!"

            "Come on, Bee.  We'll come back later." said Spike, he also sounded worried.  Bumblebee looked almost scared, but followed Spike out anyway.  He knew Ratchet needed to help him NOW.

- - -

            The others that was still out side, saw the look on the two's face when they came out.  "What happen?" Sunscreen asked.  Bumblebee was quiet and just turned down the hall.  He was headed to Optimus without stopping.

            "What happened Spike?" Grapple asked when they knew they won't get anything from Bumblebee.

            "Something real bad.  Prowl just had his worst attack yet."

            "Dang no wonder Bee was running so fast." said Sideswipe.  The others nodded, especially Spike.

- - -

            Bumblebee ran into the main room where Optimus was.  "OPTIMUS!" he shouted.

            Optimus looked up from the screen he was watching and turns towards Bumblebee.  "Bumblebee?  What's the matter?" he asked.

            "Something HAS to be done about Prowl!"

            "I know Bumblebee." said Optimus "Wheeljack and Ratchet are trying their best."

            "It's not enough!  Permission to go to Cybertron and get some information from Shock-..."

            "No Bumblebee." said Optimus "It will be too dangerous.  What if Shockwave did the same to you as he did with Prowl?"

            "We can't just sit here and do nothing!"

            "I know you are worried about Prowl." Optimus said calmly "We are all worried about him.”  He grew quiet.  Optimus came over and place a hand on his shoulder.  "I promise we'll think of something." he said.  Bumblebee just nodded slowly.

            Optimus smiled solemnly.  The upset worry Bumblebee felt was mutual.  At that moment, Wheeljack ran in, Perceptor on his heels.  "Prime sir, permission to go to Cybertron," said Wheeljack.

            Optimus looked at them with a confused look.  "Why may I ask?" he asked.

            "It's urgent.  The virus has gone critical..."

            "AND, Ratchet demanded we go to Cybertron to try and get the anti-virus out of Shockwave," Wheeljack jumped, sensing one of Perceptor’s rants.

            "I see..." Optimus said.  Bumblebee got very worried again.  "You two aren't going alone.  Shockwave might plan on you two coming."

            "Permission to go with them."

            "...Alright, but not alone.  The three of you will need extra back up.  I don't want to take any chances."

            "Yes sir."  Optimus left to go gather more Autobots for the mission.

            "You two think Shockwave will have an anti-virus?" Bumblebee asked the two still worried.

            "There's a small possibility, but it isn't likely.  I can analyze the program and decode it, creating my own-..."

            "What's he's TRYING to say is, even if Shockwave doesn't, we can create an anti-virus from the virus program itself," said Wheeljack.

            "Oh...."

            "Don't worry, Bee.  We'll figure out something okay?" Wheeljack said.  Bumblebee nods.  Optimus returned with Bluestreak, Jazz, and Ironhide.

            "So...how are we going to get to Cybertron?" asked Ironhide.

            "Easy." said Jazz "Just high jack the Decepticons’ space bridge."

            "We'll stop anyone who gets in our way," sneered Bumblebee.

            "Easy everyone.  You can't just rush into this.  As urgent as it is, I don't want to risk your lives.  I'm sure Prowl wouldn't want that either."

            "You have a point, Prime." said Ironhide.

            "Once you figure out a good plan, you can go.  As urgent as it is, try not to rush.  I don't want anyone getting hurt."  The group nods.  Optimus nodded and left.  The group looked at each other and decided on a well thought out plan of attack before packing enough for the mission and leaving.

- - -

            Meanwhile, in the med bay, Ratchet sighed heavily.  Prowl was safely offline, closely monitored, with a larger energon line.  He was also hooked up to a machine that was working hard on keeping his engine components at a constant temperature.  Ratchet had to result to a small dose of liquid nitrogen to cool it down this time.  "...Primus...  I hope they hurry back...  I don't know if I can do anymore..."