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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 5

            The group slowly crept to the Decepticons' space bridge.  The Decepticons were there, getting another shipment of supplies.  "Okay remember the plan?" Jazz asked quietly to the group.  They nodded and lie in wait for the last Decepticon to leave.  After awhile the Decepticons left the area.  They made sure the coast was clear, especially Soundwave and his cassettes.  When the coast was clear they made their move.  They raced to the space bridge controls and Perceptor and Wheeljack hotwired it before the Decepticons could sense what was going on and race back.

            "Got it!" cried Wheeljack.

            "Let's hurry before the window of oppurtuni-..."

            "Can it and move!" shouted Ironhide.  They all raced inside and were sent to Cybertron.

- - -

            As soon as they got there, they charged out the door.  "ATTACK NO MERCY!"

            "We have to leave him alive to interrogate him though!" added Perceptor.

            "What in the galaxy!" Shockwave shouted as he was ambushed.  Before Shockwave could call on his drones, he was surrounded by the group.  Bumblebee and Ironhide nearly destroyed him.  Bumblebee had to be pulled off.

            "Hold up little buddy." Jazz said "We can't destroy him just yet.  We have a job to do."

            "What do you Autobots want?"

            Bumblebee growled and struggled under Jazz's grip.  Wheeljack went over and lifted the Decepticon up his neck.  Perceptor aimed his microscope, now focused in canon mode, at Shockwave's head.  "You will give us the information and the program for the virus you gave to our comrade or I'll cleanly severe your head from your body."

            "Oh so that's what this is all about." Shockwave said in a serious tone "Well there is none.  And I'm not going to give anything away."

            "Yes you are, Decepti-creep!" Bumblebee shouted, breaking free.  Both Ironhide and Bluestreak had to grab him and hold him back.

            "Easy there, bud," said Ironhide.

            "You WILL give us the program," Wheeljack said sternly, aiming his weapon as well.

            "You Autobots don't scare me."

            Bumblebee struggled with all his strength.  He tried to transform into vehicle mode, but Ironhide and Bluestreak held all the tighter.  "PRIMUS LET ME GO!  HE'S BEGGING FOR IT!"

            Shockwave started to laugh.  "Let me guess.  Your second in command's systems are failing?" he said "Oh how would I love to see that."

            "SHUT UP!"

            "Bee, take it easy!" Bluestreak warned.

            "You're gonna fry a circuit little buddy," said Ironhide.  Wheeljack decided to take action and fired.  He put a good sized hole in Shockwave's shoulder.  Perceptor decided a warning shot would be good and completely eliminated Shockwave's arm.  Shockwave was a bit shock at this.

            "Unfortunately, you gave me no other choice.  Now, before you lose anything else or I let my friend have his way with you, I'd suggest you talk."

            Shockwave growled.  "...Fine..."

            "Where is the program?" demanded Wheeljack.

            "Where else?  In my lab."

            "Then let's go retrieve it, shall we?" Perceptor said as the group led him out of the main room.

- - -

            Optimus carefully went into the Medical Bay.  "Ratchet...?" he started "How's he doing?"

            "Oh, Prime.  I didn't hear you come in.  He's stable.  I'm not sure how much longer I can keep this up.  As much as I hate to say it..."  There was a long pause.  "He's...  He's dying sir.  I can only keep him comfortable.  Wheeljack and the others need to hurry."

            Optimus nods.  "I know.  I just hope they will come back in time."

            "...Me too..."

            Optimus looked over at the body of his tactician.  Hang in there Prowl. he thinks The others are going to get a copy of that virus and create a cure for you.

- - -

            In a separate part of the Med Bay, screams of terror and evil laughter were heard.  "WE'RE SORRY SUNSCREEN!!!"

            She laughed maniacally as she played with some tools for a not-so-gentle paint removal.  "It's too late now, you little mischief makers!" she cackled.  "The 'doctor' is in and she's NOT a happy camper!"  Sideswipe was trying back away from her, repeatedly crashing into the walls and other things.

            "RUN AWAY!!!" Sunstreaker shouted in fear.  Sunstreaker was trying to drive down the door.

            She cackled and jumped onto Sunstreaker's roof, the power cords smacking him as she landed.  "Should YOU be the first victim, great vain one?" she giggled.

            "HELP ME SIDES!!!  I'M TOO PRETTY TO BE UGLY!!!"

            "Every Autobot for himself!"

            Sunscreen smirked evilly.  "This is going to hurt me more it hurts you...  NOT!"  She laughed and laughed, jumping off of Sunstreaker and putting the tools away.  She put her hands on her hips.  "NOW...  Next time, I WON'T joke.  It WILL hurt.  So, you two vanity mirrors better shape up, ya hear!"

            "YESS MA'AM!"  She sighed and smiled.  She went over to a table and started formulating a mixture of paint remover before hooking it up to her airbrush tool.

            "Okay you two...hold still." she said.  They were VERY quiet and obedient.

- - -

            Back on Cybertron, Wheeljack and Perceptor were sorting through the virus program and forcing Shockwave to help them make an anti-virus.  "Why should I?" Shockwave asked.

            "Do you want another arm missing?" Wheeljack said.

            He growled, but obeyed.  "Almost done.  I hope we can make it back in time," said Perceptor.

            "Well I wish you don't." Shockwave said "One less Autobot to deal with for Lord Megatron."

            "ALRIGHT, YOU’RE ASKING FOR IT!"

            "No Bee!" Ironhide said, holding him back.  "They're almost done with the anti-virus.  Cool your circuits, alright?"  He took a deep breath and nodded.

            "...Alright...It's done..." Shockwave said, very pissed.  Bluestreak checked the area for "surprise drones" as Wheeljack checked the computers for silent alarms.  Perceptor sighed in relief as he held a disk in his hand.

            "Come on guys!" Bumblebee shouted "Let's get it to Prowl!"  Ironhide fired a stun shot, knocking Shockwave out cold before he got into the space bridge.

            "That will keep him out for awhile." Ironhide said with a smile.  With rays of light and sound, they were back on Earth.

- - -

            Jazz pecked his head out to make sure no Decepticons were near by.  "All clear, ya'll.  Let's roll on outta here."  With that everyone transforms, Perceptor riding in the back of Ironhide, they all race back to the Ark.

- - -

            The virus was mercilessly finishing Prowl.  He was in his dying moments.  He was screaming and thrashing in immeasurable pain as it destroyed everything from the inside out.  Ratchet was trying his best to help but he himself was getting very worried.  "...T-...T-t...ell...e-ev..ery...o-one...t-..." Prowl trailed off as another fit came.

            At that moment the Medical Bay door opens.  "Ratchet!" Wheeljack shouted "We got it!"

            "Good, get in here!" he yelled back, trying to keep Prowl calm.  "Take it easy," he said, his tone softening.  Bumblebee tried to peek in, but Bluestreak, Ironhide, and Jazz pushed him out and closed the door.

            "Not a good thing for a youngin' to see," Ironhide said.

            "But..."

            "Let them work." said Bluestreak.

            "We don't want ya traumatized little buddy.  Wait until the anti-virus helps old Prowl," said Jazz.

            "...Okay..."

            "Why don't you go find Spike and Sunscreen?" Ironhide suggested.  Bumblebee sighed and said nothing.  Ironhide put a hand on his shoulder and gave it a comforting squeeze.  "It'll be alright, Bee.  Go on and take yer mind off the worry."  The three bots watched as Bumblebee slowly turn away to do just that.

            "I wonder how Prowl is doing in there?" Bluestreak wonders as he glances back at the closed med bay door.

            "It didn't look good, but things sound like they calmed down.  I hope that anti-virus works.  For Prowl AND for Bee..."  Ironhide and Bluestreak nods in agreement.

            "Come on, let's give Prime an update." said Ironhide.  The others nodded and left the three scientists to work.

- - -

            Prowl was very weak, sore, and tired.  Perceptor monitored activity in his microscope form while Wheeljack and Ratchet worked on uploading the anti-virus.  "Okay let's pray to Primus that this works." said Wheeljack.

            Ratchet nodded as the last of the data was uploaded.  He carefully unhooked the upload cord.  "So far, his systems are accepting the anti-virus."

            "Good.  I just hope the damage can be reversed."

            "Me too," Wheeljack added worriedly.

            "Well...half of the virus has been erased.  Once all traces are gone, it sh-..."

            "Just be quiet.  I've had enough for today..." Ratchet sighed.  Perceptor immediately shut up and transformed back.  "Wheeljack, take over.  I'm going to get some rest."

            "Okay Ratchet.  I will."  He watched as Ratchet left to his recharge bed.  Perceptor left as well.  He knew his analytical conversation was unwanted so he went to work on his own things.  Wheeljack sighed and watched Prowl sleep, checking the large energon line he was still hooked up to.  He looked at the monitors keeping tabs on his systems too.  Weak blue optics slowly opened.

            "...W-Wheel...j-jack...?"

            "What is it old buddy?"

            Prowl gave him the most confused look ever.  "...W-What...a-are...?"

            "Ratchet was really tired.  He went to get some rest so he wanted me to take over."

            "...O-Oh..."

            "You okay?  Do you need anything?"

            "...L...Li...L-l-light...  H-h-ha-hard to...s-sleep..."

            "Oh." said Wheeljack.  He walked across the room and dimmed the lights.  He found spare cushions and pillows and helped Prowl rest his head on something besides the hard table.  "That better?"

            "...Y-Yes...T-Tha..nks..."

            Wheeljack smiled as Prowl closed his optics again.  "You just take it easy and rest up.  You've had a rough week."  Prowl didn't answer as he went offline.  Wheeljack smiled a bit more at this.  Optimus and Bumblebee was peeking their heads in, unbeknownst to Wheeljack.  Optimus was softly smiling, quite relieved that his second in command was going to be okay.

            Bumblebee was happy too.  "That's a relief..." he sighed to himself.  He walked away.

            "You going back to Spike and the others?"

            "No...I'm going to my bed.  I'm tired from all this worrying."

            Optimus nods.  "Okay Bumblebee." he said.  He watched the young bot leave and took one last look at Prowl before turning away, quietly closing the Med Bay door.