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FIC: To Serve and Protect (Human Series)
Title: To Serve and Protect
Author: Keelywolfe
Fandom: Transformers
Rating: PG-13
Pairing(s):Mikaela/Prowl
Summary: A continuation of the ‘human’ series, which are in order:
Forms of Life
Too Human
Experiments in Human Nature
Public Education
Knee-Jerk Reaction
Nervous System Hypothesis
Different Applications of Moral Support
This Body Electric
The Unconscious Mind
Subliminal Messages
Greeks Bearing Gifts
In a Dark Ruby Stain
Interruptions in the Key of C
Half to Rise, Half to Fall
Moments of Forgiveness
Topics of Conversation
Lies of Omission
The Theory of Existence
Beyond My Brave Facade
Parental Interaction In The Third Degree
Field Trips Into the Hypothetical
Arrested Developments of the Heart
Necessary Repairs
4x4
Prime and Punishment
Gravitational Drift
My Mechanical Romance
Eternal Sunshine of a Sparkless Mind
Also the AU Attention Getting Device
Notes: This chapter is a little on the short side but this section just didn't fit anywhere else. Next chapter will be nice and long with all our boys back in it. ^_^
~~*~~
The human sections and the Autobot ones in Autobot City weren't exactly segregated, Mikaela knew; sure, they were separate from each other but that was a fact borne of necessity, not out of any nastiness. Autobots might be able to share quarters with the humans, if they were content to spend all their recharge time in the vehicle forms but it was just easier to make separate barracks for the two groups. In both cases, Officers got their own quarters, the regular soldiers bunked two and three to a unit, and the odd few stayed with the humans they were assigned to protect. Bumblebee, Ironhide...Prowl.
Mikaela took a moment to glance up from the jeep wheel that she was realigning, eying her…what? Protector? Boyfriend? Warden? Who knew. She liked Prowl, enough to let stay in her quarters in more than a professional capacity, but she really didn't know him well enough to understand him much.
Right now he was standing on the opposite side of the garage in his holo form, his real body parked outside. It made her smile to look at him. Not his posture although that was distinctive enough. Prowl had a stance that carried through no matter which form he was in and if he suddenly decided to become a blond surfer boy, Mikaela was pretty sure she'd know it was him. Arms crossed over his chest, standing straight and tall as he checked out the area and she was damned sure that was what he was doing. Scanning and protecting were his standard routine.
No, what was getting her right now was his sunglasses. Where he'd found the specs for a pair of Ray-Bans she didn't know, maybe on the internet, but those combined with his dark shirt and pants was giving her serious 'men in black' vibes. Only this time, the guy in the suit was the alien. Not only was her life a movie, it was a movie with Will Smith in it. She supposed there were worse things; they could be living through Independence Day.
Prowl probably knew she'd been looking at him from the start but only now did he raise a curious eyebrow in a silent little question. Yes?
She shook her head and went back to work on the wheel. The camber on it was completely fucked and if she could help out in any way, Mikaela was more than ready to step up.
Not that anyone had asked.
Most of the humans that lived here were military, an as-yet unnamed classified elite force that were training to deal with the very real Decepticon threat. That much even she knew. Then there was her and Sam, and Sam's parents, and no one seemed to know much about what to do with the civilians. She knew that Sam's dad had been hanging out with Ironhide whenever he was on patrol and she'd spent some time with Sam's mom but between Sam being hurt, the clusterfuck that had been their little road trip and now Sam's punishment, she hadn't spent any time with anyone even close to her age.
She had been the one to find the human mechanic, a burly old guy with the unique name of Smith who had career man written all over him, and offered to help out. To his credit, he'd kept his eyes on hers and never so much as glanced at anything in the southern regions. Maybe he was firmly on the 'don't ask, don't tell' side of the equation.
He'd been hesitant to put her to work, obviously more concerned with civilian than girl but after a little persuasion and Prowl's quiet support, he'd waved her into the garage and put her to work. It'd only taken a couple of oil changes for Smith to decide she wasn't going to set anything on fire and he'd left her to it, offering a grunt whenever she let him know she was finished and terse directions on what to do next.
It was soothing, in a way, something to do with her hands, and most of these vehicles needed a lot of just the basic maintenance. It seemed to her that the government believed there was a serious threat but they didn't want to do much about it. Probably wouldn't until the next time the Decepticons took out half a city. Maybe she wasn't exactly in the know but she wasn't blind; no one seemed to be throwing much money towards this project.
With a grunt of effort, she finally pulled the distorted tie-rod out, tossed it aside with a loud clang, and she was just about to start installing a new one when she heard the deliberate scuff of a shoe behind her. Prowl was unnaturally quiet when he moved and whether that was because he was using a holo or it was just him, she wasn't sure, but thinking of Bumblebee made her suspect it was a Prowl thing. After scaring the hell out of her once, he'd made a point of making a sound before he got close to her and her heart sure appreciated it.
"Mikaela, you have been working for four point two-five hours," Prowl said in his quiet voice. "I believe you should take a break."
"After I finish this," she said agreeably, wiping sweat off her forehead with the back of her arm. She was pretty filthy too, a shower wouldn't be a bad idea.
Prowl didn't move. "Your blood sugar levels are low."
Maybe he wasn't a warden, maybe he was more like someone's mom. "I'm fine."
That got her silence but she bet if she turned around to look at him, he'd be wearing his 'I am displeased and I will get my way' expression.
She didn't grin but she figured he could hear it in her voice as she added, "As soon as I get this done, we'll go grab something to eat."
A long silence and then, "Very well."
Prowl never sounded smug but she recognized that tone pretty well. It meant he'd gotten his way. Mikaela rolled her eyes and got back to it. Men, it seemed, were all the same, even asexual ones from other planets. She thought he'd gone back to his spot near the door and startled a little when he crouched next to her, giving him a wary look. Did he actually want to help?
"Why are you doing this?" he asked, softly.
Guess not. She shrugged, tightening the bolts into place. "Why not? I had to do something."
She thought she'd kept the bitterness out of her voice pretty well but if Prowl was one thing, it was observant. He tipped his sunglasses down, looked at her with his damnably calm eyes. "No, you did not. So why?"
"Sam is doing something." One of the bolts was a little rusty and she couldn't move it without stripping it. She snagged a well-used can of WD-40 and gave it a spray, waited for it to soak in a little. "Sam is working with Ratchet. Sideswipe is working with Optimus and even Sunstreaker is working on crap with Ironhide. Everyone is doing something so why the hell shouldn't I?"
And okay, maybe that was a little belligerent but she couldn't help it. Resentment that had been simmering below the surface was boiling up now. They had been punished. All of them had snuck out, all of them had gone to the city, Sam had nearly been killed and it had been her idea from the beginning. And now Sam was working his butt off to pay for his mistakes and so were the twins.
When she'd talked to Optimus, he had been gently informed about various rules on base. Ratchet had given her a quick scan and a curt but clean bill of health. It hadn't been fun but it had been nothing like the speech that Sam had described in his email. She hadn't been on the receiving end of too many 'I'm Very Disappointed' speeches in her life but she'd had a couple. Didn't explain why it was bothering her to be missing out on this one, but it was. It was.
"They didn't punish me." Mikaela almost didn't realize she'd spoken aloud. The bolts were all tightened into place and she released the jack, let the jeep settle back on its wheels. A lift would have made this easier but the garage only had one and Smith was using it.
Prowl leaned against the repaired jeep, propping one foot on a tire and even as weirdly pissed off as she was, she had to admire the liquid shift of his posture, from stern and straight to lithe. She knew plenty of humans who didn't move that well.
"No, they didn't," Prowl said at last, in his cool, bone-dry voice. "You are very effective at punishing yourself."
"Whatever," Mikaela muttered, wiping her greasy hands ineffectively on an equally dirty rag. She had a date with a bar of lava soap before she was eating anything. A soft touch on her shoulder stopped her and she looked up at Prowl, his sunglasses gone now as he regarded her seriously.
"Mikaela," he said softly, "The reason Optimus didn’t punish you is that I told him that I had already spoken to you and that I would take care of any punishment. It is not that they value Sam more than you. On the contrary, he had already asked me to send you along with Sam. I was the one who requested otherwise."
She blinked up at him, digesting that, and something that had been too-tight in her chest for days slowly relaxed. They did…they hadn't…she shook her head. But Prowl hadn't punished her at all, he'd just followed her around until she'd ended up here. "So what you're really saying is that Optimus shouldn't trust you to handle my work detail."
Prowl's voice was very dry but his smirk was anything but, and his hands low on her hips as he pulled her towards him were as pointed as an engraved invitation. "As I said, you are very effective at punishing yourself."
Smith was on the other side of the garage. All the doors to the outside were closed. "I'm all greasy," Mikaela murmured, even as she tipped her head up.
"I don't care."
Prowl's lips were warm, his tongue as lithe as the rest of him and when he pulled her down to the floor, his mouth sliding lower and lower, he proved it until she was covering her mouth with her grease-stained hands to stifle her whimpers, God, so good, and she trusted him, trusted him to keep scanning the area and whether it was Decepticons or just Smith checking up on her, Prowl would keep her safe.
-finis-
Read Next Chapter
Author: Keelywolfe
Fandom: Transformers
Rating: PG-13
Pairing(s):Mikaela/Prowl
Summary: A continuation of the ‘human’ series, which are in order:
Forms of Life
Too Human
Experiments in Human Nature
Public Education
Knee-Jerk Reaction
Nervous System Hypothesis
Different Applications of Moral Support
This Body Electric
The Unconscious Mind
Subliminal Messages
Greeks Bearing Gifts
In a Dark Ruby Stain
Interruptions in the Key of C
Half to Rise, Half to Fall
Moments of Forgiveness
Topics of Conversation
Lies of Omission
The Theory of Existence
Beyond My Brave Facade
Parental Interaction In The Third Degree
Field Trips Into the Hypothetical
Arrested Developments of the Heart
Necessary Repairs
4x4
Prime and Punishment
Gravitational Drift
My Mechanical Romance
Eternal Sunshine of a Sparkless Mind
Also the AU Attention Getting Device
Notes: This chapter is a little on the short side but this section just didn't fit anywhere else. Next chapter will be nice and long with all our boys back in it. ^_^
~~*~~
The human sections and the Autobot ones in Autobot City weren't exactly segregated, Mikaela knew; sure, they were separate from each other but that was a fact borne of necessity, not out of any nastiness. Autobots might be able to share quarters with the humans, if they were content to spend all their recharge time in the vehicle forms but it was just easier to make separate barracks for the two groups. In both cases, Officers got their own quarters, the regular soldiers bunked two and three to a unit, and the odd few stayed with the humans they were assigned to protect. Bumblebee, Ironhide...Prowl.
Mikaela took a moment to glance up from the jeep wheel that she was realigning, eying her…what? Protector? Boyfriend? Warden? Who knew. She liked Prowl, enough to let stay in her quarters in more than a professional capacity, but she really didn't know him well enough to understand him much.
Right now he was standing on the opposite side of the garage in his holo form, his real body parked outside. It made her smile to look at him. Not his posture although that was distinctive enough. Prowl had a stance that carried through no matter which form he was in and if he suddenly decided to become a blond surfer boy, Mikaela was pretty sure she'd know it was him. Arms crossed over his chest, standing straight and tall as he checked out the area and she was damned sure that was what he was doing. Scanning and protecting were his standard routine.
No, what was getting her right now was his sunglasses. Where he'd found the specs for a pair of Ray-Bans she didn't know, maybe on the internet, but those combined with his dark shirt and pants was giving her serious 'men in black' vibes. Only this time, the guy in the suit was the alien. Not only was her life a movie, it was a movie with Will Smith in it. She supposed there were worse things; they could be living through Independence Day.
Prowl probably knew she'd been looking at him from the start but only now did he raise a curious eyebrow in a silent little question. Yes?
She shook her head and went back to work on the wheel. The camber on it was completely fucked and if she could help out in any way, Mikaela was more than ready to step up.
Not that anyone had asked.
Most of the humans that lived here were military, an as-yet unnamed classified elite force that were training to deal with the very real Decepticon threat. That much even she knew. Then there was her and Sam, and Sam's parents, and no one seemed to know much about what to do with the civilians. She knew that Sam's dad had been hanging out with Ironhide whenever he was on patrol and she'd spent some time with Sam's mom but between Sam being hurt, the clusterfuck that had been their little road trip and now Sam's punishment, she hadn't spent any time with anyone even close to her age.
She had been the one to find the human mechanic, a burly old guy with the unique name of Smith who had career man written all over him, and offered to help out. To his credit, he'd kept his eyes on hers and never so much as glanced at anything in the southern regions. Maybe he was firmly on the 'don't ask, don't tell' side of the equation.
He'd been hesitant to put her to work, obviously more concerned with civilian than girl but after a little persuasion and Prowl's quiet support, he'd waved her into the garage and put her to work. It'd only taken a couple of oil changes for Smith to decide she wasn't going to set anything on fire and he'd left her to it, offering a grunt whenever she let him know she was finished and terse directions on what to do next.
It was soothing, in a way, something to do with her hands, and most of these vehicles needed a lot of just the basic maintenance. It seemed to her that the government believed there was a serious threat but they didn't want to do much about it. Probably wouldn't until the next time the Decepticons took out half a city. Maybe she wasn't exactly in the know but she wasn't blind; no one seemed to be throwing much money towards this project.
With a grunt of effort, she finally pulled the distorted tie-rod out, tossed it aside with a loud clang, and she was just about to start installing a new one when she heard the deliberate scuff of a shoe behind her. Prowl was unnaturally quiet when he moved and whether that was because he was using a holo or it was just him, she wasn't sure, but thinking of Bumblebee made her suspect it was a Prowl thing. After scaring the hell out of her once, he'd made a point of making a sound before he got close to her and her heart sure appreciated it.
"Mikaela, you have been working for four point two-five hours," Prowl said in his quiet voice. "I believe you should take a break."
"After I finish this," she said agreeably, wiping sweat off her forehead with the back of her arm. She was pretty filthy too, a shower wouldn't be a bad idea.
Prowl didn't move. "Your blood sugar levels are low."
Maybe he wasn't a warden, maybe he was more like someone's mom. "I'm fine."
That got her silence but she bet if she turned around to look at him, he'd be wearing his 'I am displeased and I will get my way' expression.
She didn't grin but she figured he could hear it in her voice as she added, "As soon as I get this done, we'll go grab something to eat."
A long silence and then, "Very well."
Prowl never sounded smug but she recognized that tone pretty well. It meant he'd gotten his way. Mikaela rolled her eyes and got back to it. Men, it seemed, were all the same, even asexual ones from other planets. She thought he'd gone back to his spot near the door and startled a little when he crouched next to her, giving him a wary look. Did he actually want to help?
"Why are you doing this?" he asked, softly.
Guess not. She shrugged, tightening the bolts into place. "Why not? I had to do something."
She thought she'd kept the bitterness out of her voice pretty well but if Prowl was one thing, it was observant. He tipped his sunglasses down, looked at her with his damnably calm eyes. "No, you did not. So why?"
"Sam is doing something." One of the bolts was a little rusty and she couldn't move it without stripping it. She snagged a well-used can of WD-40 and gave it a spray, waited for it to soak in a little. "Sam is working with Ratchet. Sideswipe is working with Optimus and even Sunstreaker is working on crap with Ironhide. Everyone is doing something so why the hell shouldn't I?"
And okay, maybe that was a little belligerent but she couldn't help it. Resentment that had been simmering below the surface was boiling up now. They had been punished. All of them had snuck out, all of them had gone to the city, Sam had nearly been killed and it had been her idea from the beginning. And now Sam was working his butt off to pay for his mistakes and so were the twins.
When she'd talked to Optimus, he had been gently informed about various rules on base. Ratchet had given her a quick scan and a curt but clean bill of health. It hadn't been fun but it had been nothing like the speech that Sam had described in his email. She hadn't been on the receiving end of too many 'I'm Very Disappointed' speeches in her life but she'd had a couple. Didn't explain why it was bothering her to be missing out on this one, but it was. It was.
"They didn't punish me." Mikaela almost didn't realize she'd spoken aloud. The bolts were all tightened into place and she released the jack, let the jeep settle back on its wheels. A lift would have made this easier but the garage only had one and Smith was using it.
Prowl leaned against the repaired jeep, propping one foot on a tire and even as weirdly pissed off as she was, she had to admire the liquid shift of his posture, from stern and straight to lithe. She knew plenty of humans who didn't move that well.
"No, they didn't," Prowl said at last, in his cool, bone-dry voice. "You are very effective at punishing yourself."
"Whatever," Mikaela muttered, wiping her greasy hands ineffectively on an equally dirty rag. She had a date with a bar of lava soap before she was eating anything. A soft touch on her shoulder stopped her and she looked up at Prowl, his sunglasses gone now as he regarded her seriously.
"Mikaela," he said softly, "The reason Optimus didn’t punish you is that I told him that I had already spoken to you and that I would take care of any punishment. It is not that they value Sam more than you. On the contrary, he had already asked me to send you along with Sam. I was the one who requested otherwise."
She blinked up at him, digesting that, and something that had been too-tight in her chest for days slowly relaxed. They did…they hadn't…she shook her head. But Prowl hadn't punished her at all, he'd just followed her around until she'd ended up here. "So what you're really saying is that Optimus shouldn't trust you to handle my work detail."
Prowl's voice was very dry but his smirk was anything but, and his hands low on her hips as he pulled her towards him were as pointed as an engraved invitation. "As I said, you are very effective at punishing yourself."
Smith was on the other side of the garage. All the doors to the outside were closed. "I'm all greasy," Mikaela murmured, even as she tipped her head up.
"I don't care."
Prowl's lips were warm, his tongue as lithe as the rest of him and when he pulled her down to the floor, his mouth sliding lower and lower, he proved it until she was covering her mouth with her grease-stained hands to stifle her whimpers, God, so good, and she trusted him, trusted him to keep scanning the area and whether it was Decepticons or just Smith checking up on her, Prowl would keep her safe.
-finis-
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Thank you for writing!
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Prowl is so unique in this quiet and mysterious way, and I think somehow that matches the outgoing and deep personality you get from Mikaela.
I loved it! Can't wait for more (:
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Update marker XDHeh your smirking!Prowl is hot. And I second bluetaelon's comments ;)
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