Trapped

Follow on from 'Susceptible to Suggestion' Don't worry Musashi is working on a treat in the continuation of the story, this is what's happening at the base while Bee has gone missing... :) It's part one of two (because I wanted to play with Prowl muahaha :P )so enjoy...

I don't know how to format on here so...

WORM SPEAK = //I am controlling your mind//
Thoughts = 'This is what I am thinking.'

Trapped Part 1

“I’m fine really Ratchet.” Prowl insisted as the medic forced him to sit on the berth.

“If it’s all the same to you, I’ll be the judge of that.” Prowl sighed in defeat as Ratchet scanned him and examined the bent cabling that Bumblebee had grabbed.

“Huh… you’re lucky, he could have caught your main energon line.”

“I am certain that wasn’t his intention.”

“Who knows what his intentions are. I doubt even Bee knows.” Ratchet shook his head, clearly agitated by the whole situation. Prowl inclined his head slightly, sensing tension in the medic as he fixed his cabling.

“Ratchet are you alright?”

“Hmmm…” He focused on his work before standing straight. Avoiding optic contact. “You’re done, you’re clear to go.”

“Ratchet… It’s not your fault what happened today.”

“Isn’t it? I was the one who didn’t allow him to be confined here. I would have seen that something was wrong. Kept a closer eye on him.”

Prowl pushed off the berth and waited expectantly for the medic to continue.

“It’s my fault.”

“I don’t see ho…”

“It just is alright Prowl!” Ratchet snapped. Prowl nodded slightly. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Ok… but if you do…”

“I won’t.” The medic stated definitely before heading into his office. Prowl spotted the parasite in its secured container. He headed over and leant over slightly. His processor mulling over how something so small and fragile had been the cause of so much chaos. Tentatively he reached out a finger and put his hand in the container.

“Don’t touch that!”

Prowl swung round, snatching his hand back, placing it innocently behind his back with the other. “I was merely curious.”

Ratchet raised his brow. “Of course you were. When are you not?” He walked over to the parasite, checking its vitals. He headed over to a separate console, leaving the container open.

Prowl placed one hand on the table. “Have you made any progress in finding a way to counteract the side effects Bumblebee is experiencing?”

Ratchet shook his head. “Not yet. Could be some time, I am still trying to figure out its physiology. It seems to have some kind of part organic, part metallic nanobots in its circulatory system.”

“You mean it was engineered?”

“Possibly… it could have occurred naturally if the species is intelligent. It does acquire knowledge through its hosts.”

Prowl glanced at the pitiful creature and back up at Ratchet’s back. “Intelligent?”

“Looks can be deceiving Prowl.”

“Hmmm… I shall leave you to your wo… Ack!...” Prowl yelped clutching his hand. Ratchet spun round. “What happened?”

Prowl shook his head sheepishly. “It’s nothing I think I put too much weight on it. I will let you work.” He headed swiftly from the med bay. Ratchet frowned and turned back to the console. Nobody noticed the parasite shrink back to its normal size and twitch slightly, before falling still.

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Prowl rubbed his hand absently, the sharp pain had dulled to a stinging, tingling sensation. He frowned, no time for that now. They had to find Bumblebee in the state he was in, he was vulnerable. Ironhide had already headed out to search, the other teams had returned with no news. Prowl was not looking forward to reporting the days events to Prime.

His arm started to sting, he hissed quietly and glanced at his hand. A tiny puncture wound had pierced through the joints. He frowned in confusion, it must have been injured when Bumblebee had pinned him against that tree. Although he could not remember how he’d injured it. He entered his office with the intention of going through the search parties' reports and working out likely locations for Bumblebee to go. His arm was stinging now. He grimaced and rubbed it.

‘I should really go back to Ratchet… this isn’t normal…’ He thought frustrated. There was so much work to do. Prowl leaned against his desk. His head felt light, dizzy. The tingling was creeping all over his body. He shivered uncomfortably. What was happening to him? His air intakes increased as he slumped forward clutching his head. A strange feeling washed over him, he cried out in confusion and anxiety.

‘A bite. I must have been bitten by the parasite.’ His logical thoughts filtered through his cortex. He clenched his fists willing the nausea building up in his system to dissipate. Slowly the symptoms faded. He gave one last shiver before straightening up. His air intakes calming slightly. He looked at the reports feeling nothing but apathy.
‘Wait that’s not right. My battle computer doesn’t let me think this way. The work needs to be done.’

Prowl clenched his jaw, he felt, different. Not in control.

‘You’re always in control. Get a grip on yourself.’ His thoughts seemed to split in two. He growled as other thoughts crept into his cortex. Deep feelings stirred within him. A part of him that was usually kept under strict restraint. He heard, rather he felt himself growling audibly as the arousal built up through his sensor net.

‘Infected, you’re infected. Go to the med bay.’ His cortex screamed at him. His hands gripped the desk so hard he left dents. With a soft snarl he pushed off the desk and headed from his office.

//Can’t rouse suspicions… go where they least expect.//

Prowl frowned his battle computer, was seemingly plotting against him. Computing plans of attack. He had to work swiftly. There wasn’t much time before they tried to stop him.

Fresh images blinded him. He saw Bumblebee and Ratchet, the Decepticons, other alien species he’d never even met before. He gasped as the memories of their desires raged through him.

“Hey Prowl.” Mirage called out across the corridor. Prowl tensed and eyed the ‘bot carefully.

“Prowl you ok?”

//Lure him… don’t let him suspect you.//

“I’m fine, busy… there’s something I wanted to ask you… about your search…”

“Ok.” Mirage replied cheerfully.

Prowl nodded tersely. “My office.” Mirage obediently followed him, Prowl held the door open for him. Mirage turned to face him.

“So what did you want to speak to meee…. Uggghhh…”

He was cut off sharply as the tactician slammed him into the desk. He grunted loudly. Mirage’s optics widened in shock. He’d had no idea Prowl was that strong. He was on his back, pinned to the desk. Reports scattered onto the floor.

“Prowl…?” He squeaked nervously. The SIC looked him evenly in the optic, his face giving nothing away. He reached for Mirage’s neck and tweaked one of the wires. Mirage let out a strange noise as he felt his entire body lock. He couldn’t move anything.

“Prowl… what… what’s going on…?” He couldn’t keep the edge of fear from his voice. The SIC hadn’t uttered a word and was merely staring at him strangely. His optics slightly dimmed. His capacitor cycled rapidly as Prowl reached for interface hatch.

‘Oh no…’ Prowl’s logic processors were running over drive, but he didn’t, couldn’t crash. Prowl felt like he was watching the events unfold before him as if through someone else’s optics. He felt his module pulse strongly as he released it. Internally he tried to turn away, anything, shutter his optics. This could not be happening. He heard himself groan deeply as he penetrated Mirage’s port. His data stream was steady.

‘Why can’t I stop this?!’ He thought angrily. ‘Oh Primus… what am I doing?!’ Prowl’s thoughts were frantic, but he couldn’t stop. Mirage bucked in response to the data stream crying out in frustration and fear. His own module still untouched.

Prowl wanted more than anything to offline right there. His tank lurched as he overloaded into Mirage the ‘bot clawing at his desk in futile anger and desire.

‘Please let this stop…’ Prowl almost sobbed in his own head. He knew he was infected, his body was no longer his own. Something was very wrong. He pulled back his module. Mirage couldn’t even look at him, his optics shuttered as he mewed softly in frustration.

Prowl’s spark felt torn. ‘What have I done… oh frag… what have I done?’ He could only observe as he watched himself press the sensory node at the back of Mirage’s neck. The ‘bot was no longer paralysed. He felt a sharp pain across his helm and he staggered backward.

Mirage, took his chance, he landed a solid punch across Prowl’s head sending the tactician backwards with a snarl. He stood and hesitated for a moment, glaring. Prowl met his glare with equal venom. He snarled. Mirage frowned, Prowl didn’t snarl, ever. His systems were in overdrive, energon burned through his system, he needed release.

‘Frag it…’ He thought angrily. ‘Optic for an optic.’

Prowl winced as his door wings made contact with floor. Mirage was almost frantic, his fingers not gentle. He tried to fend him off. There wasn’t much time. He felt himself cry out as Mirage’s module made contact with his interface port. The data stream was fast, frustrated, irregular. He writhed beneath the slightly larger mech crushing him to the floor. His arms flailed, Mirage pinned them above his head.

‘Please stop…’ Prowl whimpered in his thoughts. Retreating further into his own cortex. He felt the mech overload into him hard he jerked at the sensation. It was raw, fierce. He grunted as Mirage collapsed into recharge on top of him.

//Now…. Move now… no time… must find others…//

Alien thoughts, urges pushed his logic aside. He shoved Mirage off him, disconnecting his module, pausing briefly as he felt the energon cycle through his body. It felt warm, pleasant… good.

He moaned and composed himself. He left Mirage on the floor. One down, who next? His battle computer fired into action. Logical choice, who had most contact with everyone on the base? One of two…

Prowl screamed inside his own head, trying anything to regain control of his body. His emotions, his anger, frustration running high without his logic to calm him. He realised where he was headed… Nearest option first.

‘Oh Primus no…’ He whispered to himself as he approached Prime’s quarters.

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