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Title: Untitled
Prompt: "It's not just that you're different - it's that you're not the same"
Characters: Prowl, Smokescreen
Fandom: Transformers: G1 (Pre-Earth)
Author's Note: I wanted to try to force myself to write at least one piece a month this year. Last month I wrote Pickman's Model for the Snowflake Challenge and this month's entry is written in response to a 31_Days prompt. I have more work to do on this before it's well and truly done and I think that it will eventually be part of You Remind Me Of Someone I Used To Know.
"You want to tell me why?" Smokescreen asked as soon as the door to Prowl's office closed behind him.
"Why what?" Prowl asked, never looking up from his data pad. His tone was dismissive on the surface, but Smokescreen could see the way Prowl’s doors nearly vibrated against their forced stillness.
“There was a time when we were close,” Smokescreen said. “Now you can barely stand to be in the same room as me. You want to tell me why that is?”
“I do not,” Prowl replied. “I am otherwise occupied. Please leave.”
Smokescreen sighed and sat in one of the guest chairs.
“I have three jobs here, Prowl. I help support Ratchet. I help support Jazz. And I help support you. I can’t effectively complete thirty-three point three percent of my duties if you keep refusing to deal with me.”
Prowl muttered something subvocally.
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Prompt: "It's not just that you're different - it's that you're not the same"
Characters: Prowl, Smokescreen
Fandom: Transformers: G1 (Pre-Earth)
Author's Note: I wanted to try to force myself to write at least one piece a month this year. Last month I wrote Pickman's Model for the Snowflake Challenge and this month's entry is written in response to a 31_Days prompt. I have more work to do on this before it's well and truly done and I think that it will eventually be part of You Remind Me Of Someone I Used To Know.
"You want to tell me why?" Smokescreen asked as soon as the door to Prowl's office closed behind him.
"Why what?" Prowl asked, never looking up from his data pad. His tone was dismissive on the surface, but Smokescreen could see the way Prowl’s doors nearly vibrated against their forced stillness.
“There was a time when we were close,” Smokescreen said. “Now you can barely stand to be in the same room as me. You want to tell me why that is?”
“I do not,” Prowl replied. “I am otherwise occupied. Please leave.”
Smokescreen sighed and sat in one of the guest chairs.
“I have three jobs here, Prowl. I help support Ratchet. I help support Jazz. And I help support you. I can’t effectively complete thirty-three point three percent of my duties if you keep refusing to deal with me.”
Prowl muttered something subvocally.
( Continues under the cut )
