Lockdown+Prowl 2 Drabbles

Title: Eternal Regret
Pairing: Prowl/Lockdown
Rating: PG
Warnings:  SPOILERS to episode: Endgame, angst, character death, slash
Summary: (AU) Takes place sometime after Episode: Endgame 2.
Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers. I make no profit from this.

Expression solemn, Lockdown strode down a dark marble hallway, stopping to gaze up at a blue, flickering holoform and the lifeless form laid out beneath it. Prowl. Long gone were the vibrant colors of cream and gold, but even with the dark hues of death now dominant, the ninjabot was just as beautiful and serene as he was in life.

Collapsing to his knees, Lockdown traced his fingers over Prowl’s cold lips, nuzzling his face into the ninjabot’s chassis, audio lingering over the spark chamber, now long silent and empty. He crawled on top of the slab, nestling the still form of the ninjabot in his arms, miserable at how this was the closest, most intimate contact he ever had with the smaller mech. Regret, sadness, and a longing that would remain unfulfilled washed over Lockdown’s processor. The last encounter with Prowl, the last time he ever saw the elegant, beautiful ninjabot alive, left a bitter ache in his spark. There were so many things he had wanted to say, so many things he would have done differently, and now he was robbed of the chance. All he wanted, before everything came to an end, just once, if only for a moment, was to see Prowl again, to see his vibrant smile, to hear his adorable laugh, to caress his warm plating, to kiss his supple lips…to just see him alive. It was all a vain fantasy though. He knew, deep down, that he would never see Prowl again, not after all the vile acts he had committed in life. His spark was destined for the Pit, and there was no escape from that fate.

“…Prowl,” Lockdown murmured, voice tired and broken. “…Prowl.”

Alarms rang overhead, and Lockdown let out a dejected sigh as his time was cut short. His original intent was to take back Yoketron’s helm and other mementos, but he couldn’t bring himself to mar Prowl’s beautiful body. He briefly considered taking Prowl’s body with him, but that idea fell flat. As much as it pained him, he would leave Prowl’s body to rest in eternal slumber within the tomb. Reluctantly rising, body heavy, Lockdown placed a gentle kiss on Prowl’s lips, tasting nothing but cold, dead steel. Trembling, Lockdown caressed Prowl’s cheek before bolting down the hallway, never once gazing back.

Regret, sadness, and a longing that would remain unfulfilled would haunt him until the end of his days.


Title: Bots Gone Wild
Pairing: Prowl/Lockdown
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: crack!drabble, slash
A/N: I dreamed this. No, I’m not kidding. I wrote down as much as I could remember. Since I work third shifts, I tend to see a lot of Girls Gone Wild commercials, and I think my mind went wild. I was originally in this dream too (imagine what you will), and no, I’m not including that in the drabble…ever. Full version not included in DA. Follow link in Artist's comments section.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” Prowl giggled, tipsy on energon, fumbling around as he tried to type on the keypad to his room.

Lockdown held up a video camera, zooming in on Prowl’s aft. “I can’t believe it either…pretty little thing like yourself.”

Prowl let out another hearty giggle, stumbling through the opening door, giving the larger mech a sultry smile as he strode over to the berth, bending over the surface and swaying his aft. “Like what you see?”

“Yes, I do,” Lockdown murmured, extending his hook out, tip rubbing over the ninjabot’s aft and dipping into a seam.

Prowl squeaked at the ticklish sensation, and he squirmed away, waggling his finger at Lockdown. “Naughty bot. No touching…at least…not yet.”

“Such a tease,” Lockdown snickered. “Why don’t you show your spark to the camera?”

“Hmm…no,” Prowl stated, crawling up onto the berth, laying flat on his back as he drew up his legs, spreading them wide. “I will show you something else though.”

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