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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?

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‘blah’ – Comm. Specking

One Of The Few
By Yami-Yugi

Chapter 8

The next day, it was time for another officers meeting. All present were quite happy to see their tactician and SIC sitting in his usual chair. “Its good to have ya back, Prowl.” Ironhide said “We were missing ya.”

"...Yeah..." Prowl sighed. "I miss this too." Prime just smiled at all this.

"Prowl, I've made a decision and Prime agrees, that you can go back on duty."

"Really?" Prowl said.

"...Don't get your hopes up too high. You're still restricted from active duty. You're not battle ready yet," Ratchet finished.

Prowl sighs. "...Figures..."

"If you want, I can restrict you back to nothing at all," Ratchet growled, smirking a bit though.

Prowl looked shocked. "...No...this is fine, Ratchet." he said.

Ratchet smirked. "Didn't even let us tell you what you would be doing."

"Prowl, we've come to the decision that you can command from the Ark. You will resume your tactician position from the command room."

"Really?" Prowl asked "Are you sure?"

"You're well enough to do so," said Ratchet. "I'd take the offer while I still feel like being generous," he smiled.

"Prowl?" Optimus asked.

Prowl sighed from his intakes in thought before speaking. "Very well. At least it will give me something to do." he said with a small rare smile. Everyone smiled happily, especially Jazz.

- - -

After the meeting, Jazz caught up to Prowl. "Yo, Prowl! Wait up man."

He looked back and stopped. "What is it, Jazz?"

"Where ya going?"

"To my room. I have some work to do."

"Oh..."

"You have something else in mind?"

Jazz smiled. "Not really man." he said.

Prowl sighed. "Then why did you stop me?"

"Just thought you'd rather hang out than bore yourself to sleep."

"I will not bore myself to sleep Jazz."

"Well ya did yesterday."

"That...was different..." Jazz's smile was widening. Prowl sighed. "I'm going to regret this, but... What did you have in mind, Jazz?”

Jazz suddenly grabbed Prowl's hand and started to drag him towards the Rec Room. "You'll see."

"JAZZ!"

- - -

Prowl was taking intakes heavily after Jazz had let him go. Sunscreen, the twins, Bumblebee, and Spike were in the room. A game of Chess, Checkers, Battleship, and other strategy games of the like were there along with Twister. "Jazz, we told you to go easy on Prowl." Spike said.

"What? It was just a little persuasion."

"You didn't have to grab my hand..." He saw what was in the room. "What is all this?" he asked.

"A party for you Prowl." said Bumblebee.

"...W-What?"

"A little fun time, just for you. Ya deserve it, Prowler."

"...Y-You shouldn't have done this..." Prowl said "I mean...did you clear it with Prime before..."

"Don't worry. Prime totally agreed you needed it." said Sideswipe.

"He helped get the big versions of everything," smiled Sunscreen. Prowl looked a bit surprised.

"It's a big get well, from everyone," smiled Spike.

Prowl was still a bit surprised. "Calm down Prowler, don't blow a logic circuit."

"We were all worried about you and we're glad you're getting better," smiled Bumblebee. "I'm glad you get to go back to work, for the most part.”

Jazz put an arm around him. "Whadya say, Prowl?"

"But...I got work to do..."

"No ya don't. That was just an excuse. There haven't been any reports to do since ya finished them yesterday." Prowl sighed. "C'mon..." Jazz smiled, hugging Prowl against him playfully.

"Please Prowl?" the Twins added with smiles of their own. He looked seriously at them. "PLEASE?" they pouted.

Prowl sighs. "Okay..."

Jazz smiled. Everyone else, "Yea!"

"How about a rematch of Twister?" smiled Sunstreaker.

"Only if you don't complain about your paint job again." Sunscreen said in a serious voice.

"...I won't..." he sweat dropped. Sunscreen shook her head in disappointment.

Prowl sighed and went over to the game. "Alright...let's play..." he sighed. Jazz and everyone smiled happily at him. Prowl smiled a bit too as Spike took his normal position as wheel spinner.

"Okay is very one ready?" Spike asked with a smile.

They all nodded. "Let's just get this over with..."

"Prowler don't be such a party poop. This is for you." Jazz said.

He sighed. "You just wait until we start playing something like chess," he smirked.

"Okay guys, right hand on red!" Everyone scrambled onto the mat and the game started. As the game went on... "Left hand on blue." Sunstreaker and Sideswipe finally fell on top of each other trying to reach under Prowl. "You guys are out!" They whined and moaned, joining the rest of the bots that lost. It was down to Prowl and Jazz.

"Now it's just you and me Prowler." Jazz said with a smile.

"And I seem to be in the better position so far," Prowl smirked. Jazz was almost bent over backwards, trying to keep his balance with his arms and legs twisted at odd angles to stay standing.

"We'll see Prowler." They shared sly smiles and waited for Spike to call it.

"Right foot on yellow!" The saboteur and tactician smirked at each other before carefully and thoughtfully reaching for a yellow dot. The result was a back arching Jazz with his stomach very close to Prowl's. He was firmly on his hands in front of him with his feet spread eagle on their respective dots. Both blushed at the unintended situation. The twins were laughing.

"...It's...not...funny...!" shouted Prowl.

"It is from our view!" Sideswipe shouted back. Jazz just laughed, immediately blushing as his micro skin sensors brushed against Prowl's. The twins were still laughing. Jazz was trying to keep his cool, but it was hard. He was laughing because it was an embarrassing predicament, but every time he did he would brush against Prowl, making it more embarrassing.

Prowl was growling and glaring daggers at the twins. "THIS...ISN'T...FUNNY!" Jazz finally burst into embarrassment and laughter, falling flat on his back as his hands and feet flew up in the air.

"Prowl wins!" Spike called out.

Prowl slowly stood and looked down at Jazz. "Looks like flexibility AND a calm processor are needed for this game," he smiled. He knelt down and helped Jazz up.

"Yeah, I guess yer right."

"It was...fun... What game shall I beat you in next?" Prowl smirked and they went over to a Chess Board.

"So who will go first?" Bumblebee asked.

"I'll take white," smiled Jazz.

"Very well." Prowl said with a smirk as he sat in front of the black pieces. "I'll give you the first move since you're so keen on beating me," he added.

"Okay, but I still say yer gonna lose, Prowler." Both shared smirks and Jazz began by moving his white pawn forward. Prowl watched, his logic processors and battle computer running over strategies to counter Jazz's move. He too moved a pawn forward. Jazz smirked and moved a Knight to where his Pawn had been. Prowl just moved his pawn forward. Jazz smirked again and moved another pawn so his knight could move next turn. Prowl moved so that both his pawns were two spaces ahead. "I don't know why you're making such wimpy moves, Prowl," smirked Jazz as he captured one of Prowl's pawns with his knight.

"I assure you I'm not." Prowl said. He smirked as he looked at his pieces and Jazz's pieces. "I believe I just captured your knight," he said, moving his black horse to capture Jazz's white one. Jazz just smirked back. Jazz just moved another pawn to open up movement. Prowl smiled, thoroughly enjoying the game.

- - -

"Alright, Prowl. I move my Queen to capture your Bishop," Jazz smirked. "It also puts your King in check." Prowl couldn't help but laugh. "What's so funny?"

"Checkmate, that's what."

"Wha?"

"By moving your Queen, you took my bait. Your king is now unprotected with no where to move. Your queen and your other pieces block him. So, my Queen now stands right in front of him," Prowl smirked.

"Awww man..."

"It would seem, I remain the champion. That's two games for me, Jazz."

"Man...there’s gotta be something I can bet your aft in."

"I know one thing," smiled Bumblebee.

Everyone looked at him. "Bee..." Prowl started slowly.

"What? I do," he smiled. "There is one game that Jazz can beat you in. We have to go outside to play."

"I know what you're talking about," smiled Spike. Prowl was very confused.

"Let's go outside," said Bumblebee. "You'll both find out then." With that the group started to leave.

- - -

Once outside, it became clear to Jazz. Prowl was still confused though. "Yeah man. I can beat you at this," Jazz smiled.

"It's basketball," said Spike.

"Yeah. We'll show you the basic rules before you play," said Bumblebee. Prowl nods, but he was still confused. It didn't take long for the basics to set in and the two bots began their game of one on one.

"Okay Prowler, now this is a game I'm surely gonna beat ya in."

"We'll see Jazz." Prowl passed him the ball to begin the game and they started running up and down the Autobot sized court. Prowl tried to get the ball away from Jazz.

"Too fast," smiled Jazz. Prowl tried again, but he just couldn't do it. He tried to run and block Jazz from shooting but he could not. Prowl tried time and time again to use his logic to beat Jazz but it wasn't working. "Better think on your feet, Prowler..." Jazz smiled as he made another basket. The score was Prowl one and Jazz eight.

"Wow....Jazz might win this time." said Sunscreen.

"I knew Prowl couldn't win when you need pure athletic skill," smirked Bumblebee.

"I heard that!" shouted Prowl as he failed yet again to get the ball from Jazz. He jumped up and at least succeeded in blocking the shot.

"Tsk, tsk, Prowler. You gotta do better than that," smirked Jazz, having fun finally beating Prowl. Prowl growled and dribbled the ball down the court. He analyzed the situation as he aimed for the basket. He was almost to the right position to throw it up at the right angle when Jazz smacked it out of his hand and bolted down to his side of the court.

"Slag it, Jazz!"

Jazz just laughed as he scored the winning point. "That's game, Prowler. I finally beat you."

"Yeah..."

Jazz came over with a smile and slapped him on the shoulder. "Come on, Prowler. It was blast to play, wasn't it? As the humans would say 'it's not if you win or lose, it's how you play the game.'"

"I guess this "Basketball" thing is not meant for a tactician..."

"I wouldn't say that..." said Spike.

"You gotta think on yer feet, Prowler," smiled Jazz. Prowl looked a bit confused. "It's a human expression. Its means you have to act on impulse, not continuously analyze."

"...Oh..." Prowl smiled a bit. "I...I guess I can't win at everything." Everyone smiled back; glad Prowl was having some fun for once. He let go of Jazz. "Good game." He started to walk away, but the running and playing from the game caught up with his still healing body. Prowl took short pant like sounds from his intakes. He tried to keep walking, pushing it away as just being worn out. He made it towards the door before he fell.

"Prowl!" Jazz and Bumblebee rushed over to him as he tried to stand up.

"You okay Prowl?" Jazz asked. The twins, Spike and Sunscreen looked worried.

"...I...I don't know..." he said, stumbling back down.

"Should we take him to Ratchet?" asked Sunscreen.

"Yeah..." Bumblebee said worriedly.

"C'mon Prowl, let's get you to Medbay," Jazz said, helping him up and bracing him.

- - -

The small group headed towards the Medbay. Sunscreen knocked on the door. It took awhile until the door was opened by the CMO. "What is it? Prowl? What happened?"

"Well it's like this Ratch'..." Jazz stared and explain everything.

Ratchet sighed heavily. "Don't you think a human sports game was a little too much? I said he wasn't battle ready!"

"Yeah but..."

"He's not up to intense physical activity yet," Ratchet sighed.

"Sorry Ratchet." said Bumblebee.

"It's alright, just be careful next time. He just needs an energon boost and some rest." Jazz led a weakening Prowl inside.

"I'm sorry Prowler." Jazz said.

"...N-not...your fault..."

"Lay him down on one of the berths. I have to get a few things." Ratchet said.

"Sure Ratch." He carefully took Prowl into his arms and laid him down on the berth.

"...Th-thanks Jazz..."

Ratchet returned with an IV kit. He came over and ran some scans on Prowl. "Just as I suspected," he said. He readied the IV of energon before finding a good place to put it.

"What is it Ratchet?" Bumblebee asked.

"Like I said, he needs an energon boost and some rest. Everyone out. He'll be fine." He inserted the IV in Prowl's upper arm and set it up to drip correctly.

"Okay guys I guess we should leave." said Bumblebee.

"Yeah..." said Sunscreen. "He needs his rest."

"See ya, Prowler. Take it easy." With that the small group left. Prowl watched them leave with a smile before falling asleep.

- - -

Meanwhile, at Decepticon headquarters, the Decepticons were sulking in their defeat. Megatron was especially upset. "Curse you Starscream!" he growled, turning to said Seeker.

"How is this my fault?!" he shouted back.

"There are a lot of reasons."

"All I did was follow your orders, oh mighty leader," he whined.

"Well do them better next time!" he yelled before turning away.

"I'd make a better leader than you..." Starscream mumbled with his arms crossed.

“Lord Megatron, LaserBeak returning.” Soundwave said.

“Excellent Soundwave.” Megatron said with an evil smile “Play back his findings.”

“As you command Lord Megatron.” LaserBeak transformed and flew into Soundwave’s chest compartment before he too transformed and compressed his size into his tape deck form and hooked himself into the main computer console. What showed on the screen was Prowl and Jazz’s little basketball game.

“It seems the Autobots second in command is still getting over the virus.” Megatron said “We will use this to our advantage.”

"I'm willing to help in anyway, oh mighty leader," Starscream said. To prove I'm better than you are... he said under his breath.

"Soundwave, keep an eye on them. I want to strike when they least expect it, especially while their tactician is down. If all goes well, we can capture him again. This time I want to get information from him."

"As you command, Lord Megatron." He smirked evilly and walked away.

- - -

Back at the Ark, Prowl was still resting in the medbay after the game he and Jazz were having. "That slagger, Jazz..." Ratchet sighed. "But... I suppose it was good for him to enjoy himself and be able to see his friends." He smiled at the recharging tactician. It grew into a frown of concern as he remembered the horrible virus that led up to his current state. "I'd better save that anti-virus to use on everyone else. The Decepticons could very well try again."

At that moment Optimus had came into the medbay. "Is everything alright?" he asked "I heard Prowl was in here again."

"He's fine," Ratchet said, not looking up from the computer he was working on. "He over exhorted himself playing basketball with Jazz."

"Oh I see."

"He needed the stimulation though. I want him to be able to socialize, even if he's on restricted duty."

"He doesn’t get much on regular duty."

"Exactly. All the more reason to push him to interact. The mech works too much."

"I agree with you on that, Ratchet."

Ratchet smiled a bit and then turned away from the computer. "Done..." he sighed in relief.

"What were you doing anyway?" Optimus asked.

"Storing a permanent copy of the anti-virus and making a few back ups."

"Ah, just in cause the Decepticons try it again. Good thinking Ratchet."

"That's why I'm Chief Medical Officer. I don't want Prowl or anyone else to get infected."

Optimus laughed a bit. "I'll leave you to your work then. I was concerned for Prowl is all." With that Optimus left the medbay.