Sumwhereoutthere2.0

Slag. No one needed to teach Lockdown about limitations. He knew "finite" better than anyone. But he didn't dwell on it. Instead, he quietly studied the differences among that crowd of Prowls.

You could imagine the look on the real Prowl's face when Lockdown finally pounced. It was a thousand times more refreshing than that enigmatic smile.

"Finesse isn't so elusive either," Lockdown said, looming over the motorcycle, having picked up that very tone.

A fist flew toward him. He caught it mid-air, wrenched it, and pinned the arm above Prowl's head. Looking at that flustered, elongated face, those slightly parted lips, he felt something. Curiosity, perhaps.

Curious if, when the hunter's net vanished, the prey would simply disappear.

He leaned in. Close enough to feel warm breath. And gently, he kissed him. Not on the cheek, not on the neck. Right on the mouth. Bullseye. And that meant Prowl hadn't pulled away.

Then he let go. So Prowl could hold him.

It brought a kind of ecstasy he couldn't contain. He stifled it, only to steal several more kisses.

A lot of things just happened like that, inexplicably. No one wanted to go back to a room, to a berth. There wasn't time. So they'd often end up rolling in the grass, or leaning against trees sturdy enough to hold them.

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Later, Prowl asked him how he'd finally figured it out that first time. How he'd known which one was real.

Lockdown said it was because of Prowl's smile. That little movement was delayed on all the other projections.

This is a scene i drew based on the amazing fic, i rendered my favorite moment

The amount of sleep i lost reading the fic, it deserves every hour i spent rendering this.