#prowlpactor

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Impactor watches with a soft smile. Springer was sitting on the stool kicking his pedes back and forth. Watching intently as Prowl meticulously paints his city speaker markings on. Impactor didn’t dare move from his spot from the berth. He was relishing the little bit of peace the three of them will get. Impactor just laid there in silence as Prowl finished his own markings and began to paint some on Springers face plate. The Mechling giggled with each stroke. Unable to hold still while his carrier gently ran the brush over delicate protomesh. In the end it wasn’t as uniformed as Prowls but still fit their little green circuit booster.

“How do I look Springer?”

“So beautiful Carrier! How do I look?”

Prowl smiled warmly down at their creation.

“Perfect.”

Prowl and Springer looked up at him and extended their servos towards him.

Impactor got up and embraced them tightly. Springer was hitting another growth spurt and would need to have the necessary upgrades soon. He’ll be towering over Prowl in a cycle or two.

*Bang! Bang! Bang!*

Impactor ignored it. Holding onto his family tighter.

“We need to answer that.” Prowl pulled away from them.

“Not yet.” Impactor begged.

*Bang! Bang! Bang!*

“It’s important, Sire.” A more grown Springer looked at him. No longer in his embrace.

“Not as important as you two. Please just let me hold you a little longer.” Desperation filled him.

“Impactor. You promised to take care of him.” Prowl reminded him. A melancholic smile graced his beautiful face plate.

Impactor managed to grab his Conjux and their Creation once more. He was failing to keep his Optics from closing on the last vestige of his family together.

*Bang! Bang! Bang!*

Impactor opens his optics with a growl.

It was just a recharge Flux and some cog head made him online from it too soon.

He looked over towards the mirror stand where the face paints sat untouched for fifty stellar cycles. Even Springer didn’t want to touch them. Too afraid to move what’s left of his Carrier presence.

The banging continued.

“I hear you!” He yelled.

Impactor hit the command on the door.

“What?!”

Impactor growled at his old friend.

“High command wants to see you. It’s about Springer.” Roadbuster let himself in and began to tidy up the habsuit. Or more correctly making sure the evidence of his High Grade consumption wasn’t visible.

“Is he ok?” Impactor asked. A pit forming in his tank.

“He’s in class with the Kup and rest of the kids. Not in trouble for once.” Road buster poured him a glass of regular energon mixing it with some iron shavings, mercury sauce, lime stone bits, sulfur powder and oil jelly.

It was a vile mixture but perked someone up after a they fueled on too much engex. Impactor down it in one go.

“Then I’m assuming when you mean high command its. Chromia, Ultra Magnus and Elita-1 trying to make me cave.”

Roadbuster let out and exvent.

“Impactor he’s getting older. It’s not a bad idea for him to start sharing a Habsuit with the other kids. He can’t keep sharing a Hab with you. He needs actual privacy.”

“And sharing a hab with those three hooligans is gonna give him privacy?”

“It’s gonna let him develop properly.”

“He’s developing fine RB! Minerva says so.”

“Yes! Physically but not really socially or mentally.”

“We’re in a war!”

“All the more reason for you to let him room with his amica!”

“They’re not his Amica! Barely a cohort! They’re just a trine of punks getting Springer in trouble.”

“Or maybe he’s getting himself in trouble because he’s trying to be more independent! Impactor you are my friend! And I owe Prowl a big debt for him putting his neck on the line for me when Tarantulas decided to play death god!”

“Don’t!” Impactor growled.

“Listen! I promised Prowl that I would keep an optic on both of you! Do you know Springer stays past Curfew because he doesn’t know if you’re gonna be sober or not anymore!”

Impactor froze.

“I’m not that bad. I always made sure everything was cleaned up before he got here.”

“Not at first but the last two stellar cycles you’ve been hitting the bottle really hard. It’s gotten so bad that High Command has noticed.”

Impactor sat on the berth.

“I haven’t hurt him have I? Never wanted him to scrap!”

“No. He’s only seen you passed out after a few rough missions with bottles, cans and cubes all over the place. He cleaned up after you a few times as well. Called me in a panic because you empty your tanks all over once. Whirl wanted to kick your overcharged aft but I convinced him not to.”

“Probably let him do it too. Never wanted my kid to see me like that.”

“Look the war has gotten to us all and as we got closer to Springers miles stones without Prowl it became more frequent. It is your fault for not talking to Rung when told but you need to get your act together. Go get yourself cleaned up and head over to high command. Keep an open processor at least.”

Impactor rubbed his face plate.

“Yeah. Thanks Road Buster and thanks. For cleaning up and everything else.”

Road buster waved him off.

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When Road Buster told him to report to high command he didn’t tell him that he would be technically reporting to Rung. With Ultra Magnus, Elita-1 and Chromia sitting in front of him looking like scolded Sparklings. Kup the old cog head was standing in the corner smoking his damn cy-gar. Lifeline was here as well. She was the main teacher and medic for the younglings.

“Impactor it’s nice you could join us while don’t we all have a seat now.” Rung cheerfully pointing to the open chair.

Impactor awkwardly sat down next to the other Three Sires.

“I’m going to make it easy on everyone and cut the small talk. The four of you are being a bit too protective of your younglings and stunting their growths.”

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Also in my brain factory.

Hot Rod-Carrier:Optimus Sire: Elita

Arcee- Carrier: Wheeljack Sire: Ultra Magnus

Blurr- Carrier: Iron Hide Sire: Chromia

Springer- Carrier Prowl Birth: Sire Tarantulas Step Sire/Adopted Sire/ Real Sire: Impactor

Kup: Grandpa to all them.