They small group burst into the med-bay.

Optimus placed Prowl on the berth and stepped back. He hated seeing Prowl like this.

He always looked so strong, reliable, cool and collected. Now he looked, ill, helpless even.

For some reason Prime just felt the sudden urge to sweep him up into his arms and do whatever he could to protect him.

Ratchet cursed as he ran scans.

"His spark is failing!"

Optimus and Jazz froze in shock.

Prowl was dying.

Ratchet opened the mech's spark chamber and they stared in dismay at the weak spark.

The pulsing blue was fading and the spark was almost transparent now.

"Can you help him?" Ratchet paused before punching the wall.

"Not that I can see. But I am not giving up! Prowl wouldn't if it were us and damn myself to the pit if I give up on him now!" Ratchet whirled around.

"I can't help him. But you two can!"

Optimus and Jazz looked at each other.

"What can we do Ratch'." Jazz asked, eager to help him friend. Optimus felt just as determined.

"You'er not going to like it."

"Just tell us Ratchet."

"You can save him...if...you bond with him..." Optimus and Jazz stared at him in shock.

"What?"

"The extra energy and the bond will save him. It won't completely improve his illness but It'll stop him from...dying."

"Why both of us?" Optimus asked, confused.

"Only the combined energy is enough. If you don't do it now he'll die! I'll be in my office if you need me."

Ratchet rebooted Prowl and walked into the other room.

Prowl jerked online and whimpered in pain, curling up on his side and clasping his arms around his chest.

He was trembling so violently they could hear the noise of his body rattling against the berth.

Prowl was only half-concious, but it was enough to bond.

Optimus and Jazz climbed onto the berth, carefully moving Prowl between they and opening his spark chamber gently.

His fading spark was pulsing erratically.

They joined their sparks and cried out.

*&^%$£"!

Prowl barely knew what was going on.

He had felt like he was on fire and was in pain. And then he was unconscious.

When he on-lined he could hear voices, but couldn't make out the words.

The pain, even worse now, had throbbed through his chest and tanks like he had been shot.

No, worse than shot.

He was dying. Slowly and painfully. The virus eating away at his spark.

Then he had felt another heat.

But this one wasn't painful.

Then he had off-lined again.

He felt achy and ill like before. But not like he was dying.

He tried to move but felt himself trapped between something.

'It's okay Prowler. It's just me and Optimus.'

'You're okay Prowl.'

Prowl had almost jumped through the roof.

Optimus and Jazz were bonded to him?

'That was what the heat was.' He realised.

'That's right Prowl.' Optimus said.

'Great. No free thoughts not...' Prowl said through he bond. Two chuckles answered him.

'How do you feel Prowler?'

'...Sore...ill...warmer than usual. Basically the same as the past two days.'

'You've been ill Prowl. You need to rest.' Optimus said gently through the bond. His and Jazz'd love flowed through the connection.

Prowl curled up and gave a small smile as he felt the bodies lying either side of him.

He never would have dreamed this. But now, it just felt so...so...

Right.

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