The first time it happened was subtle. The second less so. Upon the third I knew something was wrong. The edge of my mind felt a tingle, a soft nudge here, a little tickle there. My spark seemed to flutter each time it happened, and every time I would get the sense that something was trying to talk to me. Communicate somehow. With each passing day the feelings grew stronger. Sometimes they felt muffled, but direct. Others chaotic and expressive.

When I brought it up to Glow one night, he expressed concerns about our bond's growing strength. Was our connection so strong that we could now feel each other when we were awake? Talk even? He had explained the basics to me but seeing as how I never experienced anything like this I didn't know how to respond. Should I tell someone? Could Ratchet do something about it? But if I did tell someone about what was happening, how would I explain it all?

"You see, I'm actually a human, an organic so to speak. My consciousness is stuck in a Virtual Reality game called Cybertron where I'm currently trapped in the body of an adolescent and can't log out. I also have a mysterious attachment of some sort to a mech that I've never met before and we now have this thing connecting us, so now we're sharing emotions and I was wondering if you could do anything about that? Oh yeah…and did I mention that none of you are real?"

Yeah, that would go over really well with Ironhide and Chromia.

Glow and I had decided that the best thing to do, the only thing we could do, was to leave it alone and see what happens. I'm still worried though. What does it all mean? Why is this happening to me? To us?

Glow and I had started practicing with our bond. Testing each other with blocking either our own emotions or each others. I had to admit it was kinda fun. I would be in the middle of practice with Ironhide, and Glow would come out of nowhere and 'tickle' me! The good news is that my poker face was better than ever, the only thing that could hint at any discomfort was a slightest twitch of my wings. Traitors.

But not everything was sunshine and rainbows. Ratchet was becoming overly concerned with what would happen to me once my battle computer activated. Nothing like this had been seen in ages. Wheeljack had no idea how it was supposed to even work. All we had to go on were rumors, speculations, and theories. None of which helped to settle my mind on what would happen when it finally decided to turn on. Ratchet hoped it wouldn't happen until after my growth spurt, which, by the way was not fun.

My frame was sore from wingtip to pede. It felt like I was being stretched out. Chromia had taken to giving my wings a rub down every night before the three of us laid down for recharge. It helped to an extent at least. Our sleeping arrangements hadn't, nor did it appear that they would ever, change. Every night Chromia would lay closest to the wall as she spooned into me like she did the first night we met. Ironhide always situated himself on my other side as I snuggled into him with one of his arms thrown over both Chromia and myself. They were so protective, even in recharge.

Speaking of protective, Jazz, aka my forever stalker, has kicked up his antics to a whole new level of annoying. Before he would simply try to get the jump on me at least three, maybe four times a day. Now it seemed as though he was everywhere. And he wasn't even trying to hide the fact that he was doing it either. I would be strolling down the hall for a quick refuel at the cafeteria and poof. There he was, standing in middle of the room with two rations and a stupid grin on his face. How he does it I will never know….actually never mind, I don't think that I want to know. And how in the hell did he know that I liked extra Zinc and Copper in my rations? Not even Ironhide or Chromia know about that.

To make a bad situation worse he always insisted on hanging out in the Rec Room. Why? We barely knew each other, besides I'm more than positive that he has other friends he could hang out with. It's not like I was anybody special or anything. What was interesting about all of these interactions was the fact that whenever any of the mechs in the area came near us his attention would…shift so to speak. He would angle one of his head fins towards the newcomer, but he always kept most of his attention on me. Why? All the while he would throw an arm over the back of my seat with that stupid smirk of his plastered on his face.

Chromia always seemed to enjoy asking me about my interactions with Jazz. She always had this look in her optics, which in turn made me slightly uncomfortable with the situation.

Ironhide had upped my training to a whole new level. He stopped pulling his punches, using more force behind each hit. Aiming to use his height and weight against me in a way that caused me to think fast on my feet. Chromia even took it upon herself to train me in a way that Ironhide couldn't. She started teaching me to use my wings to my advantage during a fight, how to protect them and keep them from harm. My confidence during these sessions grew with every lesson, I was determined to stop being a burden to those around me.

I would stand tall, back straight, wings raised, and I would not back down from a challenge. I would face it head on, knowing that if I did fall, I had people there who would help me get back up.

I am Prowl, and I am not afraid of what the future holds for me.

There's going to be a bit of a time skip for the next chapter, May/Prowl is going to kick aft and take names from here on out. If all goes according to plan the next arc should be…intense? At least I hope so.

Now I just want to give a shout out to Roofscat! They sent me an awesome picture of May/Prowl…in her apartment…with Glow! It was so stinkin cute! I loved it, thank you so much! Not once did I ever think that this story would inspire someone to create fan art. I did a little happy dance when I saw it, I may have even released a squeal or two…shut up it was cute!

ohmygiddyaunt: That's exactly what I was going for when I wrote that chapter, I'm glad you enjoyed it so much.

Dr. Sparkeater and Cbyte128: I'm trying to make May/Prowl as clueless about Jazz's advances as I can while also keeping it cutely annoying If that makes any sense lol.

And thank you to those who pointed out any grammar errors. I went back to fix them as soon as I saw your reviews!

Until next my readers,

Angel