Riella: ... Guilty as charged. But he's so much fun to prank.

Good Night, Sleep Tight – Prowl

Prowl shifted uncomfortably on the berth, listening to the sounds from outside. Whatever it was, he was going crazy just listening to it.

Thunk.

"Grr..." Prowl just knew someone was messing with him. "Bumblebee, if you're doing that, I'm going to hurt you…"

Thunk.

The ninja rolled over again, trying to pretend he hadn't heard it. And trying to pretend it wasn't making him nervous.

Thunk.

"Arrgh!" Prowl groaned and slid off the bunk. He wasn't going to get any sleep this way. Flinging open the door, he stormed into the hall, ready to deck whoever happened to be making the noise.

No one was there.

"Hello?"

Nothing.

Prowl sighed and stomped back into his room. There is no such thing as people who can kill you in your dreams. I'm being paranoid.

Thunk.

Before he could panic completely, Prowl remembered whose room was right next door to his. "Riella…Primus, femme, if I didn't want to protect you so much…"

Thunk.

"That does it!" Prowl bolted out into the hall and slammed Riella's door open. "Are you kicking the wall?"

Riella rolled over and glared at him. "What are you doing?"

"Um…" Prowl blushed. "Have you been hearing…thumping sounds from outside?"

Riella shook her head, yawning. "You mean the tree branches?"

"No." Prowl looked around and nervously moved away from the dark hallway. "Uh…are you sure?"

The femme's optics narrowed as a smirk crossed her face. "Prowl, are you scared?"

Prowl shook his head irritably, and in the process caught a glimpse of the closet across the hall. "Of course not! Uh…"

Riella made a sound suspiciously like a giggle. "Do you need to spend the night in here?"

"Good night!" The ninja stalked back into his room, ignoring her giggles.

Thunk.

Prowl caught the tarp Riella tossed in his direction with a growl. "No comments."

The only response was a giggle. Prowl sighed and curled up on the floor a few feet away from her berth.

Riella's murmur broke the silence. "Prowl?"

"What?"

"I could kill you in your dreams. I just choose not to."

He groaned and buried his face in the tarp. "Shut up."

"Sweet dreams, Prowl."