Something was always wrong, like he was chronically forgetting something. Like he was doing something incorrectly.

But that couldn't possibly be. He had studied his moves carefully. He was a tactical master. He was a master of Circut-Su. He didn't need anyone. “Only one bot I depend on; me,” he had told his sad excuse for a leader. He was the strongest. He was the best. So, why did that line sting so much?

Why did it hurt to say he only depended on himself? It was true, wasn't it?

It took him a while to figure out he was lonely. Prowl was anything but an emotional person. Actually, he was trying to escape emotion. But emotion was basic programming. That was his first failed tactic. He tried again, and again, and again, and still failure. But it didn't stop there. One emotion brought up another. Loneliness leads to emptiness. Emptiness leads to wanting the void filled.

And that was how, without even trying to, he let them in. He let them all get into his spark and despite his attempts to be a lone wolf, his basic nature pulled him elsewhere. Wanting the void filled leads to wanting it to stay filled if you ever find the piece for the hole. He wasn't going back no matter how hard he tried. He knew that. If anybody in the group knew about nature, it was Prowl after all.

Besides, he was too far intertwined with the web of this little team now to get out. They were there for him. He was there for them. They were his teammates; his friends; his family, and he loved every one of them.

Love. That word was the solution. Love is the cure-all for emptiness.