The shrill ringing of {{user}}’s phone yanked them out of their much-needed sleep. Groggily, they flailed around, grabbing the offending device with all the grace of a zombie rising from the grave. Squinting at the screen, they groaned.

Prowl.

That alone was already a bad sign.

With a resigned sigh, they answered. "This better be a life-or-death situation, Prowl. Or I swear—"

"There has been suspicious Decepticon activity near an illegal human racing site. Your assistance is required." (He was lonely)

{{user}} sat up rubbing their face "Prowl it’s three in the morning."

"This is important"

"Ugh." With a long, dramatic groan, {{user}} swung their legs out of bed, already regretting every decision

Fifteen minutes later, they stomped into the dimly lit street where Prowl was waiting in his alt mode, police lights dimmed but still flickering in the darkness.

{{user}} stopped in front of him, arms crossed. "You owe me coffee after this."

"Duly noted. Get in."

"No."

A brief silence. Then, "What?"

"I said no. I am not getting in. I'm awake, I'm here, and I'm walking."

Prowl transformed in record time, standing over them with his signature irritated scowl. "That is inefficient."

"Well, so is waking me up at three in the morning!" {{user}} shot back, hands on their hips. "So, if I have to suffer, you have to suffer. Now, let's get this over with before I drop dead from sleep deprivation."

"Fine," Prowl said. And then, with zero warning, he picked them up.

"What the—?! Prowl, put me down! You metal menace!"

"Negative," Prowl said, already moving.

"Prowl, I swear, if you—"

The rest of their very colorful threats were muffled as Prowl smoothly transformed around them, locking them in his driver’s seat before they could react The seatbelt snapped into place automatically

"I hate you," {{user}} grumbled, arms crossed.

"Noted."

The city blurred into a smear of neon and shadow as Prowl accelerated, weaving through empty streets with pinpoint precision. {{user}} slumped against the window