Transformers Short Stories

Bluestreak Feels Blue (1)

Universe: G1
Characters: Bluestreak, Jazz, Prowl, Sideswipe, and Sunstreaker.
Rating: PG
Warnings: Transformers foul langauge.
Plot: After battle, Bluestreak gets injuried and is more quiet than usual. Bluestreak begins to fear that he is too weak for people to talk to him.

1

The wounded were helped by the ones who only got a scratch into the Ark. A certain Datsun could've used the help too, but it was too busy for someone to notice. Besides his knee hurting like pit, he was alright...sort of. He was sure he could do a few repairs on his own. He managed to pick up a few tricks from Sideswipe.

He chuckled to himself.

Sideswipe would always try to fix himself before he ever would try to see Ratchet. Sad really. Ratchet would always lecture about how crappy the work was done and that he should've told him earlier.

The Datsun looked at the CMO who was quite occupied with the others. Guess he'd just have to pull it off. He was not looking for a sore helm ache later. Bluestreak looked down. He really could've dodged the blow. But...he couldn't. He had another flashback. And they were getting worse. He knew that con from the falling of Praxus.

He almost found him.

He almost killed him.

Bluestreak shuddered. But he didn't. But he did kill everyone else. Bluestreak squeezed his optics shut. He wasn't going to cry. Not here. Not now. He was not going to be seen weak again. He was not going to keep being the reminder of what war does. He wasn't!

"Bluestreak?" A voice said behind him. Bluestreak jumped and cursed under his breath at his knee.

Jazz.

Jazz had a concerned frown as he stared at the Praxian.

"Oh hey, Jazz. What's up?" Bluestreak put on his biggest smile he could manage.

"Ah'd ask you first. What's da matta', m'man? You don't look too good." Jazz asked getting off the wall and stalking towards him. Scrap. Could he hear the gritting of his denta? Bluestreak stumbled slightly as he tried walking backwards.

"Really? I think I'm fine. Really. It's okay Jazz. Why would I be down? I'm happy. Happy Blue." Bluestreak did his best to lift his doorwings. He didn't have much control over them as Prowl did so it didn't work too well. Which was a good thing sometimes for Jazz. Bluestreak frowned slightly. Jazz knew doorwing language like the back of his hand.

"Really now? Blue, you're trembling. Is it about...? Should I get Prowl?" Jazz asked,his accent fading as his concern grew. He placed a gentle hand on his shoulder but Bluestreak flinched away.

"N-No! Just banged up! I promise. I...I have a few dents here and there but I'll be alright." Bluestreak pleaded. Jazz hummed not seeing to believe it at first but gave in. Or Bluestreak hoped anyway.

"Yeah, you're covered in dirt!" Jazz laughed. "I think you should go wash off." Jazz grinned again. He crossed his arms, encouragingly. Bluestreak breathed in relief.

"Yeah...I probably should. Thanks anyway, Jazz." Bluestreak rubbed the back of his helm and began walking (more so trying not limp) away.

"I'm always here for you, Blue. We all are." Jazz's gaze darkened. Bluestreak winced as he could pratically feel it. Bluestreak slowly turned back around.

"I know." He said above his whisper and began heading down the hall.

Sideswipe looked over and went up to Jazz. Sunstreaker sighed and followed after him.

"What was that about?" Sideswipe asked, rasing an optic ridge.

"I think Blue saw Skywarp again today..." Jazz trailed off as he frowned after Bluestreaks direction. Sideswipes face hardened in anger.