Two Brothers - Chapter 6
Title: Two Brothers
Rating: PG-13/T
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, just Havoc and Guileforce. tomorrow4eva on FF.net beta for me.
Summary: For eons, Barricade thought that his family was gone and slowly became the killer, a hunter for the Decepticons. But when someone from his past comes back to Earth for peace, he is will to go to great lenght to get him back.
Watching from the viewing area, Prowl stood there with a familiar stoic look on his face as Ratchet was repairing Bluestreak below him. The damages done to the younger mech were all easily fixed and there was no internal damage as Ironhide had first feared. The older mech only had minor field repair work under his belt after all. So, he was going to be all right. He was going to make it out of this whole event, even after Ratchet shouted at him for going out alone.
Standing there, Prowl gave every appearance of his customary serenity. He was calm, he was collected. He was in totally control.
Then how come inside his spark, he felt nothing but panic and ache?
Logic ruled his life. It was logic that told him that Bluestreak was going to be ok. Ratchet was the best and the damage was easy enough to fix. It was his emotions that were refusing to let him get on with his work. The emotions that only a few had ever seen. One of those mechs was dead now
No matter how many times he had seen Bluestreak on the table like this, he always flashed back to when the two of them had first met. It was a day that would be imprinted into his memory banks until the end.
Never in his time with the Autobots had Prowl seen such a small mech on the table in the medbay. He stood there to the side, trying to look and catch a glimpse of what was going on. Ratchet was working fast with his young apprentice, First Aid, at his side. They were expecting many survivors from the city. Everything was set up for the masses that were supposed to arrive.
Too bad there was only one.
“Pretty sad, isn’t it?”
“Would you accept anything else, Jazz?” commented Prowl as he glance back to the silver mech behind him
“I guess not,” said Jazz as he stood right next to Prowl, “Primus, only one survived?”
“Yes, we have spent the past five orns searching,” Prowl informed him, “The body count almost matches the last recorded of the population.”
“Slag...” swore Jazz, shaking his head, “Ya think they couldn’t do much worse, than they do..”
“We should have learned this by now. They have been losing more numbers with each battle. Megatron must have thought he could have convinced the elders to join them. There were quite a few younglings and a major trading spot for merchants,” said Prowl, “If Megatron controlled that state, it would have been a major step for him with new soldiers and a source of supplies and energon.”
“Well, he can’t make use of them now,” sighed Jazz, “It’s enou-“
Screaming sounded over the comm. systems. Turning their attention away from their conversation, the two high rank offices looked down the med bay and spied what was going on. The small youngling was awake, screaming his head off and holding one of Ratchet’s tools in front of him. First Aid and Ratchet were doing their best to calm the youngling, get him to drop the tool before hurt himself or others.
“Frag it, give that back,” snapped Ratchet as he took a swipe only to have the youngling duck under him. His door wings were twitching frantically, and fear was radiating from his face and his single remaining red optic. The other was broken by whatever the small one had been through. They would have to replace them both, as they only had one colour of replacement optics that small.
“Ratchet, you’re scaring him,” scolded First Aid.
“Excuse me for wanting to get my tool back from the kid before he kills himself,” growled Ratchet.
“You have to talk to him more gently,” said First Aid.
Kneeling so that he would be optic level with the youngling, First Aid held out his hand towards him, “Here, why not hand that over to me? It would be a big favour for me,” he said coaxing towards the smaller mech.
“NO! I want Cade!” cried out the youngling as he threw the tool towards the two medics. The two of them ducked out of the way, while the small mech cried away, “Cade! Where is Cade!?”
“What’s going on?” asked Jazz as he and Prowl came running into the lab.
“What do you think? That we are having a party here?!” shouted Ratchet, waving his hand towards the two.
Turning his attention away from his friend and the two medics, Prowl looked towards the youngling. Taking in the moment, the more he thought about it, the more the small mech look so fragile.
“...Cade...Cade!”
The small shout brought Prowl from his thoughts as the youngling was looking straight at him, holding his small injured arms towards him. The small door wings were still moving, but slowing down. Prowl didn’t know what to do, but he had to do something.
“Prowl, what do you think you are doing?” asked First Aid, shocked “You don’t have training to handle him!”
Holding himself back, Prowl glanced back towards the others and stood back. Yes, what was he thinking...He should know better than to move the youngling right now. He was still in terrible conditions and any sudden movements could cause serious damage to the repair process.
“Cade...” sniffed the youngling as he tried again to reach out towards Prowl, a confused look on his face, “Cade!”
“He is going to be fine, Prowl. There is no need to watch over him like this.”
Looking back, the white and black mech glanced towards the huge mass of Optimus coming behind him. A smile tried to appeared over his face, but failed at the sight of his old friend. How could he smile, be happy after what just had happened, “I have to worry about him, Optimus.”
“Ironhide just handed me the report on what happened out there,” said Optimus as he walked over and stood on his taction’s left. Concern filled his optics as he placed a hand on Prowl’s shoulder, “You knew that this was going to happen sooner or later.”
“There is a possibility that Bluestreak never saw him. Ratchet said he lost quite a bit of energon and would have quickly gone into stasis lock. From the marks it was easy to see the Decepticon Havoc was the one responsible for them,” said Prowl, “And there is the fact that he might have not recognized Bluestreak at all. It has been eons, after all, and he has had many upgrades since then.”
Optimus shook his head, “Do you really believe that? You saw what Ironhide saw, correct?”
Prowl’s shoulders fell a bit. Yes, he had seen something. Something he really didn’t want to admit to spying. He had seen the heated argument between Havoc and Barricade. Normally, this wouldn’t be a big deal, but considering that Bluestreak was on the ground between them and Ironhide and himself were coming up fast...the logical choice for any Decepticon would have been to destroy the wounded Autobot first.
But that never happened.
“Bluestreak would never have recognized him. Decepticon and Autobot body designs differ from each other with upgrades,” said Prowl, “He would be completely different since they last saw each other.”
“And their bond?”
Oh, Optimus knew where to hit. Prowl just turned away from the Prime back to watching Ratchet adding the last of the new plating over the wound. Of course, he should have thought about that.
“They never disconnected from each other. They were just torn apart at a young age, it just became weaker over time. While it is not as strong a creation bond as Sideswipe and Sunstreaker, it is strong enough to re-connect if close enough to its match,” explained Optimus, “He knows...or at least has a feeling maybe.”
“Or he can count it up to a near-death experience and believe what he saw was not real,” said Prowl, frowning .
“I know you want to protect him from the truth, Prowl...”
“I had to Optimus,” said Prowl as he crunched his hands into fists, “You weren’t there when Bluestreak woke up, screaming out his name, scared out of his mind and needing joors to calm back down into recharge orns afters orns since we found him. To keep on telling him that his brother was gone and reunited with his creators in the Matrix...to listen to stories of how cool his brother was, how he was always able to find him, how he protected him from the bullies that would try and steal his belongings...Only to find out vorns later that his brother has survived and was now killing off our friends and team mates.”
Reaching out, Optimus rested one of his large hands on one of Prowl’s shoulders in a comforting fashion. He knew how hard Prowl was hurting. To have something he wanted to avoid almost become a reality. There really wasn’t anything they could do about it.
“Ratchet is about finish with his repairs. You will be able to see him in a bit...” said Optimus as he started to leave the room, “Afterwards, come to my office. With the likes of Swindle and Havoc now on Earth, we have to discuss some kind of plan if there are more Decepticons.”
“Thank you, sir...”
“I have to say...I am most disappointed in you two.”
Standing there, Barricade knew that there were thousands of other places he would rather be right now than here with Swindle in front of the large form of Thunderwing. The former Lord of Vos was standing there, his large arms cross over his equal large chest. With the lack of light, it was hard to see him as his dark blue, black and purple paint job seemed to blend into the shadows. If it wasn’t for the red optics glowing straight at them, Barricade was sure he wouldn’t have noticed him.
“Sorry, Commander,” said Swindle as he knelt down to the ground, “You know Havoc’s habits, and he is quite hard to control when he wishes to...harm someone.”
“That doesn’t matter. All that matters is that you both allowed this to happen, allowing him to expose our cover. While you were able to cause damage to one of their own, they injured one of us. They have us out numbered right now and have time to prepare,” said Thunderwing as he took a few steps towards the two much smaller Decepticons, his body looming over them, “Now...I will let you both off with a warning this time. Do not let this happen again or I will allow Guileforce to use you both in his spark mitosis experiments. He complains he doesn’t have enough test subjects.”
“We know, Commander Thunderwing...” stated Barricade, with a nod of understanding. It was rather rare for Cybertronians to have the proper systems and programs built within their bodies to create new sparks and personalities. Now that the All Spark was gone, these few beings, called femmes, were the key to the survival of the whole race. There were even fewer opportunities for the Decepticons to increase their numbers as most of them had sided with the Autobots. If any femmes showed up, they would be most likely be Autobots, and their numbers would slowly grow. The Cons needed an edge.
“Now, get out of my sight before...” said Thunderwing waving them off.
Bowing one more time, the two Cons quickly took their leave of their commander. Barricade couldn’t wait to get back on the road again. He had to get his mind on something else. It kept travelling back to Bluestreak. How stupid was he? He was supposed to be the older brother, he was supposed to watch after Blue and make sure he would be ok, safe. He shouldn’t have allow Havoc and Swindle to go so far with hurting Bluestreak. He had been more worried about his own back than that of his family unit.
Feeling a hand on his shoulder, Barricade quickly grabbed a hold of the owner and drove it into the wall. There facing him now was the smug face of Swindle.
“Now, now, there is no need to get rough,” said Swindle with a light chuckle.
“Slag off,” Barricade hissed as he dropped the army jeep to the ground, “I have a patrol to get to...”
“I suppose...I bet you want to see if your little Autobot friend is all right after that attack,” said Swindle, standing back up and leaning against the wall.
That was enough to stop Barricade in his tracks. How...? Turning around, his optics narrowed in anger towards Swindle, “What are you talking about?”
Swindle laughed a bit as he pushed himself off the wall and took a few steps over to Barricade, “I think you know what I mean. You were the one that shot Havoc back there, not some Autobot. Frag, I almost believed it was one of them.”
“You have to defrag your memory or something, Swindle,” hissed Barricade as he pointed towards his head, “Why in the Pit would I shoot that slagger?”
“Cause he was about kill that little Autobot,” chuckled Swindle, taunting the police car, “I don’t know why though, but I am going to find out sooner or later.”
His systems started to heat up as Barricade held himself back from ripping the little con artist apart right there in the middle of the hallway. He knew that someone might see them and wonder what was up. Swindle would tell them and he would be in serious trouble.
“You have no proof,” responded Barricade.
“I think you forget a little something,” said Swindle.
As he was about to ask what, something flew right past his head and straight towards Swindle. Steadying himself, Barricade growled as he focussed his attention on the small bird-like drone sitting on Swindle's shoulder, “Should have known..”
“Yeah, you should have. Garboil here is my eyes all around. Never can tell when someone might do something...interesting that I should know about,” said Swindle, “He as all the information I need so that Thunderwing and Guileforce...deal with it.”
Hissing, Barricade knew that he was trapped. There was no way he could get out of this. He could beat up Swindle, but he would hand over the information and then he would be in trouble and maybe Bluestreak would be targeted. Thunderwing would want to know why he had protected him like that. It left him with only one choice.
“What do you want Swindle?” said Barricade, straining against the urged to pound the other to scrap.
Laughing, Swindle draped his arm over the enforcer’s shoulder while his drone partner chirped away, “Glad to hear that. You know...I could use your help with this new venture. Ever hear about these things humans call drugs...?”
Moaning, Bluestreak felt his systems coming on line again as his optics came in to focus. Trying to sit up, he found himself being forced back down. Looking up, he wondered who was there. Where was he anyway? The last thing he could remember was the Decepticons...
“Bluestreak, are you ok...?”
“Prowl...Prowl!” cried out Blue as he saw his guardian next to him, inside the ARC medbay. Yes, he was safe.
“Easy, you are still damaged,” said Prowl with a gentle smile, rubbing Bluestreak’s shoulder calmly, “You had me worried there.”
“I am so sorry, Prowl. I didn’t mean to make you worry like that. Those Decepticons appeared out of no where and I tried so hard to fight back. They just kept on coming back. As soon as I pushed one out of the way, the other would come and start attacking me. I really sor-“
“Blue, it is ok. I know it isn’t your fault. It was bound to happen,” explained Prowl as Bluestreak started to rant.
“I know! I know! I was just so glad when you finally shown up before I ...off -lined...” said Blue as his optics started to dim a bit. All this was causing to tire him out.
“You saw me? Before went you off line?” said Prowl, a bit surprised. He knew that didn’t happen. Could that mean he saw something else?
“Yeah...for a second, I thought you were him...My spark reacted, but maybe not...” said Bluestreak as he drifted back into recharge mode, leaving Prowl with a shock looked on his face.
“I thought you were...Barricade...”
Rating: PG-13/T
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, just Havoc and Guileforce. tomorrow4eva on FF.net beta for me.
Summary: For eons, Barricade thought that his family was gone and slowly became the killer, a hunter for the Decepticons. But when someone from his past comes back to Earth for peace, he is will to go to great lenght to get him back.
Watching from the viewing area, Prowl stood there with a familiar stoic look on his face as Ratchet was repairing Bluestreak below him. The damages done to the younger mech were all easily fixed and there was no internal damage as Ironhide had first feared. The older mech only had minor field repair work under his belt after all. So, he was going to be all right. He was going to make it out of this whole event, even after Ratchet shouted at him for going out alone.
Standing there, Prowl gave every appearance of his customary serenity. He was calm, he was collected. He was in totally control.
Then how come inside his spark, he felt nothing but panic and ache?
Logic ruled his life. It was logic that told him that Bluestreak was going to be ok. Ratchet was the best and the damage was easy enough to fix. It was his emotions that were refusing to let him get on with his work. The emotions that only a few had ever seen. One of those mechs was dead now
No matter how many times he had seen Bluestreak on the table like this, he always flashed back to when the two of them had first met. It was a day that would be imprinted into his memory banks until the end.
Never in his time with the Autobots had Prowl seen such a small mech on the table in the medbay. He stood there to the side, trying to look and catch a glimpse of what was going on. Ratchet was working fast with his young apprentice, First Aid, at his side. They were expecting many survivors from the city. Everything was set up for the masses that were supposed to arrive.
Too bad there was only one.
“Pretty sad, isn’t it?”
“Would you accept anything else, Jazz?” commented Prowl as he glance back to the silver mech behind him
“I guess not,” said Jazz as he stood right next to Prowl, “Primus, only one survived?”
“Yes, we have spent the past five orns searching,” Prowl informed him, “The body count almost matches the last recorded of the population.”
“Slag...” swore Jazz, shaking his head, “Ya think they couldn’t do much worse, than they do..”
“We should have learned this by now. They have been losing more numbers with each battle. Megatron must have thought he could have convinced the elders to join them. There were quite a few younglings and a major trading spot for merchants,” said Prowl, “If Megatron controlled that state, it would have been a major step for him with new soldiers and a source of supplies and energon.”
“Well, he can’t make use of them now,” sighed Jazz, “It’s enou-“
Screaming sounded over the comm. systems. Turning their attention away from their conversation, the two high rank offices looked down the med bay and spied what was going on. The small youngling was awake, screaming his head off and holding one of Ratchet’s tools in front of him. First Aid and Ratchet were doing their best to calm the youngling, get him to drop the tool before hurt himself or others.
“Frag it, give that back,” snapped Ratchet as he took a swipe only to have the youngling duck under him. His door wings were twitching frantically, and fear was radiating from his face and his single remaining red optic. The other was broken by whatever the small one had been through. They would have to replace them both, as they only had one colour of replacement optics that small.
“Ratchet, you’re scaring him,” scolded First Aid.
“Excuse me for wanting to get my tool back from the kid before he kills himself,” growled Ratchet.
“You have to talk to him more gently,” said First Aid.
Kneeling so that he would be optic level with the youngling, First Aid held out his hand towards him, “Here, why not hand that over to me? It would be a big favour for me,” he said coaxing towards the smaller mech.
“NO! I want Cade!” cried out the youngling as he threw the tool towards the two medics. The two of them ducked out of the way, while the small mech cried away, “Cade! Where is Cade!?”
“What’s going on?” asked Jazz as he and Prowl came running into the lab.
“What do you think? That we are having a party here?!” shouted Ratchet, waving his hand towards the two.
Turning his attention away from his friend and the two medics, Prowl looked towards the youngling. Taking in the moment, the more he thought about it, the more the small mech look so fragile.
“...Cade...Cade!”
The small shout brought Prowl from his thoughts as the youngling was looking straight at him, holding his small injured arms towards him. The small door wings were still moving, but slowing down. Prowl didn’t know what to do, but he had to do something.
“Prowl, what do you think you are doing?” asked First Aid, shocked “You don’t have training to handle him!”
Holding himself back, Prowl glanced back towards the others and stood back. Yes, what was he thinking...He should know better than to move the youngling right now. He was still in terrible conditions and any sudden movements could cause serious damage to the repair process.
“Cade...” sniffed the youngling as he tried again to reach out towards Prowl, a confused look on his face, “Cade!”
“He is going to be fine, Prowl. There is no need to watch over him like this.”
Looking back, the white and black mech glanced towards the huge mass of Optimus coming behind him. A smile tried to appeared over his face, but failed at the sight of his old friend. How could he smile, be happy after what just had happened, “I have to worry about him, Optimus.”
“Ironhide just handed me the report on what happened out there,” said Optimus as he walked over and stood on his taction’s left. Concern filled his optics as he placed a hand on Prowl’s shoulder, “You knew that this was going to happen sooner or later.”
“There is a possibility that Bluestreak never saw him. Ratchet said he lost quite a bit of energon and would have quickly gone into stasis lock. From the marks it was easy to see the Decepticon Havoc was the one responsible for them,” said Prowl, “And there is the fact that he might have not recognized Bluestreak at all. It has been eons, after all, and he has had many upgrades since then.”
Optimus shook his head, “Do you really believe that? You saw what Ironhide saw, correct?”
Prowl’s shoulders fell a bit. Yes, he had seen something. Something he really didn’t want to admit to spying. He had seen the heated argument between Havoc and Barricade. Normally, this wouldn’t be a big deal, but considering that Bluestreak was on the ground between them and Ironhide and himself were coming up fast...the logical choice for any Decepticon would have been to destroy the wounded Autobot first.
But that never happened.
“Bluestreak would never have recognized him. Decepticon and Autobot body designs differ from each other with upgrades,” said Prowl, “He would be completely different since they last saw each other.”
“And their bond?”
Oh, Optimus knew where to hit. Prowl just turned away from the Prime back to watching Ratchet adding the last of the new plating over the wound. Of course, he should have thought about that.
“They never disconnected from each other. They were just torn apart at a young age, it just became weaker over time. While it is not as strong a creation bond as Sideswipe and Sunstreaker, it is strong enough to re-connect if close enough to its match,” explained Optimus, “He knows...or at least has a feeling maybe.”
“Or he can count it up to a near-death experience and believe what he saw was not real,” said Prowl, frowning .
“I know you want to protect him from the truth, Prowl...”
“I had to Optimus,” said Prowl as he crunched his hands into fists, “You weren’t there when Bluestreak woke up, screaming out his name, scared out of his mind and needing joors to calm back down into recharge orns afters orns since we found him. To keep on telling him that his brother was gone and reunited with his creators in the Matrix...to listen to stories of how cool his brother was, how he was always able to find him, how he protected him from the bullies that would try and steal his belongings...Only to find out vorns later that his brother has survived and was now killing off our friends and team mates.”
Reaching out, Optimus rested one of his large hands on one of Prowl’s shoulders in a comforting fashion. He knew how hard Prowl was hurting. To have something he wanted to avoid almost become a reality. There really wasn’t anything they could do about it.
“Ratchet is about finish with his repairs. You will be able to see him in a bit...” said Optimus as he started to leave the room, “Afterwards, come to my office. With the likes of Swindle and Havoc now on Earth, we have to discuss some kind of plan if there are more Decepticons.”
“Thank you, sir...”
“I have to say...I am most disappointed in you two.”
Standing there, Barricade knew that there were thousands of other places he would rather be right now than here with Swindle in front of the large form of Thunderwing. The former Lord of Vos was standing there, his large arms cross over his equal large chest. With the lack of light, it was hard to see him as his dark blue, black and purple paint job seemed to blend into the shadows. If it wasn’t for the red optics glowing straight at them, Barricade was sure he wouldn’t have noticed him.
“Sorry, Commander,” said Swindle as he knelt down to the ground, “You know Havoc’s habits, and he is quite hard to control when he wishes to...harm someone.”
“That doesn’t matter. All that matters is that you both allowed this to happen, allowing him to expose our cover. While you were able to cause damage to one of their own, they injured one of us. They have us out numbered right now and have time to prepare,” said Thunderwing as he took a few steps towards the two much smaller Decepticons, his body looming over them, “Now...I will let you both off with a warning this time. Do not let this happen again or I will allow Guileforce to use you both in his spark mitosis experiments. He complains he doesn’t have enough test subjects.”
“We know, Commander Thunderwing...” stated Barricade, with a nod of understanding. It was rather rare for Cybertronians to have the proper systems and programs built within their bodies to create new sparks and personalities. Now that the All Spark was gone, these few beings, called femmes, were the key to the survival of the whole race. There were even fewer opportunities for the Decepticons to increase their numbers as most of them had sided with the Autobots. If any femmes showed up, they would be most likely be Autobots, and their numbers would slowly grow. The Cons needed an edge.
“Now, get out of my sight before...” said Thunderwing waving them off.
Bowing one more time, the two Cons quickly took their leave of their commander. Barricade couldn’t wait to get back on the road again. He had to get his mind on something else. It kept travelling back to Bluestreak. How stupid was he? He was supposed to be the older brother, he was supposed to watch after Blue and make sure he would be ok, safe. He shouldn’t have allow Havoc and Swindle to go so far with hurting Bluestreak. He had been more worried about his own back than that of his family unit.
Feeling a hand on his shoulder, Barricade quickly grabbed a hold of the owner and drove it into the wall. There facing him now was the smug face of Swindle.
“Now, now, there is no need to get rough,” said Swindle with a light chuckle.
“Slag off,” Barricade hissed as he dropped the army jeep to the ground, “I have a patrol to get to...”
“I suppose...I bet you want to see if your little Autobot friend is all right after that attack,” said Swindle, standing back up and leaning against the wall.
That was enough to stop Barricade in his tracks. How...? Turning around, his optics narrowed in anger towards Swindle, “What are you talking about?”
Swindle laughed a bit as he pushed himself off the wall and took a few steps over to Barricade, “I think you know what I mean. You were the one that shot Havoc back there, not some Autobot. Frag, I almost believed it was one of them.”
“You have to defrag your memory or something, Swindle,” hissed Barricade as he pointed towards his head, “Why in the Pit would I shoot that slagger?”
“Cause he was about kill that little Autobot,” chuckled Swindle, taunting the police car, “I don’t know why though, but I am going to find out sooner or later.”
His systems started to heat up as Barricade held himself back from ripping the little con artist apart right there in the middle of the hallway. He knew that someone might see them and wonder what was up. Swindle would tell them and he would be in serious trouble.
“You have no proof,” responded Barricade.
“I think you forget a little something,” said Swindle.
As he was about to ask what, something flew right past his head and straight towards Swindle. Steadying himself, Barricade growled as he focussed his attention on the small bird-like drone sitting on Swindle's shoulder, “Should have known..”
“Yeah, you should have. Garboil here is my eyes all around. Never can tell when someone might do something...interesting that I should know about,” said Swindle, “He as all the information I need so that Thunderwing and Guileforce...deal with it.”
Hissing, Barricade knew that he was trapped. There was no way he could get out of this. He could beat up Swindle, but he would hand over the information and then he would be in trouble and maybe Bluestreak would be targeted. Thunderwing would want to know why he had protected him like that. It left him with only one choice.
“What do you want Swindle?” said Barricade, straining against the urged to pound the other to scrap.
Laughing, Swindle draped his arm over the enforcer’s shoulder while his drone partner chirped away, “Glad to hear that. You know...I could use your help with this new venture. Ever hear about these things humans call drugs...?”
Moaning, Bluestreak felt his systems coming on line again as his optics came in to focus. Trying to sit up, he found himself being forced back down. Looking up, he wondered who was there. Where was he anyway? The last thing he could remember was the Decepticons...
“Bluestreak, are you ok...?”
“Prowl...Prowl!” cried out Blue as he saw his guardian next to him, inside the ARC medbay. Yes, he was safe.
“Easy, you are still damaged,” said Prowl with a gentle smile, rubbing Bluestreak’s shoulder calmly, “You had me worried there.”
“I am so sorry, Prowl. I didn’t mean to make you worry like that. Those Decepticons appeared out of no where and I tried so hard to fight back. They just kept on coming back. As soon as I pushed one out of the way, the other would come and start attacking me. I really sor-“
“Blue, it is ok. I know it isn’t your fault. It was bound to happen,” explained Prowl as Bluestreak started to rant.
“I know! I know! I was just so glad when you finally shown up before I ...off -lined...” said Blue as his optics started to dim a bit. All this was causing to tire him out.
“You saw me? Before went you off line?” said Prowl, a bit surprised. He knew that didn’t happen. Could that mean he saw something else?
“Yeah...for a second, I thought you were him...My spark reacted, but maybe not...” said Bluestreak as he drifted back into recharge mode, leaving Prowl with a shock looked on his face.
“I thought you were...Barricade...”