A/N: For WavyTheFur. Don't ask why or what I am doing exactly. We just started talking and if you've read her story, Hunt You Down, then you'd kinda know what's going on her. Nothing to be taken too seriously, I guess. Just a little fun and slight Blurr abuse. Heh.
This would be the part where I say 'Read and Review please' but I personally don't care with this one. It was done in like 20 minutes and it's not my best work plus it was just for fun so eh. Review or don't, I don't care. I'm going to sleep.
Title: First Impressions
Characters: Blurr, Echo (OC femme)
Summary: Blurr returns to Earth to find that things have changed over the stellar cycles
Rating: G
Warnings: none
The space bridge sitting atop Sumdac Tower was a moderately used one. Ratchet often made trips back to his clinic on Cybertron for supplies, Bulkhead was often called upon to go perform maintenence on the space bridges there, Optimus for his occasional meetings with Ultra Magnus, and Prowl used it once a every other month to go check on the students at the Cyberninja Academy. Every once in awhile, a select few Cybertronians visited Earth to see if it was worth a temporary transfer that sometimes became permanent.
It was a surprise to the few Cybertronians guarding the bridge when the machine activated with a blue orb of transwarp energy. A few nanosecs passed before anyone came through, and that someone happened to be a long, unseen Elite Guard agent. Blurr. He hit the ground with a grunt of surprise and rose to his pedes.
"Agent Blurr?" The guards cried in unison, rushing to the mech's side to see if he needed help. However, he didn't pay them any mind and was gone before either could stop him.
'I-have-to-find-Bumblebee-and-the-others-and-tell-them-what-happened-to-me. I'm-sure-they've-all-been-wondering.' While the fast-paced thought ran through his meta, deep down, his real concern was to see if Bumblebee had come to his senses and left that prat of ninjabot.
However, Detriot had changed over the stellar cycles he'd spent trapped in one of Cybertron's garbage dumps and even longer being repaired, his spark being transferred to a preconstructed protoform, but his processor had taken awhile to reboot. Now that he was up and running (something he was truly grateful for), his only thought was to catch up on lost time he could've spent with the yellow mech.
'Slag! This-place-is-so-confusing-now! How-am-I-supposed-to-find...' A flash of yellow and black distracted him, making him skid to halt. Whatever it had been, it wasn't in an alt mode. It was a Cybertronian. 'Bumblebee?' Picking up his speed, he raced after what he thought was the yellow mech. He caught up to him in no time. Once Blurr saw the same yellow-and-black color scheme, he tackled the bot, throwing his arms around them.
"Bumblebee !It's-so-good-to-see-you!"
"Uh...I think you're confusing me with.." Blurr didn't seem to notice that the voice speaking to him had a feminine edge and continued speaking in his usual barely coherent pace.
"Hey-Bee-I-have-to-know. Are-you-still-with-that-stuck-up-aft-of-a-ninja-bot?" Silence greeted him. Then...
CLANG!
A yellow and black fisted servo slammed into the side of his faceplate spending him sprawling to the ground. Holding his cheek, Blurr looked up in bewilderment, his optics widening when he saw that the form he'd been holding onto under the belief that it was Bumblebee was a femme.
"How dare you talk about my father like that!" Sky-blue optics narrowed at him, her denta clenched into a disdainful sneer. Blurr couldn't help but notice her lip-components were two-tone, not common with femmes, the top lip a light yellow while the bottom was black. He took a moment to look her over.
Curved arm guards that tapered to points just above her elbow and over her servos. The guards on her legs also tapered to points over her knee joints. Black stripes decorated her armour just above the edges. Looking closer at her, he saw that her helm looked like Bumblebee's own with minor differences (no horns, the curved lines, the metal that framed her faceplates like bangs, and ponytail attachment), but her chassis, with its black 'W' and partially intersecting racing stripe design, looked the most like...
"Prowl-is-your-father?" He could only meekly ask, feeling his spark sink. As if to answer, he heard her comm. link crackle with static until a familiar voice came through.
:Echo, you're needed back at base. Drive carefully: Giving Blurr one last glare, she tapped the side of her helm to respond and turned on her heel.
"I'm not a sparkling anymore, Dad. I know how to drive. I'm on my way." Shifting to an alt mode Blurr recognized as a something humans called a motor-cross bike, she sped off down the streets, weaving in between cars and trucks until he couldn't see her anymore.
Blinking in surprise, Blurr got to his pedes, rubbing his stinging cheek-plate. With something like apprehension, he realized he'd fragged off Prowl and Bumblebee's youngling femme. He decided it would be best if he avoided the Autobot's base for a few days.