Day's Like This

"One moment of patience may ward off a great disaster, one moment of impatience may ruin a whole life." -Chinese Wisdom

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Why she suddenly started thinking about jets was because of the military jet that was coming up from somewhere toward the left of her house. Because of her unique ability to put sounds with their correct object, she didn't worry. A seeker jet or any Transformer flyer and a normal Earth jet, to a normal, human ear would sound exactly the same. Blair knew other wise even though she couldn't describe the slight difference in the two engines.

The best thing she had come up with was that a Transformer jet engines purred softer than a Earth jet. Where an Earth jet had more of a growl to it. It made just as much sense as it didn't.

Blair looked up and watched the jet pass by at least going in the hundred mph range; its gray frame nothing but a messed up blur. She actually liked that a Transformer flyer had a large variety of colors. If they didn't it would be hard to point them out from the others even with her ability.

Blair sighed heavily as she stood up and streched with the 24 fl oz of Welch's glass bottle still in hand. With a loud yawn she streched some more and then bluntly dropped her arms like a rag doll and slouched her shoulders.

A slight breez picked up, catching her shirt and lose hair making it sway in its fingers. She raised her chin toward the sky and closed her eyes and listened to nothing only the now soft hum of the retreating jet engine. Taking a breath then letting it out she opened her eyes and looked down the driveway. Pulling up down the long driveway was the mailman in his old worn out car.

She had meet and chatted with the forty-year-old man for about ten minutes on day. He was a nice guy but his car made her sick. Being a mechanic and all she would have loved to get her hands on the poor excuse of a car and give it at least a decent overhaul.

With a faint buzz of its engine the car drove off toward the right, Blair watching it the whole time. Licking her dry lips she leaned down and sat the bottle down and began her trek toward the mailbox.

She still didn't recall why she had decided to wait for the mail to arive today but she did. Once in a great long while she'd wait for mail to come but only on days like this. In the years past days like this had come and gone but she wouldn't wait. She felt the fill of guilt rush over her for some reason. Why, Blair didn't know the answer to that either. It wasn't like she depened on it she didn't even have to get the mail; she could wait and tell he sister to get it when she got home. Shrugging the feeling off just as it had come but that slight frown was still on her face.

Blair felt the soft grass between her unpretected toes. She knew she was an idoit for walking bare footed but she did it anyway. Back when she was little and was still discovering the world and was free to roam the land around her child hood home she'd go bare foot all the time. Blair had lived to regret it more than once but as time past her feet became immune to the roughness of the ground. She had stepped on nails, thorns, thorns form pinecones, glass, and even a wire end or two. After some time she'd only let out a yelp and like a snap of her fingers she'd regain herself and sit down and dig the random object out. As she had gotten older just when she was becoming 'bord' with the lack of amusement of the outside world she discovered the problems with Tetnus shots. Blair hated needles. Luckily she also started wearing shoes more often.

At last Blair, for some reason, was starring down into the grass instead of watching where she was going. She stopped suddenly and bent over and plucked something out of the grass. Fumbling it around, Blair starred down at the dirty piece of glass. Using her thump and index finger she started cleaning it off. She started walking again watching the brown glass appear in her hand. With out realizing it she started frowning suddenly angry. Why she didn't put much thought into it all but three thoughts. Why was she mad at an inanimate object? She was fool walking around bare footed! How ironic it was that she so happened to find a the glass since she had just been thinking about the subject. And what an odd place to find a piece of beer glass!

Maybe it belonged to Root Beer?

The sound of a sporty engine drew her out of her thoughts and looked up toward the road that was only yards away now. Blair looked over to her left where the trees stood and felt her lips curl up into a evil smile. Moving her right foot behind the other. She shifted her weight and with out looking adjusted the little piece of glass in her hand so it was seating between her index, middle finger, and thump.

Drawing her arm back and gaining a serious expression, she tossed it like a baseball player tossing a baseball. She watched for about a second until the glass disappeared from her site. Toning out the sound of the incoming car in the distance she waited and listened for the shard to finally hit the trees. Blair smiled triumphantly as she heard it, but just barely.

Blair turned back toward the road and finally realized the car was coming to a stop. She continued walking toward the road as a gleaming gold-tented car came up slowly blocking her path from the mailbox. The car turned into the driveway. She stopped where she was and starred blankly down at the gold Lamborghini Countach's hood. The Countach slowed and with carefulness she didn't know the car possessed it came to an un-car like stop just inches from her waits, its engine purring softly. A rare recognition that the Countach was in a 'good' mood but for some reason the purring made Blair think other wise about the Countach. It didn't sound . . . at ease.

With that same blank look, Blair sidestepped and coutinued her trek toward the black mailbox. She heard the Countach shift gears and start backing up.

"Here without your significant other?" she asked her voice with just the slightest edge of sarcasm

She heard the car make a sound with its engine "He doesn't have to follow me everywhere," he began its 'voice' irritated sounding "I'm not his keeper." He countinued almost growling like "Or vice versa." he finished stopping and watching Blair open the mail box and retrieve in componets

Blair looked over the mail silently and the Countach sat there quietly as she did so. Shifting his front tires left to right then back forward position "What are you doing?" he asked

Blair didn't glance over at the surprising rare sound in his voice. It all most sounded like he was truely curious. A rare fetcher in this type of car.

"Checking my mail." was the only thing she said

"Anything worth while?"

"No. Unless you like junk mail and bills?"

The Countach made another sound with his engine that sounded a lot like a snort of disgust. "I may not be matched up with Earth culture yet but I know what thoughts things are. So nooo thanks."

Blair let out a laugh tucking the mail under her arm and started walking back to the house. She looked over her shoulder as the sound of motors turning and latchs just audible unlatching and latching back filled her ears. Their standing toweing over her was a bright gold titan standing at least twenty-five-feet tall.

Blair turned back not even had stopped and look over at her house. Two stories, a plane front excpet for the porch that looked like something that kind of got left behind in time but at the same time looked like it had been made yesterday. The 'classic look' her dad had once said. Blair, Rachael, and their dad weren't much of the gardening type but the front porch meant a lot to them all. It was that one place where they would some how meet at the same time and stay just talking for hours one end.

Signal wood rails with large fine wood steps held up by small stone beams. Hanging in each of the gaps where decorated beams parted hung little lamps that looked like they would came from Japan. They would glow brightly at night and even brighter on some occasions. On the far end of the porch toward the right hung a hammock. Three chairs sat on the porch along with one old fashioned rocking chair.

Blair walked up the steps as her companion came to a stop at the bottom of them. She went toward the door and opened it and sat the mail down on a little desk that sat on the inside of the screen door an went back out to keep her guest company.

"So why you here Sunstreaker?" she asked as she came up and sat on the top step

The first time a Transformer had set down on the steps she along with he sister was amazed that the steps held up under the stress of the weight. Bot's the size of Sunstreaker where the only ones Blair and Rachael would allow to set on the steps just in case. She looked up at the mech seating beside her now.

Letting out a heavy sigh "Nothing just had to get out of the Ark for a little while."

That wasn't the reply Blair had suspected but she played along. She let a small smile cross her face as she looked back down and pulled her knees to her chest. She knew what Sunstreaker had said only half the truth. Now she just had to figure out the rest of the truth even if she had her suspicions.

"Some one getting under your armor, Sunny?" more of a statement that a question

"Yea" his face turned into a fake smile then went back to a frown

Somehow in situations like this Blair had found out that she could gain this sixth sense of just knowing. Usually that was all it would take.

It was Sunstreakes turn to bring his knees to his chest. Another rare gesture from the Countach. Blair knew something was bugging the gold warrior now and that it was particularly hard for him to talk out his feels openly, that's just how he worked. Blair waited patently for him to figure himself out. She got a good idea who had gotten under is armor all right. Blair would on normal occasions been a little flustered knowing she was a last resort but knowing that she was an only resort for this particular mech cancelled the 'last resort' part out.

"Can I ask who and what about?" still staring out toward the lawn that was her front yard

"That significant other you where talking about and he was just being . . .Sideswipe." The two didn't realize it but they where in similar postitions now on the porch.

Blair let out a soft chuckle completely understanding what he meant. No, she didn't have a twin but she had Rachael who was close enough as a twin as someone could get. Even if they were completely different they were the same.

Blair picked up the Welch's bottle and unscrewed the led off and downed several gulps. Placing the led back on then placing the glass bottle back down. She looked back up toward the sky noticing that the sky was changing colors. She looked down at her watch on her wrist. It read nearly seven-thirty at night; her sister would most likely be getting home in a few.

"Have you ever heard of Confucius, Sunny?" she asked all of a sudden

Sunstreaker looked down at his human companion with an optic ridge raised "Run that by me again." his voice betraying that sound of cunfusion. Blair laughed out loud as she placed her arms behind her on the porch to support herself. Sunstreaker frowned and narrowed his optics at her not liking the idea of someone laughing at him.

"Don't worry. Guess you wouldn't know him being from another planet an all." Regaining her poseur Blair looked up and into Sunstreakers narrowed blue optics not even fazed by that heated look she was getting.

"Confucius was a Chinese philosopher known for his quotes and stuff like that. I had to do a report on him when I was in eleventh grade."

"And your point is?"

"He who is really kind can never be unhappy . . ." she said letting the ancient words roll across her tongue. Sunstreaker looked down at her, with his mouth slightly ajar. Snapping his mouth shut he looked back out over toward the line of the Earth threw the small trees that lined the nearest ditch to Bliar's house. He understood the meaning but didn't know what to say. Blair knew that was only an excert from the small poem but the rest wasn't called for now.

"You know Blair I'm not known for my gentalness," his voice mumbled by his arms that was crossed over his knees.

Bliar looked up at her companion a slight frown on her face. Placing her elbow on her knee then holding her head up with the palm of her hand she sighed realizing what he meant.

"I know" was all she could say "When you see a worthy person, endeavor to emulate him, when you see an unworthy person, then examine your inner self!" She said to herself out loud. Her voice sounded like it was miles away in a distant land. When Sunstreaker looked down at the in thought girl he realized something, what it was he wasn't sure.

He found himself curious "What does that mean?" he watched her lips curl up into a smile

"You'd be insulted if I told you," she said back grabbing her bottle of grape juice again

"No I wont!" he protested back like a child telling his mom that he could

"Sunstreaker I know you better than that." she remarked back putting the bottom of the bottle on her right knee

Sunstreaker turned his upper body so he could face her a little better "So come on tell me! I don't want to have to ask someone else. I have a rep to keep up ya know. It will drive me crazy eventually!" Blair couldn't help but love that expression on his face of utter determination

She sighed giving up "If you think someone else is not perfect you need to look at yourself because you aren't perfect either." then took a gulp of her grape juice

Sunstreaker clenched and unclenched his fist realizing fully what this all meant. She ceased to amaze him at how much she could catch on to and not even know the whole story. He turned back to looking back and instead this time he looked up at the sky and at the few stars that littered the now darkening sky above. Movement coming from his right caught his attention. He watched Blair stand up and headed for the screen door again. He looked up at the little reed lamps that hung on the porch as they flickered on. He looked up even more at the little lamps that hung only inches from his head making his helmet and optics glow. They danced around his faceplate as a soft cool breeze caught them.

Blair let the screen door close on its own making that irritating noise as it slowling shut. She turned back around just in time to see that priceless look on Sunstreaker's faceplate. She had never seen that look on his face. It looked so . . . un-Sunstreaker like. It reminded her of a young child who just discovered something new. He looked down sensing that he was being watched and met Blair's goldish eye's. She had her left arm crossed under her breasts, her left hand holding her right elbow, and her right hand holding up her head. She had a soft smile on her face.

Sunstreaker felt the energon rush to his faceplate as he blushed and turned snapping back around away from his single audience and let out the closes thing to a cough that a Transformer could make. He heard her soft foot steps come up behind him. Looking down he watched her walk down the steps. Just as she got to the bottom she turned around and streched her hand out toward him.

"Come on"

Sunstreaker cocked his head to one side a confused look on his face. Why he still didn't understand to this day why he took her hand but he did and made sure not to crush it.

"What are we doing?" he asked

"Aren't we just full of questions today?" she remarked back teasing him

Sunstreaker made a face at her only acceding in making her laugh. The soft gental laugh of her's that he liked was soothing for some reason.

Blair let go of his hand as they came to the center of the front yard. He watched in a confused manner as she layed down right there, her arms above her head and her legs spread like a small V. Her eye lids shut. Sunstreaker just stood there silently like a lost puppy.

Opening her eyes "Well are you going to lay down or not. And don't give me none of that load of 'I could get grass in my joints' crap." her voice serious for the first time since her had arrived

"Well I wasn't thinking about it until you said something." crossing his arms over his broad chest just cutting the edge of serious

Blair rolled he eyes and sighed then she remembered somthing he had promised to Sunstreaker's twin only yesterday. "I'm giving your brother a free waxing, wash, and interior cleaning, you know the whole shebang, early tomorrow. I was thinking about giving you one to with that hard to get polish you like so much but since---"

"All right, all right you made your point." He interrupted lying down beside her "I'm such a sucker it's sad." to himself

Blair smiled triumphantly at her job well done as she watched him lay down only a few feet from her. Placing his arms behind his head like a pillow. The two sat in silence for a long time just watching the stars coming out. Blair looked around scanning the sky finding spring constellations such as the Big Dipper, Regulus, Spica, and Arcturus.

For some reason something ran across her mind that she hadn't really thought about before "Hey Sunstreaker"

"Yeah?" still looking up at the stars

"Which on is Cybertron?"

Sunstreaker glanced down at her then back up at the stars, deep in thought. He coutinued looking up at the stars just hoping that he could figure it out. He suddenly felt ashamed for not knowing which glowing spick in the sky was his home.

Letting out a sigh he gave up "I have no idea" that shame in his voice

Blair didn't think much of it. She understood that it takes even a wanta-be Astronomer time to figure things like that out, some serious practice, and studying. She smiled and looked over at her companion. "Its all right, well ask later." she said softly

Sunstreaker off-lined his optics and listened to the sound around him. He heard a car pass bye but ignored it. He snapped his optics on as he felt something start climbing up his gold chest plate. Looking down he saw Bliar starting to lie down on him.

"What your watch!" he snapped remembering she wore the small device that could scratch his paint

Blair looked over at him with an equal scowl on her face. Letting out a grunt at him she undid her watch from her wrist and put it in her pocket then looked back up at him "Happy?" she growled

"Much."

Blair frowned some more then with a thud laid down just like she was still on the ground. As she got relaxed again so did her new 'bed'. She could hear the inside of him working. It was a soft just almost inaudible. She could also hear sound of a soft thumping sound like water passing threw a tube. 'No that's not right.' She thought to herself not able to relate anything else to the sound that was coming from Sunstreaker. Only that it kind of sounded like a heart beat except softer like water flowing at the same time.

She closed her eyes letting the sound relax her some more. She never forgot the first time she had heard that sound. It was a simliar occasion like this but she was at the Ark and with Optimus Prime seating up but still looking up at the stars.

Prime had been depressed even though he really didn't say it. Even though they had won that days battle it was at a price. More than half of the Ark's crew was in the med-bay. She had spent that whole day helping where she could. She had later been fiercely 'thrown out' of the med-bay by Ratchet because she looked like she was about to pass out from the none stop vigorous work she was doing.

That's when she found Optimus lost in thought outside seating on the rear of the Ark that wasn't covered my the volcano. After a while of talking and therapy for the leader she ended up falling asleep against his chest to the sound she was now listening to now in the gold Lamborghini. A spark beating softly.

Tarring his gaze from the sky, Sunstreaker looked down at Blair and noticed she had her eyes closed and had a soft smile on her face. He raised an optic ridge wondering what she was smiling at.

"What is it Blair?" he asked

Blair didn't even open her eyes as she answered "Listening"

"To what?"

"Your spark"

He found himself blushing a little and looking back up at the stars. Blair rolled over on her side but opend her eyes so she could see the same stars Sunstreaker was looking at.

She smiled softly as her eyes slowly started to drift shut "I love days like this"

Sunstreaker smiled himself as his sensors picked up another soft breeze flow over him and Bliar's body "Night, not day." he corrected a now playful smile on his face

Blair rolled her eyes and rolled over on her stomach "Very funny"

The two stayed like that for a while longer just appreciating the peace and quiet. Sunstreaker looked down and realized Blair was in a light sleep now. He'd just made his mind up that he'd wait till Rachael came home so she could wake her sister up. He watched a lightning bug land on the end of his olfactory.

Half smiling he said out loud "Maybe the day wasn't as bad as I first thought." watching the little organic bug fly off "I love days like this and nights."

He heard the old tow truck pull in the dive way but he just ignored it and let his optics go off-line.

.. End ..

A/N: Just a little thing that popped into my head a couple of days ago and had to get it out before it drove me crazy. Hope you enjoyed.

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