Title: Can't take my eyes off of you
Universe: G1
Characters/Pairing: Prowl/Bluestreak
Rating: K
Warnings: fluffy (pre)-slash? bad grammar
Notes: If I ever get the time and the thought, I will write 2 more chapters: Can't take my lips off of you, Can't take my hands off of you XD
-and this is my first TF fanfic in English, so ;_; please give me reviews so I can improve. Thank you!


The first impression he received from the mech was pity. They had the same city of origin, but he did not give any importance to the fact. They had similar designs, but it was common for Praxians. It was uttermost unnatural for him to feel pity at all, but he did. He felt faint pity and trace amount of apologetic feeling to the relatively young mech drawn into the war. What made him to give a small attention to the other at all, he did not understand or knew, however the feeling became so natural that his logic processor did not even tried to analyze at all.

His designation was Bluestreak despite the lack of colour blue in his paintjob. Perhaps his designation was derived from the human idiom to speak quickly and at length… It did not matter. Names were merely names and what he appreciated of Bluestreak was not his name, but his skills as a sharp shooter and his gentle nature. How odd that his stoic battle computer and logic computer appreciates Bluestreak's gentle nature. He found that the soft smiles were rewarding, a remedy to his tired spark. He was sentimental, unlike what others thought of him, in his private thoughts, and this hidden sentimentality felt cherished with Bluestreak's smiles in the long lasting war.

As he devoted more of his freedom for tactical advantages in this war he yearned how Bluestreak kept his gentle nature. In a distance, he would watch Bluestreak talk, smile, and laugh with others. With a little hesitation he would withdraw his attempt to call or join in to the conversation. He couldn't join them.


"Prowl!"

At the sound of his name being called, Prowl turned to look at Bluestreak. Just as always, there was a cheerful smile held on Bluestreak's face. Prowl felt as slight twitch on the corner of his lips, but his longtime lack of smiles prevented him from having one.

"What is it Bluestreak?"

"I just wanted to say thanks, Prowl. I know that this is totally out of the blue-no pun intended- but it was just today that I realized that you spend way much more time than any other bot on the Ark for the safety of the bots on the Ark. So I decided to say my thanks to you because if I were you then I wouldn't be able to handle all the workload for be as good as you do and…"

Prowl was pleasantly surprised. As Prowl remained silent and Bluestreak ramble went on, Bluestreak's uneasiness grow and his voice began to fade away. Before Bluestreak felt completely dejected, Prowl spoke to Bluestreak.

"Thank you."

"But I'm the one thanking you! So you shouldn't say thank you to me because I'm the one telling my appreciation to you and you have absolutely nothing to appreciate me and so you have no reason to say thanks to me and I don't understand why you say thanks when clearly you are not supposed to say it."

"I am grateful to you."

"But I am absolutely hopeless and I just ramble all the time glitching everyone's audio receptors-"

"I am grateful."

And Prowl gave a faint smile to Bluestreak and he walked away, leaving Bluestreak to wonder if Prowl actually smiled. After some breems of silent pondering, very unusual, Bluestreak whispered a very late reply.

"Um… Thank you?"


Somehow, the residents of the Ark began to see the two Datsuns together quite frequently. It just appeared as if Prowl was getting his conversation quota from Bluestreak and Bluestreak getting someone to listen to him, finally. Some felt curious about what would Prowl talk about and eavesdrop, but after few kliks they will know that it is just Bluestreak talking-or rambling?- with Prowl's occasional comments.

"So then there was this bird that smashed itself on the window and fell down… I felt really bad for the bird and when I picked it up it wasn't dead! So I took it to the veterinary and the vet told me that it didn't hit the window too hard and that it will be fine."

"I see. That's good."

"Yeah I know! That bird was so tiny and pretty with grey feathers and some red! I don't know if it knows what was happening but it twitted when I held it! So cute! So Prowl-"

"No animals in the Ark."

"… Please?"

"No."

Bluestreak pouted at Prowl's firm answer. Seeing other's childish expression Prowl let out a tiny smile to linger on his faceplate.

"What species of birds is it?"

"Robin! It's really common around the world but still it is really pretty and nice, it eats bugs and fruits which I think is kinda weird but since it's organic I guess it's natural. I can't imagine eating worms at all, yuck."

So occasionally, Bluestreak would chatter away and Prowl will patiently listen and, surprisingly, ask questions to further the conversations.


"Why do you speak to Bluestreak?"

Sometimes when a bot had a gut to ask Prowl, the question would arise. And casually, Prowl will reply in somewhat rude manner:

"One of the reasons I speak to Bluestreak is because he can converse better than you."

"What makes him so much better?"

"He will talk, and he will listen. It is hard to take my eyes off of him when he proves to be a good friend."

Or more than a friend, Prowl added the thought in his private mind.


"Why do you talk to me, Prowl?"

When Bluestreak ask this out of the blue, Prowl could not answer at once. Why really? All he needed to say was repeat the answer he told his comrades, so why could he not answer? Prowl thought for a deeper answer: Bluestreak listens to Prowl when he has something to say and when he does not have anything to talk about, Bluestreak will talk. Bluestreak remembers all audio information, remembering the tiniest detail that Prowl would forget, and at a later date he will bring up the information again. Bluestreak allowed Prowl to forget his burden or his stress, and reminded him what Prowl thought he had lost.

"You… remind me."

"Of what?"

"Of what I forgot, what I lost since or during the war. Maybe I'm idolizing you as all the things I lost in this war, but still, I admire you."

"Admire me? But Prowl-"

Bluestreak nervously rambled on how he wasn't worthy to receive Prowl's admiration, which Prowl did not like. He wanted to say that Bluestreak was worthy of praise, but somehow he could not say it.

"Why do you deny yourself?"

"How can I not? Everyone in the Ark can't put up with me…"

"No… Your company is pleasing."

"You're the only one mech then."

"Even if I am, I am still honest in my words. Your company is pleasing and I admire you."

With Prowl's soft words lingering on his audio receptors, Bluestreak stayed silent. His blue optics quivered slightly before he just nodded to Prowl and left.


After their last conversation, Bluestreak began to evade Prowl. Even when Prowl made an effort to make time to visit the rec room, Bluestreak was not there. Although it wasn't too obvious, Prowl was disappointed when he couldn't find the gunner there and Jazz noticed it.

"So, are you missing your friend?"

"Hm."

"You don't seem to miss me when I don't see you for several days."

"Do I?"

"Yeah. I think you got something."

"Hm."

"You got something special for lil' Blue, Prowler. You can't seem to take your eyes off of him."

"Do I?"

"Do you realize that's the second time you said 'Do I'? Yeah, you do."

"Hm."

"… Prowler, are you repeating yourself?"

"No Jazz. You are repeating yourself."

"I repeat 'because you are repeating. Anyways, you really need to visit lil' Blue."

"Do I?"

Prowl could not help but snicker a bit when Jazz smacked his face with his palm. Did not know how or why, but Prowl became a bit more open to making and receiving jokes or silly remarks. Jazz shook his helm few times and told Prowl to talk to Bluestreak. When Prowl didn't answer, Jazz pushed Prowl out of his office much to Prowl's protest.

"It's kinda nice to see you with someone else, and I don't want to see you being all alone and sulking! So move your aft, Prowler!"

"Jazz!"

Before Prowl could get in, Jazz closed and locked the door from the inside, blocking Prowl's attempts to open in real time as they were made. For few breems the two shared their war on the door and Prowl gave up, he turned around and found Bluestreak staring at him.

"Um, hi Prowl, didn't think that you would be kicked out of your office… Who's in there and who's keeping you out?"

"Jazz."

"Oh, is this some sort of prank then? I never seen Jazz kicking you out of your office, although he does occasionally drag you out but he has never locked you out like this, you know? Um… So… How are you Prowl? I haven't seen you for a while. It not like that I don't like just that um… Nevermind. I didn't really mean to bother you. I'll just get going now…"

Out of pure instinct, Prowl grabbed Bluestreak's forearm and prevented him from leaving. After few seconds Prowl realized what he did and he let go of dumbfounded Bluestreak.

"Sorry."

"No… Why did you grab me?"

"I… Do not want you to leave. Stay. Please."

Bluestreak seem to be in a dilemma. His doorwings were twitching nervously and his mouth kept opening and closing, debating what to say to Prowl. The sight was bit unnerving to Prowl. Did he make the situation worse?

'You know that you are in an open hallway right now, right?'

'Oh, shut up Jazz.'

'Heh, right. Good luck with you.'

Prowl made a quiet sigh at Jazz's comment. What good luck? What does Jazz expect him to do to Bluestreak? What he did not realize was that Bluestreak, although very nervous and still debating, stayed beside him, waiting for Prowl to say something, do something, anything. Bluestreak was speechless. So reluctantly, or voluntarily, Prowl began a conversation.

"… Have you had your energon today?"

"No… Not yet."

"Would you go with me now then?"

Bluestreak nodded slowly and they walked in a slow pace to the rec room. Awkward silence suspended between them and the silence was getting unbearable. During their walk, they did not confront anyone to break the ice and so they were silent for the entire trip.

When they arrived to the rec room, few mechs were there but none was paying attention to Prowl and Bluestreak. Prowl handed Bluestreak a cube and took one for him, and sat down on an empty table. While Prowl drank his cube in silence, Bluestreak merely fiddled with his cube.

"Why are you not drinking?"

Although Prowl spoke with a tone of worry in his voice, Bluestreak seem to be startled by the question and chugged his cube at once. Bluestreak's vents began to make an interesting sound, very similar to human hiccups, and with a look of embarrassment on his face, Bluestreak turned away.

"S-sorry."

"No, that's alright. I'm sorry that I startled you."

Bluestreak looked less embarrassed but he still looked very nervous. Not engaging into any conversation or rambling, Bluestreak's eyes just darted off into random directions, changing his object of interest every klik. Prowl kept watching Bluestreak- how his doorwings were sagged down and twitching, how Bluestreak rubbed his fingers in nervousness, and how Bluestreak's lip components were moving ever so slightly… Prowl cursed Jazz for processor-controlling him, really, why would Prowl think about such things if it wasn't Jazz controlling him?

"Bluestreak."

"Um- Yes Prowl?"

Well… It did not matter though. If Jazz wanted him to take Bluestreak into something like courting, he would do it. Since they already had energon, somewhat the first step of courting, they could continue it and as Bluestreak did not object to Prowl taking him to places so why not?

"Prowl, do you know that it is hard to take my eyes off of you?"

"Other way around Bluestreak. I can't take my eyes off of you."