Disclaimer: Transformers does not belong to me. They belong to Hasbro. This is simply for fun and as an interesting writing exercise, no profit was made.

AN: In preparation for another fanfic I am in the process of writing I decided to do a character study of Bluestreak, as I have not written him before. So here is the 1st story of the 28 meme.

Requested by mommimusprime over on LJ.

Story Notes: I am not extremely familiar with Trailbreaker, so he may be a little OoC.

Book Reading

Trailbreaker sighed, as he stared up at the ceiling of the med-bay. An ambush during patrol had left the normally active mech berth ridden until Ratchet decided his internal repair system had had enough time to work. That had been two days ago. Normally Ratchet would have sent the patient back to their own quarters to heal, but Trailbreaker was notorious for ignoring the medic's orders to go off-roading.

Trailbreaker sighed again. He heard the med-bay doors slide open, but didn't acknowledge it. It was probably just Ratchet returning from a meeting with Prime.

"Trailbreaker?" The soft, hesitant voice of Bluestreak was not what he expected to hear. The Datsun, with whom he had been patrolling, had gotten off with minimal time in the repair bay. The Hilux turned to see the smaller mech, standing there wringing his hands.

"Yes Blue?"

It was as if someone had opened a damn. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to get the way. I should have stayed down and taken out Thrust sooner. I'm sorry."

Trailbreaker leaned back into the bunk. He had heard that Bluestreak took it as a personal failure each time another mech was injured in a skirmish during which he felt he could have done something. He just hadn't realized exactly how personally the younger mech would take it.

"And I knew I should have taken the shot, but I didn't want to hit you..."

"Blue." The younger mech looked up, stopping midword. "It wasn't your fault."

That appeared to be the wrong thing to say. "But you go hurt because I couldn't line up the shot fast enough. And they ambushed us because I was running my vocalizer. Again Red Alert warned me about excessive talking during patrol, and I didn't listen."

Trailbreaker winced. He'd have to talk to Red Alert about undermining the younger's perception of himself. "Tell you what Blue. Find some way to entertain me for a little while, and we'll call it even." He felt kind of bad for doing this, but the Datsun wouldn't stop until he felt he had made up for his mistakes.

"Well I've got a book chip on me? I could read to you if you'd like? It's a human book about a..."

Trailbreaker just nodded. "That sounds great."

Bluestreak pulled the chip out of subspace, and made himself comfortable at the end of the berth.

When Ratchet returned half an hour later, he found his patient engrossed in the story, the Datsun was cheerfully reading out loud, looking happier then he had since the ambush. He stood there slackjawed for a moment, and Trailbreaker shot the medic an amused look, before resettling into the berth, careful not to disturb the storyteller.

Ratchet simply shook his head, and went about his business, half an audio tuned into the story

AN2: Yes I am the same person as hellsangelcurse over on lj, where more of these are posted.

Also these are not beta'd so feel free to point out any mistakes I've made.