Author's Notes: This has probably been done to death, but I'm trying it in a slightly different format.
Two fics at the same time... I think I'm biting off more than I can chew. Nevertheless, I shall persevere.
I do not own Transformers.
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Chapter 1
[Prowl]
Having been looked over by Ratchet after the medic was finished with Bluestreak, it came as quite a surprise to a few that the SIC did not go straight to Optimus's office to be debriefed and request to start work. In fact, they did not see him for the rest of the day. Only at nightfall did he show up to join the others in scanning for their alt modes. Those who knew about him and the first lieutenant realised with little to no wonder that Jazz was missing together with him as well.
The humans had tagged along with them to see how the scanning and transformation process took place, and Prowl tilted his head slightly in puzzlement as the boy named Samuel James Witwicky ("Just call me Sam. Please.") shivered a little when he took the form of a police cruiser.
[Wheeljack]
Earth was so much different from Cybertron, besides the obvious fact that it was an organic world instead of a metallic one. Everything was so new and alien, there was so much to explore and discover. As the group toured their surroundings and the base of operations, hundreds of ideas and inventions were already being processed in his CPU.
For some reason, Wheeljack found himself being escorted all over the place by the humans (they insisted on that term rather than the more scientific one), who seemed fairly wary of him and kept a safe distance but were still friendly and open. They led him everywhere, to his interest and slight puzzlement over the fact that not many of the others were receiving this treatment. That kept him busy most of the day, so to his disappointment, he didn't get a chance to settle into the makeshift laboratory constructed for the Autobot scientists.
[Sunstreaker]
Spending most of the first day in the Hatchet's medbay receiving "tender" care and repairs was not Sunstreaker's idea of the best way to be welcomed into their new home, but Sideswipe had been allowed to stay with him the whole time. With his brother watching him intently and fondly from the berth next to his, the warrior couldn't do much but lie down obediently and let the medic work on his damaged frame.
Besides, if he hadn't been in proper shape, he wouldn't have been able to scan and take the form of the sweet looking yellowish-gold Lamborghini that sped by as the group searched for their alt modes. He noticed how his twin seemed to be eying the red one that followed…
[Hound]
It was in the middle of the night, more specifically very, very early in the morning, but even then the sights were absolutely beautiful. The land was bathed in soft moonlight, clear dark skies revealed glittering stars and there was a blanket of calm all around. His audios picked up the soft voices of the nocturnal creatures, their songs and calls blending together into one melodious symphony. Standing at the highest point of the lookout, he relished in the peace and tranquil as a cool breeze swept by.
Earth was so full of life and vitality. There was so much to explore, so much to see and so much to experience. Hound knew he had picked the right alt mode when Leo let out a whistle and commented on how the off-roader was perfect for gallivanting in the wild.
[Mirage]
As Hound admired the natural world that surrounded them at the lookout, he made sure that the spy had a fair share of the view as well. Mirage stood next to him, watching silently.
Earth was to be their new home, but it wasn't the same as Cybertron. Nothing could ever replace their dying home. He did not understand how Hound could take to the organic planet so quickly. It was not as easy for him to see what he saw, to appreciate this world for what it is. He felt stranded, alone…
His companion must have sensed his thoughts and feelings, for he felt a gentle hand slip into his and squeeze lightly. Turning to face Hound, the scout only smiled and shifted closer, their shoulders and arms touching. Mirage leaned against the provided support and softly thanked him.
[Bluestreak]
The medbay had been rather empty when he and Prowl reported for Ratchet's check-up. The others were busy doing… well, they were getting acquainted with their new surroundings, to say the least. He would have plenty of time for that later, he wanted to know the natives (Prime called them humans, but Wheeljack mentioned that the term was homo-sapiens… he would have to check with Prowl about it) a little better first.
They all seemed really friendly, and there was even a youngling around! The military soldiers had talked to him, introduced themselves, asked him about himself and offered him a tour around the base. Bluestreak had been delighted at the invitation, and as they walked around he shared many stories of his own. He took their increasing lengths of silence as his cue to keep sharing, because it seemed like they were really eager to listen to him.
[Blurr]
No one had been able to get a hold of him once he stepped out of the Ark. The speedster, excited by the wide and open area they were in, took off the second he felt the rough and grassy ground under his feet. It felt exhilarating to just let loose and run as fast as he could without anyone or anything stopping him. There were shouts for him to return and not to wander off too far, but he ignored them all.
In the end, Optimus had let him run as much as he pleased, but under the condition that at sunset he reported back to base for a quick check-up before they set off to get the new arrivals their new alt modes. Blurr had replied with a quick nod before speeding off again.
His comrades could only watch on, most of them smiling faintly and shaking their heads. He did not envy them one bit.
Author's Notes 2: I hope this wasn't too badly done. Let me know what you think.
Reviews and/or criticisms (preferably constructive ones) are welcome. Thank you.
Refracted Imagination, logging off.