The visored white femme looked inside her room, but she had no luck. The only thing she could see was her berth, a couple of chairs and a misplaced fake petro-rabbit.
It wasn't exactly what Speedway was looking for, but at least she was getting closer. She could feel it. So, she figured it was time she put on a good show for her hiding audience. She sighed melodramatically.
"Oh no… I can't seem to find him anywhere," she said, her gaze drifting in every direction. "Where could he possibly be?"
The sound of light footsteps made her turn around, and she smiled inwardly. It was coming from her late creator's room.
Nevertheless, she didn't rush matters. She continued with her charade instead.
"Hmm… Maybe… he's in here?" She quickly opened the door to Rapidfire's room, and found herself looking at her creator's berth and desk.
She had expected that, of course. However, she also caught sight of a very suspicious-looking pair of silver door panels that stood out from behind a large trunk.
Gotcha.
Still, she decided to drag the game a little further.
"That's strange. He isn't under the table." She ducked her head to look under the table while she was speaking, and then looked under the chair. "And he isn't under here either. I hope he hasn't disappeared."
A small giggle reached her audios, and it took a lot of her willpower to suppress a giggle of her own. Stepping as quietly as possible, she walked up to the trunk and looked over it.
Bluestreak was there, but the silver sparkling didn't see her. He was crouched, trying to make himself as small as possible.
Grinning, Speedway turned around and sat on the trunk, crossing her legs. She tapped her chin with her index finger, acting as though she was pondering.
"Let's see… What other places are there? He must be around here somewhere…"
She pretended not to hear the sound of gears in motion. However, she realised that the sparkling was trying to sneak away, and her lip components tugged into a big smile once more.
She remained perfectly still, listening to Bluestreak's attempt on leaving undetected. She hummed a bit as she was supposedly lost in thought, waiting for the right moment to react.
She didn't have to wait long. Just as Bluestreak was about to slip by her, she pounced and grabbed him by his waist. Bluestreak's squeak of surprise immediately changed to shouts of delight and mingled with Speedway's laughter. She span on her heels and swirled her son around her, faster and faster, making the room blend before his optics into a mesh of bright colours that contradicted violently to her white visage. And then, finally, she landed on the floor, holding Bluestreak gently in her arms and panting a bit.
"Again?" he asked with a smile, looking straight into her optics.
"Oh, I'd love too, Blue. I really would," Speedway replied, pinching the tip of his chin. "But I don't think my equilibrium could handle a second round that soon."
He giggled at that. "Okay." He settled on her chest plate with a sigh, tightening his small arms around Speedway's neck.
"Love you."
She smiled, her spark warming at that simple, yet heart-felt declaration from the most precious thing to her on Cybertron; then placed a tender kiss on the top of his silver helm.
"I love you too, Blue."