Title: Fire clashed with darkness

Disclaimer: All Transformers Characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The plot, however is mine. I am in no way associated with the owners, creators or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended. I make no money from this story.

Warnings: pre-slash

Pairing:Soundwave + Blaster

Summary: Blaster is stargazing and thinking about his purpose.

Author's Note: This is a little gift fic for the fantastic Black Dragon Queen, author of the fantastic epic "Cover Me". Check it out, its outline is 200 pages and she has already up to 117 pages. I hope you like it BDQ.

Fire clashed with darkness, meshing red and orange with blue and black. The entire thing took about a nanosecond. From one moment to the next the sky blazed open with stars everywhere. They illuminated the area, flaming on and off. And then, there at the horizon the gigantic form of a glowing moon rose up from the dark like a beacon of light. It was magnificent and breathtaking to take in.

Out here in the desert the silence crept up at you. Beauty lingered everywhere. Sounds were eaten away by the creeping darkness, ever flowing but never lingering to stay. It was comforting in the darkness. It reminded him of being out there in space. And seeing those large stars glowing with life reminded him of his home. The stars were different here and their constellations were foreign to him and it took him some time to look for the ones he was looking for. It was so like Cybertron and at times so different.

Earth was a beautiful place. There was no denying that. But nothing beats the comforting place of his home. Back at Cybertron they didn't have just one moon to contend themselves with, but three moons circling around them amidst a backdrop of stars. Though he had to admit that back home he didn't had much time to go stargazing.

Earth was encompassed in too much green and blue while Cybertron used to be such an amazing golden hue. At least it used to be a golden colour before the war changed everything and the planet was absorbed by the dark energy of war. The planet returned to its natural colour, the same one when the Quintessons still inhabited Cybertron. Leaving them standing on a blackened husk of a world that had seen the last of the Golden Age. And after Optimus sent off the All Spark into the depths of outer space it was like the planet died, having felt the absence of the one thing that could keep the planet alive; could keep them alive.

There were times that he longed to be back there. He missed his friends, forever mourning those that had lost their lives in a meaningless battle that took too much away. Nothing was left in the destruction; nothing remained sacred. Everything and every one were touched by the maddening course of the High Lord Protector.

He sighed and shook his head. He was maudlin about things best left in the past. Things were different now. Thanks to the human Sam, the war between Decepticons and Autobots was over. Cybertron was long gone but here on Earth they could start anew. Rebuild their own home while waiting for the rest of their comrades to arrive. The young mech grinned when envisioning the others arriving on this little backwater planet and finding things upside down. Who would have thought that they'd be living in the middle of the desert on an abandoned army base now used as a Cybertronion Consulate together with Decepticons?

At the thought of the Decepticons his mind focused on one mech in particular. He shifted and uneasily looked around. It was irrational; he knew there was no one out there. The shadows remained unmoving. Stars twinkled to the beat of some unheard song. He shook his head, laid back and stretched fully on his back. No one was there to see him so confused and contemplative. Thank Primus for the peace and quiet. It was odd, but relaxing and somewhat comforting.

It felt weird to lay down the battle axe so to speak. All he could remember was working or fighting. At times he wondered if he knew anything else. His life had been taken over by the war whether he had liked it or not. And now he had no purpose. Watching the others, seeing them so happy and free after an Alignment made him long for that same happiness. Oh sure he had his work cut out for him but he wanted more than just work on enhancing their communicators and trying to hail the others from space. It didn't help that Earth had such interference with their cell towers. Thankfully he got some great advice on how to bypass it for the moment.

"Aargh!"

He breathed calmly in and out, his air vents working overtime. He shook his head. He was supposed to be relaxing and not getting himself in a tizzy by thinking about him. It was hard though. It was boring in communications and sure he had Fig with him but it just wasn't the same. Blaster didn't know the human too well to speak so freely and he hadn't many interactions with the rest of the humans on base.

All though judging by Fig's remarks that day, at least the soldier knew what was on Blaster's mind. It just wasn't the same as talking to say Jazz. The human was fun to hang out with but he knew nothing of their customs and he'd only give himself a headache trying to explain to the human what his problem was.

He knew what his problem was and it had to do with a certain Decepticon. He imagined his circuits overheating with continuously processing the same data over and over again. He closed his eyes, raised himself up on his shoulders and let himself fall down painfully back to the desert floor.

In the few times that he was in the near vicinity of Soundwave he only managed to make a complete and utter fool of him. It was totally embarrassing and completely undignified of him. What was wrong with him? The large 'Con probably thought he was incompetent and a bumbling fool. He flushed, could feel himself getting heated at what happened the day when Soundwave and the others left. The tug and war. What was he thinking? He wasn't thinking at all that's what.

It was no use. He had to be honest and finally admit it to himself. He was helplessly, hopelessly and recklessly in love with Soundwave. And it was driving him insane.

Owari

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