Warning: Rated PG-13/T for implied violence.
Disclaimer: Not mine, don't sue.
A/N: decided to try something different. Like it?
It was common knowledge that Bluestreak belonged to the Twins. He recharged in their quarters, received energon from their manipulators, posed for Sunstreaker's paintings and stretched in delight, when Sideswipe caressed his doorwings. Anyone who dared to approach the young Datsun was certain to wake up in Ratchet's "gentle" care. Any attempts of Prowl to reason with the gunner fell upon deaf sensors. Besides, the very sight of Sunstreaker brushing off gently a nonexistent speck of dust from Bluestreaks' armor raised smiles upon many faceplates. Therefore, no one challenge this order of things, at least until the next fight with encroachers.
One day, on a mission to destroy a spacebridge, Bluestreak lost his footing and fell straight into the teleport circle. A second later, he was gone.
The Twins drove themselves crazy with worry. They demanded an immediate rescue mission to be launched, but their pleas were denied, explained that the autobots couldn't just rush mindlessly into battle, because Cybertron was under Decepticon control. Sunstreaker stated that if Optimus doesn't do something, the two of them will go after Blue themselves… And then, a week after the disappearance, Bluestreak came back. Dented, barely on his pedes, with dull optics, he somehow made it to the bases' gate. Sunstreaker carried him in his arms to the infirmary.
It only took Ratchet one look to realize that the worst thing possible has happened. He kicked everyone out, except for the Twins. They stood by the entrance and looked shaken.
"That's a nasty injury you have there. If you weren't paired with those two, I'd think you were unbonded before this…" Grouched the medic.
"He was."Sunstreaker commented dully.
"What?" Ratchet almost dropped the tool he was holding. "How?"
"We love our little Blue too much to turn him into a toy. How could you even think that we would use him?" Sideswipe demanded to know.
"But he recharged in your quarters!"
"Because he has nightmares if he's left alone."
"And his portrait, without his port covers?"
"It's an artistic stile, called 'nu'." Sunstreaker caressed one doorwing. "Bluestreak is so beautiful in the moonlight…"
"And the fights with anyone who courted him?"
"We were protecting him. We've sworn that the only transformer that will get to be with Blue will be the one, who shall love him more than the Seekers love the skies."
Ratchet couldn't believe his audiosensors. Who would have thought that the Lambo perverts were capable of THIS.
"And we failed him. The 'Cons got him. " Sideswipe sighed. "Some protectors we are…"
"I wouldn't say you failed." Bluestreak spoke up. "Yes, Shockwave is cruel. Yes, he knows nothing about being gentle. But think about it- everyone fears him, and he's so alone there, at Cybertron… for him, even a clumsy, unskilled Autobot was more precious then the skies are for the Seekers. I mean, he did let me go…"
END.