Hotshot: I am not sorry for this. I've been wanting to make a multi-chapter Hotshot centric fic. Also, I will probably get some things wrong from the final of the series, so sorry about that! I might also just change certain things to fit what I want. hope you guys don't mind! Now Enjoy and don't forget to review!


Summary: A year since everyone went their separate ways, a year since the unexpected loneliness became apparent.
Pairings: Jetfire/Wing Saber/Hotshot
Warnings: Profanity, Slash, possible smut, some of my headcanons


Trine
Chapter 1

Baby blue optics brightened in a split second before Hotshot jerked himself in an upright position, his mouth opening and closing but no sound escaped him. His optics, thought brightened to the max, had a far away look to them as the reminiscence of his nightmare slowly faded away. It took a long moment for him to get his bearings and his processor cleared up from the emotions he had been feeling from his troubled recharge cycle. He placed a servo on his face and he let out a deep vent, trying to calm himself down. After a few minutes, he had finally calmed down and he uncovered his face before looking out his window. He could see the sky lightening as the star that was the sun began to rise up from the horizon.

He swung his legs over the side of his recharge berth and stood, stretching his arms over his head before he walked out of the room and made his way downstairs and to the kitchen and to the energon dispenser, grabbing a cube of energon and then sat down at the table, sipping it. It didn't take long for the second resident of the house walked into the kitchen and grabbing his own cube of energon and sat across from Hotshot.

"Morning." Clocker grinned at the older tiredly. He had decided to stay with Hotshot since Breakdown ad left Velocitron. The youngling became a sort of an aide for Hotshot, always organizing the things that needed to organize, keeping important things on him for when Hotshot needed it. The leader tried to tell him that he didn't do all of this, but he hardly listened, saying that he had wanted help Hotshot in anyway he can. Deep down, Hotshot was thankful for this and finally, accepted the other's help without complaint.

"Morning to you as well." Hotshot took another sip before he leaned back into his chair. "Were you up late again?"

"I...maybe."

"Clocker!" Hotshot groaned, shaking his head and shooting the younger a disapproving glare.

"I'm sorry! I just keep loosing track of time..." Clocker smiled sheepishly.

"Go into recharge at a reasonable time for now on. I can't have you falling asleep on the job, now can I?"

Clocker simply gave Hotshot a mock salute before going back to his energon before drowning it. Hotshot couldn't help but do the same and he stood, throwing the cube into the disposal bin next to the dispenser. Clocker followed Hotshot example before the two headed outside in the cool air before they transformed and tore down the road.

Already, Hotshot could see some residence up and about, racing along the roads without a care in the world. Some even gave them a greeting honk as they passed, Which Clocker returned eagerly. Hotshot merely flashed his lights in response as the two continued on their way, towards a construction sight, one that he had authorized not too long ago. He knew that, once the space bridge is completed, that there will be traffic coming to and from the planet. Some would probably want to simply race or watch the races while the others just want to get a taste what the planet was like. If Hotshot had to compare it to anything...he would compare it to road trips and vacations.

As such, he will take a few tips from Earth and have venues built for trading, overnight areas and so on. The residence seemed to be all for it once he explained this and it was like they were excited at the prospect of visitors coming to their planet.

Once they got to the site, they transformed and looked at the half built shops and stalls. It was some ways off of a main road, with a dirt road leading from the main road to the site. It still had some work to be done, but he was confident that it would get done in time. He had faith in the construction crews.

"Hotshot, sir!" The head worker, a heavy duty truck called Mountbreaker, walked over to the two with an air of confidence emitting from his field. "Glad to see you and the young aide decided to come by!"

Hotshot chuckled slightly. "How are things coming along, Mountbreaker?"

"Right on schedule, especially if the good weather holds up."

"Good. What about the other sites?"

"They radioed me just few minutes ago. Everything is going smoothly on their end."

Hotshot nodded. "Keep up the good work. I'll make sure to check in same time next week."

"Of course, Leader." Mountbreaker grinned at the other before he went back to his team. Hotshot and Clocker both transformed and went down the dirt road and got onto the main road.

"Where to now?" questioned Clocker and Hotshot thought for a moment. There really wasn't much to go to now a days except for...

"How about the training track? Been a while since we went there."

"Sure!"

The two shot off like bullets, heading straight for the training track and they got there in record time. Once they transformed, they could see younglings racing, each one of them trying to get first place. Hotshot crossed his arms as he watched the little race, his spark swelling with pride at the young racers. They were the future of this planet, even if they didn't know it yet.

Soon, the race came to a end as a red youngling crossed the finishing line first, transforming with a smug grin. His red optics were gleaming at the other younglings who had crossed the finish line and transformed, their faces showing their displeasure and annoyance at losing. Hotshot couldn't help but quietly chuckle, remembering when he was exactly the same way once, when he was younger. Oh, those were the days.

"You all owe me that special wax." the winner stated with a grin, making the other slump and groan. "You're all the ones who set the stakes."

"Yeah, yeah." grumbled a green a black youngling who had what looked like goggles that was similar to that of a human pair.

"That was a nice race!" Cocker chirped as he walked over to the barrier with Hotshot, leaning on it.

"Clocker! Hotshot!" yelped an entirely yellow youngling.

"Hey there." Hotshot smiled at the three. "Congratulations on the win, Knockout."

Knockout puffed his chestplates out with pride.

"Still got a long way to go before you can win against me though."

And the red chestplates deflated in a few seconds flat, making the other two giggle. Knockout glared at them before he crossed his arms and let out a huff, grumbling.

"Crosshairs, Bumblebee, keep practicing your racing. You'll be wining your races eventually."

"Yes Hotshot!" the two younglings chirped in union, making him smile more.

"Hotshot, can you come race with us?" Bumblebee asked, his blue optics staring up at the leader pleadingly. The resemblance between Bumblebee and his older frames were uncanny, Hotshot had to admit. Bumblebee was the same yellow as he was, although there was no red and his chestplates was the front of his alt mode, and even that resembled the older alt forms Hotshot had. The only difference was the model and the two, black racing stripes.

"I'm sorry, Bumblebee. I can't right now. Perhaps later." Hotshot told him and he watched as Bumblebee's frame slumped and if he could move his horns that sat on top of his helm, they would be going back like a canine. "I have work to do, but I promise I will race with you guys."

"Okay." Bumblebee sighed.

"We'll hold you to it." grunted Crosshairs.

"I'll see you three later." Hotshot turned and transformed before racing away, Clocker right behind him. They got on the main road once again and began to drive, almost aimlessly. Although, Clocker was talking his spark out. Hotshot was only half listening to the other, his processor was elsewhere. He was thinking about everyone that he hasn't seen in over a year- some even longer- like Optimus, Sideswipe, Blurr...Jetfire and Wing Saber...

He mentally shook himself at the last two, especially when his spark did...something inside its casing. He didn't dwell on it though and he simply drove, trying to fully listen what Clocker was saying.

It was rather hard for him at them moment but still, he tried.