Chapter 2

"..And then Prowl gave them the biggest glare I have ever seen, made them freeze on the spot! Sideswipe and Sunstreaker looked at each other before running off! Off course, Prowl went straight after them," Bluestreak told enthusiastically.

Harry gave a little grunt.

"But nobody can ever escape Prowl! He's the second in Command and a stickler to rules, so the next moment, both the twins were stuck in the brig,"

Harry made another small little noise in his throat as he stared out the window and watching scenery pass by. While he didn't mind going with Bluestreak, the fact of the matter was that Harry's neighborhood, the place where he had grown up, it was all gone. His relatives were dead and not even by Voldemort. It was by an alien.

An Alien..

Harry had yet to get his head around the idea that there were aliens on earth and that he was inside one of them. While that did sound mildly disgusting when he put it in perspective, it was the complete and utter truth.

What felt strange to Harry was how well he actually liked Bluestreak. Usually he had to really know someone to be able to feel totally comfortable with them, but with Bluestreak.. there was something different. Maybe it was this feeling that made him go with Bluestreak.

"..Harry..Harry," Bluestreak's voice made Harry startle.

"Sorry, What was it?" Harry gave a sheepish grin which quickly disappeared as remembered yet again that his relatives were gone. Was it right to grin and laugh when only hours ago they had died?

"If you don't want me to talk, you can just tell me to shush it," Bluestreak rambled albeit a little sadly. "I won't take offense, other bots do that when they don't want me to talk,"

Harry frowned.

"No don't stop. I like it when you talk. It gets my mind off things," Harry quickly said before adding "And if anyone including myself tells you to shut up, do me a favor and get offended by it and kick them or something,"

A pause.

"Yep!" Bluestreak's voice was so enthusiastic and happy which Harry thought was slightly sad. Although Harry didn't know Bluestreak well, he seemed so enthusiastic and curious about everything that even if Harry wanted to, he wouldn't have the gut to tell Bluestreak to shut up.

"Is there something wrong?" Bluestreak asked. Harry hesitated.

"That attack killed my relatives.." Harry admitted. Saying it out loud felt a lot harsher than just saying it in your head. Harry swallowed, trying to get rid of the burning feeling behind his eyes. Bluestreak seemed to make a noise.

"Oh no! I'm so sorry! How did it happen? You must be really sad and I never even noticed! Are you okay?" Bluestreak rambled horrified. Harry was almost astonished at how Bluestreak sounded. It almost sounded as if Bluestreak was more horrified than Harry.

"I'm fine Bluestreak. They.." Harry hesitated. "They weren't very nice people, they didn't like me, in fact, they hated me and everything I stood for. Even so, they didn't deserve death, but neither do they deserve my tears," Harry sighed.

"I'm sorry," Bluestreak repeated. "You should hate me! You should.. I don't know. Hit me.. kick me, scream at me.. why? Why aren't you doing that? You're relatives are dead! And it was because of our war that it happened! I don't understand how you can look at me, how you can travel with me, how you can talk to me and..."

"Bluestreak!" Harry interrupted utterly confused, but knowing that Bluestreak was on a ramble of self-hatred. "You didn't do anything. You saved my life and you saved many people's lives and it nearly cost you you're own. Why would I be angry at you? You didn't harm anyone,"

"..But .. your relatives..." Bluestreak choked out.

"I told you, my relatives and I didn't get along," Harry sighed, stroking the wheel, hoping to give a little comfort to Bluestreak. Although, he didn't quite understand why Bluestreak was acting like this, he knew that he had to reassure Bluestreak.

"I don't blame you," Harry said.

"But.." Bluestreak blurted out.

"I don't blame you," Harry repeated more firmly. "So don't feel bad about it,"

"I..thankyou," Bluestreak softly said.

"Tell me about the autobots," Harry changed the subject, feeling as though the topic had become way too depressing. Bluestreak got the hint.

"The leader's designation is Optimus Prime. He believes in the right of all sentient beings and well.. that's partly why we are here defending your planet. He looks after everyone and he only gives missions that he would be willing to do if he could. He's the fairest leader I've ever known," Bluestreak started. Well, Harry thought. Bluestreak really admired him, that was clear.

"Then there is Jazz, Ironhide, Ratchet and Bumblebee. Jazz is a cool bot. He's a saboteur and is very social. Ironhide is really strong and rather fight first, questions later. Ratchet is the medic and he has a huge temper... Bumblebee is the youngest of our race. He's a sweet bot and.." Bluestreak trailed off and Harry realised just how sad Bluestreak was getting, mentally hitting himself. Was there no middle ground for them to share?

"You'll see them again," Harry quietly said.

"Yes," Bluestreak confirmed hopefully. "But I don't know what has happened since they arrived. I don't know how many more autobots have arrived, how many decepticons or even.. if they all survived," While Harry could honestly say he didn't know that specific feeling, he did know how it was to fear for someones life and to mourn them after their deaths.

Off course Harry's thoughts went immediately to Sirius.

"We'll find out," Harry promised.

"What is your designation?" Bluestreak asked suddenly. With realisation, Harry found that he hadn't actually told Bluestreak his name.

"My name is Harry Potter," Harry spoke. "It's.. a pleasure to meet you?" Harry added on unsure.

"No no no, the pleasure is all mine! To think.. my first human friend! And you can do magic as well! What else can you do? Humans are fascinating, aren't they!" Bluestreak said passionately.

"Uhmm," Harry shrugged. "Nothing much.. im just Harry. Bluestreak.." Harry trailed off. He had kept his thoughts towards Bluestreak's wounds to himself, but as he watched more of the energon trail down, Harry became slightly worried.

"Your hurt. We need to stop for the night," Harry said.

"I'm fine," Bluestreak carelessly said.

"No, you're not! You need to.."

"I'm fine!" Bluestreak interrupted, almost harshly. Harry swallowed, taken aback and slightly hurt.

"you're not. We don't even know where we are going. You need rest if a decepticon comes," Harry protested.

"Im fine," Bluestreak said for the third time, the tone clearly meant that he was done with that conversation. That was the first time Harry almost regretted going with Bluestreak. Off course Harry knew that Bluestreak was desperate to get to his friends, the autobots and it struck Harry that he himself might just be a resource to try to find them as well.

Harry became silent, almost unwilling to talk, and for the first time in hours, Bluestreak was silent as well which Harry wasn't quite sure what that meant.

Harry leaned back to get a little more comfortable and slowly, very slowly Harry succumbed to sleep.

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There was only darkness surrounding Harry and nothing else. He spun, a tinge of fear settled in his stomach.

"Hello?" Harry called out anxiously.

"You killed me," A voice rumbled from the darkness. Harry slowly turned around and to his horror, he saw his godfather Sirius. Only, this Sirius had a twisted look of hatred upon his face.

"No," Harry breathed out, trembling. "It wasn't me," He denied.

"Do you know how it feels to die?" Cedric's voice came from behind. Spinning Harry stared at Cedric before stumbling backwards.

"It should have been you!" Cedric yelled. "I had so much going for me! But you! You had nothing,"

Harry shook his head frantically.

"No no no no no." Harry muttered again and again. "I'm sorry, I couldn't save you," Harry weeped, his hands clenched his ears and his eyes were tightly shut against the world.

"It should have been me," Harry sobbed.

"It should have," His uncles voice agreed. "You have always been a freak, unwanted, alone. The only reason you have friends is because they pity you. The boy who has no parents,"

Harry's cries became louder until Harry became so mentally exhausted that he stared numbly and blankly.

"I should have died," Harry whispered.

"I'm sorry,"

"Harry!," Another voice called out. Harry paid no attention.

"Wake up!"

"Harry!"

Harry jolted upwards trembling, confused, his mind only remembering the words spoken by Sirius, Cedric and Vernon.

"Harry! It's okay, you're alright. Your gonna be fine. You just had a rough cycle, that's all," Bluestreak's voice whispered over him. Harry breathed out slowly, his chest rising unevenly from the nightmare.

"Bluestreak?" Harry whispered unsurely. His eyes were still closed, almost too frightened to open them.

"Yes, I'm here, and I'm not going anywhere," Bluestreak reassured him. Slowly Harry opened his eyes, blinked and them stared, almost staggered. For right above him was Bluestreak's face, his optics staring at Harry. It was then Harry realised that he was in Bluestreak's hand and metres off the ground.

"Are you alright?" Bluestreak asked unsurely and with a jolt Harry realised that Bluestreak was worried. Really worried.

"I'm fine," Harry breathed out and with a slight bit of humor, realised that he and Bluestreak used those words way too often.

"What happened?" Bluestreak was worried, Harry could see that, but what got him was the horrified and frightened look in Bluestreak's face.

"Just a nightmare, that's all. I'm fine now," Harry lied. Truth be told, Harry was still shaken and still felt the urge to find a corner and cry. If anything, Bluestreak looked even more worried.

"What is a.. nightmare?" Bluestreak asked. Harry was momentarily stumped before remembering that Bluestreak was an alien.

"Can't you look it up on the internet?" Harry said and now Harry knew why Bluestreak was so worried. He didn't know what a nightmare was. He had no idea what was happening to him.

"Oh!" Bluestreak said in surprise but now that Bluestreak knew what had happened he seemed much more relaxed. "I was so worried! I was just driving along and you started to mumble and cry out words and I didn't know what to! Then you just suddenly became still, and I feared for you so I transformed," Bluestreak retold.

Harry smiled slightly. Trust for Bluestreak to start rambling as soon as he realised everything was okay. All in all though, it did lift Harry's spirits slightly to know that Bluestreak was worried for him and had actually stopped to transform.

"Thanks Bluestreak," Harry quietly said as he stood up. Bluestreak guided his hand to the floor where Harry scuttled off.

"Anytime," Bluestreak promised as he changed forms. Harry quickly got back in and they zoomed away.

"What was the nightmare about?" Bluestreak questioned curiously. Harry's mind immediately went back to the look of hatred on Sirius's face and he felt a sudden sense of despair rise in him.

"It's nothing against you Bluestreak but I really don't want to talk about it at the moment," Harry got out. Glancing at the strange blue stuff, Harry suddenly gained an idea. Taking out his wand, Harry pointed it towards the wound.

"Reparo," Harry firmly said with a flick of the wand. There was a moment of hopeful silence.

"What was that suppose to do?" Bluestreak asked curiously. Harry slumped back down dismayed.

"Nothing," Harry muttered as he stared at his wand. "Do you think we could stop for a bit?"

"Why?" Bluestreak asked confused.

"I don't know about you, but humans need to take breaks to eat and go to the bathroom," Harry told, slightly embarrassed. There was silence for a second which Harry recognised as the sign of Bluestreak looking something up on the internet. Harry was just glad he didn't have to explain what it meant.

"Oh," Bluestreak said dumbly. "Oh!"

"Human's are interesting creatures," Bluestreak muttered quietly. "Ok, next time I see somewhere to turn into,"

"Great, thanks," Harry said, wishing to get away from that conversation. Bluestreak suddenly made a slight noise in the back of his throat.. if you could call it that, then the radio switched on.

"Listen to this," Bluestreak quickly said.

"I am here at the scene of the destruction of Privet drive from the terrorist attack. So far 23 people have been killed, and 6 are injured while 1 person is currently missing. His name is Harry Potter and is presumed to have been taken by these terrorists. Why he has been taken is still unknown, but perhaps Will Lennox will be able to give us a bit of an understanding and to reassure us that this event will hopefully not occur again,"

"Will Lennox here," Lennox's voice came out.

"Mr Lennox, what do you have to say about this attack?"

"At the moment, the military force is down here investigating the attack and what it may have been and are working to keep this neighborhood secure," Will stated.

"And what about the boy who was taken?"

For the first time, Will's voice was slightly hesitant. "I am unsure why they have taken him, but the military has all sorts of cars on the look out for him,"

"Is there any hope for Harry?"

"As of right now, we are on their trail and are trying to reach out to them and to assess how much of a danger they are to the community. Unfortunately, we are unsuccessful in communicating with them.."

"Bluestreak.." Harry slowly said. "Do you think that guy knows something about the autobots? He did say 'has all sorts of cars on the look out for him,' Normally you wouldn't say it like that. Do you think that was a message for us?"

"Perhaps, and if it is... then it's the autobots! The decepticons wouldn't even think of communicating with humans!" Bluestreak excitedly said. "They said they were on our trail!"

"Or you could be getting excited for nothing," Harry said. "What if were reading into this too much? Maybe it's just the military and they don't know anything at all. If they catch up to us.." Harry trailed off. He didn't really know what would happen, but it couldn't be anything good.

"But they also said that they couldn't reach us! They really wouldn't be able to because my comm link is down!" Bluestreak was so excited that Harry had to grab hold of the steering wheel a little more firmly as the car swerved again and again.

"Bluestreak," Harry chuckled slightly. "I know you're excited, but please, don't swerve so much,"

Unfortunately, Bluestreak didn't seem to be listening and Harry jolted as Bluestreak swerved more harshly, almost crashing into a car on the other side of the road.

"Bluestreak!" Harry yelped automatically bracing his hands on the door of Bluestreak.

"Sorry!" Bluestreak slowly said, and with a fast beating heart, Harry realised that something was wrong and that it most likely had to do with Bluestreak's wounds.

"We need to stop," Harry said with worry. Bluestreak kept on going.

"No, it's fine, I can still go on," Bluestreak protested weakly. Harry could almost see a disaster in the making. There was a pause before Bluestreak slowed down slightly. Then it was only mere moments before Bluestreak lost control and he swerved along the road.

"Bluestreak!" Harry yelled petrified as he gripped the stirring wheel. Bluestreak didn't answer and Harry desperately tried to control the car, but it was no use.

"Bluestreak!" Harry cried out one last time as Bluestreak ran of the road and down a grass hill. Harry gasped as his head smashed against the window and in desperation, Harry pressed one of the pedals. Immediately, Bluestreak slammed to a stop.

For Harry though, who wasn't wearing a seatbelt got belted up into the steering wheel.

There was a quick burst of pain before everything was silent. Harry breathed out slowly, pain resounding throughout his head. Shakily Harry raised his hand and touched the side of his face. It was covered in blood.

Harry let out a small whimper of pain.

"B-Bluestreak.." Harry called. There was no answer from the car. Fearfully Harry let out small sobs. He had no idea how hurt Bluestreak was or even if he was still alive.

With desperation, Harry lifted his wand up towards the injured area.

"Reparo!" Harry yelled. Nothing happened.

"Dammit Bluestreak. Reparo!" Still nothing happened. Slowly Harry let his arm down in defeat. His head was combusting in pain, and his vision was slowly getting darker and darker.

Harry brought up his arm.

"Envernate," Harry whispered. There was only silence and Harry's hope was fading, but then Harry heard a soft groaning noise.

"Harry?" Bluestreak softly uttered. Harry's relief was almost overwhelming.

"Bluestreak," Harry murmured gratefully. "I told you we needed to stop," Bluestreak stayed silent as he mulled around what had happened. Then it hit him.

"Harry!" The panic in Bluestreak's voice was unmistakable. "Your hurt!"

"This is nothing," Harry lied. "Are you okay? How hurt are you?"

"Me? I..Primus!" Bluestreak struggled to get out. "Ive been so stupid, I just..I just really wanted to see the autobots again, and because of that, I've put you and myself in danger and now you're hurt and I'm just so slagging sorry and I didn't.. I didn't.."

"Bluestreak?"

"I didn't understand why Optimus made us come to this planet," Bluestreak admitted softly. "I didn't think humans were worth it and.. because I thought that, I didn't mind bringing you along even if I put you in danger. It was wrong, I know it was. I was just... so desperate,"

Harry was struck dumb at this confession and softly breathed out.

"Was it worth it?" Harry questioned softly, hurt with a touch of sadness mixed in before giving off a sad laugh. "Gosh, we haven't even met any decepticons yet and still... we manage to get into so much trouble,"

"..But then I got to know you and I suddenly I knew why Optimus decided to stay here, to actually understand that humanity had good in it just the same as us," Bluestreak continued.

"Bluestreak," Harry warily tried to stop Bluestreak from talking but before Harry could say anything else, lights suddenly shone on them from all around.

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Hey

Another chapter done.

Bluestreak's worry about Harry hating him because his relatives died I decided would stem from what he had been through on Cybertron and how he had been the only bot who survived in his city. That time would have been unbelievably sad for him and I would think that he would lash out at people trying to put blame on them. So he doesn't really understand how Harry is not angry at him and is totally content with being with him.

Also, Bluestreak is quite desperate to get back to his friends so he doesn't want to waste time on resting or healing.