Deep Blue Love Part 2
Bluestreak had no idea making a pen was going to be this hard, but he was determined to make this for Prowl. Wheeljack had given him everything he needed and Ratchet had kindly written off some basic instructions on how to make one, even Sideswipe could make one if he read it. It was proving a tad bit difficult though, the gunner had no idea what bit was what and what was what bit however he carried on, right through the night until at last he presumed he had what looked like a brand new Electro Pen in his hand. It looked a little messy but the gunner had added a little paint to it, red, black and white, the colours that reminded him of Prowl. He tested it on a Data Pad and was quite pleased to see that it worked perfectly.
'It's perfect! Now to give it to him on his big day!'
However Bluestreak was a little bit impatient and the more he thought about what Prowl would say to him when receiving it, the more tempted he was to just give to Prowl as an early B-Day Gift. Wheeljack had a look at it and he was very impressed, he even offered to look after it for Blue, but the gunner refused. He wanted it to be with him until the day came he would give it to the Second in Command, which was so very tempting.
'I promise I won't show him!' said the mechanic, still looking at the pen.
'Noooo! C'mon Wheeljack, I can take care of it!' moaned Bluestreak, clutching the pen.
'OK fine but just try to have some patience.' chuckled the mechanic.
Wheeljack gave up but tried to convince the young Autobot that if he gave it to Prowl now, it wouldn't be much of a birthday present. On the other hand it would be better because Prowl shut himself up in his office whenever his birthday came up, which meant he was probably tyring to hide from the birthday cheer. Bluestreak did try but Prowl's Birthday was another 3 days away and he couldn't wait that long. Plus he had to go see Prowl about his punishment for going into his office, meaning he would see Prowl trying to get his pen to work again and making the temptation grow. He grimaced as he walked into Prowl's office with the pen concealed, the officer expecting him.
'I'm here for my punishment.' he mumbled, not too happy with working on his day off.
Prowl looked up, holding his old pen and a Data Pad, evidence that he had been tapping it against his desk from the marks. He pointed with his pen to a pile of data pads in the corner of the room, left on a some mini berth that Bluestreak never noticed before.
'Good, you can start by organizing those Data Files over there in numerical order.'
Bluestreak suddenly brightened up, he was expecting to assist with some heavy duty work or something but working near Prowl was a dream come true. He smiled a little as he started to sort out the Data Pads, not caring how messy they were if it meant being close to his crush. As he worked he glanced over at Prowl, his head was down as he was writing out. The gunner made a small sigh, Prowl was so very handsome and so enchanting to look at, it amazed him that the officer didn't already have a partner or a bondmate. A long time ago he thought it was Jazz, they seemed to be so very close but everyone said that wasn't possible, those two argued all the time when nothing went their way. Prowl noticed the gunner looking at him and peered over confused.
'What?' he said bluntly.
Bluestreak flinched out of his dream like state and flushed a little.
'N-nothing.' he stammered.
Prowl stared at him for a moment before continuing with his work. Bluestreak made a small sigh and continued organising the data files, flinching when he heard the the sound of a tapping pen. He glanced over to see Prowl slamming his pen on the desk, his face filled with frustration as his pen refused to work. The young gunner winced a little, he had the pen with him right now and he really wanted to give it to him. He tried to ignore it but the tapping got louder.
'Stupid pile of slag!' muttered the officer.
Bluestreak was now really tempted to just walk up to him and give him the home-made pen but he really wanted to give it to him on his birthday, however the tapping was getting louder. Plus Prowl continued to mutter and grumble about his old pen. The young gunner tried to make up a topic to get him off the idea of giving it to him.
'So Prowl, how's Ironhide doing nowadays, I rarely see him.'
To his joy Prowl did answer him but what he said made everything worse.
'He's fine. I'm a little annoyed that he continues to pester me about having a party for my day of birth or something, I have a feeling that Jazz or Blaster put him up to it.'
Bluestreak grimaced and tried some other topic, maybe he should talk about someone more serious than the old third in command, maybe the Autobot leader. He never pestered anyone about celebrating their birthdays or anything like that.
'Is Prime doing alright nowadays?'
'Yes but he keeps asking me about ideas for a gift for Jazz, it's his day of birth in a week.'
Bluestreak grimaced even more, the temptation was rising and his hand kept wandering to where his pen was hidden, no matter what he heard from Prowl it drew his mind back to the pen in his concealed compartment. He glanced over at Prowl who once again was tapping the old pen against his desk. The young gunner looked at Prowl's in-box, it had a lot of documents and files that needed filling in. With that pen he wouldn't be able to finish them on time, all the more reason to give him the new pen. Bluestreak waited a little longer till he heard the tapping again, making up his mind at last.
'Hey...er, Prowl?'
Bluestreak walked over to Prowl's desk, the officer looking up with a stern expression on his face.
'What?'
Bluestreak felt his face flare up as he rummaged around for the pen, pulling it out in his hands and presenting it to the second in command. He began to loose his nerves and stammered as he spoke.
'Um, I know you don't like celebrating your birthday and all, umm, I mean I know you hate that sort of thing but I...er...made you something that was meant for your birthday and I thought it could help you with your work.'
Bluestreak flushed a little as Prowl glanced at the pen, his expression not changing. There was a silence and Bluestreak half expected the second in command to just snatch it out of his hands and mutter thanks or something. However, to Blue's horror, Prowl looked away and continued with his work, muttering,
'No thanks.'
Bluestreak was dumbfounded, he never expected his crush to turn down the gift, he was sure that he would of excepted the gift from him. Why didn't Prowl want a perfectly brand new pen?
'B-but it works!' he yelped, hoping Prowl would reconsider.
'I already have a pen.' replied the second in command.
'B-b-but it doesn't even work!'
'I like my pen, if you don't mind.'
'But I...I...I made it for you.'
Prowl looked up from his work and gave the young gunner a cold glare, making poor Bluestreak flinch a little, Prowl could be quite scary when he wanted to be.
'Well you wasted your time, I don't want things from immature machines. Now if you're done, just go.'
Those words stung Bluestreak's Spark and made a sick feeling in his engines. Prowl looked back down at his work and continued to finish off his in-box, not caring if Bluestreak was there or not. The young gunner felt the tears ready to fall but he didn't want to cry in front of his crush so he ran out the room, down the hallway until he was sure he was far enough before bursting into tears. He had known Prowl to be cold at times but the young Autobot could never get used to it, he had been around him a long time now but he still had a hard time getting used to the officers cold attitude. However that didn't change the fact that he still liked him, he had been through worse things then that to give up now, he still liked Prowl very much, he did something for him, a long time ago, something no other Autobot had done so he wasn't going to give up now.
'Well, well, if it isn't poor little Blue, get rejected by the big meanie...again?'
Bluestreak flinched when he heard the voice and he looked up to see an Autobot he didn't really want to see right now, Smokescreen. Smokescreen was a down right jerk when he wanted to be and he always teased the gunner about his crush on the second in command, saying he should focus on Autobots who were worth it...mainly him.
'Go away Smokescreen.' muttered Bluestreak.
Smokescreen ignored him and stepped closer, smirking at the dry tears on Bluestreak's face, he knew the young gunner was very sensitive and he knew how to hurt him.
'Aww, whats the matter? Gonna cry again? Y'know I'm pretty good at drying those tears away...care to talk about it in my room?' snickered the vulgar Autobot.
Bluestreak flinched again, he knew what Smokescreen was really after and he wasn't about to let him have it. He tried to leave but Smokescreen had closed the gap in between them and pressed the smaller Autobot up against the wall, his face dangerously close to Bluestreak's own face.
'G-get off me!' yelped the gunner, trying to push the bigger Autobot off him.
Bluestreak winced and squeezed his optics shut when Smokescreen began to kiss, lick and nuzzle at his neck, his hands crushing his arms in an attempt to keep Bluestreak still. The gunner yelped and tried to push him away, his attempts weren't helping at pushing the big brute away and he grimaced at the unwanted touches. Smokescreen smirked as he had the young Autobot helpless in his arms, he was very tempted to just drag him away back to his room but his sensors suddenly detected the presence of a nearby Autobot. Not wanting to get caught and ruin his reputation he let go of Bluestreak and walked away, leaving the poor thing to hug himself and dry his tears away.
'Later Blue, maybe we can continue where we left off.' snickered the cruel Autobot.
Bluestreak growled and punched the wall in frustration, leaving a large dent. He hated Smokescreen, he acted like a hotshot in front of everyone else and everyone loved him, he only tried to seduce him when he was alone, not wanting other Autobots to see his other half, his darker half. Bluestreak couldn't tell anyone, he was afraid they would all get disgusted with him and they wouldn't believe it. Smokescreen also made life harder for Prowl, he made the paperwork pile up during missions when he did his stupid stunts and he went around teasing the second in command, making Prowl's life harder then it already was, however Prowl ignored him, told him he was a waste of spare parts. that was one of the many things Bluestreak admired about Prowl, in fact once Prowl stood up for Blue when Smokescreen was, supposedly, having a playful tease with him in front of the other Autobots, telling him that only a Decepticon would do such a thing and making the crude Autobot look like a fool. Bluestreak smirked at the memory and jumped when he felt someone grab him from behind, thinking it was Smokescreen back for more.
'Hey Blue, what ya up to?'
Looking over his shoulder, Bluestreak smiled with relief to see Jazz, the third in command. He was a little unsure of Jazz at first when he found out that he and Prowl used to be close but Jazz insisted that he and Prowl were just good friends, which was a little hard to believe since Jazz and Prowl were complete opposites, an odd couple. However he still regarded the officer as a close friend.
'Oh nothing Jazz...just one of those days.' muttered the young Autobot, trying to sound upbeat like he always was.
'Tell me about, I still can't convince that up tight bot about celebrating his daybirth...or was it birthday...anyway, everyone else has done it and yours is in a couple of months!'
Bluestreak smirked a little, even Jazz wanted to throw a party for Prowl but Prowl didn't want to have a party, he hated them like Blaster hated Soundwave. Jazz made a low sigh as he trailed off.
'I really wanted to throw him one too, he's been so stressed lately.'
Bluestreak frowned a little until he remembered something Blaster told him about parties. The boom box had studied them and he found out there was all sorts of parties from kiddie parties to cocktail parties and something called a surprise party. Bluestreak got curious and asked about it, Blaster told him it was when a group of friends planned a party for someone without telling him and on the day of the party they lure him to it and they all scream surprise or something. What if they did that? Throw a surprise part for Prowl?
'Hey Jazz! I got an idea!!'
Jazz seemed to like the idea when Bluestreak followed him back to his office and explained the whole thing to him, he even called Blaster in to confirm it and see if he was up for a surprise party for the second in command. Bluestreak was over the moon when Blaster got excited to throw a surprise party for someone, he didn't really care who it was for and Jazz seemed excited as well. The only problem they had was convincing Optimus Prime to allow them to organize it and he usually sent requests like that to Prowl, however Bluestreak was determined to throw the part and Jazz almost went into shock when the young gunner just burst into Prime's office and started begging to him. Optimus was in the middle of wrapping something and when he saw Jazz, he quickly hid it.
'Bluestreak what is the meaning of this?' demanded the Autobot leader.
'Sorry sir but I have to ask you something and its something only you can do!'
Optimus raised a brow, wondering what the younger Autobot wanted so badly that he would fall to his knees and start begging like crazy, plus he got both Jazz and Blaster involved so it meant trouble.
'Alright, what is it then?' sighed Optimus.
Bluestreak smiled a little and stood up, standing to attention, hoping that he would impress Prime enough to allow him to throw the party.
'You see sir, it's Prowl's day of birth in a few days and I...we wanted to throw him a party, the only problem is that he doesn't want one but Blaster told me about a surprise party where we plan a part but don't tell him about it! Can we please plan one for him!? Please?'
Optimus sighed a little and tried to resist Bluestreak's puppy like optics. He had know Prowl for a very long time and for some reason Prowl couldn't stand parties, mainly because it involved loud music and High Energon drinks, two things he hated next to the Decepticons. However he thought it was about time Prowl had a little fun and this sounded like a good excuse, plus Jazz seemed to be begging with his optics too and he couldn't really say no to Jazz.
'Alright fine...but no High Energon, we don't want a repeat of the Twins daybirth!'
'Birthday.' corrected Jazz.
'Whatever.'
Bluestreak could of hugged Optimus right there and then but Prowl suddenly appeared at the doorway and, thankfully, he didn't hear a thing about the party. He was a little curious as to why Jazz, Blaster and Bluestreak were there but the trio ran off, getting ready to plan a party that would rock his world, and just maybe, Bluestreak would be able to give him the pen and this time, he would accept it.