Deep Blue Love 10

Bluestreak was weak but not unconscious but the beating Smokescreen gave him and made him feel dizzy and faint. However he refused to fall into recharge whilst Prowl fought Smokescreen, their great fits clashing against each other. At first it appeared to the youth that Prowl was winning but Smokescreen grabbed his arm and threw him into a pile of boulders, making Prowl cry out in pain. Smokescreen advanced towards the officer who was trying to get up, grabbing a boulder and smashed it against Prowl's head, the blow smashing off an audio and a horn. Bluestreak gasped and tried to get up, he had to help, he couldn't just sit there like a weakling but he sighed with relieve when Prowl grabbed Smokescreen and sent him a uppercut, forcing him back.

'You're a disgrace to the Autobots!' snarled Prowl as he finally stood up, brushing the dirt away and ignoring the pain of a missing audio and horn.

'I'm a disgrace? You're the one who let that runt join us!' growled Smokescreen as he released a cloud of smoke, blinding Prowl.

Prowl had forgotten about Smokescreen's hidden trump card and all he could was remain alert in the cloud of black smoke. Bluestreak couldn't see either and whimpered when he heard Prowl yelping and crying out when Smokescreen attacked him. The youth forced himself to his feet and tried to locate them both before it was too late. He heard Smokescreen cry out in pain after getting whacked by Prowl and then the sound of blaster fire. Then he saw to figures in the smoke not too far from where he was standing.

'I'm gonna turn you into slag when I'm through with you!' howled Prowl.

'That's the best you got, you lame excuse for an Autobot!? screamed Smokescreen.

Bluestreak tried to figure out who was where but Smokescreen and Prowl had similar figures so he couldn't tell which was which when he spotted their shadows fighting each other in the black smoke. He pulled out a blaster and aimed, knowing it was stupid but if he didn't do something quick, Prowl would end up badly damaged or worse. However before Bluestreak could pull the trigger he heard Prowl cry out to him.

'Bluestreak stay out of this, go back to base and call for help!'

Bluestreak ignored the order, he wasn't going to leave Prowl alone with the now very dangerous Smokescreen. Then the young Gunner felt pain when he felt the two bots crash into him, knocking the blaster out of his hands and out of reach. Bluestreak yelped again as he felt a blow to the face, Prowl had accidentally hit him and it didn't take him too long to realize who he just hit.

'Slag it Blue, get out of here, you're in the way!' snarled Prowl as he went for Smokescreen.

Bluestreak whimpered as he sat up, the smoke clearing and the two bots fighting. He was only trying to help but so far he had made it worse for Prowl, the angered mech taking it out on Smokescreen who fought back just as well as the Autobot officer. He didn't even apologize...then again he really didn't have the time to say sorry but he doubted that he would ever say it. Bluestreak knew Prowl wanted him to leave but he didn't want to, Smokescreen still had his Blaster on him and the gambler was already getting out of control. Bluestreak just did what Prowl ordered him to do, stay out the way and call for help. His communication devive was damaged but he managed to send an SOS frequency that Blaster would be able to pick up.

'I'm gonna kill you, you piece of slag!' snarled a crazed Smokescreen.

'Not before I rip out your Spark!' screamed Prowl.

Bluestreak gasped as the gambler finally pulled out his Blaster, aiming it at Prowl but Prowl knocked it out of his hands but not out the way. As the bots tried to reach for it Bluestreak saw his chance and tried to grab it himself, almost over-joyed when he grabbed it and snatched it away from the two bots. Smokescreen and Prowl halted on the spot as Bluestreak stood up, aiming his blaster at Smokescreen.

'Surrender Smokescreen you lost!' demanded Bluestreak.

However Smokescreen smirked and he suddenly tumbled and rolled off too fast for Bluestreak to keep his aim on him. Then Smokescreen snatched something up from the ground and aimed it at the youth, making Prowl's optics widen in shock and Bluestreak cringe in disbelief. Bluestreak had forgotten about his own blaster that fell to the floor and now Smokescreen had it and was aiming it at him, a victorious smirk on Smokescreen's face.

'Good riddance Blue.' he snarled as he pulled the trigger.

Bluestreak had dropped his guard and he braced himself for pain the moment he heard the blaster fire. However Prowl was quick and he managed to pounce on Bluestreak, pushing him out the way but the blast hit him in the back. Prowl grimaced in pain and fell on top of Bluestreak, his weight restricting the movement of the youth underneath him. The youth gasped in horror as Prowl wheezed in pain and Energon began to flow down his back, Smokescreen standing over them with Blue's blaster in hand.

'Jeez Blue, look at what you did. If you weren't the idiot you are then Prowl wouldn't have to suffer now would he?'

Bluestreak hated to admit it but Smokescreen was right, so far he had messed up Prowl's life and even put his life in danger. He was a destroying the life of the Autobot he loved and cared for, he didn't care if Prowl still hated him, he still loved him, now look where it all got him. If hadn't joined the Autobots none of this would of happened, Prowl would still be happy and would have no troubles in his life. Prowl didn't need him and he didn't deserve Prowl. As Bluestreak began to sob, Smokescreen continued.

'If you hadn't joined the Autobots Bluestreak, Prowl would of had a good life, but no. You came along with your stupid little innocent act and everything falls apart. You joining us was the biggest mistake of your life and Prowl's! I swear the only thing you'd be good for is throwing your aft around but you couldn't even do that! I really feel for you Prowl, letting this idiot in has really ruined everything the Autobot's stand for.'

At that moment Prowl made a gasping wheeze, slowly followed by a low chuckle. Bluestreak looked up at Prowl confused while Smokescreen tilted his head, puzzled to find the officer laughing at this point. How could he laugh with a quarter of his back blown off? Had he blown his logic circuits as well? Then Prowl sent a death glare up at the gambler, almost throwing Smokescreen off balance.

'You're w-wrong Smokescreen!' snarled Prowl, Energon already trickling out of his mouth.

Smokescreen suddenly snarled and forced the blaster into Prowl's forehead, the officer not flinching. Bluestreak gasped in horror as Smokescreen gently pulled the trigger back, another inch and Prowl's head would be gone. He tried to move but he felt the officer place a hand on his chest, as if he was telling him to stay down and that it would be alright. Smokescreen growled again.

'I'm wrong about what!?' he snarled.

Smokescreen really hated it when someone would tell him he was wrong and sometimes when others weren't aware he would make those who accused him pay. However he had Prowl at point blank range and yet the officer was telling him he was wrong about everything he had said, which he did not like. Prowl coughed up a bit more Energon but he continued with what he had to say.

'It w-wasn't a mistake to bring Bluestreak into the Autobots. We were once s-scared and full of doubt, no moral was within our ranks, even Prime was at loos sometimes. Some of us even lost the w-will to live and we all thought we were going to loose this war. I too lost the strengh to go on and at t-times I thought of ending it all. B-but when I found Bluestreak that day, I f-felt something I hadn't felt in a long time and when I brought him back to base he suddenly gave everyone a r-reason to live for again, like he reminded us that there was a reason to continue to fight. His smiles gave everyone hope and his laughter m-made life more bearable. He gave us all a reason to live, we wanted a Cybertron where everyone would smile like him everyday. He helped the Autobots by lending us his strengh and to this day I d-don't regret ever bringing him in our lives.'

Bluestreak felt his cheeks flush a little, he had no idea he meant that much to Prowl and the rest of the Autobots. He had no idea that his cheerful antics and jokes would boost up the moral of the Autobots, he had always felt like he was just another solider, no one special, just another bot fighting the good fight. Did he truly make Prowl feel this way? He brought him and everyone else hope? He almost made him feel wanted and that he finally felt like he was truly part of the Autobot troops and that maybe...possibly...Prowl did feel something for him. Prowl didn't look down at Blue, he continued to glare at Smokescreen who was starting to get pissed.

'Give me a slagging break, his smiles and laughter give the Autobots nothing but headaches! Now either you will take it all back or I'll blow both your heads off!'

Smokescreen had lost it, his hatred for Bluestreak's carefree attitude was making him unstable and Prowl feared the worst. He couldn't move and Bluestreak was stuck underneath him, if Smokescreen pulled that trigger they would both die, he had to think fast for the youth's sake. Smokescreen continued to threaten the officer, shouting and screaming at Prowl until Bluestreak finally spoke up.

'Smokescreen...please leave Prowl out of this. If it's me you want...then go ahead...just please don't hurt Prowl and I'll do anything!'

Prowl suddenly looked down at Bluestreak, his face no longer filled with fear but a determined look, his optics glaring up at Smokescreen. The Gambler considered the offer, liking the idea of having the youth do whatever he wanted but Prowl refused to let this monster have his way with the younger bot. He looked down at Bluestreak with pleading optics, he couldn't do anything, the blast had disabled him and he winced when he was kicked off the youth by Smokescreen.

'Fine then...you and I have a little fun and then I might let Prowl crawl back to base.' sniggered the Gambler, forcing Bluestreak to his feet.

'G-get away from him you sick slag!' snarled Prowl, trying to get up.

Smokescreen kicked him again, still holding the youth by the arm. Bluestreak tried to shake loose to help Prowl but Smokescreen held him tight, the Gambler dragging him back a little, laughing as Prowl did his best to crawl towards them, still determined to save Bluestreak. The youth wanted to say something, he wanted to tell Prowl it was gonna be alright but he had to be strong for now, he did after all have a plan. Smokescreen snickered a little as Prowl tried to stand up and he dragged Bluestreak back a little, the youth trying to remain calm. Smokescreen glared at Bluestreak and sneered.

'Hey Bluestreak, I'll go easy on ya if you kick him round the face!'

Prowl was still trying his best to get back up and Bluestreak just stood still, waiting for the right moment. Smokescreen laughed as Prowl fell to the ground, groaning in pain as more Energon spilled out of his wound, desperate to try and get Bluestreak away from the monster that was holding him. Smokescreen glared at Bluestreak and sneered again.

'C'mon Bluestreak, you worthless Autobot, kick him in the face already and I might just go easy on ya.'

Bluestreak took a deep breath and looked back at Prowl, the second in command holding his wound and trying to halt the flow of Energon gushing out of his body, before looking back at Smokescreen, praying this plan was going to work. Smokescreen seemed displeased that Bluestreak wasn't doing what he had commanded him to do and was a little surprised to have the young Autobot suddenly speak to him in a strange tone.

'Smokescreen...before I do there is a question I have to ask you.'

'Oh really...what might that be?' sneered the Gambler.

Prowl looked up to see Smokescreen still gripping Bluestreak by the arm with the young bot looking straight at him, with a scared but determined look in his optics. Smokescreen looked annoyed and he waited for the question from the youth.

'Why do you think I was made into a gunner?' asked the young Autobot.

Smokescreen rolled his optics, he really wasn't into stupid and pointless questions but it didn't really matter anyway, there was no way this little brat was going to fight him off and there was no way the wounded officer will get back up to fight him. He chuckled, knowing in confidence that he was going to win.

'I don't know, why?'

At that moment Bluestreak's scared little face suddenly turned into a cheeky smirk.

'Because I have custom made blaster's built into my shoulders.'

Smokescreen's jaw dropped, he had forgotten one of Bluestreak's hidden traits. The blaster's that were built into his shoulder's, he was able to hide them within his shoulder's, his hidden weapon that remained hidden to all his foes and he had forgotten all about it. Before he could do anything Bluestreak had already brought them out and aimed them at the Gambler's chest, firing them instantly. Smokescreen staggered back, crying out as the blast had hit his core and his Spark Chamber was forcing him into an emergency shut down. Bluestreak fell back on the floor and watched as Smokescreen smashed against a rock, his optics flickering off as his body finally shut down, meaning he was now safe. The youth sighed with relief, before jumping back up when he remembered that Prowl was still injured. He ran over to him and help him into a comfortable position, trying to stop bleeding and wincing every time Prowl groaned in pain.

'It's OK Prowl, don't worry, the others will be here soon.'

Prowl made a small sigh, trying to relax and keep his Energon reserves at a stable level. Bluestreak sat close to him, pressing his hand up to his wound on his back to try and stop the flow of Energon, thankfully the damage wasn't major, Prowl was just going to feel really sick after this.

'I'm so...so sorry Prowl.' sobbed Bluestreak, now realizing that the reason Prowl got hurt was because he came out to get him, if he hadn't run off crying like a Sparkling then Prowl wouldn't be like this.

'Don't...be...an...idiot.' gasped Prowl, still trying to maintain some pride in his voice.

Bluestreak looked up at Prowl a little confused, he was expecting the officer to tell him off for running off like a fool, he had seen him give telling offs even if he was in a bad state. Prowl tried to sit up, wincing a little at the pain, but managed to get into a position where he was able to keep his balance and hold out his hand to hold Bluestreak, his hand gently caressing his face. The youth felt his face burn up as Prowl's hand run up and down his cheek.

''It was never...your fault...if anyone...is to blame...it's me...I was...blind...I ignored your cries and treated you like...nothing...you never deserved that...never.'

Prowl's hand suddenly went limp and Bluestreak gasped and panicked at the horror of having Prowl shut down so suddenly in front of him. In the distance he could hear Autobot engines and knew help was arriving, all he could do was hold Prowl, telling his silent body he was going to be alright. He was no medic so all he could do was hold Prowl and wait for the others to finally appear.

Bluestreak wasn't badly injured but Ratchet insisted he remained in the Med Bay until he was given the all clear, anyway he didn't really mind, he was closer to Prowl after all. The officer remained in recharge with Wheeljack working on the blast wound, which he did inform the youth it wasn't fatal. Time seemed to flash before the Gunner's optics, Ratchet and Wheeljack worked on the pair of them but they didn't engage any friendly conversation with each other, Optimus and Jazz came in and out to get some progress reports and to see how they were both doing, the Twins came in to tell Bluestreak everything that had been going on, including what happened to Smokescreen.

'He's been charged with assult to a supieror officer, assulting a younger member of the team, theft, drugging an officer and a whole lot of other stuff after Teletraan-1 did a scan in his CPU.' exclaimed an excited Sideswipe.

After discovering all of his crimes Smokescreen was held in the brig where he was to remain until he was transported back to Cybertron to face his crimes in the great halls of Iacon. However that didn't bring a smile to Bluestreak's face, neither did the fact that Optimus gave him a formal apology, or that the other Autobots claimed how truly sorry they were. Having Prowl sleeping next to him whilst he was recovering didn't even make him smile, he would usually feel giddy over the whole thing. Even after the kind words that Prowl used to discribe him when Smokescreen held him, he still knew one thing.

'He still hates me.' sighed Bluestreak, starting up a conversation with Wheeljack who was taking care of him.

'I know the feeling.' sighed the Engineer.

Bluestreak saw that coming, Ratchet was still mad at Wheeljack and it didn't look good for either of them. It was all his fault of course.

'I'm sorry.' sighed Bluestreak.

Wheeljack stopped working and looked down at the youth, his face filled with guilt and sorrow. He made a small smirk under his mask and placed a hand on the youth's shoulder, making Bluestreak look up into the Engineer's optics.

'It's not your fault. Ratchet was bound to find out one day...and it's not your fault what happened to Prowl, if anyone was to blame it was Smokescreen...and us for not even considering he was the one to blame. i also don't believe that Prowl hates you...if he took a hit for you, I think that means he truly does care for you.'

Wheeljack gave Bluestreak a small pat on the shoulder before carrying on with his work. The youth sighed and rolled over on his side, glancing over at Prowl, who was now fine but still in recharge. He looked even more breath-taking in the light but Bluestreak had to face the facts, he had been a fool, thinking everything was going to end in a fariy tale ending where Prowl would wisk him off his feet and carry him off into the sunset. How naive he was, there was no way that would happen know, the officer was out of his league, he saw that now. All he did was cause problems for him, he wasn't the right bot for him and Prowl did truly deserve someone better. Shutting off his optics so he himself could get some well needed rest, he made a vow that he would never, ever try to get the officer he loved so much to fall for him ever again.