Disclaimer: As per usual, the good things in life are not mine to have, but belong to someone else... in this case Hasbro, Takara and IDW and anyone else I've forgotten…
Feedback makes friends. Flames dealt with by the masters of paranoia and fire, Red Alert and Inferno.

A Picture Paints a Thousand Words
Bluestreak… and a little bit of Sparkplug

Bluestreak was hiding. He had a mission to complete and not long left to do it. And he only had one more to get. As a sniper, he was used to waiting for a long time for just the right moment. And the right moment was just about to happen. He'd been watching for nearly an hour. Watching them skirt neatly around one another while everyone else was present. They didn't know he was there. Being a sniper had its advantages after all. Finally they were left alone. They moved closer to one another, the relief in the room palpable. Bluestreak took aim and shot.

The flash startled the two mechs and Bluestreak made good his escape through the ventilation shafts. Now all he had to do was develop the film on the camera Wheeljack had made him and set everything up in the rec. room ready for Valentines Day. The Autobots were going to be in for a shock. Bluestreak had decided to celebrate the day in his own style. Knowing how some of the others preferred to keep their relationships quiet, he wanted to let everyone know that it was okay to love and be loved. He'd captured all of them in intimate moments. Enough would be seen in the pictures to show who was who, but not enough to make it explicit. Bluestreak was after all, an innocent mech.

Bluestreak didn't understand why love should be kept a secret. Reading about this earth holiday, he'd decided that now was the time to show everyone that no one should be afraid of love. He loved them all like his family. Indeed, they were his only family now, and he wanted to show them that he cared for them. And this was the way he wanted to do it, as strange a method as it may seem.

Valentines Day dawned and the first mechs into the rec. room found a recharging Bluestreak in the midst of pink and red hearts. They were scattered all over the room. A large banner proclaimed that it was Valentines Day and all the photographs Bluestreak had taken were artfully positioned on the walls.

"Well that's one way to do it." Sparkplug remarked as he gazed at the photographs. "Someone wake up the photographer so we can congratulate him." Various muttered comments were made, some threatening what they would like to do to Bluestreak, others wanting extra copies of certain photographs.

Bluestreak woke up to a hand on his shoulder, feeling rather small as he stared up into the sea of optics above him.

"Er… Happy Valentines Day guys?"