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I forgot about this one.

It's kind of a take out of between chapter 32 and 33 that never really made it way in. It spawned from a question on the blog.

The fact that he was leaving rather colorful ped steps behind him as he scrambled down the hall didn't even process to the splattered Praxian. In fact, he wasn't even aware of the few rather shocked looks that trailed after him as he flew past bots heading toward a familiar door.

The door that he smacked faceplate first into when he made the corner too fast not giving himself enough room to stop in any manner of speaking. A resonating SMACK echoed down the hallway as Bluestreak yelped, twisted, latched onto his suddenly leaking noseplate, and landed hard on his aft on the floor.

For a nano he sat there sort of stunned before the real ache started to set in and he let lose a small whine rocking forward slightly.

"Oww," Hissing to himself as he pulled back the hand that was cupping the throbbing going on he found himself staring down at the thick blue substance sliding around his palm and fingers. "Damn it."

On some level he might have heard the ped steps on the other side of the door, but for the most part he was too busy tilting his helm back and sniffling trying to stop the heavy flow of energon dripping down his faceplate. The door sliding open was hard to miss though even if he did have his helm thrown back. On his aft on the floor it was easy to see the forms of Prowl and Jazz stopping to look down at him.

"Blue?!" Prowl's panicked voice was not what shocked Bluestreak, instead it was the larger mech snatching hold of his front and hastily pulling him upright, to him, and back into the room. The bigger mech almost picked him up in his haste as he brought him into the office and plopped him down on the top of his desk. Had Blue's noseplate not been stinging so sharply the younger Praxian might have felt a little bit huffy about the elder still treating him like some helpless little youngling. Then again, it was Prowl and Blue knew very well there was a part of the mech that would always only be able to see the leaking youngling he pulled out from under a burning building when the world came crashing down around them.

It was the same part of him that would always see the broken half grown mechling that clung and cried to him for a long time after Praxus fell. The vorns had healed Bluestreak, helped patch that giant hole in who he was after what he survived, but it was Prowl and Jazz that made it to where he was able to face those vorns. It was Prowl and Jazz that fought to keep him alive when he didn't want to be anymore.

They were his family, the first family he'd let himself try and have after his life went to pit. They were the family that made him brave enough to live again. To be open to having the rest of the family that came to life around him.

Back before even the two of them were a family.

"What the pit, Blue mechlin'?" Jazz's smooth voice pulled the silver-grey mech from his helm where he found himself with his chin in Prowl's hand and his noseplate pinched between Jazz's claws.

That prompted a yelp.

"Oww! Jazz, let go!" He whined, his voice sounding strange with the pinch to his noseplate and the energon bubbling around his mouth.

"Be still." Jazz told him firmly in that tone that left no room for disobedience. Blue went still letting Prowl keep him there as Jazz cleaned his faceplate with a rag he pulled from subspace and looked over the damage he'd done.

"Its not so bad." He mumbled around the hold they had on him.

"We will decide that." Prowl huffed at him. "What did you do, for Primus' sake?"

"Ran into your door." Sighing he shuffled a little. "I forgot I was late."

"Being late does not mean ya should try and run through the door, Blue." Jazz scolded, but it was a fond tone and Blue just smiled in return.

"Yeah." He laughed nervously. "Sorry."

"It's fine, as long as you haven't gone and broken something." Prowl replied, tilting the smaller Praxian's chin back and forth to check over his faceplate when Jazz was finished cleaning. The firm grip he gave to his noseplate stung more then Blue wanted to admit, but even he could tell it wasn't broken.

"I'm okay, Prowl." He assured the two tone earning himself a light thump on his chevron from the saboteur.

He knew the other enough to know that Prowl would not be satisfied with that until he was a hundred percent sure. So he sat there on the desk before the mech that took him in and took care of him. The warm feeling the care in those optics and his field brought to him was worth being treating like a sparkling.

It was only after the last of the energon had been swiped from him and Prowl checked him over in detail was he let go. Only then did Jazz and Prowl seem to look past the energon and see the eight or more different shades of paint covering him from the tips of his chevron to the bottom of his peds.

For a klick there was nothing but silence as they stood there looking him over until two sets of blue came up to hold his as he gave a sheepish smile.

"Do we even want to know?" Prowl sighed loudly, crossing his arms over his chest as his doorwings flexed behind him.

Blue shrugged. "Sideswipe threw paint at me."

Jazz lifted an optic ridge over over the rim of his visor. "And why the frag did he do that?"

Another shrugged. "He's Sides, I don't know. They kinda seem like their mad at me. I don't know why though."

"His idea of a prank, I suppose." Prowl rolled his optics, wings rising.

"Oh it wasn't so bad." Blue's smile curled up his lips. "Jynx didn't seem to like it, considering she scrapped some off of me and flung it at Sunny's faceplate."

Stunned silence reined for a good five klicks as the mates stared down at him until finally Jazz choked out.

"She did what?"

"She threw paint at Sunstreaker after Sides threw it at me."

"Is she alright?" Jazz's armor was tightening down as the silver mech looked just about ready to bolt down to the hanger. He probably would have had Bluestreak not laughed.

"Yeah, Jazz, she's fine. It started a paint fight. It was awesome. You should have seen her, I've never seen her look that happy before. She was playing, mechs. Playing. With us."

"Playing." Prowl repeated as if he couldn't process it. There was a nano in which it crossed Blue's mind that maybe the other's battle computer wouldn't be able to make sense of that with the knowledge he had gathered about the little femme, but the black and white mech shook his helm after a moment working it out without the damn glitch taking hold. "She was playing."

"Yeah," Blue nodded. "Running around the hanger being chased and chasing back. Who would have thought that right? Really. It was awesome! Though it does sorta itch."

His nanites were finally starting to fight the none frame paint leaving an itch coming to life all over his frame. Especially his splattered doorwings that were starting to flex unhappily behind his back.

Jazz chuckled. "Go get you're self cleaned up, Blue. We're gonna go ahead and head up to see Optimus."

"But I thought you needed help?"

"That was two breems ago." Prowl smiled at him.

Blue sank down a little bit and smiled guiltily. "Okay. Sorry."

"It's aright." Prowl assured him. It wasn't like he'd wish for the smaller mech to be anything other than what the silly, sweet mech was.

I do love Bluestreak. ^-^

-Jaycee