So... I can't make up my fragging mind on the freaking title for this story! ARGH. I Originally had it labeled Lean On Me in my computer. I liked the idea of Fratello mainly because of the last name I chose for Blue's alias. But as you can see I've changed my mind again. I think I'm leaving it unless someone can come up with a better one.

Also I decided to divide the story between the past and the 'present' for the most part. At least for the first few chapters... I don't know if anyone realized it but we've got S7 goons running around keeping poor Blue on his pedes. That's who the annoying fleshlings are just for the record...

I've realized m muse currently likes to see Blue in pain... and being harried by the S7 bozos.

Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers.

On a quieter note it is not required to read LIT-TIL or any of the other off shoot stories since I am still tweaking it..

Chapter 2: Injured

1952 Somewhere in Texas

Bluestreak vented heavily over the slowly greying corpse of Blackjack. Several of his energon lines were severed and his slowly healing communications relay was once again offline.. one of his doorwings hung at an odd and painful angle. However, despite the pain overloading the sensors, they picked up the familiar fleshlings that had been trailing after him for the last few 'years' as they called it.

He glanced down at his fallen foe, a heaviness weighing on his spark. He had tried to reason with the slagging con, despite the futility of it.

They had only run across each other when Blue had accidentally run across a long abandoned oil well. Or at least he had thought it was abandoned. Turned out that the oil well was a base for the several cons. Luckily the only one that had given chase had been Blackjack, the other three staying to guard the base.

He grit his denta as warning about his energon levels flashed across his HUD. Whatever the humans wanted with them he didn't wish to leave the greying corpse, but he rather it wasn't him. Collaspsing down painfully into his altmode with his damaged door slightly ajar, he tore across the desert.

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Blue onlined to a sharp whistle. His sensors picked up two of the fleshings, both mechs standing in front of him, one holding a hook that was connected to the towing drone behind them.

"Now dat is one beat up car."

"Wha'dya reckon did this much damage Crowley?"

"Ah dunno but she's illegally parked now help meh get 'er 'ooked up."

"Yes sir." the younger of the two said before they latched the hook under his front axle. Blue shuddered at the sensation as he was elevated off of his front tires. "Hey Crowley? Do ya think Ah can have 'er if Ah fix 'er up?"

"Gotta run da vin number and make sure she don' belong ta some one first." the older mech said as he hopped into the tow truck. "Bu' mebbe Ah'll thin' 'bout it."

The thought being fixed made Blue eager, even if he wanted nothing more to yell that he was not a she... Oh well.. Blue thought as he drifted back into recharge. Maybe I'll let them know later...