Author's Notes: Sorry I took so long to get back to this fic. I actually started this chapter right away, but then didn't get a chance to finish it until now. This chapter is for Heart of The Demons who suggested a Bluestreak chapter. Chapter 3 has already been suggested, but if you have a character you really want to see Reflector interact with let me know in your review :)

Chapter 2

Bluestreak

The Reflectors didn't get the job they thought they would get when they approached Megatron. They had assumed proving their spy skills meant they would become spies and work under Soundwave. Instead they were the whipping boys for pretty much every Decepticon in whatever unit they found themselves in.

Whatever was asked of them they did in order to stay alive. If they were told to test a weapon they tested it, which often resulted in injuries. If they were told to attack an Autobot resistance they attacked, which often resulted in more injuries. If they were told to spy on fellow Decepticons they did it, which often resulted in being blackmailed about spying on their fellow Decepticons. In short, they were frequently injured but still alive.

Three vorns had passed since they first joined the Decepticons, and in that time they had learned quite a bit. They learned that the Decepticons didn't care about them and would terminate any mech or femme that disobeyed superiors. They also learned the Autobots did care about their minibots, but going back for them often resulted in more deaths. It was difficult for Reflector to know which way was best.

This vorn found them stationed on the border between Iacon and Polyhex. Their home city-state of Nuon was on the other side of Polyhex, which is where they would've rather been, instead of looking at the abandoned towers of Iacon in the distance while they found themselves guarding an electrified border fence. For some reason the combination of barriers and decay was just depressing to the hapless minibot combiner team.

Every orn it was exactly the same. On the Decepticon side was the Reflectors guarding their side of the fence, and not too far away on the Autobot side of the fence were two low ranking 'Bots guarding their side. Viewfinder, Spyglass, and Spectro had to stare those Autobots in the optic every orn; each one silently warning the other that they would never get through them.

Most orns no one attempted to cross the border. Any mech would be a fool to even try. That meant the Reflectors had a lot of time to kill, and so did the Autobots. The Reflectors did what they always did when they were bored: they watched others around them to observe their behavior.

They noticed that one of the mechs was a Praxian and the other one was really fancy looking. The second guy was most likely an Iaconian native, and possibly an aristocrat. Border guard seemed an odd choice for someone with the funds to leave this doomed planet. The Praxian likely had a story too, since like Nuon Praxus had also been pillaged and burned to the ground by Decepticons.

The Praxian seemed to do all the talking. For joors the Praxian's voice could be vaguely heard on the Decepticon side of the fence, though the Reflectors rarely knew what he was talking about with the noble. The noble was quiet and would just patiently listen to the Praxian speak. Every orn the Praxian would drown out the quiet of the barren landscape, and the noble and Reflector would just drink in the noise and let him prattle on.

For a quarter vorn this went on uninterrupted. Every now and then someone would have to stop a runner or a flier from crossing the border. Usually neither side had to shoot, and most days were filled with nothing but boredom sprinkled with Praxian prattle. It wasn't a glamorous job, but the triplets liked it because it was safer than their previous assignments.

One orn however something changed. The Reflectors onlined from their recharge, grabbed their rations, and set off to the border fence to stand sentry as always. When they got there, however, it was quiet. Eerily quiet.

They walked until they found the spot where the Autobots usually stood guard, and they saw that the Praxian was alone. The noble was gone. The noble's golden optics usually bored into their sparks, but today...nothing. Everything was quiet and still, and the Praxian looked upset. He didn't look at the Reflectors, he never did, but they looked at him with just as much intensity as usual.

[Where did the blue and white mech go?] Spectro asked over the bond.

[Maybe he got terminated,] Spyglass posited.

[Could be, or he could've just been transferred,] Viewfinder guessed.

[Should we do something?] Spectro asked the others.

[About the Autobot?] Viewfinder scoffed, [He's our enemy. We are Decepticons, and Decepticons do not comfort weakness. We exploit weakness.]

[But we don't really have anything against them,] Spectro pointed out, [We just like to refuel and recharge with a roof over our helms. Come on brothers, we've stared at this mech and listened to him speak for 20 stellar cycles. I could probably draw this guy from memory! We can't just leave him like this.]

[But we're not allowed to cross the border fence,] Spyglass retorted, [That's kind of our entire job! We can't break the rules we enforce. That's treason.]

[I agree with Spyglass,] Viewfinder said in a subdued tone which was felt rather than heard, [However, maybe we can do something to cheer up the Praxian without having to cross the border.]

[Yay! My suggestion was taken!] Spectro celebrated, while the other two sent him waves of annoyance through the bond, [So, what's the plan?]

Viewfinder thought about it, and after a few breems felt he had a solution. He told his plan to his brothers over the bond, and they sent him waves of joy; knowing this was a great idea.

Bluestreak was waiting for Mirage to return. They had received a distress signal on the other side of the border that one of their scouts had been captured, and Mirage had volunteered for the risky assignment of crossing the border to retrieve her. His invisibility kept him from the sight of most mechs, but Bluestreak still couldn't help but worry about his friend. After all, they had spent 25 stellar cycles at this post.

His train of thought was interrupted when he heard something that sounded like a small engine coming right toward him. Bluestreak readied his rifle, nervous at what might be headed his way, and found the source of the noise after a tense breem of waiting.

It was a small aerial drone. It kind of reminded Bluestreak of Roller, but this one had a helicopter's rotor system. Hm, maybe he should name it Rotor instead of Roller? Focus, Bluestreak! That thing came from the Polyhexian side of the border!

Bluestreak aimed his rifle to shoot down the Decepticon drone, but then noticed that the drone didn't attack him. Instead it landed a few mechano-meters away from him. Bluestreak was afraid of what that might mean, but his curiosity overcame his fear and he carefully stepped toward the now motionless object.

He tapped the drone with the tip of his gun and jumped back with an undignified squeak when a small metallic object dropped from the bottom of the device. Once his systems were calm enough he reached for the object, and saw it was an engraved card.

"What the-?" Bluestreak asked himself in shock.

Very curious now, Bluestreak dusted off the shiny surface and read the Cybertronian script that had been carefully engraved on the sheet of metal.

Dear Autobot,

Sorry about what happened to Praxus. We understand your pain. We lost Nuon, and while it wasn't as well known as Praxus it was still a massacre. Sorry also about your comrade. You are our favorite enemy. Love, Reflector ^_^

Bluestreak didn't know what to think about this. He didn't know which of the three guards on the border was Reflector. Frankly they all looked the same to him, though he would never say that out loud. It might offend them.

Now that Bluestreak thought about it, these Decepticons never bothered the Autobot patrols or even hurled curses at them from the other side of the fence. They just minded their own business and left everyone alone. Bluestreak didn't know much about Nuon except that several ancient artifacts were destroyed by the Decepticons and that the place was crawling with empties now.

He also realized for the first time looking at the border guards that they were not only identical, but also minibots. Decepticons never showed mercy to minibots. Bluestreak wondered what the story was behind that. If they were only border guards how many special skills could they actually have?

Mind made up, Bluestreak decided that he had to go talk to them. After all, they were taking the first step to try to be on friendly terms. It was only fair he give them a chance.

Bluestreak walked up to the fence, and the Decepticon minibots instantly shrunk back as if expecting to be shot or beaten. Bluestreak held up his servos to show he wasn't holding his weapon and slowly approached the Decepticons.

"Hey guys, my designation is Bluestreak," Bluestreak began in a friendly yet strained tone of voice, "What are your names if I may ask?"

"Reflector," All three 'Cons replied in unison.

"Oh, so you're all named Reflector?" Bluestreak replied in confusion, "Did your creators run out of names?"

"It is our combined form," They once again answered in unison, and it was starting to weird Bluestreak out, "We are Reflector. We are sorry for your loss."

"Um..." Bluestreak wondered if he should tell them about the mission or not. Deciding that was a terrible idea he settled for saying, "Mirage isn't dead. He's just missing in action. He might return soon."

The Reflector's seemed at a loss for what to say next. They weren't used to talking out loud for long periods of time or interacting with anyone besides each other. They didn't have to worry about it for long, however, as Bluestreak started talking once again.

"I've never met friendly Decepticons before," Bluestreak said in a jovial manner, "I'm not trying to insult you or anything though. I mean, I'm sure you have your reasons for joining the Decepticons. I just don't know why that would be. I mean, when Praxus fell I joined the Autobots right away because they didn't hurt me, but the Decepticons hurt Nuon. Hey, what was Nuon like? Was it pretty? Praxus was a pretty town with lots of shops and lights and happy families. Nuon must'be been an old city. I heard there were artifacts there that date all the way back to the heyday of the days of Alpha Trion. I've never met Alpha Trion, but I hear he's really smart. I know a lot of smart people..."

Bluestreak chatted on and on about everything that came to his processor with little to no input from the Reflector triplets. It was a little tiring, but then again it was nice to be around someone that didn't want to hurt them. Almost everyone else in their faction wanted to hurt them, and yet it was the Autobot that offered them a normal conversation and a nonthreatening smile. It was a lot to take in.

Meanwhile, Mirage and Arcee cut the border fence and walked right on past it and back into Iacon territory without anyone noticing. Bluestreak did a very good job of keeping the Reflectors busy while Mirage did his job and got Arcee to a medic. The best part? Bluestreak didn't even realize he was helping.