AN: Requested by darkdaebereth on LJ

SN: This is my first time writing Mirage.

Exhausted

When Bluestreak flopped down beside the spy, Mirage was prepared to have his audios talked off. While the aristocratic bot was not looking forward to it, he didn't have the spark to tell the young gunner to go away. Which is why he was completely surprise when there was no chatter. Concern evident upon his brow, Mirage turned to the gunner, only to find the Datsun curled up asleep on the other half of the couch.

He chuckled softly to himself, and looked around, taking a small sip of energon. The victory party was in full swing, high grade flowing, and the music blasting. In other words the lounge was a mad house. The minibots had taken up a section and were playing some kind of game. Sunstreaker was in med-bay, so Sideswipe was rather subdued. Jazz and Blaster had taken up space as a make shift dance floor. The party swirled around the couch.

Mirage took another look at the Bluestreak. The gunner was curled as much as possible, one elbow on the armrest, head rested delicately on that. He was going to be sore if he recharged in that position. The Lieger shook his head, and reached out and pulled the younger mech down so that he lay across the couch, using Mirage's lap as a pillow.

With a sigh, the spy turned back to observing the party. The gunner must have been completely exhausted. He had barely twitched when Mirage had rearranged him, not to mention the sheer amount of noise in the lounge. As the night grew later and the party began to wind down, Sideswipe wandered over. Gently he lifted the sleeping Datsun, so that he could sit down next the spy. The two just sat in silence, sipping energon; as Bluestreak snuggled closer to both of them.

"Thanks."

"Excuse me?" The aristocratic mech turned to look at his seatmate.

"Thanks, for looking after Blue."

"I...don't understand."

"Blue doesn't recharge real well on his own. Touch helps a lot. So thanks, for letting him do this."

The spy nodded. He had noticed that himself, just as he has noticed that the gunner talked more

and about more inane things after a bad recharge. A flash of yellow caught his optic and he looked up to see a passive Sunstreaker looking back at him.

The yellow Lamborghini walked over to the couch, and gave the Lieger an appraising look, before he reached down and scooped the still sleeping Datsun into his arms. A short nod and he was walking away. Sideswipe stood and stretched.

"Please don't mention this tomorrow."

Mirage raised an optic ridge. Would the wonders never cease. Sideswipe. Being polite.

The red Lamborghini must have misinterpreted the look. "Blue would rather think about the present rather then the past. Bringing this up will only hurt him." He looked expectant.

"You have my word."

At that the warrior nodded and left, much as his twin had moments earlier.

Swirling the energon left in his cube, Mirage took a long drink. He would have to keep a more careful eye on Bluestreak, especially if he could command such loyalty from such self involved mechs as Sideswipe and Sunstreaker.

Thanks to everyone who has read and reviewed the story this far. I hope everyone is enjoying it.