AN: For ryagelle over on LJ.
SN: OK so I'm not entirely happy with this one. It's blatant reference to my graduation last Sat. including the fact that we were broadcasting live over the net. However ryagelle liked it so I am leaving it as is.
Excited
The knock was both timid and excited. "Come in," Prowl intoned not looking up from his data pads. The door opened and shut quickly and for a moment the room was silent, except for the slight sounds of the mech shifting his weight from foot to foot. Finally Prowl put down his pad and looked up. Bluestreak stood before him, hands tucked behind his back looking very excited and nervous. "Yes Bluestreak?"
"Well you know how my friend, the one I met online, is graduating this weekend? From college?"
"Indeed. However we can not spare you for the time it would take you to get to Massachusetts and back. I'm sorry."
"I know. I know." Bluestreak waved off the tactician, and continued. "But here's the thing. Its a tech school and they broadcast a live feed throughout the campus, but what she just found out is that the school is also broadcasting it live over the web."
"And?"
"Its a three hour time difference, so to see her graduation which starts at 11, I'd have to be free at eight. The problem is that you normally put me on the early shift on Saturdays, and that goes till 9... So is there any chance that I can get a different shift? Just this weekend?"
Prowl looked on indulgently. Mechs were always trying to get out of shifts, normally for their own selfish reasons. Bluestreak however had never asked to get out of shift. Had taken on extra shifts for others who wanted out of their own. And this wasn't for himself. This was to help a friend celebrate her accomplishments even on the other side of the country.
As Bluestreak continued to ramble, his hope fading away as Prowl said nothing, the stoic second in command raised his hand, cutting off the flow of words. "I believe it will be possible to find someone else to cover that shift. You may have it off. Is there anything else?"
Mutely Bluestreak shook his head, surprised into silence. Prowl gave a sharp nod, and returned to his work. Bluestreak was silent for a moment longer. "Thank you Prowl," he blurted out and fled the office. The black and white mech just chuckled as the door closed. He could already hear Bluestreak calling his friend to tell her the news, his excitement almost tangible. Shaking his head, Prowl allowed himself an indulgent smile, as he picked up the next data pad.