Worry and It's Forms

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Freezing was the wrong word to describe the weather outside, more like 'turn you into a human icicle' cold. Blair was running as fast as she could through the snow covered ground toward the road in front of her house. Finally she got to were the wooden fence that lined the right side of the road one the other side of the ditch. Blair walked hesitantly around the fence to find out what was causing the smoke that the jet had done.

She peered down the snow-covered road, her eyes widened at the site that greeted her. Laying at a odd angle in the ditch was a burnt up eighteen wheeler; its back facing her and its trailer that seemed not as bad shape sat in the snow covered grass just beside the road. One of its doors was opened slightly.

Blair came to her senses a few minutes later "Oh. My. God!" was all she could gasp out

Taking off toward the nearly unrecognizable semi truck "Hey can any body hear me?!" she yelled instinctively hoping whoever was inside the truck was still alive, and since she received no reply, was conscious at least.

"Come on some body answer me!" she yelled again concern raped in her voice

Blair was now close to the were the closes large tire nearest the cab climbing down into the ditch were the semi was wedged into the ground. Wedging her foot into not really soft ground so that she hopefuly wouldn't lose her balance she griped the handle to the drivers side door and pulled with all her might.

"Come on . . . open door." she demanded through clenched teeth

Blair felt her hood fall off her head and onto her back then felt the cold snow flakes fall on the back of her neck making her shiver but she tryed her best to ignore them. Still pulling the door it finally started to creak. With one final pull the door flung open making Blair glad she had her foot wedged in the ground since it caught her off guard.

Blair looked into the cab lost. No one was inside but two vacant seats.

"What?"

Looking up toward the wide window sheild and saw that one of the windows was gone the other was only half there, the snow swirling around as it came inside. Unwedging her foot from the ground she took a few steps forward and looked over the front of the semi. Looking around she saw no signs of anybody had crawled out or had been thrown out.

"Still no driver," she said just over a whisper

Taking in the white earth then back inside the cab she saw no signs of blood, at this point not suspecting to find any. There was none. Blair put her hand on her pocket, and dug around to find what she was looking for and pulled out a key chain.

"But I can't leave you here now can I."

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Flying in a storm was one thing; flying in a blizzard was another. Starscream wasn't having a good time to, by no means. He was freezing, aching from the battle with the Autobot's from about an hour or two ago, and he was just craving to get inside his warm quarters back at the Nemesis.

Normally Starscream, along with the other flyers, they would find themselves claustrophobic after just a few days of staying cupped up in the ship but right now he could care less. All he wanted was to get to his warm home away from home quaters.

But despite all this Starscream was still patting himself on the back for a job well done. Not long before Megatron had called a retreat not only because they were losing, like usual, but because of the blizzard. Both teams had gotten separated some way or another and the thick snow was messing around with their comm.-links.

Starscream found himself flying alone but to his surprise he found Optimus Prime with a slightly injured Jazz in his trailer. Both were made short work of. That was one reason the air commander wasn't as mad as he could have been.

He wound be tuning into the local news channels very soon. Twenty-four hours tops. Of course the Autobot's weren't going to release any offical new as to what the Kenworth and Porsche really was/whom but the 'cons would.

Starscream was now flying over the Pacific Ocean toward the sunken battle ship. The waters bellow were chopy, eerie, and gray. Looking like something out of a classic horror flick that he sometimes catch his youngest brother, Skywarp, had taken a fast liking to on Saturday nights. 'Weirdo' he thought. But he couldn't help but see that picture crawling into his CPU of a giant sea moster coming out of no were and eating that 'innocent' ship, but in this case an 'innocent' F-15.

He found himself shivering and not because of the sleet that was coming down and covering his frame. Starscream picked up his speed and increased his altitude.

Sending out a signal for the docking tower to open up and let him in. After a few minutes and one fly-around Starscream landed safely on the platform and went quickly inside.

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"We were beginning to wonder if the blizzard outside had claimed you Starscream," stated Megatron sarcastically from his throne.

Starscream was standing in the middle of the room snow covered and a large puddle of water at his feet. Starscream surprised a smile thinking of a quick comeback for his leader. "Well as you can see I'm well and here all mighty Megatron," grinning his weird evil smile

They both ignored the snickering coming from the other Decepticons in the control room. Megatron paid his s-in-c no mind, he just kept his rare calm poseur; his head leaned on his knuckles but his evil smile gone.

Starscream made his advace, "I believe you would like the news I have to present lord Megatron," getting cockier by the second

"Oh really? Do enlighten me," straightening his head to listen

"Nearly two Earth hours I Starscream disposed of the Autobot leader, Optimus Prime, and the special ops officer, Jazz, all by myself, Megatron." Starscream was loving this. He watched as Megatron mood and facial expression changed instantly not believing him. "You have no proof of this Starscream!" bellowed Megatron in clear anger

"Oh on the contrary Megatron, I have it all in here," taping on his head "You can scan my memory banks and see," crossing his arms over his chest triumphantly satisfied

"Will see. Soundwave!" not taking his burning red optics off his air commander

"Yes, Megatron?"

"Take Starscream and scan his memory and see if he is telling the truth."

"Yes, Megatron."

"What?! You don't trust your air commander, Megatron?"

"Of the slightest," through clenched teeth and getting angrier by the moment

Starscream followed the communications officer out of the control room kind of amazed that Megatron hadn't taken a swing at him. He left a trail of melted water behind him.

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Worried was one word to describe the Autobot strategy officer, Prowl. All the Autobot's had regrouped back at the Ark a long time age and all safe, well except two. Luckily they couldn't get to far into battle to end up with casualties from the blizzard. All had returned, but their leader, Optimus Prime and Jazz.

Prowl was pacing (a habit he had picked up from the Sparkpluge) in his office waiting to hear from any of his team if they had found anything out about their current situation. Bluestreak was seating in one of Prowl's office chairs, his legs crossed in the chair twirling his thumbs, worried not only for his commander and Jazz, but also Prowl. Prowl never paced while someone was watching well at least himself and Prime.

It wasn't every day he saw Prowl in this state; pacing in his office like a father waiting for his wife to give birth quote Sparkpulge from one day while while Prime was pacing. Blue couldn't recall why he was pacing. But Bluesteak knew this was all serious, something bad could have happened to either one of them or even both.

Prowl stopped pacing when the buzzer went off to his door. Bluestreak put his feet on the floor and stopped twirling his thumbs. Prowl walked over to the front of his desk and leaned against it a blank look on his face.

"Enter," he called

It was Windcharger with a solem look on his face. Whatever the news he had it wasn't good.

"Yes, Windcharger?" asked Prowl

"Well I don't have much news on Prime and Jazz only that the blizzard that's over Oregon isn't helping one bit."

Prowl off-lined his optics at that considerably bad news. They were no were near finding their missing friends. "Thank you, Windcharger. Alert me if their are any changes."

Windcharger let out a small smile escape and nodded then turned and left back to his work. Prowl crossed his arms over his chest in thought.

"Don't worry Prowl we'll get them back eventually. We always do." encouraged Bluestreak looking over to his superior and long-time friend

Prowl looked over to the gray Datsun and smiled, "Thanks Blue. I know we will."

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A/N:

I hope I protrade Starscream to your likeing. I'm kind affraid I didn't, but I think I came close. Oh yea if you think this chapter sucks, I think so to. Don't worry it will get better.

R&R please . . .

Transformers and related character(s) belongs to HasTak Blair, Rachel, and the plot is mine.