Yeah. I know, multiple updates. In all honesty, I'm ready to be done writing this. Not that I dislike the story, but I've got others I want to focus on.

Chapter 13: Bluestreak's POV

Storm ran out of the back medbay entrance not a moment too soon, as Ratchet turned away from me and stalked back in. I grabbed 'Storm's servo and pulled her down the hall. "He didn't say much, but I don't think he bought my reasoning. What happened in there?"

She looked really shaken, like she'd just heard something bad. Maybe that was true. I didn't know what she'd asked.

"He said…he said Bee killed his mother. In the battle at Chicago, when he was born."

"What? How would he know that?" I put my arm around her shoulders. "Lots of 'Cons – and 'bots – get killed in battles, Storm. There's no way you can blame it on any one opponent. Maybe he shot her down, maybe he didn't, maybe it just looked that way. You can't say for sure how she died, and neither can he. Even Bee might not know what really happened."

"I have to know," she said determinedly. I recognized the tone from Riella. She wasn't going to give up until she got her way. She's a lot like Riella sometimes.

"Okay, fine. But just remember he might not have an answer for you. That was a really long time ago. And after all, he wouldn't know who Hyperjump's mother was." I didn't think she was listening, but I followed her down the hall anyway, trying to talk some sense into her. "Come on, Storm; you don't want to make him feel guilty or anything, right? Maybe you should just drop the whole thing, and if Hyperjump can't drop it…well, maybe he's not a great friend, then!"

"Blue!" She turned to glare at me. "I need to know for me, not for him. I want to know!"

I groaned. "You are so stubborn. Fine, go talk to Bee. But don't say I didn't warn you. He's not gonna like it."

Bee, as usual, was in the rec room reading something-or-other. He likes reading; I don't. It's too boring for me.

"Hey Blue, Storm. Something wrong?" Bee doesn't talk much, either. Maybe that comes from not having a vocalizer for a long time.

Storm sat down beside him, using the puppy-dog-optics that work on just about anybody. "How much do you remember about the battle in Chicago?"

"Um…" Bee thought for a moment. "Not much specific. Lots of explosions, lots of fighting." He looked off into the distance, thinking. "We lost a lot of good 'bots that day. Why?"

"I…" Storm twisted her fingers in her lap. "I was talking to Hyperjump."

"And?..." Bee eyed her curiously.

"He said…" She bit her lower lip component. "He said you….killed his mother."

I stepped forward as Bee's optics narrowed. This can't possibly go well!

"Storm, why would you listen to him?" Bee sighed. "He's a Decepticon who's no older than you! Of course he thinks an Autobot killed his mother! Why would you believe him?"

"He wouldn't lie to me!" she cried. "I know it!"

"No, you don't, Storm!" I jumped in, trying to stop a fight. "No, you don't. I'm not saying he is lying, but why don't you ask someone else before making that judgment?"

"Fine, I will!" she yelled, standing up and stomping toward the door. "Riella would know!"

I sighed and looked at Bee, who was rubbing his forehead. "Oops. Is it me, or is she acting kind of weird lately? I mean, come on, Storm's usually a lot more rational than this."

Bee stared at the door, still reverberating from the force Storm had slammed it with. "Maybe Riella will know what's wrong with her, because I sure don't."