A/N: I wrote this yesterday, technically this morning at like 1 Am, sooo, yeah, it's a bit bad. Plus my Beta went out of town this morning, and she can't look over it, and quite frankly if I don't upload now, I'll forget.

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Autobotschic:Did I remember that. Hell yes, I remembered that. XD Jazz is the master of making Prowl glitch. XD Jazz nooo! You can't watch, you disgusting pedophile. XD

G1 Bluestreak and Shadow Stalker Mourn

Shadow Stalker stared out over the Cybertronian wreckage. The battle was over, and Megatron was gone, but so was half the Autobot army. Trailbreaker, Windcharger, Brawn, Huffer, Gears, Ratchet Ironhide, Wheeljack, Prowl, and most importantly, Optimus Prime. They were all gone. They weren't coming back.

Shadow Stalker glared at ground. "FRAG IT!" Her chest was tightening, and there was tingling sensation under her nose. "I'm not going to cry!" She lost control of her bottom lip component as it began to quiver. "I won't!" The energon tears slowly began to pour from her optics. "Frag it! Optimus!"

Shadow Stalker jumped as a servo was placed on her shoulder. "It's alright."

Shadow Stalker turned around, and shoved the bot away from her. "Don't touch me!"

The bot landed on the ground with a groan. His blue optics staring down at the ground, and a smile on his face. "I'm sorry."

"Primus, Bluestreak! Is all you can do is be fragging happy about everything? Wipe that filthy smile of your fragging face!"

Bluestreak's smile didn't leave. If anything, it grew.

"I SAID STOP FRAGGING SMILING!"

"But if I stop, I'll cry." Bluestreak slowly stood up, his smile never leaving his face. "I don't want to cry. Not in front of anybody at least."

"What the frag do you have to crying about! I lost my bond mate!"

Bluestreak shrugged. "I lost friends. Wheeljack was really cool. One time he let me hide from... Wheeljack was always really nice. Ironhide taught me how to shoot. Ratchet's saved my life more than I can possibly count. Gears was awesome. Sure he was always grumpy, but he was one of a kind."

"Will you shut up!" Shadow Stalker glared. "You don't care about anything, do you? You just walk around smiling like an idiot!"

Bluestreak laughed. "Yeah! That's what I do! I smile when nobody else will!"

Shadow Stalker growled as she punched Bluestreak. Bluestreak hit the ground, and slid into a rock. "You're a sick freak!"

Bluestreak continued laying on the ground staring up at the sky. "Why?"

Shadow Stalker frowned as Bluestreak's frame started to shake. "Blue?"

"Why? Why can't Prowl come back?"

Shadow Stalker cautiously stepped forward. "Bluestreak?"

Bluestreak slowly pulled himself up, a pink trail of energon running down his face. "FRAG IT!" Shadow Stalker paused. "I hate war! I hate everything to do with it!"

"You and Prowl were close, huh? I forgot." Shadow Stalker frowned. "Optimus and I pretty close too." Bluestreak sat down on a boulder, his helm in his servos, and his wings pressed up against his back. "I didn't mean to hit you, Blue, it's just... Optimus..."

Bluesteak sniffed and wiped his optics. "I wanted to know if you were okay."

Shadow Stalker shook her helm. "No."

"Neither am I."

Shadow Stalker watched the mech's back as he stood up. "I could use some high grade. Drown my sarrows. Nobody's gonna throw me in the brig for it anyways. You want to, um drink with me?"

"I quit a long time ago."

"Hey, Blue, How are you and Prowl related? I heard rumors about you, Prowl, and Smokescreen being brothers. But I also heard some about you guys just becoming close after Praxus fell."

Bluestreak turned to Shadow Stalker with another smile on his face. "You know..."

"No, I don't."

"It's nothing..." Bluestreak sniffed as he turned to walk away. "You know, I think I'll take you up on that drink!"

Shadow Stalker's helm rested on the bar's table. "I thin- think I'm gonna fl-fly away!" She yelled. "I'- I'm gonna go see Op'mus!"

Bluestreak's helm threatened to fall off his shoulders as he leaned back in his chair. "Prowl's gonna be back soon! I'- I gotta be sober when he gets back!"

Shadow Stalker's helm raised off the table, and bobbed around as if she couldn't hold it up. "Prowl t'is! Prowl that! Who cares about Prowl? What 'bout Op'mus?"

"Op'mus is good. Op'mus'll be fine. He- He's off to see Primus! Prowl'll be back soon. He can't be gone." Bluestreak grabbed another cube off the table, and stared at it. "Prowl'll be upset when he sees me."

"Op'mus'll be upset if he saw me, too." Shadow Stalker grabbed a cube, and chugged it, before slamming the empty cute back onto the table. "I bet you and Prow Prow would make a good couple! You could kiss and frag and be adorable!"

Bluestreak stood up. "I gotta go wait for Prowl. He said he'd meet me at home!"

"I'll come too!" Shadow Stalker stood up, and grabbed Bluestreak for support. Bluestreak in turn grabbed the black and green femme as well.

"Gotta get home 'fore Prowl." Bluestreak laughed. "He'll be so upset! Oh! Smokey!" Bluestreak stumbled away from Shadow Stalker as he half walked and half tumbled to the blue white and red mech. "I gotta get home before Prowl!" He smiled.

Smokescreen nodded. "Yeah."

Shadow Stalker stumbled up to Smokescreen. "I'm gonna wait with 'im!"

Smokescreen shook his helm. "I'll come with you two. You need somebody sober tonight."

Shadow Stalker cackled. "Op'mus is gone, so I'll be gone soon too."

Smokescreen frowned. "Shadow Stalker, that's not always how it works."

"I want to be with Op'mus. Op'mus wants me to be there too."

"But not now. Only when it's time for you to go."

"It is time."

"Yes, it's time for you to leave the bar, not the world of the living. Come on." Smokescreen gently coaxed the two out of the bar, and down the road. "Let's get home."

"Smokey, When is Prowl coming home?" Bluestreak asked. "Prowl can't be gone."

Smokescreen shook his helm. "Prowl isn't coming back."

"Prowl's gotta come back."

"HE ISN'T COMING BACK!" Smokescreen yelled.

Bluestreak's glowing optics stared at him in shock. Shadow Stalker was halfway to pulling out a weapon, only she was too balance challenged to stay on her feet. Smokescreen frowned. "I'm sorry. I didn't... I..." Smokescreen frowned. " I didn't mean to yell."

"Prowl's gotta come back. Prowl said he'd come back." Bluestreak stared at Smokescreen. "He said. I won't leave you alone."

Smokescreen walked up to Shadow Stalker and pulled her up off the ground. He threw her arm around his neck, and his other servo around her waist. "We can talk more when we get home."

Shadow Stalker's optics onlined and she hissed from the sudden throb his helm graced upon her. "Ow."

"You're up?"

Shadow Stalker frowned as a blue and red blob stood in front of her. "Optimus?"

"Smokescreen."

Shadow stalker clinched her jaw as she remember the events from the previous orn. "Optimus..."

"I'm sorry."

"Shut up. You have no idea!"

"I lost my brother yesterday." Smokescreen sighed. "What am I doing? Just try not to mention Prowl as you leave. Bluestreak isn't exactly in the best mental state."

"Is that you kicking me out?"

"Yes. I don't need an enabler like you to come in and get Bluestreak back into his drinking problem. He hasn't drank like that since his Sire offlined."

Shadow Stalker huffed as she stood up off the berth, and walked out of the room. She glanced around the unit, and frowned when she spotted Bluestreak laying on a couch, staring up blankly at the ceiling. "See ya later, Blue. We can go drinking again tonight if you want."

Smokescreen growled.

Bluestreak spared Shadow Stalker a glance. "Sorry about your loss."

Shadow Stalker sniffed. "Yeah, sorry about whatever you lost too."

"Youngling." Bluestreak answered. "P-Prowl was my youngling!" Shadow Stalker's optics widened as Bluestreak sat up. "He wasn't a whatever."

"Sorry."

Smokescreen sighed. "Sire, lay down. I'll be back." He pushed Shadow Stalker out of the front door, and followed her out. "Happy? You made him cry again."

"How was-"

"I know you lost your bond mate yesterday, and I know you're feeling upset at the world, but Primus, you don't have to take it out on other people! We all lost somebody, okay? You're not the only one mad at the universe. Primus! I jus-"

"Shut the frag up!" Shadow Stalker glared at the mech. "Shut up!"

"You know, you almost killed all of last night! You tried to throw one of your fragging grenades through the house. If you want to offline, fine, but don't make that choice for other bots. Certainly not my sire." Smokescreen shook his helm. "If you think killing yourself is going to make Optimus happy, you're fragging wrong. If anything he'll just be disappointed in you."

Smokescreen turned to the door, ignoring the helpless look Shadow Stalker had. "I'm going to see if I can help Sire, if you want help, you can come back inside. If you're just going to wallow in your own depression go somewhere else."

"Thanks." Shadow Stalker followed the blue red and white mech into the house.