The anger stage of Spark-Snap Syndrome didn't last long.
Not long after the tranq wore off and they got sucked into a massive fight.
Not long after Bluestreak fled in angry tears.
"I don't want you! Leave me alone!" He had shouted, and Blue had just stood there, staring at him with those big, blue, stupid optics. Those stupid, stupid, tear-filled optics that were so sad yet so pretty. He'd fled, tears streaming from those optics.
Jazz was pushing Prowl along the street in a makeshift wheelchair, on their way to their quarters when Bluestreak left the science wing, pushing past them.
"Wait~! Blue~! Whatsa matter?!" Jazz leapt forward and grabbed Bluestreak's shoulder before the gunner could get too far.
Bluestreak pulled away from his adopted genitor, "J-just le-let me be."
Transforming, the Datsun raced away down the streets of the newly rebuilt City.
Prowl's doorwings stiffened with anger, "What did he do?"
"Ah dunno. But I gotta chase down Blue, b'fer he hurts h'mself. Ya go talk ta Wheeljack."
Prowl nodded and watched his bondmate transform and take off after Blue.
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: Bluestreak! Wait!: Jazz quickly caught up with the Datsun, tailing behind him and speaking through the comm. :Stop an' we can talk this out!:
: I t-t-thought I-I T-old ya to l-leave me al-alone Jazz!: Bluestreak hiccuped, putting on more speed in an attempt to put as much distance between him and the saboteur as possible. It didn't work. Jazz remained close behind him all the way through the City, bypassing confused Autobots who were heading to the rec room or their shift or simply seeking shelter from the oncoming storm.
Suddenly Bluestreak transformed, barging in between Ironhide and Warpath and disappearing around a corner.
Slightly bewildered, Jazz transformed as well, apologizing to the two confused mechs as he passed them and darted lightly over the bronze metal of the street and around the same corner... to see Blue racing into the surrounding forest, leaving the protection of the City. Prepping his systems for pursuit, Jazz prepared to chase down his adopted creation when a servo grabbed his shoulder. He turned to see Rodimus Prime.
"What's the hurry, Jazz? Is there something wrong?" Confused blue optics met Jazz's own, which were sheathed by the visor.
Quickly breaking Rodimus's gaze, Jazz leaned and shot a glance around him, searching for any trace of Bluestreak.
Rodimus followed the saboteur's gaze, "I've ordered everyone to remain in the city. A bad storm is approaching."
"But-" Jazz started to protest, but Rodimus held up a servo to stop him.
"Everyone, Jazz. What's so important out there anyway?" Rodimus grasped Jazz's shoulder again and steered him away from the entrance to Autobot City, "Say, why don't you find Bluestreak and we can all go for an energon?"
Jazz squirmed away from Rodimus's grip, hiding the riding anger, "Ah'll do that..."
"I'll meet you in the rec room!" Rodimus called as Jazz stalked away.
Thunder rumbled in the distance, and lightning pummeled the forest, setting several trees on fire. Images of Bluestreak being struck by lightning or being hit by a falling tree raced through his processor, causing Jazz to quicken his pace, hurrying to find Prowl and Wheeljack.
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As soon as Bluestreak fled, Wheeljack kicked his workbench, then sat in his swivel chair, burying his helm in his servos. He hadn't meant to hurt Blue- hadn't want to. He considered pursuing the Datsun, apologizing and making amends, but Bluestreak probably hated him now. After the hell Wheeljack had put him through, he didn't blame him.
He desperately wished that Ratchet were here. None of this would've happened. He would've been safe.
"Wheeljack."
The engineer lifted his helm, beginning to send this visitor off, but offlined his vocalizers when that visitor turned out to be Prowl.
"'M not in the mood fer a lecture, Prowl." Wheeljack muttered.
"I don't care!" Prowl snapped, then vented deeply and seemed to calm himself down a little, "What happened? I've never seen Bluestreak this upset."
"We... Fought."
"Oh. Well that really sums it up." Prowl retorted.
Despair settled over the engineer, "I told him I didn't want him." His voice was no higher than a whisper, "I swear, Prowl, I didn't mean it-"
"But you still said it." Prowl's doorwings stiffened with muted anger, "Spark-Snap Syndrome or not. You still said it."
"I know." Wheeljack whispered, "I'm sorry Prowl.. Ya have no idea-"
"Don't say that to me" Prowl interrupted, "Tell Bluestreak that. Because like it or not you are bonded to him. He saved your life and you owe him."
The tactician looked like he was ready to continue but the lab door was sliding open, Jazz stumbling in.
"Jazz! Where's Blue?" Prowl asked urgently.
The saboteur vented heavily from agitation, almost doubled over. Anxiety etched his faceplates. Finally, when he was able to speak, he straightened up, "Blue's gone."
0o0o0o0
Bluestreak revved his engines and stepped on the gas, propelling himself further into the forest, and further away from the mech he loved.
Some love. He thought bitterly, and if he were in bipedal form he would've cried. I stick by him, I defend him, and this is how he treats me?
A raindrop splattered onto his windshield, soon followed by a torrent of small, hard beads of H20. Bluestreak welcomed it, allowing the rain to wash away the anger.
Thunder rumbled overhead, and Bluestreak didn't even reach 'one' when lightning struck, illuminating the dark sky and striking a tree near the Datsun. He swerved to avoid the tree and continued down the muddy forest road. A louder roll of thunder boomed around the forest.
Almost sounds like a jet..
"Gah!" Bluestreak skidded and impulsively transformed as a tree fell right in front of him. It's branches were alight with flickering tendrils of flame.
He turned to flee back the way he had come but ran straight into another bot.
"Are you lost little Autobot?" A pair of crimson optics peered at him mockingly.
Oh no.. "Starscream!" Bluestreak whipped out a pistol but the Seeker's null ray was already at his chestplates, firing a single shot.
The smell of scorched metal and boiling energon filled the air as Bluestreak slumped to the ground. Starscream stood over him, laughing triumphantly.
Stasis lock imminent. Bluestreak shuttered his optics, and in one single moment one Seeker had become six.
Starscream leaned closer, and his clones mimicked him. "Don't worry, we'll help you find your way home."