A/N: I keep forgetting to tell all of you that the updates will be sporadic, and if you want to know when I'm going to miss an update, or something, it'll be best to check out my Ninja School Dropout Facebook page. A link is on my profile, or you can just search Ninja School Dropout on Facebook. You can't miss me. XD

I have no excuse this time. Just an apology. Personal stuff. Sorry!

I've been having a hell of a time writing this chapter. Dayum.

REVIEWS

Kokua Aviatrix: Don't worry about it. It's fine now. Just a scar, and dead skin. XD It's nothing compared to this guy who chopped part of his thumb off. THAT was disgusting.

Autobotschic: XD He's so adorable, I just want to kiss him! I personally think Bluestreak is a little wuss, but oh well. XD

Answerthecall: XD I promise I won't make it too sad. I'm writing in public place. I don't want to make myself cry. XD

Sunstreaker's Girl: I did the Ratchet thing on purpose. XD I think he'd be kinda immune by death, being a doctor and all. I think he'd be on that kind of terms with things. XD

Bluestreak slowly stepped into the room. He felt his spark pounding as his optics paused on the still form of his Sire. Just as Ratchet had told him, his sire was freshly painted, and looked almost as if he was simply recharging. Bluestreak knew better. Bluestreak knew what had happened barely an orn and a half ago. He couldn't get it out of his helm unless he put all his being into thinking of something else, and that took a lot of effort. Effort that Bluestreak couldn't bring himself to use.

Bluestreak stepped forward, his optics locked onto his sire. He reached his servo forward, and allowed his digits to slowly drag across Synchro's faceplates creating a quiet squeak of metal against metal. Bluestreak glanced down at the ground and sighed. "Sire…" He squeezed his optics shut, and turned away. "You were stupid." Bluestreak took a deep breath. "Why would you do something like that? You could still be here, alive if you would have just kept going! If you would have just left me."

Bluestreak turned back to Synchro. "Sometimes I think this is just some kind of cruel joke. I want you to just sit up, and… and start laughing. Or say, 'Oh, Blue, I'm so sorry!'. I know you're not going to, but I want it so badly! I wasn't ready to lose my Sire. I wasn't ready, but you left anyways! You left anyways, and didn't give me a chance to say goodbye! If you had to leave, why couldn't you have at least given me a chance to say goodbye? Why?"

Bluestreak took a shaky breath. "I don't want to cry anymore." He sniffed as he wiped his optics. "I'm so slagging tired of crying! I'm so slagging tired of everything I love getting ripped away! I'm slagging tired of everything!" Bluestreak shook his helm. "I want to forget about everything that's happened. I want to, but at the same time, I'm scared I'll forget about you."

Bluestreak took a deep breath. "I'll miss you. I miss you right now. I miss you so much. I love you, Sire."

Ratchet walked back to the front desk, and frowned when he spotted First Aid. His mouth was wide open, and his optics huge. "Aid?"

"Please tell me you see that."

Ratchet followed First Aid's gaze, but didn't gain anymore insight. "No."

"You don't see that masterpiece?"

"Masterpiece?" Ratchet glanced back to where First Aid was gaping at. He shook his helm. "There's only a bunch of mechs sitting in a waiting room."

"The yellow one!"

"Yellow?" Ratchet rolled his optics. "Sunstreaker?"

"You know him?" First Aid's helm shot towards Ratchet. "Introduce us! He's perfect! His symmetry, his paint, and do you see those PERFECT lines?"

Ratchet released a groan. "I don't know him THAT well. I never met him. I've heard things. I know his designation, and that's about it. I don't even know why he's in MY med bay."

"I love him."

Ratchet took a deep breath. "Don't you have patients?"

"No." First Aid smiled. "I'm only a Medical aid. Not a medic. Don't you have patients?"

Ratchet un-subspaced a wrench. "I'm about to have one."

Firsts Aid stepped back. "I'm sorry!"

Ratchet shook his helm. "Watch yourself." He grumbled.

"Yes, Sir!"

Ratchet nodded. "Good. I'm going to go talk to Sunstreaker. You stay back here, and try not to ogle so much."

"I'll do what I can."

Ratchet sighed. "Good enough." Ratchet shook his helm as he stepped out from behind the counter, and into the waiting room. Helm's turned and looked at Ratchet with hope that he would have information on one of their loved ones, but Ratchet walked past them, and stood in front of Sunstreaker. "You're here, why?"

Sunstreaker glanced up. "Who are you?"

"Ratchet. CMO. What are you doing here?"

"What does it look like I'm doing? I'm waiting."

"On what?"

"A friend."

"Oh? And is that friend dying?"

Sunstreaker stood up. "He doesn't have to be."

"Look, if you're not waiting on information on a patient, get out." Ratchet growled. "If you're waiting on Bluestreak, get out."

Sunstreaker growled. "Who gave you the right to boss me around?"

"Striker."

"Striker?"

"Bluestreak's carrier. Get your aft out."

Sunstreaker glared. "Fine."

"Sunny?"

Sunstreaker glanced behind Ratchet. "Blue."

Ratchet slowly turned to face Bluestreak. "If you're done, get out."

Bluestreak frowned. "I was headed out."

"Good, take this aft with you."

"Do you want to fight?"

Bluestreak grabbed Sunstreaker's arm, and shook his helm. "We'll be going then, Ratchet."

Ratchet only grunted as he walked back to First Aid. "He's not your type."

First Aid frowned. "He's definitely my type."

Bluestreak pulled Sunstreaker out into the hall. "What did you do to make Ratchet so upset?"

"I didn't do a fragging thing! I was waiting for you because neither Sides nor I have been able to see or talk to you for a while."

"It's only been an orn." Bluestreak frowned.

"We were worried. I mean, we don't know what you're going through. We've never lost a creator. We never HAD a creator."

Bluestreak frowned looking down at the ground. "Oh." He shrugged. "I'm just kinda upset. Smokey was worried that I wouldn't be able to handle it, and sent Rung to talk to me. I guess that kinda helped. I mean, he made me give my last words to Sire."

"Last words?"

"Praxians give last words to the terminated. It's kind of a way to tie up loose ends." Bluestreak sighed. "I didn't want to, so I guess for the last orn I've been trying to distract myself. It's been working, I mean Freefire was a good distraction. We had a little fun, and did some stuff. I also took a lot of time preparing for my class. I've been working really hard on avoiding Prowl, and Smokey. I've also been avoiding everybody really, I guess. I don't-"

"Stop!" Sunstreaker growled. "What is wrong with you? Just stop talking for five astrokliks!"

Bluestreak frowned. "Sorry. Talking helps."

Sunstreaker cursed. "Fine. Talk."

Bluestreak shook his helm. "It's fine." Bluestreak shrugged. "If it annoys you, I won't do it."

Sunstreaker sighed. "I didn't…" Sunstreaker growled. "I didn't mean it like that! I just thought you didn't want to hear what I had to say!"

Bluestreak frowned. "No! Please don't think that!"

Sunstreaker cleared his throat. "Sorry. I'm not mad. Just aggravated and frustrated. Listen, when you get a chance, talk to Sideswipe. I have to get to monitor duty, so have a good one, I guess."

Bluestreak nodded as Sunstreaker turned and walked away from him. He sighed as leaned up against the wall, and closed his optics. He slid down the wall, and simply listened as mechs and femmes walked down the hall passed him. It reminded him of when he was back in Praxus.

The Helix group's base was always rustling with mechs and femmes. The hallways would always be noisy, and filled with conversation. When he was a youngling the noise would sometimes keep him up. The buzzing energy would sometimes make him just want to climb out of his berth and play with his toys.

Those were the orns. He didn't really know his Sire back then. He barely saw the mech, but he loved him even then. If somebody had come and told him his Sire was offline back then, he'd be feeling just as he was this instant. His spark would feel like it was stomped on, and broken into little bits.

"Bluestreak?"

Bluestreak glanced up. He stared at the mech in front of him for a moment before realization dawned on him. "Node." Bluestreak felt a pang of guilt hit him. He never really spoke to the mech unless he was over energized.

Node nodded. "Are you alright?"

Bluestreak shrugged. "I guess… I… No, I don't think I am."

Node nodded, offering Bluestreak a servo. "I'm sure you'll get there sooner or later." Bluestreak accepted the offered servo, and pushed himself off the ground. Node flashed Bluestreak a smile. "So, what were you doing down there?"

"The noisy halls reminded me of home."

Node smiled. "You mean the buzzing activity?"

Bluestreak frowned, but nodded. "Yeah."

Node laughed. "I remember when I was a youngling it would be nothing but screaming. Back then Crypt and Charger had just met, and Charger was a little protective of Synchro."

Bluestreak frowned. "You lived in the complex?"

"Yeah." Node nodded. "My brother lived there too. He was a little older than me. Mortor was a… special mech. He liked to run head first into everything."

"Mortor?"

"My brother. He collected debts with me. One time we went into a building and the whole thing blew up. He didn't make it."

"Oh… I'm so sorry." Bluestreak glanced down. "I never really got to know you."

Node shrugged. "Of course not. I'm the bartender. I listen to your problems."

Bluestreak frowned. "I'm sorry."

Node sent Bluestreak a smile. "Don't be. I know you're going through a rough patch with your Sire offling, I just want you to know, it gets better. When Mortor offlined, I blamed everybody. I blamed myself, I blamed my Sire. I blamed the constructors of the building. It wasn't anybody's fault though. Nobody was to blame. You're not at fault for Synchro's death either. So just, hold yourself together until that pain in your spark dulls to a slight ache. Surround yourself with people you care about, and don't push anybody away. Not a single one. If you just push them all away, and immerse yourself in solitude, you'll be stuck in the same dark place for all eternity. Don't do that to yourself." Node patted Bluestreak's shoulder. "Nobody deserves that." Node smiled down at Bluestreak. "Be good, Kid."

Bluestreak frowned when Node started walking away. "Wait!"

Node glanced back. "What?"

"Thanks."

Node smiled. "You're welcome."