"..and then I drove over The Acid Plains and I had to avoid all the puddles because of you know all the acid and then-"
Prowl finished up his evening reports as Bluestreak chatted about anything and everything that had happened since the pair had last spoken.
When he did his reports whilst others were talking, people always thought that Prowl was being purposefully rude.
But he knew, that Bluestreak knew, that he was listening.
They had spent much time like this as Bluestreak had grown up. With Bluestreak spinning on the chair opposite his desk, entertaining herself whilst he worked. They'd had little options otherwise since Prowl had become her guardian, and they had moved from office to office and base to base, each with fewer mechs her age left for her to talk too.
But Prowl didn't mind. He was just glad that Bluestreak's chattering next to him meant that he knew that she was alive.
She had finally caught up to the past hour, telling him about how she had been talking to Bumblebee in the rec room. There had been so few sparklings left by the time Prowl had become her guardian so he hoped that meeting other bot her own age would he good for her.
"So..." Bluestreak drawled, finally spinning the chair to a stop. "Jazz seems nice."
"Yes." Prowl reluctantly replied for as much as Jazz was annoying, a pain in his afterburner and a liability waiting to happen, he was also undeniably nice. "Why?"
Bluestreak looked down as she picked at the edge of the chair.
"No reason! He just pretty cool that's all! And Bumblebee said he was really funny and that he could play the electro-base and that he could make these really cool sculptures and-"
"Bluestreak." Prowl interrupted before she could get lost on another of her rambles.
She stopped picking at the chair.
"I just worry about you whilst I'm not there." Bluestreak said, sounding far more burdened then a mech her age ever should.
"I am a commander stationed on the Autobot flagship. I am in the safest place I can be." He reassured her, putting his report down so he could focus his full attention on her. As the oldest siblings it was his job to worry. And as the eldest sibling he knew that there was an ulterior move to brining up their head of special operations.
"I meant about you being alone." She clarified, finally looking him in the eye.
"As I stated, I am surrounded by the Autobot army. I am not alone."
"Yeah but do you talk to them?" She asked. Bluestreak continued before Prowl had a chance to reply. "Besides from giving them orders?"
Prowl shut his mouth as he struggled to remember a time he had talked to someone regarding something that wasn't directly related to the Autobot cause.
Bluestreak eventually rescued him from the long stretch of silence.
"Look it doesn't have to be Jazz okay! It can be anyone! You always said that it would be good for me to make friends with mechs my own age and I just think it would be good for you too! So please can you try to find someone to hang out with when I'm away? For me?" She pleaded, gazing up at him with her big blue eyes.
Prowl sighed. There was no strategic advantage to making friends on the Ark. It had no direct benefit to the Autobot cause. However, Bluestreak had always been the only one able to override his logic circuits.
"For you, I will try."
A/N: Sorry this chapter is a bit short! And I'm sorry the slow burn has taken this long! Xxxxxxx
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