Prowl had walked onto battlefields with a more than 99% chance of failure.

There was no reason for him to feel that same sense of dread going to visit his sister.

Yet as Prowl opened the doors to the makeshift med-bay, the energon pulsing through his spark felt as stodgy as the tar-like substance the twins called moonshine, clogging up his arteries and threatening to choke the flow to his veins.

Inside he could see that Bluestreaker was sat up in her berth, a serious state of determination on her face as shaky servos added extra details to the Happy Upgrade Day Poster that she had previously made in what felt like vorns ago.

Sunstreaker was sat by Bluestreak's side while Sideswipe was beside Bumblebee. The twins made themselves scarce when they saw Prowl presence and Bumblebee tactfully decided to feign being asleep.

When Bluestreak noticed him heading her way, that serious scowl quickly slipped away into her signature sunny smile. For once that smile was unable to lift his soul as for the first time, Prowl was able to take in the sight of her injuries in person.

The metal of her skin was still singed black, the windows of her wings were shattered and whilst she tried to shift herself to hide it, welding scars were still visibly seared into her back.

"I'm sorry." Prowl said.

Bluestreak looked at him as though he had just told her he wanted to quit his job as a tactician and become a pole dancer.

"Why?" She asked. In the tilt of her head, Prowl saw the youngling he cradled in the ruins of Praxus and for the first time since that day he felt tears prick the corner of his eyes.

"Because I made a promise that I would protect you." He closed his optics, trying to force those tears from falling. But all he could see behind his closed eyes was the lifeless look of her body. "I failed you."

Prowl felt a hand close over his balled fist. He looked up to see bright blue eyes gazing at him with love and admiration that he felt he did not deserve.

"You did the right thing Prowl. I can't hate you for that." Bluestreak smiled. "You are the reason three lives were saved instead of two. If you'd tried to save me instead then Ratchet would be dead and who knows how many people would have died because of that. And don't even think about trying to work it out!" She scolded, pointing a shaking finger at him.

Prowl couldn't deny the logic in her statement, nor could he deny how her eternal endeavour to look on the bright side, brought light into his own life.

Suddenly all the anger he'd been stabbing at himself, redirected in brain towards Silverstreak for attempting to snuff out that ray of light.

Prowl could not understand the logic of why a Praxian would betray them to the faction that nearly annihilated their race. But then again, Prowl had found that logic rarely dictated any of the Decepticons actions. And when they had obliterated Praxus, the entire Deception faction had been too large a concept for Prowl's brain module to focus the entirety of his hatred towards, especially when he had more than enough reasons to hate them already. Now all of Prowl's laser focused anger was directed at one singularity, Silverstreak. And he would not rest until she was brought to justice. Which in Prowl's mind equalled death, regardless of what the Prime's stance would be on the matter.

Prowl was distracted by his thoughts as Bluestreak tried to stifle a yawn.

"I will let you rest." As Prowl stood up to go, the hand over his wrist refused to let go.

"Wait!" Bluestreak cried, looking every bit like the child who once was unable to sleep without nightmares. "Stay with me? Please? For a little while. Just until I fall asleep."
Unable to refuse her request, Prowl nodded, sitting by her side until her breath evened out and her hand went limp.

When Prowl finally left the med-bay, before he could give himself time to think about it, he opened up a private comm.

"Hey Prowler. What's up?"

Prowl was unsure what to say. He had not been in this position to request such a thing before. He did not know how to request what he was asking for. Thankfully, Jazz understood what he was unable to find the words for.

"I'll be there in five minutes."

For once Jazz was actually on time as five minutes later, when Prowl arrived back at his quarters, the spy was waiting outside the door.
Neither said a word until they were both inside and Prowl closed the door.

"Bluestreak forgave me." He told him.

"She's your sister." Jazz stated as though that was supposed to explain everything. Hands that Prowl knew had killed hundreds, potentially even thousands gently cupped his face. "Do you want to talk about it?"

"No."

Then Jazz's lips were on his and they didn't talk for the rest of the night.


A/N: Less than a month to Transformers One! Also so excited to hear whatever Studio Trigger is working on! Xxxxxx