Title: Deeper Than Family
Universe: G1
Rating: PG
Characters: Prowl, Bluestreak, Jazz, OC
Pairings: Jazz/Prowl, eventual Bluestreak/Sunstreaker
Summary: a fic that runs concurrent (in places) to my fic "Days in Avalon". Prowl went out of his was to help the sparkling they had rescued from ruined iacon, only to find out they were family. now he and jazz are trying to raise bluestreak the best they can in the middle of a civil war.



and here's the big build up for the trip to earth. or as much of it as i'm going to deal with in this chapter and the next one.

and, yes, this first section was supposed to be at the end of the last chapter. my bad.



Bluestreak wasn’t sure if they had won their last battle with the Decepticons or not. Megatron’s energon refinery had been destroyed and over two dozen mechs had been deactivated on their side. The whole battle would have been much worse if Ultra Magnus hadn’t managed to mobilize reinforcements for their side.

As it stood, everyone was in the medbay working Ratchet and his staff to death.

The gunner sat in a corner with Sideswipe’s head in his lap, holding a broken fuel line tightly between his fingers to keep the red Twin from going offline from energon loss. Sunstreaker was offline in a medical berth on the opposite side of the room. From where he was sitting, Bluestreak could see Jazz holding Prowl up while one of the junior medics reattached one of his doorwings.

“Can you see Sunny, Blue?” Sideswipe asked tiredly. “Is he okay?”

“He’s offline on a berth. Ratchet was working on him for a while, but he’s alone now.” Bluestreak hoped he didn’t sound as exhausted as he felt; Sideswipe would need all the support he could get for a while yet.

“You’ll tell me if anything changes, right?”

“Yeah. I’ll make sure you know, even if I have to pull you out of recharge.”

“Good. I knew I could count on you.” Sideswipe’s words trailed off as the red Twin fell into recharge.

The sniper hoped his friend wasn’t more badly injured than the medical team had thought when they came in. He didn’t want to think about Sideswipe dying while he was waiting for treatment on the floor of the medbay.

He offlined his own optics and leaned his head against the wall, conserving as much energy as possible while they waited for the medics.

-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-

“Was your team able to find any energy sources at all, Bluestreak?”

The sniper wished he could give Optimus Prime the answer his leader wanted to hear. “No, sir, we didn’t. All we managed to find was a small neutral camp being raided by Decepticons for whatever they had scavenged.”

“Were you able to remove the Decepticon threat from the neutral’s territory?” Optimus looked and sounded weary.

“Yes, sir. But all of us were damaged.” Bluestreak indicated the melted armor plating on his right arm and leg. “I’m on my way to medical after I’ve finished my report.”

“Your diligence is commendable, but your health is more important than a report. I can always come to medical, but not all damage is as obvious as you think.” Optimus pointed at the office door. “You can give me a more detailed written report later. Go get yourself repaired.”

“Yes, sir.” Blue gave the Autobot leader a shy smile. Even if it had been just a scavenging mission, it was the first time Optimus Prime had put him in charge of other Autobots, and he had probably taken the assignment a little too seriously.

He moved to the door, knowing Optimus wouldn’t actually dismiss him unless he was in trouble. He had been so determined to report to Prime when they returned to base, but getting medical seemed like a very long trip now. Tiredly, he stepped out of the doorway and nearly ran into Sunstreaker.

“Slag, Blue, what happened?” the yellow Twin exclaimed.

Bluestreak winced. Sunstreaker was not the mech he wanted to be seeing right now. He didn’t want there to be any anger about what had happened to him, or at the fact that he hadn’t gone straight to medical when he came back on base.

“Decepticons,” the sniper replied. “I’m on my way to medical now.”

Sunny fell into step next to him as he limped toward the medbay. “I hope they look worse.”

Bluestreak nodded. “They took Zigzag back in pieces.”

The melee warrior grinned.

“Don’t look so happy about it,” Blue told him. “You know I don’t like killing.”

“I’m sorry.” Sunstreaker really did look remorseful. “It’s just been us or them for so long, that I’m really glad it was them this time and not you.”

Bluestreak knew that if he continued this topic of conversation, it would eventually lead to a fight, so he said nothing. He didn’t want to fight with Sunstreaker, but it almost always happened if someone else wasn’t around to referee for them.

“Please, don’t be mad, Blue.”

“I’m not. I’m trying not to fight. We always end up fighting when we talk about the war.” He was very careful not to look at the yellow mech as he moved down the corridor.

“Okay. I can take a hint.” Sunstreaker stopped walking. “I’ll leave you alone.”

It took Bluestreak several steps to break his momentum enough to turn around and give the Twin a frustrated look. “That isn’t what I mean. I just don’t want to start fighting with you about something stupid.”

Sunny shook his head. “I don’t want to fight at all. I just—“

Blue waited for the older mech to finish his thought.

“Never mind,” Sunstreaker said. “Can I still walk with you to medical?”

“I think I’d feel better if you did,” the sniper replied, as he felt his damaged leg threaten to give out.

Sunny was beside him quickly enough to catch him before he could fall. With practiced ease, and surprising gentleness, he slung Bluestreak’s arm over his shoulders and supported almost all of the younger mech’s weight.

“I’d carry you, but those doorwings make it awkward unless I’ve got you over my shoulder.”

“How do you know that?” Blue asked as they started down the hall.

“I had to carry Prowl back from a mission in Polyhex once,” the warrior replied. “His processor crashed while we were on a raiding mission. He never did tell us why, though.”

“There are a lot of things he doesn’t want to talk about,” Bluestreak said. “I think some things remind him too much of his family.”

Sunstreaker nodded. “I know about that.”

Bluestreak knew that he did too.

tags: avalon, deeper than family, fandoms, fanfic, fic in my journal, freedom of expression isn't free, transformers, transformers g1, writing, writing progress