TRANSFORMERS: I WILL NEVER DESERT YOU

LATE NIGHT BONDING

CHAPTER 5
Late Night Bonding

Scott's nightmares started for the first time the third night Bluestreak had him in the home. The sound pierced his audio receptors and jolted him out of his berth in surprise. He mentally cursed himself now that he had invited Smokescreen over to finally meet Scott the next day (both their days off). But no matter what the situation in his room was, or how long it took to resolve, he knew he could not hold it off any longer. After all, he had already gushed to Bumblebee at the possibility of having a "nephew" and he hadn't even met the human.

His thoughts of his older brother were pushed from his mind however, moving to the scream. His first worry was that Scott was hurt, or worse, a smaller Decepticon had gotten inside and attacked. As a result, he practically bolted three doors down, throwing open the Transformer-sized door and flicking the light on. Even though the room was much brighter now that it was made up as Scott's room and not a guest room, it was a sight to behold. Scott squirming and thrashing in his sheets, and cartoon character-laden comforter, crying out, and fighting.

Without a moment's hesitation, he activated his holoform. "Scotty? Scotty, wake up bud," Bluestreak cooed, taking hold of Scott's arms in a gentle, comforting manner. "You're having a nightmare buddy boy, come back to me. Follow my voice," He tried to encourage him. "Shhh, it's alright, it's alright."

He shook the boy just enough that his eyes finally shot open. But even by then, the boy was covered in sweat and tears, his breathing hard and labored. And, as Bluestreak noted, his sheets were soaking wet from where the boy had clearly wet the bed. "Oh, Scotty," Bluestreak purred quietly. "That must have been some nightmare," He whispered, knowing it was not common for sparklings his age to wet the bed.

"I'm so-o-ory," Scott seemed to get red with embarrassment. "I-I-I-I didn't mean to."

Bluestreak shook his head, and stroked Scott's tuft of black hair gingerly. Even touching the top of his head he could feel his body trembling, and his posture stiffening, as if expecting punishment. "For what? Lubricating the bed?" Scott nodded shyly at Bluestreak. "Aw, Scotty, accidents happen. You know, some kids don't stop until they're even older," He told him, knowing that from internet research on children's patterns. "But you've been fine the last few nights, so you just got a little too scared..."

Scott shied away, but Bluestreak still carefully helped him out of the bed. As his holoform collected the sheets, his real form approached the boy carefully. "Why don't you get a fresh pair of PJ's on and meet me in the den? Just leave the PJ's on the floor and I'll come get those after I get the sheets," Bluestreak asked him quietly. "I'll go get some fresh sheets, and I'll get you something sweet. Maybe we'll watch some late night TV too," He explained. "I don't think you'll want to go to sleep for a little bit after that."

"Y-Y-You're not gonna ma-a-a-ake me go t-t-t-to bed?" Scott asked. "U-U-Uncle Henry would m-m-make me."

Bluestreak frowned, a small grimace forming on his mouth at his words. What kind of a creep made a child go to sleep after a nightmare that harsh? No child should be made to go back to bed after that without at least some comfort to take to bed with them. "Well uncle Henry isn't here, is he? And this definitely isn't his humble abode," Bluestreak smiled softly. "And I say, kids who had a rough night terror like that deserve a nice bowl of ice cream and TV," He explained. "You can go to bed when you're feeling better."

Scott watched as Bluestreak started off towards the kitchen, and his holoform headed to the washer and dryer. The boy stared at the ground, Bluestreak seemed like he really cared, a fact which made him uneasy. Did he know about how uncle Henry and aunt Colleen treated him? Was he just trying to get him to tell on them? He tensed, knowing that if he said a word of what happened at their house, they'd both be angry, and he didn't like them at all when they were angry. But still something compelled him to do what Bluestreak asked, and thus he carefully changed into a new set of Pokemon-themed pajamas, and carefully made his way into the den.