TRANSFORMERS: I WILL NEVER DESERT YOU

HEROES AND FATHERS

CHAPTER 9
Heroes and Fathers

Bluestreak was relieved to see Scott slowly come out of his shell even a little after those two days. Of course, as was to be expected, he didn't just open up his arms and accept everything given to him. But Scott did feel more comfortable being around him, as well as Prowl and Smokescreen, and if nothing else it made him happy to see that. To watch the sparkling seem to actually enjoy being around him, and watching TV or accompanying him places when he needed. Even if only two weeks had passed since those days, it was definitely welcome.

That morning, Scott was sitting down on the floor in Bluestreak's office mostly enjoying himself. They had yet to get a steady babysitter, mostly because Bluestreak may have been being mostly too overprotective. But he wanted to make sure that the boy's babysitter was someone that would look after him, and treat him as gently as he did at the moment. And unfortunately, there were many hardened mechs in Autobot City, which made the work harder than it should have been. He was pulled from his thoughts when a soft knock on the door grabbed his attention. "Oh, it's open! Come on in," He shouted.

He watched as Scott's eyes bugged at their new visitor, as most children's eyes did upon seeing Optimus Prime. He had dropped the pencil he had been using to write onto the floor with a clatter and stood sharply to his feet. No doubt, even Scott had the idea that when the Prime was in their presence, he deserved the utmost respect, no matter your age. "Prime," Bluestreak stood to his feet. "Usually you call me into your office, what are you doing in mine? Is this about the reports? I swear, I'm working on them, but last week's mission went on way too long. And," He began.

"Easy, Bluestreak," Optimus told him in a gentle baritone. "I am here to save you the trip. Prowl informed me you had your notes on last week's incursion in Detroit, but were, as humans say "swamped"," He then added. "Your first stretch as a caretaker can take a strain on any mech. And as you know I say this from experience," He explained.

"It's been a little crazy, yeah," Bluestreak chuckled. "But Scotty's worth it, right bud?"

Optimus turned his attention to Scott then, watching with a chuckle as the boy attempted a salute. Bluestreak had only been able to guess in the past, but there was no doubt to him now, the boy had most likely "hero-worshiped" Optimus Prime as many children did. "Mmmm at ease, little one," Optimus told the boy gently as he relaxed himself. "It's a pleasure to finally have the chance to properly meet you agai, Scott. The last time I had the honor of doing so was your second creation day party," He added.

"W-We met be-e-e-efore?" Scott asked, bewildered. "Ho-o-o-ow come I don't remember?"

"You were still a very young sparkling, young one," Optimus said with a small chuckle in his voice. "And given my line of work, getting to see you or your mother was only a fleeting pleasure," He explained. "It would not be fair to ask you to remember it," He then paused a moment with a warm smile. "But make no mistake, I never forget the sparklings of my most loyal human compatriots. You and Annabelle Lennox have always especially held a very special place in my spark," He explained.

Scott looked like he could have been flicked and he would have fallen over. He simply nodded his head, and took his notepad into his hands. Looking up at Optimus with a look of awe in his eyes. "M-M-Maybe I ca-a-a-a-an get your au-u-u-utograph then?" Scott asked. "No one's ever go-o-o-onna believe I met you otherwi-i-i-i-ise," He added.

Optimus eyed Bluestreak with a small smile, to which Bluestreak shrugged and only returned the smile. But slowly, he activated his holoform, that of a man in his forties, with dark hair, and piercing blue eyes, approaching the boy and taking his notepad. He turned it over to a fresh page and began to scribble his signature down. "It will be my pleasure, Scott," Optimus replied, finishing and handing it back. "Now, as pleasant as it is to see you again, may I please ask to speak alone with your guardian? I intend to speak of other matters that you are best not laying audio receptors upon," He added gently, his holoform disappearing.