TRANSFORMERS: I WILL NEVER DESERT YOU

BABYSITTERS AND UNCLES

CHAPTER 14
Babysitters and Uncles

A week later, Bluestreak began to meet with potential babysitters for Scott. He only did so with Scott's permission, given he knew now more than ever that the boy needed time to recover, and trust issues would be evident. But the boy had none-the-less agreed and even stated that he didn't want Bluestreak to slack off at work for him, even if he wanted to spend as much time with him as possible. The first interviews were pure disaster, with most of them either being teenaged humans who had no patience, or people that couldn't get any other job and just wanted the paycheck.

Bluestreak knew that he had to find someone that would be there for Scott twenty four seven. That when he was gone, would be there to comfort him when needed, help with homework, and show encouragement. In short, he needed someone that he knew even Scott could come to trust within time. He'd been about ready to give up hope when the door slid open and Smokescreen stepped inside. "Blue, if you haven't found anything, I think I have a solution," He stated with a grin.

"If you're going to tell me you're cutting your shifts for me forget it," Bluestreak shook his head. "That is not happening, because you need the work. If you're not doing something, you're going stir crazy," He added rather plainly.

Smokescreen rolled his optics slightly, smacking his younger brother upside the helm. Bluestreak merely rubbed it as the mech walked around him, putting his hands on his hips. "That's not what I meant. What I meant was I think I found you someone who might be interested," Smokescreen snorted. "His station work hours have been shifted to nights, just when you're getting off. I just found it out, so I thought I'd drag him here," He explained quickly.

"Alright," Bluestreak looked up at him. "There's gotta be a catch to this, right? I can feel a catch coming on."

Smokescreen twiddled his thumbs slightly, looking over his shoulder slightly. He turned for a moment and looked at Bluestreak. "Well, okay, you got me there. I'm not sure what you're gonna think of it," He crossed his arms slightly. "But it's..."

"Me."

Bluestreak quickly remembered who Smokescreen was talking about as soon as Drift entered the room. Ever since Prowl's arrival, Drift had stepped down from the tactical division to help Hound, the main weapons specialist, run his weapons division. But lately, the two of them had been swamped by work it seemed, and thus... "So you and Hound finally decided to split up the head Weapons Specialist position, huh?" Bluestreak commented. "Him in the morning, and you at night?"

"Indeed Bluestreak-san that is the plan," Drift explained, sitting cross legged on a seat before him. "The burden weighed heavily on us both, in order to fill in for Ironhide. And thus, we came to the same conclusion this was the right way," He explained, resting his hands on his knees. "Then I overheard Smokescreen-san speaking about your struggle to find a mech or human to watch your god son. Scott-kun, was it?"

Bluestreak didn't know what to think here, his optics traveling up to Smokescreen. He trusted Drift whole-heartedly, even if he was a former Decepticon, he had proven his loyalty time and time again. What he couldn't help but question was how much experience the mech had with kids. Though he was a kind mech now, he had been a very dangerous, violent one as a Decepticon, one that no doubt had nothing to do with kids. "Drift, do you even have any experience with kids? Like no offense at all," Bluestreak began. "It's just Scott has been through A LOT and I need someone who knows what they're doing. And more importantly that can recognize how fragile his state is right now."

The samurai nodded his head thoughtfully, his blue optics meeting Bluestreak's. "You would think not, of course, during my time as Deadlock," Drift began, his honesty showing. "But you would be surprised, even before the war, I had siblings. I had nephews and nieces," He recollected solemnly. "I have had more time with sparklings than one would believe, Bluestreak-san. And while I have not dealt with any with the trauma of which you speak. I am willing to do so in order to help a dear friend such as you," He explained.