TRANSFORMERS: I WILL NEVER DESERT YOU

THE "ADOPTION" TALK

CHAPTER 15
The "Adoption" Talk

Two days after Scott called Smokescreen his "uncle", Bluestreak couldn't help but think about it more. It was the first time that the boy had acknowledged anyone in their family by a title, and this was something weighing on his processor. What would become of their relationship if Scott started doing this more often? Would Scott inevitably start calling him "dad"? Would he want to be adopted and officially be a part of his family? Neither thing sounded like a bad idea, if he were to be honest. In fact, he would be quite happy to be given the chance to call Scott his son and have it be something that was on an actual document. But the idea also scared him in the slightest of ways.

Would he even make a good father? Sure, he did a good job of playing the legal guardian/godfather role to a tee. But being a father meant he couldn't always play the role of the "cool" uncle he was playing now. The term "father" carried a weight with it that he knew would hang over him, and he knew people would look at him with a lot more scrutiny with how he handled raising Scott as well. He sighed quietly, rubbing his foreplate as he thought about it. He really wanted to adopt Scott, Primus knew he did, but it was going to be a lot more difficult than simply saying he would, and he knew it.

And for that matter, with so little time that had passed since their reunion it was not something he would bring up now. He would bring it up if and when the boy started to throw more hints. After all, there was no telling if he was simply overthinking it or not. And if he was, well, he didn't want to face the sparkbreak of him saying "no". "B-B-B-Blue?" Bluestreak pulled himself out of his thoughts as Scott exited his bedroom, rubbing his eye tiredly. "Sorry I ju-u-u-ust had a bad dream again," He murmured.

"Aw bud, did you have an accident?" Scott shook his head sheepishly. "Just scared?" Scott nodded his head slowly. "Come on Scotty, you want me to pull up my holoform? We can cuddle for a while until I have to head to work," He offered gently.

To his surprise, Scott nodded slowly allowing Bluestreak's holoform to appear in front of him. As he usually did, when Bluestreak reached forward, he backed up a little. After all, he was used to some really terrible abuse, and that would probably always be there. But he did let Bluestreak put a hand around his shoulders and lead him to the couch where he seated himself and moved Scott into his lap. He wrapped his arms around the boy's waist, and though he began to struggle, fear overtaking him he softly cooed. "Scott, Scotty," He whispered in his ear. "I'm just giving you a hug, kiddo. I promise, remember how I'm a hugger? I like giving you hugs," He added.

He loosened the embrace and watched as Scott began to relax slightly. It was taking a while to learn how to properly hug or hold the boy, but slowly, surely, he was learning how to properly handle it with the trauma. "H-H-H-He hit me with th-h-h-h-he belt again," Scott whimpered quietly. "And yo-o-o-ou were there and lau-u-u-u-ughing," He added.

"It's just a nightmare Scott," Bluestreak assured. "See? I'm not laughing. I'm here cuddling with the coolest kid I know instead."

He smiled, tickling the boy's sides as he let out a small shriek and a little laughter. He'd learned quickly enough the right tickle spots, and the right way to do it in order to get Scott a little happier. "B-B-B-Blue?" Scott breathed out, his eyes traveling up to his guardian's eyes. "I mi-i-i-issed you," He admitted quietly.

Bluestreak smiled, brushing the boy's hair from his face slightly. Even if it was only a small revelation, he was thankful to hear the words as they came out of the boy's mouth. "I missed you too, baby boy," Bluestreak patted the boy's shoulder. "You're the entire reason I spent so much time in Autobot City. I missed you too much and going into the human city was just a reminder of what I lost," He grunted, knowing it was probably a little too much information. "Well point is, I hate that I missed watching you grow up. I hate that I wasn't the one raising you too," He admitted.

Scott shifted a bit in his guardian's lap, snuggling deep into his chest. It was clear to the Praxian that the boy very much enjoyed cuddling, and he was more than willing to oblige. Resting his chin on his head, Bluestreak snuggled slightly. "I r-r-r-r-remember when y-y-y-y-you'd do this," Scott admitted, a smile on his face. "I mi-i-i-i-issed this too."

Screw it, the boy was getting to him too easily for him not to ask. Clearing his throat a bit, Bluestreak tried to think through his next words carefully. And better yet, to think of a way to bring it down to his level. "Hey Scotty? What would you think, I mean... Now that we're living together," He paused a moment. "Well," He turned Scott a bit to look at him. "What would you think about getting some forms side and letting me become your daddy?" He questioned.

Scott looked at him as if he had just breathed fire, his eyes filled with surprise. Scott clutched his guardian's pant leg, and shifted a bit. Oh Primus, had Bluestreak asked him too early? Should he have waited until they had a few more months of trust-building to ask? "Yo-o-o-o-ou could do that?" Scott asked. "Yo-o-o-o-o-ou would wa-a-a-a-ant to do that?"

"It should have happened years ago," Bluestreak replied. "You wouldn't have to start calling me dad or anything. But if we got some forms signed, and went through a few interviews... Well," He placed a hand on his back. "You'd be separated from your aunt and uncle. They wouldn't even have kinship over you anymore. You'd be a legal part of our family. Just you, me, Prowl, and Smokescreen... You wouldn't have to worry about anyone else."

Scott swayed his legs over the side of Bluestreak's left leg silently. The way his eyes seemed to trace the ground didn't give him much hope that Scott was going to reply "yes" either. Finally the boy's eyes looked up, and he put his arms around Bluestreak's neck in a hug that stunned the voice right out of Bluestreak. "O-O-O-Okay," Scott whispered quietly. "I co-o-o-o-ould get used to that," He added.

Bluestreak couldn't have smiled a wider, or broader smile. It wasn't as though he could magically make the adoption papers show up. But the thought of Scott becoming his legal, recognized son made his spark swell. And what's more, the very idea of finally being a real, honest-to-Primus creator was even more overwhelming. "Good," Bluestreak nodded, holding him close. "I was hoping you'd say yes, because, well. I can't even begin to think of any little guy I'd want as a son more," He added calmly.

"So-o-o-o-o you weren't go-o-o-onna leave me with Dri-i-i-ift?"

Bluestreak supposed he was still going to have to deal with those fears for a while. Even if it hurt him to think that Scott had even for a second believed he was looking for someone to take him. "And have to share you? What?" Bluestreak teased a bit, poking him in the nose. "Not even a ghost of a chance, sport. I enjoy being with you way too much. Drift's only coming over to watch you for a few hours, I'll be home before you even know it," He explained.

Bluestreak smiled, picking Scott up he put him behind him. "But you, young man need to get back to sleep. It's still only five in the morning, no little boy needs to be up this early," He grinned, hoisting him up slightly as Scott wrapped his arms around his neck in preparation for the piggyback ride he knew he was getting. "So hold on tight, because real me needs to do some work. But as for human me? He's about to become the Bluestreak express," He added.

Scott couldn't help but giggle as Bluestreak carried him in such a manner towards his bedroom. No one had ever let him ride piggyback before he saw Bluestreak again. No one had done a lot of things with him before Bluestreak came along again, come to think of it. The mech dropped him back onto his bed playfully before pulling his covers up close to his chin. "Pro-o-o-o-omise you'll be there when I get u-u-u-up?" Scott asked.

"Well now that I think about it, I had this thing before you woke up," Bluestreak stroked his chin playfully as Scott looked worried. "Of course I'm going to be there when you wake up again," He stated, reaching forward, and kissing the boy's forehead gently. "Sleep tight Scotty, and remember every time you think I might leave...?" He then added. "I love you more than you'll probably ever know at this age."

Scott smiled, his eyes traveling up towards Bluestreak silently. He still wasn't ready to say "love you" back, and it may still yet be a while before he could tell the mech who would be his father that. But for once, the boy was really, truly starting to believe that Bluestreak meant what he said. That he was loved here, that he always had been loved.

And with any luck, he always would be.

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A/N: Drift's babysitting adventures come next chapter! I just wanted this to be its own chapter first. :)