TRANSFORMERS: I WILL NEVER DESERT YOU

QUESTIONS AND DANGER

CHAPTER 18
Questions and Danger

Rung's testing came back conclusive the next day, Scott had PTSD. And because of it, Bluestreak knew they were going to have a lot more therapy on their hands. He had no idea how it would work out, but at the very least, Scott seemed to be okay with more therapeutic sessions. But Bluestreak was still worried inwardly at how well things would go. PTSD was something that was very hard to live with as an adult, and as a child, he could only imagine it would be even harder. A part of him wanted to ask Scott how he could make him feel more secure. But at the same time, reminded himself that Scott was barely ten, having turned it the same month he came to live with him. He probably only understood the very basics of what he was going through at best. Let alone how he could be helped.

So he had done what he could, and taken Scott out on the town afterward. The boy was perched on his shoulder, clinging and getting comfortable as he could. Bluestreak liked that, unlike most parents, Scott's size meant he could carry him on his shoulders as long as he wished. Most parents didn't get the chance to keep their children so close, but he always would. And this way, the boy could see a little more of the city he was now destined to grow up in."B-B-B-Blue?" Bluestreak pulled himself out of his thoughts and turned to the boy. "What was my da-a-a-a-ad like?"

Bluestreak froze in his tracks, stunned that Scott had asked him there of all places. They were in the open, walking along the street, and Scott picked now to ask? It seemed like the most inopportune moment for him to bring it up. But at the same time, Scott probably hadn't learned much about talking about things at the right place and time, and so he clenched his denta and looked thoughtful. "James was probably the single greatest human being I've ever known," He told him patiently. "You remind me a lot of him in little ways. Like you've got his smile and laugh down pat," He added. "And you most definitely have his gentle spark," He added.

"My d-d-d-dad was kind?" Scott asked.

"He was more than kind, Scotty. Your dad, Primus, your dad," He paused a moment, looking up at the sky. "He used to go out of his way to help people. In fact, that was exactly what he died doing, protecting a family," He admitted, to which Scott smiled. "And he loved you and your carrier very much. Like, probably more than you'll ever know," He explained. "Same with your carrier, Primus knows they both died long before two gentle souls like them should have," He explained calmly.

Scott smiled a little at that, thankful to hear that. There were days that he had to wonder if they had wanted to die, to escape him. That was what his aunt and uncle had told him many times, but Bluestreak had never lied like they had. And as a result, he was more inclined to believe the Autobot. "You were probably too young to remember this, but I always think about it on nights like these," Bluestreak told him, noting the number of stars in the sky. "But when you were really little, he and I used to take you out to the grassy area outside his home. There was this little hill we'd take you to, and we'd show you the stars," He explained with a smile. "You were too young to understand us, but we'd talk to you and teach you about the stars."

Scott tried to remember that sweet memory, but mostly only got brief flashes again. Some of Bluestreak, some of his father, or what he'd always assumed was his father at least. He shook his head, and Bluestreak only smiled a little sadly, clearly saddened to know it was nowhere in his memory. "W-W-W-What would they think-k-k-k-k of me now?" Scott asked. "With this PT-T-T-T-T-."

"PTSD?" Bluestreak asked, noting his struggle. "I think they'd be sad, but not for the reasons you're thinking. Because you had to suffer like you did when they left you," Scott nodded his head slowly, his eyes staring down. "And your father would make your uncle wish he was never born either," He then added. "But most of all, I think they'd be proud of how far you've come despite having it," Scott's eyes shot up at him, his eyes widening a little. "You've come a long way, going from that shy, reserved kid two months ago already. And sure, you've still got a long way to go. But they'd be so proud of how you've come to trust us... And hopefully happy."