A fraction doesn't matter.

Chapter 1.

I wanted to read about half blooded transformers... There were not any stories at all! How? So, I created some in my mind, and here I present you one of them.

I don't know how far it will go but right now I'm exited and I need a small break from my main story '(Transformers) Soundwave's secret' and another one:'(Transformers)Stupid or right'.

About the story:

It is not a cannon story, characters are taken from different TF Univercies. (I might later create a list to make it more clear for you.)

It is mostly about half-blooded (half-energoned, if you like so) Bluetreak, and half-blooded bots.

For now, I can say that the most mentioned characters will be: Bluestreak, Jazz, Prowl, Ratchet, Sunstreaker, Sideswipe, Ironhide, Prime, Ultra Magnus.

No Mech/Mech, no rated 'M'.(I don't write these.)
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Chapter 1.

"He is still a youngling."

"He is old enough to take the responsibility for his actions!"

Bluestreak knew: he shouldn't have been here, he shouldn't have been eavesdropping. The main reason was that he was listing to his superiors' conversation. This fact alone should have made him leave but he didn't, as it seemed that the main topic of the meeting was him. To be exact: his disobedience.

"He had a simple task but didn't he just fail, he did not even try to compleat it. He refused to follow the order."

"That was my fault, Ultra Magnus. I though he was ready for that."

"No, Optimus. We all know the main reason of his actions."

"Don't you start again!"

"Face it, Jazz."

"He's not like them!"

"May be not, but he refuses to accept Decepticons as the enemy."

"So what, we just won't make him face them again. He can suit for another job-"

"That won't work! Admit the truth already. He is a half-blooded and no matter how much he snuggles Bluesteark will never gain a full trust. And more he fails, worse it will become. One day kid realizes that he doesn't belong here and let us hope he won't be foolish enough to try to join Decepticons."

A lump rose in his throat... He always knew but hearing the truth aloud... That made him finally face the reality. And the worst was that after those words everyone fell silent. That proved that even though they might not have wanted but agreed with Ultra Magnus.

Bluestreak had leaned to the door panel too much and the gap became big enough for Jazz to notice him.

"No..." the whisper escaped the officer's vocalizer, him with horror realizing what had they just done, as the pair of differently colored optics flinched and the youngling stepped back, the door opening and revealing even more of him. Jazz stared at the young, the guilt already burning him from inside. His stare was immediately noticed by his comrades and all turned to the doorframe to only for a klick see the young mech's face before he flinched away and hurried through the corridor.

"Blue- It's not-!" Jazz jerked to the door and rushed out to the already empty surroundings.

Prowl gave Magnus a dead look, but the bot just uncomfortably took his optics away. For him, he had just said the truth, no matter how unwanted it was,

"Perhaps, it's better this way."

"Do you even realize-"

"Bluestreak had always know the truth, Prowl. You know he did."

Ironhide and Ratchet just stared and looked at Prime, who noticing just returned Jazz's brightened optics and Prowl's tensioned figure. That was a sign for him.

"Let us stop here. Truth or not, this sitiation was not suppose to happen."

"I'm goin' to Bluestreak."

"Jazz, let him be for a while..."

The officer gave a sign but stopped...
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By calling himself an Autobot, he would just ignore the truth.

Bluestreak was a half-blooded, his blue and red optics being a constant proof. He was found by Autobots in a young age but he still remembered his parents, slightly, but that was enough. He never knew how was that possible and how did it happen (no one knew) but one thing he remembered: they loved each other, they were bonded and they loved him. Bluestreak remembered that feeling in his spark... Was any of them a traitor or were they both... It did not matter, they loved each other and that meant that Autobots and Decepticons could be together.

Yes, they were one kind once, then why not again? But as it seemed no one supported this idea: nor Bots, nor Cons...

But what if?.. This question had always lived in his mind... Yes, he was brought up by Autobots, mostly by Jazz and Prowl - the mixture of completely different bots... He was grateful for that. And still, something told him that the fraction was just a name and there could been good bots on both sides but they were seeing the other fraction as the threat and the enemy.

Bluestreak, perhaps was too young for that kind of thought, but maybe his origin affected his outlook...

And here he was, in his room, door locked. Unfortunately, so unfortunately but Ultra Magnus was right in some way.

Yes, Bluestreak just couldn't. He couldn't not fight agains Decepticons.

He did not want to.

The real war had stopped, now there were just battles between the fractions with no main reason. For Autobots - Decepticins were the threat. For Decepticons - the Autobots were. They were not trying to fully destroy each other, now they were both trying to live and still make things for the other fraction as bad as possible.

That was the other reason, which made Bluestreak to lose the point in fighting.

Strangely, the feeling of betrayal and sadness suddenly left him. He knew that it was not Autobots' fault, he did not blame them, he did not feel angry as well... The feeling just let him go.

Now so many things became so clear.

He did not want to fight.

He was not fully trusted.

He did not want to cause more problems.

He did not want to feel this awkwardness that was caused by his origin.

He did not want to make others feel awkward.

He was close to some of them but did not want to force them to adopt to his unusualness. They were not doing good in that...

And he was old enough to be able to take care for himself...
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Some time later Jazz was nervously standing by the door with Prowl at his back.

"Hey, Blue..." the officer started after knocking it several times, "Come on, buddy, open this door."

"Jazz..."

"What?"

"How do you know that it is locked?"

Jazz blinked and punched the door and the panel opened.

"Bluestreak?" Jazz voiced but the room they entered happened to be empty, "He is not here?", bot asked with surprise turning to his friend.

"I don't get it, where would he go? What's that, Prowler?"

Prowl was reading what was left on the desk, frozen, his optics slowly going over the each symbol. Not getting the answer Jazz walked and looked from tactician's shoulder and what he read made him stop his air cycling...

"Oh no..."
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