Important: Please Read

I know there's a lot of hardcore Transformer fans out there. The following story is a mixture of my own interpretation coupled with certain elements from G1 and the live action movie as well.

With that being said, please know there are several changes I've made to accommodate the story being told, most notably, the new alt mode that I have given Bluestreak. While it may upset some, I have diligently tried to capture the characters as we originally remember them all the while keeping everything up to date with the present. I hope all of you will enjoy what I have written. I am looking forward to reading all of your reviews.

Now, to quote Rattrap, "Are you gonna talk or are you gonna rock?"

Plot Summary:

Bluestreak forms an intricate, complicated relationship with a human named Kate that lets the both of them see for as different as they may appear on the outside, love and tragedy knows no species limit.

Prologue

Breathtaking. That's what she had called it. And as Bluestreak stood looking out to the horizon before him, the canyons below dotting the landscape in complete perfection, he saw what she had meant. For as much as he loved Cybertron, he had to admit, even his beloved home planet couldn't compete with the sight before him now.

Yellows and reds radiated through the sky, their glorious colors filling every angle of the earth from afar, stretching outward to what seemed like no end.

Inhaling softly, Bluestreak let the earth's natural gases pass through his intake systems, his memory circuits flooded with images of the first time she had brought him here.

But this time, standing motionless, watching the earth's heating core set in the vast distance, it all seemed so different…and empty.

For once, no words came to him, not a single syllable. It wasn't fair. It just wasn't fair. And for a brief nanoclick, Bluestreak felt his emotional circuits bring on a pang of hushed anger that rippled through him…for letting himself forget about the past…for giving so much, when once again, so much was taken…for letting himself walk down the path that only seemed to lead in one direction.

And it hurt. Badly.

Oh by the hand of Primus, did it hurt.

How do humans deal with it? Hurting? Bluestreak thought. Their bodies are so fragile…how do they do it? How can they put themselves through feeling so much and not injure their core processors?

He stared at the tiny metal container his digits held. It had been four months. He had been putting it off but Jazz had finally convinced him. After all, it needed to be done.

Turning his head to the sky, Bluestreak wondered. Was she with the human equivalent of the matrix? Was she looking down on him? Was she at peace?

There were so many human rituals he didn't understand, so many things his logics just couldn't comprehend why they did the things they did. But the ritual he was about to do, for some odd reason, held no ambiguities, no contradictions. Just purpose and meaning.

Carefully, Bluestreak opened the container. And as he shook the contents out, he felt the wind pick up, a warm carefree breeze that encompassed him, even through his thick metal exterior. And suddenly the quiet pang of anger and hurt that had surfaced was suddenly gone.

As his optics watched the ashes float into the wind, Bluestreak realized what had so long evaded him, what had kept his demons floating inside for so long…

Letting go.

Somehow, it had always been easier to keep everything inside, hiding, even though it always lingered…just waiting for its chance to be set free.

And as her ashes floated so freely, scattered to the wind, Bluestreak knew the time had come for the departed to start on her way home.