AN: No I'm not dead. The muses just decided to take a vacation around the time things in RL started getting busy. Hopefully the next chapter wont take quite as long to get out.

SN: This is the sequel to On Vacation, and was requested by one of my RL friends.

Caring

The door was locked and the room was dark. He sat in the silence, knees drawn up to his chest. Optics stared vacantly as he drowned himself in the horrors of the past. Outside the world flurried by. Shouts echoing down the corridor, and pounding on the door attempting to break through. Distantly he was aware of Ratchet's cursing, his medical override failing to open the door. Jazz had installed an extra lock on the door for him. One that only the saboteur could hope of getting by.

"You know you've got everyone very worried out there." He hadn't even heard him come in. "They say you haven't been out of here in days."

Bluestreak refused to acknowledge the black and white. Jazz sat down heavily next to the gunner, looping an arm lightly over his shoulders. The moments ticked by in silence.

"He left me." A shudder passed through his frame. "I begged him not to, but left me. Alone."

Jazz didn't say anything, just pulled the younger mech to lean against his side. There would be plenty of time to show Blue that Sunstreaker hadn't been out to hurt him later. That the yellow mech was in love with him, pacing the hallway outside as the sat there, going out of his mind with worry, but right now the mech just needed to be held.