Live in TF's

There are lots of folks out there who say that they would love to see a "REAL" transformer. For me that particular wish has brought no end to my troubles. My Fellow Fanfic writer KenyaStarflight was brave enough to come out with her tales of just how "REAL" fictional characters can be. So here I come as well with my own story.

Monday, June 13, 2005

He Followed Me to Work Today...

As any one who's ever watched an episode, or read a comic of the Transformers, knows, there are all kinds of personalities in the autobots. There are smart alecs, like the twins. There's the noble, compassionate Optimus Prime. There are Jerks, Like Gears and Cliff jumper. Funny guys and jokers, Like Jazz and Blaster. And then there are the sweet hearts. Those speical sparks that just do thier best to love the world and ever one around them. Those people that despite the fact they have seen and heard so many horrible things in this world and in the war they fight, they still managed to remain some what innocent. One of those sweethearts is Bluestreak.
Most of them tend to sleep in when they are here, they have been getting up at the crack of dawn for the last nine million years or so, so i dont begrudge them thier sleep. Unfortunately, I am normally stuck on the morning shift at my job. So I get up and head in. This morning he was there, sweet Bluestreak, and he just followed me to work.
He wasnt as loud as some of the rest when they've done this, no he just followed me around keeping up a steady stream of observations about what was going on and what he thought of every one. Its really quite cute, and i have to say that hes probally one of my more favorite house guests. There's something way down deep in those blue eyes that most people dont see or even look for, thats why he talks so much. But thats okay, I think i like it to be honest.
Seriously though, he's welcome at work any time now and is a lot better at it than some of the others.

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