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Jetfire found himself wandering aimlessly around the garden, then paused, automatically kicking at the ruins of the bird-bath. His friends, what would they do without him, who would be taking his place as second in command? And he was never going to see any of his team, his friends again.

Sighing to himself, he moved away to start searching for a lake, a river, anything. Rad had said throwing stones into water was a good way to vent.

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The lake is there, and Optimus is also there, standing on the end of the dock with her swords in her hands as the last light of her portal closes behind her. She doesn't notice that she isn't alone. Her mind is on the recent Danger Room simulation that she just left the two jets doing, and also on a confused young shuttle who is firmly convinced that she's a Decepticon commander.

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Still lost in his thoughts, Jetfire wandered to the lakeside a few feet from the dock, starting to grab handfuls of pebbles and throwing them into the water, seeming too distracted to notice the other Transformer nearby.

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After awhile the plip of pebble in water recalls Optimus to her reason for being here, and she turns her head to see where the sound is coming from before turning and walking back to the grass and making her way over to where Jetfire is lost in his thoughts.

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He didn't register her approaching at first, being so focused on his task, frantically grabbing more and more handfuls of the small stones to throw them outwards into the lake.

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"Jetfire?" says Optimus, her alto voice holding sympathy and inquiry.

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"Yeah" he replied quietly, letting the pebbles trickle out between his fingers and rain back down to the ground.

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She stops a few feet behind him, absently joining her swords together and then slipping them into the scabbard on her back. "Do you want to talk about it?"

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"Talk about what?" he replied neutrally "How about the fact I'm never see my friends again, that I failed them in the middle of a fight and got myself killed, some second in command I turned to be...."

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"Do you think your friends are going to be saying that?" Her voice is low as she looks at his back with serious golden optics.

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"Hard to say unless you got some way of spyin' on 'em" he replied before turning his attention back out to the lake.

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She shakes her head. "Jetfire, look at me."

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"Yes?" he muttered, slowly turning in her direction.

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"The last time I looked, falling in battle wasn't failure," says the female Prime quietly once he's facing her. "We honored those who had done so, because they gave their all. We called them heroes."

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"I guess" he mumbled to himself after she had finished speaking, turning his attention to studying his feet.

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"I know...." She pauses as her vocalizer staticks and clears her throat, then tries again, her voice coming out a little husky this time. "I know that doesn't make it feel much better to be away from your friends."

Gentle hands reach out and touch his shoulders, offering a hug.

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"Thanks" he replied quietly, glancing up as one of his hands moves, reaching upwards to be placed on top of hers.

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Her blue lip plates curve into a smile of sympathy and understanding as she gently lifts her free hand to pat him and then pulls him close and gives him a reassuring and supportive squeeze.

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Taken off-guard by the hug, Jetfire tensed for a second or two, then forced himself to relax with a quiet, almost inaudible mumble of "Thank you"

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She nods and is silent for a moment, then says softly, as though to herself, "I miss my friends too. But I know they're going to be alright."

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"Hope so" Jetfire replied quietly. Maybe changing the subject would help take his mind....off things "Who else wound up here?"

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She steps back and glances at the water. "A mech named Perceptor and his friend Chromia, a young medic named WakeJumper, a flyer named Fallstreak, a little scrap of trouble named Kimchee, a big guy named Blacktop and a smaller guy named Sparkbit, a femme named Desinex. A Starscream. And a young shuttle who's convinced I'm a Decepticon commander."

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Jetfire nodded, taking in each name for later, then his optics narrowed as one name, more familiar than the others, leapt out at him "Starscream?"

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"Yes. Starscream." She tilts her head slightly. "He died fighting Unicron."

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"Uh-huh and he wound up here too" Jetfire frowned, slowly folding his arms over his chest and raising an eyeridge, muttering "Thought Unicron was just a myth"

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"Primus feels he belongs here." A light ball floats close and is batted away as she decides to leave the mutter unless he seems to want a reply.