Every time I see a blue Corvette my mind races and I have a hard time not bolting like a rabbit who has sensed a fox. I've got my sensors set so any Cybertronian should show up once they are within a mile of me though I'm sure any determined bot could figure a way to dampen their signal. Luckily there aren't very many yellow and black new style Camaros or any of the other Autobots. Well. Barring Ironhide, there are tons of big black trucks, though not as many as blue Corvettes. And it is the idea of Tracks hunting me down. With him I'd wonder if it was personal, if he was mad I had run off without telling him again. That he was mad I purposely fell off the radar.
It is so silly for that to be my biggest worry. That my nervousness is almost all about having hurt Tracks's feelings. Not that the government may now consider me a traitor and wish to capture and detain me. Not that the Autobots may think I've gone over to the Decepticons. Not that all my hard work may unravel. My worry is that Tracks is mad.
I guess part of me has always figured I would cross paths with him again and I would want it to be like the time before everything hit the fan. After his planetfall but before the Autobots made their home at Norton. That glorious time when we we bantered back and forth and were rather blissfully unaware that there were Decepticons out on this world. But we all dream of better times when we are unsure or afraid or sad.
I guess that is why I dream of my life before. Because I am unsure. I am unsure what I am supposed to do, Cybertronians live for millenia so I've got a lot of time to figure out what to do with.
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