Starscream ran, mirthless laughter chasing him, threats and hatred burning his laser core like a welder. But he couldn't help it, he had to run, the dent in his wing proof of how helpless he really was against Optimus' friends, a flier not fitted for fighting against the mechs from lower Cybertron.
The one that hated him from the beginning, once silver now sporting a white frame with blue and red ornaments... just like Starscream himself. It was supposed to mock him, but Starscream knew better, the grounder was jealous.
Jealous to the point of threatening Prime's mate into leaving, enough to allow the two of his friends to hold the flier while he dented Starscream wings.
"Run. Leave him, and run."
"He'll never be yours, filth; never will love you like he did me." Starscream snarled.
"Never wanted it, flier, I just don't want to see your filthy hands over him." The blue optics seemed to flame with hate as he spoke...
Starscream fought the urge to scream in defeat...
"I could kill you, but I won't, you don't deserve it." Jazz continued "I know what you're up to... seeker. Yes, I have my sources." The grin that followed was nothing short of predatory and Starscream felt energon freezing in his lines.
"You are the filth..."
"I'm his friend." Jazz spat and nodded to other mechs. Starscream was thrown into the waste mud on the ground.
"Scram!" Jazz laughed and left Starscream, his pride hurt, flier stuck in the mud...
The jet clenched his fists and promised revenge, and then he ran.
Remembering Jazz when he changed the color of his optics.
Remembering Jazz when he promised loyalty to Megatron.
Remembering Jazz when he killed Autobots.
Remembering Optimus when Megatron tried to kill the Prime.
Remembering Optimus every time he defied orders.
Remembering the past whenever recharge claimed him.
Morning waking him hot with desire or cold with hate.