I am not a writer, of anything, let alone fanfic, so I'll apologise up front, but I just had to get this out of my head. I also apologise for my ignorance if I make mistakes on the accepted and/or correct terms, words and phrases used. There will undoubtably be some bits that could come across as 'too human' but that's because my brain couldn't come up with anything, but then it's not as if the Transformers never use human expressions because they do.
It's just a bit of fun, I hope you like it. :)
Transformers do not belong to me, however Widget does belong to me. The lil cutie is mine.
STARSCREAM'S WIDGET
Soundwave's optics stuttered online. He winced at the sharp and unexpected poke in his shoulder, and a weight shifted on his chest. The surprise jolted him to consciousness, his position and surroundings still vague, his vision simply filled with the blue of a clear sky above him. He went to sit up but got no further than halfway before the intense pain halted his movement. In fact it returned him abruptly back to the ground with a droning gasp. At least the weight had disappeared from his chest. The weight landed close to his head and poked him in the shoulder again. Laserbeak shuffled nervously, constantly scanning around, trying to get his 'master' to move. They might be exposed at any moment. Realisation sunk into Soundwave's logic circuits. He was on the battlefield. An instinctive dread flooded through him, swiftly followed by anger at the return of the memory of how he got there. His fist banged down into the dirt. Ack! Even that hurt.
"Laserbeak! Recall Frenzy and Rumble." he instructed his faithful cassetticon. The 'bird' immediately launched upwards, gaining altitude enough to be able to scout for the twins while still keeping Soundwave in his vision, hovering, ever protective of his 'host'.
Soundwave waited with regained patience and replayed the events over and over. This is the last time that that .… that …. idiot, Starscream was going to put a spanner in the works. He was becoming more dangerous towards a Decepticon than an Autobot. The prone officer's patience was replaced by anger again as the information he replayed proved beyond a shadow of a doubt who was to blame for his predicament and it didn't look accidental. Unable to express it himself any other way, Soundwave tried to force his fist through the ground again, the pain somehow focusing his mind...thinking...planning...plotting.
It was a miracle the Nemesis hadn't tilted onto one side, having what seemed like every Decepticon on board as far away as possible from Megatron and the wrath he was currently unleashing, full blast, at Starscream. Total explosive fury - he looked like he was about to go supernova. Megatron stood directly in front of him, toe to toe. Starscream had assumed a peculiar backwards slant to distance his face, or was it the blast from his leader's thunderous bellow forcing his retreat?
It was a long, loud rant and Starscream had decided not to register half of it. "MY COMMUNICATIONS OFFICER YOU IMBECILE!" He bellowed vehemently. "A VALUABLE DECEPTICON. UNLIKE OTHERS I COULD MENTION". A black digit thrust so hard into the seeker's chest he had to take a step back to keep his balance. Megatron moved forward with him. He wasn't going to be given an inch. Starscream almost fell back on his usual defence, the one about how invaluable he was. It was practically a reflex but he checked himself in time. Somehow this time was different. He hadn't been hit even once yet. He kept his face almost void of any expression, fighting shy of direct eye contact. His audio receptors were now blanking out most of the bombardment. It didn't really register immediately when Megatron turned around to press a button on his desk.
"TAKE THIS..." … hissing static punctuated by clicks and screeching whistles as if in recovery from Megatron's tirade filled the pause as the Decepticon leader fought to find the right words, couldn't and so settled for "...THING! AWAY!! NOW!!!" He spun back to Starscream, his large outstretched hand covering the minion's face, forcefully shoving him out into the corridor. Abruptly the door slid shut, something large and heavy striking it from the other side almost as soon as it had closed. Starscream flinched, imagining it to be the desk that 'died' - glad it wasn't him, but really, for pity's sake! "Soundwave was OK", he shrugged mentally, "well, was going to be OK".
Two pairs of large hands grabbed his arms roughly and he was dragged away to the brig.
He was picked up roughly and manhandled onto the bed. Starscream sat up promptly as Long Haul started strapping down his legs. " What on Cybertron are you...?" Bonecrusher simply flattened him back onto the bed and proceeded to strap down his top half, throwing him a menacing leer as he did so. "Let me up. Unfasten me and let me go, you moron". He wriggled as much as he could, which proved ineffective. Long Haul simply helped Bonecrusher tighten the straps, exchanging knowing glances. The sudden noise of a high pitched buzzing broke in on Starscream's complaints. Immediate, leering grins from his two assailants - along with his alarm at hearing the blades - brought a look of terror to his face. Pleading release to no avail, the two stood aside, their job complete. The tool first appeared in his peripheral vision, from somewhere above his head. He fell silent as his optics followed its blades' progress towards him. Heck, they were going to disassemble him. Megatron had finally had enough? He couldn't do this; he was a fellow Decepticon; a mostly, well sort of, loyal and definitely valuable servant to the Decepticon cause. Soundwave was on the mend ... A block of ultramarine came into view on his left-hand side. Soundwave was more than on the mend. He was standing there, smiling. Starscream was sure about that despite the faceplate, something in the way his optics shone. The seeker's mouth simply dropped open. Shock was setting in. It couldn't end like this. Hook's face emerged alongside the blades. "Hello Starscream". It was the first time anyone had spoken to him in weeks, but he wished he hadn't, not with that inflection. His horror grew; he strained against the restraints; panic welled up inside and he could feel a scream growing with it. He heard the snickering between the Constructicons as Hook began to...