Fanfiction decided to delete this before, so here it is again.

This is my first ever Transformers fic. This takes place after Starscream's little "glomping" (tackle hug) at the end of the episode "A Decepticon Raider in King Arthur's Court" (fantastic name, am I not mistaken?" That was Season 2, episode 23, in case you want it.

Transformers = Belongs to Hasbro. Duh.

I still didn't understand why he wasn't happy to have his Second in Command back. I mean, without me, surely he'd have been terminated due to his idiotic plans by now. And to think, I did all that, in his honor; well, not really. But the point is, I was happy to see him, so why couldn't he return the favor? Well, I wasn't happy to see him either, I was, emotionally uplifted.

"Well, why did you run up and grab him like that in the first place?" Skywarp cocked his head at me and casually kicked his dark violet legs off the side of the berth. I thought carefully before answering his question, knowing right well the rumors my fellow seeker would spread about me if he knew.

"He was shooting not only at the Autobots, but also at us. I couldn't risk my soldiers, or worse, me, being reduced to smoldering bits just because mighty Megatron was trying to hit the pitiful things."

Thundercracker smirked at my response, knowing right well how much of a downright lie it was. I let my crimson optics glare at him menacingly, to make sure he didn't alert Skywarp of my vorns old predicament.

"Okay, but why grab him? You could have simply shouted you were there," the purple jet continued.

"With him blasting off like the psychotic robot he is? I think not! He'd have killed me on the spot!" I screeched. I crossed my arms and looked over to Thundercracker, ready for him to say something useful, unlike our brother.

He sighed, "clearly not, otherwise he'd have blasted you for tackling him sometime between you getting back and now, right?" he offered. It was my turn to sigh, and I put my servos to my head and took a deep cycle through my vents.

"I suppose," I admitted. I didn't really believe that, and knew Megatron was going to kick the slag outta me later, but I agreed and felt the gentle servos of Thundercracker begin to rub the tips of my right wing. Skywarp quickly joined in, and massaged the left.

It's not very often I let them do these kinds of things to me. Hardly often at all, really. But both of them seemed to really be getting into my business lately, and honestly I really needed to vent my anger and need and frustration on someone. And who can resist the Seeker Bonding Ritual?

The ritual. The only thing truly keeping me and my trine linked anymore. Not even solar cycles of tireless deceit and hatred bearing down on us from the war could break those ancient ties. I extended my servos out to their wings as well, and ran them down the bottoms. They slid their charcoal palms down the sides of my wings, and I relaxed into their touches. Nothing in the world could remove me from this. This was the way life should be.

"I'm still here if you ever want to privately talk," Thundercracker whispered over our bond. Even though it's a trine bond, if Skywarp wasn't initiated into it, it could just be the two of us.

"Not now, but thanks," I hazily replied. I was ready to hit recharge mode when my comm.-link burst into life.

"Starscream, my quarters, now," Megatron roared. I turned over in the berth and let out a high pitch screech.

"'Screamer, you should go now, before he gets too upset," Skywarp suggested.

"As if I didn't know that already."

The blue jet took that as an invitation to intervene, "come on, we'll walk you. If you need us, you can comm. us and 'Warp and I will rescue you in a flash," he tried.

"Very well, let's go get this beating over with."