The spark projection of Starscream floated in the-...wait where was he? The Well of Allsparks? Perhaps. The point was he was bored. He soon noticed a blue speck, said speck being the spark projection of the autobot ninja, whom the seeker decided to bother. Again.
''YOU! This is all your fault!
''For the last time I didn't know you were there...How did you find me again?''
''I don't know...'' Starscream was silent for a long moment after that, seemingly worrying the autobot spirit. Said spirit soon spoke
''The Allspark needed to be repaired...''
''And yet there still are fragments remaining.'' boomed two unknown voices, startling the decepticon.
''Gah! What was that?''
''Seems Starscream is about to be revived,'' added one of the voices.
''YES!''
...
Color returned to the seeker. His optics and a new Allspark fagment began to glow. He awoke, sitting up, and realized the one downside to all this.
''Ugh...My helm.'' Soon he heard the voice of his clone, Slipstream.
''Just so you know,reviving you was Soundwave's idea, not mine. I only went along 'cuz Laserbeak was going to peck out my optics.''
"Well it's nice to see you too,'' replied the magenta jet, before realization dawned. ''Wait a nanoklik, who the frag are Soundwave and Laserbeak?!''
''Them,'' answered the femme, pointing to a mech with a metallic bird perched on his arm. The mech spoke.
''When I last checked Megatron's file,you were labeled as second-in-command. Now he is apprehended, logically Decepticon leadership falls to you.''
''He must've been to lazy to change the file,'' Starscream smirked. ''When did you last check it?''
''Christmas.''
Confusion must have been obvious on the magenta seeker's face, for his clone gave an explanation.
''You weren't here for that. It was a few orbital cycles ago.'' Her optics darkened in thought. ''Maybe he reinstated you...What did you two do while you were stuck in space?''
Starscream stiffened as he thought back.
He was just a head, set on a surface that Megatron stood by, the both of them clearly bored, before the decepticon leader put the head on his head.
''I am not your hat,'' the head said, only to find himself under the chin of the silver decepticon. ''Nor are you mine.'' He couldn't help smirking along. At least they weren't bored, and yet Megatron drifted into recharge, snuggling with the surprised head.
''Star-''
''NOTHING HAPPENED!'' Starscream shouted in Slipstream's face. She smirked back. Clearly his pokerface was not working.
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A/N: this fic is also a comic on deviantart; tfaqa. I have the same name there