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Summary: Basically drabbles involving Starscream and his clones.
Warnings: Slight hints of slash, but not by much.
Can You Feel the Love Tonight?- The Lion King: Skywarp, Thundercracker:
"Thundercracker!"
Hidden on the African plain and suddenly having a feeling of dread course through his magnificent systems, the blue clone whose name was being screamed from a good thirty feet away, turned from the hovel he'd been sitting happily in and grinned at the sight before him.
His dark purple brother clone was running his way, being followed by a big, thick furred beast Thundercracker vaguely remembered being called a lion. Skywarp had fluid leaking from his optics as he ran, begging the oldest clone to save him from the 'big angry kitty'.
Though Thundercracker hated being nice to the coward, he was bored and obliged with a quick sonic blast that didn't hit the lion, but sent it running, tail between its legs, in the opposite direction.
Skywarp jumped over the hovel and immediately began groveling before his brother, grateful beyond words. This only helped to inflate the narcissist's ego, chassis puffing up like some giant peacock.
"What did you do to make him so mad, fool?"
"…I-I…s-stepped on i-its tail…"
Thundercracker's laugh could be heard for miles.
Set It Free- Speak Soundtrack: Starscream, Slipstream:
"Starscream, put me down! Really this isn't funny and you're gonna drop me!"
"What are you talking about, I'm your original. The only reason I'd drop you is if you dropped me."
"…You weigh more than me."
"Oh, by what, ten pounds?"
"Excuse me?!"
Life is a Highway- Rascal Flatts: Sunstorm, Ramjet:
Holding his mostly white brother around the waste, Sunstorm was starting to wonder why he had decided to go out with the fantastical liar. True, it was easy to figure out that what he suggested was the exact opposite, and it kept one guessing, but this had been way out of the park. He said they were flying to Detroit over sharp rocks. Reversing that meant they were walking somewhere nice, but he still didn't know where. To top it off, Ramjet was drunk and having trouble remembering which way they had originally been heading.
Oh well. Sunstorm was the eternal optimist of the clones and as such took it upon himself to lead Ramjet somewhere. This should be fun.
Unwritten: Skywarp, Bumblebee, Blurr:
"Come on you big purple fraidy-bot! Swimming is fun! Not scary at all, and you're the one who wanted help with your anxiety problems, so let go of the rail and start paddling!"
Skywarp, two giant water wings on his arms, in a life raft, with a life vest strapped to himself, holding the guard rail still looked unsure. Bumblebee was right, this would be easy, he just had to get out of his raft and step in the wading area of the earthling pool Professor Sumdac had donated to the city of Detroit… sometime today.
Skywarp was about to ask the rapidly losing his patience 'Bot to go first, when from out of nowhere a blue flash knocked right into him, sending him face first into the water. Oddly, the shock didn't hit him before a set of yellow arms pulled him up, scolding a cackling blue speedster behind him. Skywarp then proceeded to clutch Bumblebee rather like he would Thundercracker, bawling his head off.
Out of My Element: Slipstream, Ramjet, Sunstorm, Starscream:
"Now, now, you know I won't hurt you." The original of the Seeker units said as soothingly as he could to his normally happy-go-lucky clone, currently scuttling under a larger than most rosebush in a perfect impression of his youngest brother. Ramjet was trying to assist his creator, Slipstream behind him pretending not to care about the whole ordeal.
"Oh, it's not that, grand creator, it's just… That terribly… unique… triple-changer threatened to skewer me if he saw me today… and I'm inclined to believe him."
"What are you talking about," Ramjet spoke up, grabbing the lighter clone and dragging him out to give him a small hug, "Skywarp and Thundercracker are here, they'll protect you. I won't, but they might."
Slipstream smacked herself in the face, Starscream scoffed and crossed his arms, Sunstorm just sort of smiled at the grinning liar. His words rang false, but actions spoke truth and Sunstorm had gotten rather good at reading Ramjet like a book. It was nice to have someone from their strange little group always be there even when he said he wouldn't be.
Bullet: Thundercracker, Starscream, Ramjet:
Sharp claws slowly and clumsily took their time as Thundercracker did his best to find that horrible piece of Earth metal from his original, Ramjet holding Starscream's head in his lap like he was a sparkling, a worried look on both their faces. Thundercracker's worry was much, much less apparent, but it was there.
A shaky, painful little groan left the red Harrier jet's voice box when the blue clone finally found the little bundle of multiple shotgun bullets that had melted once entering Starscream's tanks, sticking to the metal organs like space barnacles. Ramjet gently rubbed his thumbs in circles at the sides of Screamer's head, his words were no good right now, being always false, but his actions spoke volumes and seemed to help Starscream's pain. Thundercracker did his best to be gentle.
London Bridge- Fergie: Slipstream, Blitzwing, Lugnut, Megatron:
"Your faces are… stuck?"
"Uh-huh!" Blitzwing's Random face confirmed, for once in probably hundreds of stellar cycles, frowning. Really, if Slipstream ever thought Random's usual demeanor was freaky, it was nothing compared to when he was actually frustrated. It was like Angry and Icy at the same time, only… With the way Random looked, like a black jack-o-lantern, it was like staring at a very slagged off intergalactic demon.
"It serves him right for marring Megatron's glorious visage!" Lugnut stated from his place at the throne in their base, polishing the throne's backrest like a good little suck-up.
Tourniquet- Evanescence: Skywarp, Sunstorm (mention of Blackarachnia):
Curled into the fetal position, on the deserted moon, the one clone of Starscream's that didn't have any of his bitter outlook on life and very little of his strength, was dying. At least, he was pretty sure he was dying. A while ago he'd made the mistake of getting Blackarachnia mad and she'd clipped one of his Energon lines with her claws. Now, Skywarp could barely see through his optics, his legs couldn't move and the All Spark fragment that kept him going felt… strained.
Right about now he should have felt very afraid, but instead he felt oddly giddy. If this is what death felt like, he should have tried it much sooner. The fear was gone, and he found himself less worried about everything trying to get him, seeing as how he was certain that in a few more moments he'd leave his body and…
"Skywarp? Where are you little brother? Our majestic creator is requesting our pre—Skywarp?!"
The darker clone couldn't answer the much brighter of his brothers as he found his vocal processors had stopped functioning. All he could really do was move his helm in the direction the other had come from, the look on the coward's face blank. Sunstorm landed right next to the youngest clone, looking for once in his life like he actually cared. How strange, Skywarp thought absently.
There for You- Flyleaf: Megatron, Starscream, mention of the clones:
"Alright Starscream, seeing as you refuse to die, no matter what I do, I'm going to be generous and hand you an ultimatum, either resume your position in my army or I'm going to weld you to the Detroit bridge and have you watch as I destroy every single one of your clones right in front of you. It's your choice."
Tied to the cavern's roof and hanging upside down in stasis cuffs, the Harrier jet looked hesitant to say anything. He abhorred Megatron and everything he was or stood for. He'd spent four million stellar cycles trying to destroy the insufferable glitch and if the time ever came, he would look down on his rusted, empty shell and smile, but…. He also had something to think about here.
Far be it for Starscream to admit to so much as liking even one of his clones. The all represented parts of himself he was really hating at the moment, and his life would probably be much easier with them gone. However, they were, in the All Spark piece within his head's own twisted sense of irony, also his family. The only family he'd ever had. And they were improving, slowly but surely.
Slipstream was a little bit less of a bitch than she once was. Still wouldn't tell him what part of him she came from, but he was working through it.
Ramjet had, last month, told his very first truth and Starscream had never felt so proud in his life. He actually had the event stored in his memory core, like a proud human parent.
Thundercracker had toned down on the pompous speeches around the other clones and had actually volunteered to be Skywarp's companion on the missions the youngest was sent on.
Sunstorm still hadn't managed to stop sucking up to even the Autobots. But, that had actually helped to get him and the others out of a few occasional jams, so Starscream could actually tolerate him.
And Skywarp, Starscream's figurative sparkling, had just a week ago stood up to Blitzwing when he tried to savagely bludgeon Thundercracker into oblivion. True, he'd knocked the lunatic into a nearby lake, then run off, but still!
"…Alright. I'll… serve under you again."
Sisters- Dane Cook: Slipstream, brother clones:
"Starscream! Help, help, help!"
Turning from his rather ominous looking stack of datapads, the original Starscream distractedly looked to the door, optics widening, and couldn't move back fast enough before Skywarp attached himself to the red one like a baby koala on speed. The momentum sent both of them to the floor in a heap, a loud crash sounding off as the datapads fell on top of them. Needless to say, Starscream was not happy.
"… Skywarp, you better have a good reason for barging in here and slagging me off."
The purple Seeker continued to shake and rattle and cling to Starscream so tightly his creator was sure something would pop off, but answered rather quickly, "Slipstream is trying to paint me black and green with pink wings!"
"…Why?" Starscream asked, trying his hardest not to break down laughing as that image flew into his motherboard.
"W-well, because, she found Ramjet in her room and Sunstorm walked in on her showering without her armor and Thundercracker crashed into her after hitting a tree."
"Maybe I should put it a different way. Why is she trying to paint you when the others all did something and you didn't?"
"I tripped, causing her to trip and her mouth landed on mine."
Starscream just kind of looked at Skywarp a moment, ignoring how the coward cringed at hearing the distant sound of angry footsteps down the hall, wings wrapping around him like an Earth bat. Then, the leader of the Seekers lifted himself, and the still clinging Skywarp, from the wreckage to go give Slipstream a little lecture on how to treat the weakest link when she felt frustrated.