Crack, crack, oh wonderful crack, brought about by a very, very silly incident involving MUSH characters and much high grade. The resulting discussion gave birth to this thing. Co-authored by ProtectobotsFTW and Katea-Nui helping in bits, this is the silliest kind of fun. This is humor and parody, folks. So don't take us too seriously.

Pairing: Fireflight/Starscream, possibly others in places.

Rating: M. (Though, this probably isn't siutable for ANYONE.)

Warnings: MPREG. Dubious consent due to drunksex. Interfacing. Cursing. Threats of extreme violence.

Disclaimer: We don't own 'em, we just play with 'em every now and then.

Ratchet eyed the Aerialbot in front of him critically. He sighed. How the frag does one handle this?

Fireflight looked unrepentant and somewhat confused; he really had no idea why he'd been purging his morning ration for the past few mornings, but frag if he hadn't felt like slag warmed over twice. So he'd been made, by Silverbolt, to go to see Ratchet, something he didn't like on the best of days. Silverbolt was here with him, staring at the walls of medbay, while Ratchet looked like he wanted to hit something for some reason.

He finally spoke, shrugging. Beating around the bush would get him nowhere. "Fireflight, you're sparked up."

"I'm what?" Fireflight squeaked. "I can't be sparked up! I'm careful and besides, you said we couldn't spark each other, we're too similar to be compatible!" He looked at Silverbolt, standing dumbfounded by the wall. "Didn't he say that, Bolt?"

"He's what?" Silverbolt's optics faded somewhat, and he eyed Ratchet as if he'd gone insane. "We can't spark each other, Flight, and just who else have you been with anyway.." Silverbolt trailed off, apparently trying to number Fireflight's probable bed partners.

"Sparked up." Ratchet said flatly. "In the human vernacular, knocked up higher than a kite, preggo, bun in the oven, all that slag. Look here, on the monitor." Two little bitty sparks floated around Fireflight's in a lazy spin. "He's been fragging SOMEBODY, somebody who did a damned good job, it appears." Ratchet looked fairly annoyed at this development.

"But-" Fireflight blinked a few times. "Are those baby sparks?" He felt his own spark surge, an immediate emotional response of awed love- and instant affection- rising up in him- and promptly swamping the gestalt bond. Silverbolt gave him a Look. "They're so tiny!"

"They're not going to stay tiny," Ratchet said.

Silverbolt felt several feelings well up within him, one of which was affection. The next most prevalent one was a desire to strangle Fireflight. The next... "Fireflight. You WILL tell me who you have..." He bit his lip, embarrassed. "Who you have i-interfaced with in the past.." He trailed off, not quite sure how long it took.

"Decacycle." Ratchet supplied, grouchily. "Now I have to gather the fragging sparklet supplies, build frames, all that slag...Fireflight, could you not just use a fragging reproductive block? Really? Would it be so fragging hard?"

Fireflight's lower lip wobbled. "Boooolt, you know everyone I frag, you were there for half of them. And I always use the blocker. Well, except after that party- the one where the twins had that purple high grade? But taht was the once!"

"You drank the purple high grade." Silverbolt slapped his hand over his eyes and shook his head. "Isn't that also the one where you got mad and left?"

Ratchet was still grumbling. "Cybertronium and carrier-grade supplements and...can you at least tell me who was at that party so we can narrow it down? Coder's identity can affect they type of spark you're carrying, especially because it's almost guaranteed to be a grounder/flyer hybrid. Unless you fragged Powerglide." Ratchet laughed at that.

"Slingshot was being an aft." Fireflight kicked one foot idly, staring at the monitor. "So I left, cuz I didn't want to listen to him and Powerglide is an aft and I wouldn't frag him if we were stuck on a desert island together forever which we wouldn't be because we can both fly."

Silverbolt tried very very hard to keep his patience. "Where did you go, Fireflight?" He couldn't act on the images in his head; strangling a jetformer does no good, and he couldn't beat the slag out of him because A. he didn't really want to and B. it might hurt the...oh PRIMUS...sparklings. "You were mad, you were overcharged. Where did you go, and who did you meet up with?"

Fireflight looked down at his feet, then over at the monitor, and squeaked something unintelligable that sounded vaguely like "Portland."

Silverbolt began pacing through medbay. Getting Fireflight to talk was almost impossible... "Portland. Okay. That narrows it down." He couldn't keep the sarcasm out of his voice. "You had to meet up with some other mech to get yourself...the way you are."

"Uh uh." Fireflight said, not looking up. "Does it really matter?" He turned to ask Ratchet. "They, um... I thought all sparklings from flyer sparks were flyers?"

Silverbolt's optics narrowed. "FireFLIGHT..." he said warningly. Ratchet interrupted. "Certain subtypes are dominant. I taught you all this in basic biology, were you not listening?" Silverbolt just stared at his brother, and moved closer to him.

"Tell me who you interfaced with."

Fireflight kicked his feet again. "Promise you won't be mad at me? And you'll stop being mad at me for getting sparked? It was an accident, Bolt, I swear!"

Silverbolt sighed very loudly. "I am not going to promise that, Flight, but I can try. I am disappointed in you, but I blame whoever took advantage of you while you were overcharged even more. Tell me."

Ratchet added, "I am going to have the afts of those slagging Twins mounted on the walls of my office for giving high grade, likely bootleg high grade, to a youngling."

"Then I'm not telling you." Fireflight glared at Silverbolt. "And he didn't- I liked- um." Fireflight closed his mouth with a snap and crossed his arms before looking at Ratchet and continuing. "And we're not younglings, Ratchet. We fight, we do patrols just like everyone else."

Ratchet glared. "You're doing your twins there a disservice by not letting me, your doctor, know who their coder is. I can't prepare a proper frame, and it's easier for you to be honest than me have to find out through testing. The test is dangerous and could cause damage, even loss, of your sparklings. So out with it." He glared at Silverbolt as if to say, "Way to go, dumbaft."

Silverbolt felt like kicking the wall and he tried again. "Fine. Flight, I won't be mad at you. I'm not promising about him. Who is it? Who could possibly be so bad as to make you act like this? It's not like you were fragging Megatron." Silverbolt was obviously disgusted and frustrated, to be talking like that.

"Fine, I'll tell you." Fireflight said, looking at the monitor again.

Ratchet grumbled something under his breath. Silverbolt counted to ten. Twice.

"Fireflight, please. I need to know."

Fireflight looked down at the ground again. "You really promise not to be mad?"

"Yes, I really promise already!" Silverbolt said acerbically.

Fireflight's voice was very, very soft, and he mantled his wings with embarassment. "There's this little airport outside Portland, and they have all these neat old planes and they don't mind if I come hang out and I ran into him there, and I was upset and kinda overcharged and it just happened."

"Airport. Neat old planes. Surely you weren't fragging a squishie's personal jet?" Ratchet was torn between laughing and wanting to just Gibbs-slap Fireflight. "Okay, out with it."

Silverbolt just waited, arms crossed. This seemed to be going someplace he really was starting to Not Approve Of.

Fireflight's voice was soft and high pitched with embarassment- and a hint of defiance. "Starscream. I fragged Starscream. Just the once."

"YOU DID WHAT?" The phrase was in two voices, simultaneous. Silverbolt froze solid, the words echoing in his processor...which started to screech to a halt.

"Fragged Starscream. And he fragged me. Twice. But just that one time, I mean." Cybertronian faceplates didn't change color with embarassment, but the surface temperature rose, highly visible to anyone's IR sensors. "Maybe it wasn't then?"

"You. Fragged Starscream. And he fragged you. Twice." Ratchet was actually laughing at this. Silverbolt looked absolutely horrified, the fact apparently not having sunk in quite yet. He kept moving his lips, but nothing came out.

"Looks like he nailed you good, Flight. I mean, twins. But you are NOT supposed to be fragging the fragging SIC of the fragging Decepticon Army!" he said, resisting the urge to shake the jet.

"I am going to take him apart. And when he's in a million pieces, I will weld them into a lump of slag and throw them into the ocean, next to the slagging Nemesis, so his fragged-up faction can look upon what happens when you frag with my brothers." a suddenly calm voice said, as Silverbolt stalked out of medbay for parts unknown.

"And that's why I didn't tell- Bolt!" Fireflight slid off the berth and started to follow Bolt, intent on preventing his brother from getting himself slagged, because really, five years and it was still rare that they managed to ground any of the elite seekers, and that was usually as Superion, not in straight one-on-one fights.

"Oh no you don't!" Ratchet grabbed him by the wingtip. "I have more scans to do."

Silverbolt's expression was more than enough to keep everyone out of his way as he headed to the main comm, one thought in his mind. He was going to kill Starscream. He was going to more than kill Starscream; he was going to obliterate all vestiges of the Seeker from this planet. The voices over the gestalt link were curious, concerned even- but Silverbolt ignored them, clamping down on his end of the bond so as to not give them more information than they needed. When he arrived, everyone looked at him oddly, but he stared Wheeljack, who was manning the comm, down- "Get me the Nemesis. NOW."

Ratchet pinched Flight's wing until he stayed there. "If a Seeker coded your twins, then they're going to be Seeker winglets. Seeker coding overrides almost anything else, you know."

Fireflight settled back on the berth reluctantly. "Is that good or bad? So they'll be flyers? Not that there's anything wrong with being a grounder-" he added at Ratchet's look. "But just... I can't imagine not flying." He shrugged. Ratchet scowled at him, hooking up another piece of diagnostic equipment. "You have to build frames for them?"

"Silverbolt, what are you doing?" Wheeljack asked, although his hands already moved over the control panel as he punched in the codes to hail the Nemesis.

When the connection went through, connecting to a very confused Skywarp, Silverbolt glared lasers at the image of the object of his ire's trinemate. "Get your fragging, slagging, no-good trineleader up ON this comm, immediately. Or I will come down there to get him." He turned to Wheeljack. 'Personal matter."

Wheeljack just paused and stared. He had NEVER seen Silverbolt this angry.

"I have to build frames for them." Ratchet confirmed. "Suitable ones, and with appropriate specs. Which is why I needed their coder's type, at least. Seeker's not just a frametype, you know. It's spark programming as well. You have a little of that, but not completely." Ratchet began digging out some old, dusty datapads. "Read this. It's about sparkling care. You need to consume more energon as well, and take these supplements." A large bottle of some vile-looking liquid was added to the datapad.

"More energon?" Fireflight asked, making a face and hanging his wings. Purging his morning energon rations was how he'd ended up in the medbay in the first place.

"More. Or I'll siphon it directly into your tank, see if I don't." Ratchet said with a little growl of his engine and a smirk on his faceplates. Fireflight ducked his head and wished Bolt hadn't left.

"Silverbolt." It hadn't been quick, but it also hadn't taken the Decepticon Air Commander that long to come to the comm once Skywarp actually bothered to comm him with the encrypted databurst that Silverbolt sent him. The seeker's handsome faceplates were set into their usual smirk, and he posed languidly in front of the camera. "To what do I owe this...'pleasure'?"

Silverbolt's intakes were harsh. "You and I need to...talk. In person. Alone." His optics flashed azure fire, and his expression was absolutely furious. Silverbolt didn't want the entire crew to know of Fireflight's...condition, so he didn't come right out with it on open comm, because he knew that Wheeljack was watching, and Jazz was just over there, tinkering with what looked like his sound system. Right next to him was Sideswipe. And if Sideswipe knew anything, the entire fragging Ark knew it.

Ratchet was not prepared to take no for an answer, and indeed went to the dispenser and retrieved a cube right then and there. He produced a small vial of crystals and dropped one in, where it immediately dissolved, and added two drops of the evil-looking stuff. He handed Flight the vial. "Those'll keep you from the purge. No more than two per day. The other stuff is the supplement. Now drink it."

Fireflight looked around for an escape route. None appeared. "But Ratchet-" Even the smell of the energon was making him faintly nauseous, even though his fuel gauge was pinging him insistently.

"But nothing." Ratchet said, tapping one toe idly on the floor. Fireflight sighed internally and lifted the cube, taking a tentative sip. His tank roiled, but the energon stayed down.

"The entire cube." Ratchet said.

"And just why would I want to meet with you, Autoaft? What could you possibly have to say that I would be interested in?" Starscream said, crossing his arms and glaring at the camera. "Go suck exhaust. Or practice maneuvers, Primus knows your wing could use it. Either way, I'm not wasting my time."

"YOU SPARKED MY BROTHER, DUMBAFT!" Silverbolt never quite realized how loud his voice could be, and this time, it quite possibly could have been heard in the Decepticon base WITHOUT benefit of comm signal.

Everything else on the command deck came to an abrupt, screeching halt. Jazz's sound system died with a weak 'thunk'. Sideswipe just stared at Silverbolt. And Wheeljack just smiled, slowly. "One of you Aerials' are gonna have a sparklet?" The inventor looked happy, of all things. Silverbolt facepalmed heavily.

Starscream, it should be noted, was capable of looking just as dumbfounded as Ratchet at this revalation, and his answering shriek was just as loud. "I did WHAT?"

Silverbolt took a deep breath, talking more or less through clenched denta. "You. Fireflight. Hillsborogh Airport. About a decacycle ago?"

Jazz's hands went still over his sound system and with a glance at Sideswipe, he stood up, edging towards the door and trying not to attact any attention, Sideswipe following in his wake.

"Fragged my brother. Fireflight. Who is in medbay because he's carrying twin sparklets. And he named you as the coder." Silverbolt crossed his arms over his chest, and of looks could kill, Starscream would be deactivated and grey.

Over the comm, from somewhere behind Starscream, an excited 'whoop!" noise could be heard. "Screamer, you're gonna be a coder! isn't that cuuuuute!"

There was a thump from the other end of the comm, and a muffled 'ouch!' Starscream shifted. "I did no such thing. That's impossible."

Silverbolt glared. "Are you calling my brother- my pregnant brother- a liar?"

"Seekerlets, Screamer! They might be Seekerlets!" Came the muffled voice from behind Starscream, and another, louder, clank.

"Owww! Fragger!" The other voice became silent.

Starscream smirked and said casually, "From everything I've heard, Fireflight probably wouldn't know who sparked him, he's been with almost everybot in the faction..."

Silverbolt just stared. "Are you...did you just...Fireflight's not..."

Starscream nodded. "I did. My words to you are fragging prove it." His wings flicked high up on his back.

Silverbolt fumed. Somehow this had never entered his calculations. "Prove it how?"

"Fireflight is sparked?" Wheeljack asked behind him.

"Tests, a crystal ball, I don't care. But I'm not claiming your gestaltmate's brats." Starscream's arrogant glare cut through the screen.

"But...how could you?" Silverbolt felt angry, sure, but he couldn't contemplate someone so cold-sparked as to-to...

"You fragging spawn of Unicron, that's my brother!"

Starscream smirked. "And, I can assure you- those are not my bitlets. Maybe if you kept better track of where your shareware had been you wouldn't be in this dilemma. Nemesis out." Starscream reached out and cut the connection on the screen.

Fireflight had been released from medbay with a stern warning to go and rest until his tank settled back down and to read those datapads as soon as possible, and was making his way back to the Aerialbots' hanger when Air Raid nearly ran him down.

"Flight, what the slag is going on? You're putting mushy stuff in the bond, and Silverbolt is MAD!"

Fireflight saw his brother, and something inside him bent. "Raid, I'm gonna have sparklings! Two of 'em! And Bolt's mad cuz I got sparked up, and probably because of...other things." He wasn't sure he was up to admitting what-or rather, who, he'd done right now.

Silverbolt looked for something to throw at the screen, but the closest thing was Wheeljack, and one didn't throw one's effective creator at the vidscreen when one was angry. He stalked out of the command area, toward the hangar. He didn't know what he was going to do. This was unreal.

Wheeljack shook his head. His jetlings, all grown up.

By the time Silverbolt got back to the hangar, Fireflight had made himself comfortable on the battered, scaled up sofa that the Aerialbots had liberated from the rec room and installed in front of their own vidscreen and was sprawled half in Air Raid's lap as they read through a datapad together.

"What were you THINKING?" He asked Fireflight again.

Fireflight's face fell, and his optics got shinier. "Bolt, you promised you wouldn't be mad."

Silverbolt sat down on the floor next to the couch; he'd never found it particularly comfortable, anyway- and just sighed deeply. "Flight, I'm...not exactly mad at you. I'm mad at the situation. I'm REALLY mad because the- the mech-" and he spat that as if it were something horrible- "- the mech you said sparked you is denying responsibility."

"That I said sparked me?" Fireflight glared. "Bolt, I'm not lying. Besides, what does it matter? They're my sparklets, and we'll love them and it'll all be fine."

Silverbolt glares. "I didn't say you lied. I don't exactly want to advertise who you were messing around with, if you get my meaning."

Meanwhile, back on the Nemesis...

"You're gonna have sparklings with that little Aerialbot?" Skywarp crowed. "Can't you keep it in your plating, Screamer?"

"Shut up, Skywarp. I mean it," Starscream was fragged off, really fragged off. He really wasn't sure if it was him, after all, Fireflight had basically thrown himself at Starscream. Who's to say he didn't do that to everybot every time he got overcharged?

Winglets, though...been a long time since he'd seen little Seekers learning to fly...

He shook his head, irritated. "Not a word. Any of you." He glared at everyone on the Nemesis command deck. "If I find out that any of you said as mich as a single word about this, I will personally make sure you regret it." He stalked off the bridge.

In quarters...

"What if they are yours?" Starscream's optics snapped to Thundercracker who was leaning against the wall, arms crossed over his cockpit. He gave his trinemate a heated glare. Thundercracker merely stared at him levely. "I'm being serious."

"They're not." Starscream said confidently. "You think I, Starscream, fragged that stupid piece of shareware Autobot?"

Fireflight glared back. "I don't care. They're my bitlets, no matter who their coder is."

What might have turned into a n impending argument was interrupted by a chime from the comm console. "Silverbolt? I believe we need to talk." Prowl's calm voice said.

Silverbolt heard Prowl's voice on the comm and cursed inwardly. "On my way." He glared at Fireflight. "Stay here. And...and rest, okay?" He was worried about Fireflight, for many different reasons. It was Silverbolt's job to worry about his teammates; he was their commander. And Prowl was undoubtedly going to want details about this, details Silverbolt didn't really want to go into. He headed toward Prowl's offices anyway, because to not answer is Death and Insubordination.

"Yes. I think you did." Thundercracker said calmly, staring at his trineleader. "And if you did, and those are your sparklets, you're a worse fragger than anybody thinks if you just abandon that jet to have them."

Starscream snorted. "Even if I did, what am I supposed to do about it? Bring him here? He's an AUTOBOT. And a ship underwater is no place to raise seekerlings. If I did have any sparklings, they'd be raised properly, in Vos- and that won't happen until *I* rule the Decepticons!"

Skywarp, who up to this point had been remaining quiet and sulking, piped up. "Would be nice to have Winglets around..." He muttered sullenly. "And c'mon TC, it could have been worse. It could have been a grounder!"

"You two are fragging INSANE. I did not spark up Fireflight, we are not raising winglets in this Pit of an underwater tin can, and...ARGH!" Starscream hit the wall, hard.

Silverbolt took several moments to calm himself before pinging Prowl's office door, which was never open, not like some others'. "Sir? I'm here as requested." He mentally ran through the facts, and knew that Prowl was probably going to want some kind of punishment for fraternizing with the enemy...but didn't people occasionally do things they regretted while overcharged?

Then again, this was Prowl. Prowl had likely never been overcharged a day in his function.

Fireflight was doomed, Silverbolt was sure of it.

"Thank you for your prompt response." Prowl said. "I need to discuss the latest set of patrol schedules you sent me."

Silverbolt boggled, and then facepalmed. He'd sent the schedules last night. They'd need revising, he was sure. Would Fireflight have to be pulled from active duty? He had no idea. "Er, yes sir, about those- I need to make some further changes."

Prowl tilted his head just slightly. "What changes might those be? Deviation from schedules requires explanation."

Air Raid was reading through the datapad with Fireflight when Slingshot came into the hangar, a sour frown on his face. "What are you two looking at?" he said, scowling. He leaned over Flight's shoulder to have a look, and before Air Raid could turn the padd over, he got a good look. "Sparkling development? Why in the frag would you be reading about some stupid slag like that?"

Fireflight looked both guilty and happy. "I'm having twins?" he said.

Slingshot's face froze, the harrier turning to look at his brother... "Please tell me that was a joke."

Fireflight beamed up at him. "Nope! We're gonna have bitlets!"

Slingshot stared. "How hard did you run into the mountain this time?"

Fireflight rolled his optics. "I didn't. Ask Bolt. Or Ratchet. Little baby jets! Eeee! They'll be so cute!"

Silverbolt hemmed and hawed. "I'm not sure, exactly. Um. Fireflight hasn't been feeling well, so he went to see Ratchet this morning. I um, just came from there, actually."

Prowl nodded. "So his patrol schedules will need to be revised for the next...how long? An orn, possibly two? What did Ratchet say about his prognosis?" Prowl made a few notes on his datapad, rearranging things to optimal performance.

"Baby jets. You have got to be slagging kidding me, Flight." Slingshot looked like he wanted to deck his brother and perhaps knock him back into reality.

"Noooope! Two little sparks, two little winglets! Ratchet said they'll be fliers, the Seeker coding..." Fireflight closed his mouth with a snap. He said too much.

"Seeker coding...?" Slingshot said flatly, visor flashing. "What Seeker coding?"

Air Raid whistled. "Don't tell me you were plugged by a Seeker?

Fireflight smiled nervously. "I won't?"

"Um, I'm not sure. I need to talk to Ratchet before I can revise the schedule." Silverbolt temporized.

"Well, let's see if he's available right now." Prowl punched the button on the comm. "I need these schedules so that I can coordinate them with our ground patrols. If I need to accommodate Fireflight being out for more than a cycle or two, we'll need to re-route them to accommodate Blades and Powerglide flying the nearer sections. Ah, There we are." There was a click as the comm connected.

"What do you want? I'm busy down here!" Ratchet's voice said crankily. "Do you have ANY idea how difficult it's going to be to source enough two frames-worth of Cybertronium?"

Prowl stopped. His optics cycled a few times, and he asked Ratchet with just a slight hesitation, "Why do you need two frames' worth of Cybertronium, Ratchet?" Prowl ran the possibilities through his mind, and only a single logical conclusion came up. "I was...unaware that anyone's reproductive protocols were active. Is there another purpose for this that I am perhaps not aware of?"

Ratchet growled through the comm. "No, Prowl, there isn't. There are indeed mechs on the Ark whose reproductive protocols are active, because we didn't have the original base code installed when Wheeljack and I put 'em together, and apparently their sparks didn't come with it, either. The Aerialbots. And the Protectobots, too, for that matter, but this isn't about them. Confidentiality states that I can't tell you which, but as you can see, I'm working on sparkling frames. And I am busy." With that, Ratchet cuts the connection.

Prowl, for his part, was running calculations through his processor; the variables added up into one solution..plus, he's no fool. "Fireflight will have to be taken off of the duty roster for the time being. That is, if my calculations are accurate, and it is he who is...expecting."

Silverbolt only nods, not really sure how to explain the rest of it. He knows he should tell, should let Prowl know how Flight got that way, rather than let him find out some other way. If he didn't way something, somebody else would. And then Flight would be in MORE trouble. "Sir...that's not all of it. It's the coder of Flight's bitlets."

"What about him?" Prowl asked.

"I...it's...Fireflight got sparked by Starscream."

Silverbolt had always expected, somehow, that Prowl's legendary ability to be glitched by illogical information was a hoax. After all, it would be a significant weakness for a military commander, and honestly, the only people he knew who claimed to have seen it were Lamborghinis.

As it turned out, their description was highly accurate.

"WHEN did you get plugged by a seeker?" Slingshot asked. "And why?"

Fireflight kicked his feet out on the couch and mumbled, "If you hadn't been such an aft I'd never have went to the ariport and..and Starscream was there, and he was being nice to me after YOU WERE SUCH AN AFT, and..." Fireflight looked miserable, and Air Raid gave him a hug, glaring at Slingshot. Then what Flight said hit his processor. "You fragged STARSCREAM?"

"Oh for the love of Primus!" Fireflight yelled at the top of his voice. "Yes, I fragged Starscream. And he fragged me. Twice. D'you need to know positions too?" He stood up, pulling out of Air Raid's grasp, only to see Skydive standing at the door to the hangar, a very shocked expression on his face.

"Sir?" Silverbolt waved his hand in front of Prowl's face. Nothing. "Sir, are you..." Still nothing. He thumbed the comm, automatically calling the last person. Ratchet's voice came screeching over the speakers. "It had better be important, or so help me..."

"Um. Ratchet, Prowl just...blanked."

A banging noise came over the comm. After a moment, Ratchet's voice. I'm sending First Aid to unglitch him." Another, different clank, probably a thrown tool. "Are you done making more ridiculous work for me yet, or can I expect Slingshot to show up with his wings welded to his aft or something shortly?"

"Um. Yes. I-I mean, no, no he won't. Thank you, Ratchet." Silverbolt cut the comm and waited for First Aid to arrive. This was getting worse and worse.

"Well, Screamer?" Thundercracker just stared, in that way he had. "Are you at least willing to consider the possibility that you stuck it where you shouldn't have?" TC usually wasn't so crude, not like Skywarp, but he figured it might get Starscream's attention in a way that nothing else would. Seekers didn't leave their sparklings. Ever.

"Shut the frag up. I am trying to think here." Starscream spat nastily.

"Shoulda done that before you did that Aerial, Screamer." Skywarp said as he entered the room, having heard the conversation.

"I said shut up." Starscream glared.

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