A little thing I just thought of and thought, 'well that's differant'. Slightly AU but that may not be apparent at the beginning but it will be. And I learned something else about myself, I suck at summaries... Oh, and I asked The Starscream if I could borrow (steal) one of her OCs because he is cool. He will appear later on so I won't name him yet.

Summery: Seekers. Not much was known about them and yet Megatron sought them out and integrated them into his army. Weak. He could control them but appearances may be deceiving and Starscream silently waits behind a curtain of false cowardice along with his loyal mate for the right time to strike.

Warnings: Slash, Rape, Torture, Violence, Death, M-Preg.

Word Count: 541

He knew Megatron would be a challenge to take down. He knew well before he even started his plan, before he had all of his pieces. Megatron, though not favoured by all, had he loyal lapdogs that would hurriedly arrive at his side, tails wagging, at his beck and call. It was sickening really, that they were foolish enough to think him Lord. He himself, however, had a few more cards, cards that were in the open and in the dark. Megatron knew nothing of their hidden abilities, knew nothing of their motives though he forced himself to think he did.

The fool.

He would fall. His plan was coming together, slowly, but it was starting to bear fruit. Yes, the crashing on the primitive back-water planet had not been part of it but it had helped. His most loyal companion had often pointed out how many of the mechs that had been loyal to Megatron were now doubting their allegiance. He would win, he would be victorious, but he was not deluded by a victory not yet achieved. He waited patiently, waited and watched, moving his pieces with an almost flippant ease. His mate, he had even more patience, playing his part without a word of protest. Yes, it hurt him, it hurt both of them and Megatron would pay dearly for touching that which was not his.

But they had to wait.

There had been a few... mistakes made. By both himself and his mate. Both on a personal level and for the general plan, but they overcame them, even the emotional distress that hung afterwards. His mate especially, and it had fuelled a deep, deep hatred for Megatron whom had laws passed on bonding and procreation. They could not afford to be found out...Other mistakes weren't so personal and were easily brushed aside and forgotten.

He watched silently now, as Megatron slumped in his throne, chin resting in his palm as his optics lazily swept over the room. His armour clean and fresh, the only one in the control room to be injury free to the expense of a 'con's life. A mech, Wiresnap, at the bottom of the ranking chain had died because he had not received medical treatment in time. Megatron had demanded that he get the various dents and scratches removed, his life had not been threatened by such minor inconveniences. It was the final straw, his respect, or lack of, of his men. They were mere cannon fodder, living shields, worthless.

He looked over at his battered mate, punished again for a failed raid. His gaze was returned briefly and ruby optics flashed from a dark face. A smirk soon followed before he looked away. He smirked too, Megatron always underestimated him.

Starscream, the Lord of the Skies, was not what he appeared to be. Soundwave couldn't help but smirk at Megatron's ignorance, all he had to do was a little research to realise that he had one of the most powerful creatures in existence... and that creature's loyalty never lay with him from the beginning.

But Megatron was a fool and so remained ignorant.

Eh, yeah. That was really weird...but yeah, anyway, Feedback?