The seeker's optics shot open.
Am I one with the allspark?
Starscream took a second glance at his surroundings.
No! I have been here before.
He rubbed his helm trying desperately to remember the events leading up to his presence in this chamber.
I had taken a beating from those three predacons! Curse them to Cybertron Hell!
Starscream finally realized where he was. It was one of his old recharging chambers that he shared with Megatron just before the war started. He sat up from what he now knew was his old berth.
I must have blacked out, but who-The seekers thoughts were cut off by a familiar voice.
"I see you are done recharging."
"M-M-Master?" The seeker fell back on his berth in shock.
Megatron stood over Starscream's berth, blocking the little source of lighting behind him. "Do not refer to me as your master." The bigger mech said in a firm tone.
Wait…What?
"Like I said before, the decepticons are no more," Megatron growled.
"Yes of course Megatron um… did you-," but before the seeker could was able to finish his question was answered.
"This is the start of a new age, even if you do deserve to perish; there is no need for your spark to be extinguished so soon, besides we need as much as help as we can get to restore Cybertron to its original glory."
"Thank you so much master, I-" The taller mech gave a glare at the much smaller mech.
"Apologizes Megatron, it's just been so long since you weren't recognized as the leader of the decepticons," The seeker stated.
"Just refer to me as you would before the war."
"You mean uh… my… sparkmate?"
Please Primus say-
Megatron gave a small nod. It was clear that was what Megatron wanted, but not wanting to be left in an awkward situation the seeker smiled and changed the subject.
"How is this chamber still standing?"
"You were out for megacycles."
"W-W-What?" The seeker froze.
Megatron chuckled and replied, "You're too gullible."
Starscream sighed and tried to fake a laugh.
"The vehicons repaired it while working with Prime's team."
"Are you and prime a team again?" The small flyer had almost no idea what happened while he was out, he had not expected the war to end the way it had.
"Prime is dead," no emotion was found in the mech's voice as he gave Starscream the news. The seeker's optics widened at the statement as Megatron turned around.
"Now, Cybertron will be able to hold life once again."
The seeker was at a loss for words.
"It's a new beginning for our planet, we must focus on rebuilding," Megatron broke the awkward silence.
"My lieg- I mean, Megatron, do you suppose I get to work on directing the recreation of some of the city?" The flyer knew he would have to help with getting his planet back to his former glory, but there was no way he was doing any heavy physical work.
Starscream began to get off the berth as Megatron turned around to face him. The bigger mech pushed the seeker back on his berth harder than he intended.
"Have you even looked at yourself?" The mech raised his voice with a slight growl.
Starscream was slightly embarrassed. When he awoke he only examined the chamber but didn't even check the condition he was in. Starscream looked down at his chest. His optics met a huge scratch along the plating. Along his legs were smaller scratches which mostly were on his upper thighs. The most disturbing to the seeker was the state of his grille plate. His canopy was smashed and some sensitive wiring was exposed.
Why doesn't it hurt? It just feels tingly. Isn't that from being unconscious or did he-
"I numbed you," Megatron said with indifference once again.
Surprise came over Starscream once again, he knew this mech, the bot before him was not the former leader of the decepticons, but the gladiator Megatronus.
"I must go do some heavy lifting if we are to get Cybertron back in order. The sooner you get well the sooner you can get off your lazy aft."
Yes this definitely the bot I knew before.
The seeker nodded still shocked and embarrassed.
Megatron placed his servos on the edge of the berth and leaned in toward the seeker. Starscream's faceplates heated up when he felt mouthplates around his neck cables. Megatron felt the heat of his sparkmate as his glossa felt the sensitive wiring. His dentalplates began to nip as the seeker's fans came on. Once the bigger mech heard the fans he suddenly stopped giving affection and attention to his mate. The mech got off the berth and left the room without another word.