"Admit it sis, you got the hots for Armada Starscream!" my brother teased. We'd been watching episodes of Transformers Armada on youtube all day, and I had replayed the same part in the episode Mars four times, where Starscream convinced the minicon Firebot to shoot Tidal-Wave.

"Shut your yap or I'll shut it for you, Aston!" I threatened. I was an autobot girl, but I couldn't help but feel a sort of kinship with the deceased Decepticon. I cried a lot when I first saw that episode, the one where he died.

"Ooh, I'm so scared. What're you gonna do, Kora, 'sic Starscream on my ass'?" he taunted. My blood boiled. For a sixteen-year-old he sure was immature sometimes. Without a word I left the living-room, headed upstairs to my room, opened my window and took a flying leap into the tree a few yards away, making my way to my 'bed'. There was one particular branch of the tree that was long and strong enough to lay on, so I'd deemed it my 'tree bed'.

Looking into the sky I sighed sadly. "Frag my life. Why was I forced into a world where I'm not accepted? I wish I was in the Transformers Armada universe..." those were the last words I spoke before I blanked out.

When I woke up, I could hear voices. Two of 'em. I cracked my eyes open and peeked over to where I had heard the voices, groggily rubbing the sleep from my eyes.

"...He was acting kinda weird earlier." Holy slag, it was Scavenger and Red Alert! Holy slag, holy slag, holy slag, holy slag, holy slag! It was actually them! I didn't hear any more of the conversation because there was an ominous crack from the branch I was perched on, and it snapped a split-second later, followed by my deafening scream of terror.

It didn't last long, the conscious part anyways, because soon after I was knocked unconscius by a tree branch that I hit my head on.

(Flashback/Dream)

'I.. I tried...to protect..the minicon's.. for you.. Optimus sir..' Smokescreen said on our overlarge tv. I felt myself growing sad as I watched him die, and Optimus's agonized cry of 'No!' rang through my ears, full of pain, anger, and sorrow.

(Scene change)

The minicon was trembling as Tidal-wave moved closer too him.

"Fire!" I found myself yelling with Starscream, persuading the minicon.

"I said fire! We Autobots will protect you! The Decepticons will use you as a tool for war! Trust me!" As it was quieter I whispered 'He said 'we Autobots'! He meshed himself in with them!' The flashback version of me was grinning insanely, and it was contagious.

"Don't become a Decepticon! Save yourself!" Both mine and Starscream's tones were growing desperate. See how into it I can get?

"Shoot him down! Fire! FIRE!"

"Damnit Firebot shoot Tidal-Wave so Starscream and Jetfire can rescue you!"

(Scene change)

'Well Starscream? What is your decision?' Thrust asked on the TV. I snarled.

"I'll tell you what I've decided you slimeball! I choose to shove you off a slagging cliff and break your fragging wings off! Don't do it Starscream! It's a trick!" I started crying as he left the autobots with the Skyboom shield.

(Scene change)

'No Starscream, don't!'

'It's time to finish this once and for all! Activate Proton Cannons!'

"No! It doesn't have to be like that!" I screamed

'YOU'RE ALL MINE UNICRON!' Starscream roared as he shot his cannons. I couldn't stop his agonized cry of pain from echoing through my brain.

"Starscream why? Argh! This is all that bot-fragger Thrust's fault!" I screamed into the air. "If Starscream had stayed with the autobots the whole time he'd be alive! He died because that slag-sucking traitor Thrust double-crossed everybody to that overgrown slagger Unicron! That bot-fraggin' son-of-a-Cessna killed Starscream!"

I swear as I ranted I heard a chuckling voice. Not in memory, but actually IN my head. It didn't sound threatening, just familiar. I saw my flashback self sobbing her eyes out over Starscream, and I was crying as well.

(Scene change)

'Just one more time, Aston! Please?' 'I' begged as I replayed the scene from 'Mars' for the fourth time. That escalated into an argument I didn't pay attention to, but it ended with 'Admit it, sis. You got the hots for Armada Starscream.'

I growled at that, yelling "So fragging what if I like the Armada version of Starscream that way?" and then started mentally cursing him with countless torturous methods of death, even though I didn't mean it, when I was forcefully taken from my sleep.

A/N: So yeah, first chapter. Opinions? No flames whatsoever.