Title: go team [act 1/3]
Fandom: Transformers Prime
Summary: Mirroverse/Shattered Glass AU. Captured by Arcee, Starscream and Shockwave will have to work together.
Disclaimer: I own nothing related to Transformers Prime.
act 1
Arcee was somewhat annoyed. Even when forced to kneel down, Shockwave was almost level with her full height. She smothered her irritation with a smirk.
"How logical was it, I wonder, to be caught sneaking around by yourself?"
The Con scientist kept up the silent treatment.
"You're in luck though, One Eye—got an encrypted signal from the Cons." Arcee crossed her arms, tilting her head. "You're gonna decode it for me."
Tilting his own head back, Shockwave broke his silence. "It is unlikely you would let me live after fulfilling that request, so where is the logic in abiding by your will?"
Arcee's smirk widened. She gestured to a spot behind Shockwave.
"Do you really think I would logically try this with you unless I had insurance?"
Shockwave stared at the scrawny winged figure thrown down beside him.
"If someone says any version of 'logic' one more time, kindly put me out of my misery," Starscream snarled.
"Oh trust me, Screamer," Arcee said, firing up her blaster and leveling it toward his head, "that's a very real possibility unless Shockwave here starts cooperating."
Shockwave's voice was deadpan. "You miscalculated. I have no incentive in the well-being of your hostage."
"What a team player," Starscream's response was just as deadpan.
Arcee rather thought Shockwave gave himself away when she backhanded Starscream with her unsheathed arm blade: he'd turned and stared, and it rather seemed as if his hand flexed, as if wishing to wrap itself around her throat.
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The door slid open and shut too quickly for Shockwave to efficiently respond, and no guard entered, Starscream just tossed inside and landing in a coughing heap.
Stalking over, Shockwave knelt at the seeker's side, stiffly moving his hand around in circles on Starscream's back, in between his slightly scratched wings.
"I didn't give them anything relevant," Starscream panted, wiping a hand across his bloodied mouth.
"Understood," Shockwave quietly said, then helped the seeker stand up.
Running a claw over the gash on his cheek, Starscream sighed, then pushed off the larger Decepticon. "I'm fine...thank you, Shockwave."
His only response: "What are you doing here, Starscream?"
The seeker stretched his arms while taking a look around their cell. "Trying to identify some suspicious activity that Soundwave's intelligence reports picked up."
"Is Soundwave stretched that thin he could not come himself or send any of his symbiotes?"
"Indeed he is." Done stretching, Starscream glanced back over his shoulder to Shockwave. "What about you?"
"Stolen technology. Tracking the culprit down."
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Arcee resisted the urge to fidget under Optimus Prime's gaze. At least he was on a screen transmitting some distance aways.
"Take them to Ratchet, you're already scheduled to make contact with him-"
"Sir, there's no need, I can handle this myself-"
Though his optics were calm, they seemed to grow marginally colder, enough to make Arcee stop and remind her that she had cut the Prime off.
"Ratchet will have his experiment again, and the chance to test the new procedure. Are we clear, Commander?"
"Of course, my Prime."
The live feed clicked off, the screen blank once more.
A/N: Imagine a particularly long commerical break here. Thanks for reading, feedback always appreciated, and I hope you enjoyed! Act 2 will be up later.