Hello again, sorry that I dropped the other one, I know I said I wouldn't but I got sick then other things started to pop up and I lost my muse for that one. I'm practically stuck at home so I have a lot of free time on my hands, especially where it's starting to get cold, so hopefully I'll be able to write more, with more detail, and longer chapters, let's hope so!

Beginning Oc's are mostly names and there for background, if anyone has an oc by the name used just know I am not using yours.

Transformers ain't mine, wish it was, but it isn't.

I'm hoping that I don't ramble on too much in this chapter…I probably will, I tend to ramble a lot even when I'm writing, like I'm doing now, so story time!

XOXOXO

"Where is he!?" The loud voice echoed in the large hall, making all who occupied it wince. The one yelling was a seeker, as were all who were around him, and he was obviously furious. His wings were held high and flared, making him appear bigger than he was, even if he already towered over most other seekers.

"I-I don't know s-sir! He just disappeared! O-one minute he was doing his studies and the next he was gone!" The seeker quivered under the harsh glare. The large mech let out a frustrated huff as he started to pace.

"No one knows of him except for the guards and servants, and none of them hate him…" The mech spoke to himself as he paced, his servo reaching up to rub at his armored chin. His wings flicked constantly as he thought, and his brows furrowed the more he thought. He suddenly stopped and growled.

"He snuck out! Primus I told him it wasn't safe outside of Vos, and yet what does he do?!" The mech growled softly as he turned back to the cowering mech. "Thunderwave! Go find him and bring him back! The rest of you are dismissed!"

"Y-yes my king…" The mech bowed lowly before turning and scurrying out of the room. The other seekers immediately started to follow his lead, though they were returning to their duties.

"Not you Scout." The tiny seeker winced and turned to look at the imposing mech. "You are not in trouble. I just wish to speak with you."

It was hard not to wince as the king walked closer to him. The seeker king was kind and caring, but when it came to his son, he would tear apart a mech just to get to him. The sparkling, recently reaching his teens, was his only heir, and the only connection he had to his late mate. The connection the two held was unmatched, but it couldn't stop the teen from exploring the world for himself, instead of reading it and watching it in his studies. The king knew that was why he had disappeared, it was only a matter of time, but it still managed to cause a panic in him.

"Scout, besides me, you are the closest to my son…is anything upsetting him? He seems to have become distant from everyone; even his instructors say that he's not making any friends at school." The kings wings fell slightly, but they still stood strong on his back.

"Actually, there is. I've been meaning to speak with you about it, but with all that has been happening I thought it would be better if I waited." The small seeker paused and took a deep breath. "All of the other mechs and femmes have been finding their trine. The prince feels that he won't find his trine simply because he's in the castle constantly. He feels trapped, and unable to do what normal seekers are doing at his age."

"Ah…so that's why he's snuck out…" The King turned and hailed Thunderwave.

::Yes my king?::

::Do not bring my son back, let him explore, but do not let him out of your sight again, and if anyone tries to hurt him, step in, but otherwise keep your distance.::

::Yes sir.::

The king cut the comm. and turned back to Scout. The small mech was quietly picking at his finger joints and pouting. He couldn't help but chuckle at the sight, the seeker was just barely out of his teens, and at times he hid it well and others, well, he acted his age.

"Since my son won't be joining me for dinner, how about you and I have a meal together?" The king couldn't help but chuckle once again at the look he was given. "We'll have something that my son hates that way he won't be upset."

The small seekers lips pulled into a smile as he nodded; the king was a father figure to Scout, as his mate had been the one to pull him off of the street. He was a simple street rat, begging and stealing energon and credits. The kings' mate saw him and immediately took a liking, so she offered him the position as the princes "friend" and guardian. Sure for one so young it seemed almost daunting, but when Scout saw the prince he immediately knew that he would enjoy it. It gave him a warm place to stay, energon, a family, and a friend. The king had taken to calling him Scout, though that was because he honestly didn't remember his true name, he'd been called so many things that it seemed almost irrelevant. But he felt Scout was at least something of a name.

The smaller seeker didn't realize that the king was slowly leading him through the halls, his large servo on the small of his back, gently urging him on. He looked up at the kings' face and noticed the slight frown etched into it. He knew that he was worried about the prince, but Scout felt that the prince sneaking out was a good way for him to experience real life.

As they walked the familiar walls he couldn't help but think back to when he was first brought into the home. To call it a castle was too much, and calling it a home seemed not enough, but he couldn't think of anything to call it, so he settled on a home, even if the inside was almost like a castle.

The walls shined white, while the floors were a contrast of black. The stained glass windows were draped with red fabric, their color shinned across the black floor, making it seem like it was coated with iridescent paint. And that was just the entry way! He could remember the kings mate giggling softly as she lead him into the masters quarters.

The room was surprisingly not as large as he thought. Everything was a dark maroon laced with a bright gold. The berth was plush, and sheer gold curtains were draped around it, giving the illusion of privacy. He wasn't given much time to take in the room before he was guided into the bathroom. It held the same color scheme, but with more gold shining through. There was a wash rack but also a tub which he was led too.

The kings mate gently sat on the edge and turned on the solvent before turning towards Scout. Her voice was soft and filled with motherly care as she addressed him. Her words were lost to time, but there was no forgetting her soft servos as they helped him with his first good wash in years. She dried him and then took him off to yet another room.

That room was filled with endless paint and as she stood him in the center, she started to pull out different colors. She would ask him which one he liked most before setting it aside and grabbing another color for his approval. It was there that he gained his dark red paint scheme. He'd kept it ever since…

"Scout?" The small seeker jerked back as he realized that the king was kneeling in front of him.

"Y-yes?" His stutter caused him to smile and reach up to pat his helm.

"You zoned out on me…were you thinking about Melody?" His tone was soft and understanding, not judging him as he nodded.

"Yes sir…She was the first bot to be nice to me…I never really got to thank her before…" He stopped short and swallowed. The death of the queen was a tough subject for everyone, but the king more so.

They had been on an outing, just the two of them. Scout had offered to watch over the prince for the day, giving them a bit of free time. They decided to go walk through the crystal gardens and have a picnic at the center. The king had let his guard down, it was safe there, or so he thought. He had turned for one second, just to pull out a small bracelet he made for his mate, when he heard it. It was silent, but the sound rang loud in his audios.

He turned just in time to see his mate collapse, energon running down her chest, coloring the white plating a sickly pink. The king didn't say much about anything else. They all knew that the queen spoke to him, but he would never say what she said, and none pushed the subject. The king was silent for a while after her death; it wasn't until the prince started having nightmares that the king broke out of his depression. Since he's relied on his son like he was his lifeline.

"Scout…You're doing it again." The king chuckled and shook his helm. "Go to you quarters, you're obviously distracted. Try to rest; it'll help clear your helm."

He stood and gently patted his helm before heading off. Scout stared after him and noticed how his wings fell against his back. The king was missing his son…and he had hoped that Scout would spend some time with him while the prince was out. Primus…the mech was good at hiding his feelings.

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Wide blue optics took in the sights around him with barely withheld excitement. Seekers were flying, but they were also running, and walking, and talking, and yelling, and laughing…and doing normal things! He could actually hear them. Some were faking their laughter, others it was genuine, just with their conversations. The seekers flying would swerve and dodge other seekers; almost like a game of tag…did they play that?

The small seeker continued walking, looking in awe at the things around him. Shops lined the street he walked, and as he weaved in and out of legs he managed to catch what looked like a park…with bots his age playing. A wide smile spread across his lips as he took off towards it, mindful of those around him though. Swings, slides and other objects littered the area along with different ages of bots. He could see creators sitting to the side, speaking with others or watching their sparkling's, some were even holding newborns it seemed…

He was so caught up in his thoughts that he didn't notice another seeker creeping up behind him until it was too late. He was tackled to the ground by someone giggling much louder than they should.

"Got you!" The seeker quickly scrambled away from his attacker and turned to face him. Wide blue optics settled on a black and purple frame. The other was grinning like a cybercat after catching their prey.

"W-who are you?" He swallowed the lump in his intake, wishing that he hadn't stuttered. The other tilted his helm and blinked purple optics at him.

"He's Skywarp…" The sudden sound of another voice caused him to let out a squeak. He turned and looked behind him. This seeker was blue, and seemed to have a small scowl etched into his face. Another squeak managed to leave him as the purple mech suddenly appeared beside him.

"And that's TC, that's short for Thundercracker! We've never seen you before! What's your name? Where're you from? Where are your creators? What do you like to do?" Before he could continue a blue servo settled over his mouth.

"Sky…you're scaring him even more." It was obvious that this 'Thundercracker' was the eldest of the two, and that the two were obviously a bit older than him; even if the purple one didn't act it.

"Well?" He jumped at the pressing voice and looked up at Thundercracker, his blue optics wide. "What's your name?"

"It's…uh…i-it's um…" No one knew of him…so…maybe using his real name wouldn't hurt…and they didn't have to know he was a prince…so…

"I-I'm Starscream…"

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Okay, kinda got really giddy writing this…maybe its cause it's the beginning of the seekers instead of jumping in after all this. Oh well. Review please.