A/N: I'm on a roll today! This is perhaps my favorite pairing in the TF fandom so thats why I want to write a fanfic about it. It all started out as a plot bunny from a very funny dream that I had but this won't be as funny.

This so far is a oneshot but if you guys like or if I get enough reviews on it, Ill continue on it with 'cause I got chapters 1 and 2 started. So let me know what ya think!

Fandom: Transformers or TF

Universe: Loosely follows season 1 and maybe 2 of G1 but its still AU

Characters: FemStarscreamxSkyfire slash

Warnings: Lot's of angst, maybe violence and other more mature themes in later chapters, rating may or may not go up, Starscream as a femme (thats scary in its own right!)

Disclaimer: Hasbro owns Transformers, I don't have that luxury.

An audible knock on the metallic door from outside her quarters brought her flailing violently out of recharge. She writhed and squirmed and fell off her berth onto the cold floor. She groaned in pain as she had landed on her wings. The person outside her door knocked again.

Lifting herself up off her back and aching wings, she groaned," I'm coming! I'm coming! Who is it?"

"It's me, Skyfire. Are you alright?"

"I'm fine. I'll be there in a minute." She replied dismissively. Her spark acted up, pulsing erratically in her spark chamber. She immediately looked her chassis over, making sure no dents or scratches marred her Seeker frame. Satisfied, she swiftly went for the door. Starscream cycled an intake of air similar to sigh to calm her down and reached over for the control pad. With quick movement of her servos, the control pad beeped, opening the door with a swoosh!

In the hallway stood a monumental and very handsome shuttle former that was a close friend to her. Her expression perked up and she beamed up at Skyfire. Skyfire returned her smile with a wide grin of his own, he asked while trying to maintain a level of control over his enthusiasm, "Are you ready to leave today? Do you have all our tools and instruments packed up; you will need to load them into me before we leave for our trip."

"Course I do! And I don't need you stating the obvious!"

"Forgive me, but I enjoy ruffling up your feathers sometimes. It is always too easy with you, Starscream. That's why..."Skyfire trailed off while he drew in closer to Starscream. He bent his head so that their helms touched, metal scraped on metal as he brought his face plates to hers. Her arms wound around his neck, her left leg popped upwards, and her frame pressed closer to his to deepen the contact between their denta and glossa. His arms wound around her back, making their way to her wings.

Servos lightly brushed against the overly sensitive parts. She let out a muffled gasped from her vocalizer as the sensations worked their way down her wings in a teasing but gentle fashion. He chuckled at the noises elicited from her as he stroked his fingers up and down the Seeker's wings. As he touched her, she could only cling to his neck while trembling slightly. When they finally broke apart, their cooling fans roared into life as their heated bodies remained in close contact with each other. Starscream lackadaisically hummed," Skyfire?"

"Yes?"

"I love you."

"I know you do."

"Mmmmhmmm..."

"We probably should get down to the loading bay. I will meet you down there with the equipment."

"Huh?" Starscream asked. Her CPU finally came back to reality after metaphorically crashing. The trip her and her fellow hopeful scientist planned to make to the planet they recently discovered together in the Iacon Science Academy observatory, took precedence in her processor. She told herself that she had to focus on getting observational information on the planet, not how good of a kisser her mate was. She had to focus on the task that lay ahead, her relationship would have to come later. With a delayed response, she replied, "Yeah. I will meet you down there."

"See you in a little bit then."

"Yeah."

She frantically searched all over the planet yet she wasn't picking up any Cybertronian energy signatures, least of all her missing friend's signature. Starscream kept herself in denial, not wanting to realize how irrelevant her search would be for Skyfire. Skyfire and her had been separated from each other during their flight in a violent snowstorm in the artic region; she wanted to find him as soon as possible. She almost became frantic with her search, the desperation to find her friend clouded her logic units as raw emotion took over.

Starscream hovered above in the planet's thick troposphere, peering down at the terrain all the while constantly checking her scanners for anything as she remained in her alt mode. If it had been any other mech, she would have left behind them (even with their science equipment) yet Skyfire was not any other mech.

Aside the Academy instructors, he was the only other bot within the Academy that she talked with on daily basis. He understood Starscream and she him. He was her closest friend and she had hoped eventually they could have been sparkmates. She needed him like an energon addict needed high-grade; he was the only real semblance of sanity within her life. Skyfire was the beacon of light that guided her to becoming a confident scientist, without him, she feared that she would relapse back into her old self, a very shy and insecure femme.

Starscream's emotional unit overrode any other programs, she had to find her friend or be turned to slag in the process.

Starscream circled the planet yet again for a fourth time, all her scanners picked up where primitive fledgling heat signatures. Yet, no Skyfire. She shifted into robot mode and landed on a plateau, surrounded by a lush forest located somewhere in the Northern hemisphere of the planet. The only forms of life were crawling little flesh creatures that had no real meaning in life except to survive to reproduce. She observed them in disgust, but they reminded her of Skyfire. She only even bothered to study biological organisms because it fascinated her friend. As she started thinking again about Skyfire, she finally broke down into a fit of lubricant. She fell to her knees and covered her faceplates with her servos. Fluids slid down sides of her onyx face and stained her once perfectly polished blue fingers.

She feared that she would never see her lover.