Title: Alpha-1
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 345
Summary: Domesticity was something used to describe boring households, but Thundercracker was very much aware that his own home life could never be called "domestic".
Disclaimer: If Transformers in any of its forms were mine, Starscream x Steve would be canon and Soundwave would have a voice. Ergo, Transformers is not mine.
It was the morning after a raid and Thundercracker was feeling poorly.
He'd been hit on the wing the day before and had been sent spiralling out of the sky, crashing into an Autobot for good measure before blacking out from pain and energon loss. On awakening he'd found himself in his quarters with his worried trine mates hovering over him. Skywarp tried to hide his worry by becoming immediately over-affectionate. Starscream covered his by doting on Thundercracker in a way that the big seeker hadn't experienced since he'd been sick as a youngling. His carrier had practically smothered him with the attention; it wasn't something he'd really ever wanted to have repeated.
The trine leader had spent every one of Thundercracker's waking moments today making sure he was comfortable, content and absolutely not moving from the couch he had managed to recline in.
"Do you want some energon, Thundercracker?" he was asked, and glanced up from the data pad he'd been reading to see Starscream watching with intense optics. He was starting to fear for their sparklings, if they ever occurred.
"Yes, please; the spicy one, if you don't mind," he replied, watching bemusedly as the tri-coloured mech all but fluttered off to the kitchen unit of their large - courtesy of Starscream's rank - apartment.
"I want some too, please! Don't be stingy with the rust sprinkles!" called Skywarp from where he too was curled up on the lounge, playing a video game.
Starscream whirled around, suddenly in what looked like a towering rage and Thundercracker blinked as he started tearing into their youngest trine mate.
"What do you think I am, a servant? A drone? I'm only getting Thundercracker some because I wanted some too! If you want some you're going to have to get it yourself you insolent little thing. The nerve of you, by Primus! What flavour did you want?"
"The sweet one, please," replied Skywarp, taking it all in stride.
Thundercracker just rolled his optics at their antic; it was just another day in the house of Trine α1.