AN: This fic marks the start of a random collection of Starcee drabbles, which i will be updating whenever I get inspired and there's a break in updating my other fics. There will be stories from the worlds of G1, Animated and Prime, with possibly a little Shatterd Glass - I'll see how this goes. If you have any suggestions then I'd love to hear them! :)
Disclaimer: The only Transformers I own are my pathetic collection of six various figures. :(
We start with a K rated G1 fic, set in an AU where the Bots and Cons have reached a peace agreement and A3 is still alive.
Love And War
The peace talks – endless megacycles of tedious negotiation, agonizing over the minutest details in order to ensure that no factor was left out.
The introductions – mechs who had hated each other for millennia ushered into the same room and expected to be civilized, with silent prayers uttered left, right and centre that the damage to both sides would be minimal.
And, surprisingly, friendships formed – easygoing 'Bots opening up and encouraging others; discovering shared interests, be it a talent for pranks, understanding between music enthusiasts or even just a love of sports.
Finally, the day came when the forces of both sides were assembled in a vast chamber at the heart of Iacon; Autobots on one side, Decepticons on the other. In the centre, at the focus of the intricate pattern that ornamented the floor, stood a small, circular table, plain and unadorned save for a single datapad. It was here, on opposite sides of the little piece of furniture, that Optimus Prime and Megatron stood, watched by both the optics of their troops and those of the countless others observing the scene via the news cameras that were ringed around the room.
Under the gaze of all of Cybertron, the two mechs – bitter enemies for as long as anyone could remember – added their signatures to the treaty displayed on the datapad, watched all the while by a smiling Alpha Trion. As the elderly mech stepped forward and added a laser seal to the document, finalizing the deed, Cybertronians all over the planet erupted into cheers of sheer jubilation. Finally, the Great War was truly at an end!
No location on Cybertron was more filled with joy and simple, pure relief than that chamber, however. As Optimus and Megatron clasped each other's servos, a roar of celebration rose from both sides and threatened to break through the glass of the domed roof. Hugs, backslaps and victorious cheers were traded all round. Sideswipe and Sunstreaker had already broken out the high grade.
All revelry paused, however, as a solitary red, winged mech detached himself from the Decepticon ranks and went sprinting over to the Autobot side of the room. A huge and very uncharacteristic grin was plastered to his faceplates as he scooped up a certain petite pink femme and dipped her into a triumphant kiss.
Laughing, Arcee returned the gesture, wrapping her arms around Starscream's neck. Hers was the only voice to be heard, however, as the rest of the room gaped in unabashed and wide-opticed shock. Even Optimus and Alpha Trion couldn't suppress astonished stares, and Springer looked ready to throw something. Preferably a certain Decepticon Air Commander.
As the couple broke apart, they fought down laughter at the hilarious range of expressions on everyone's faceplates.
"What?" Arcee demanded of the assembled shellshocked warriors, mirroring her recently-revealed boyfriend's grin. "It had to come out sometime!"