AN: Why isn't there more Thrust/Jetstorm fanfic? Oh, right, because no one liked Beast Machines. I found the two generals interesting enough to keep me watching, however... and, if nothing else, I watched for David Kaye's voice, yessssss.

Takes place between the Beast Machines episodes Fallout and Prometheus Unbound.

There had been roughly seven days between Megatron's downfall and subsequent return. Seven days during which Thrust and Jetstorm had searched for direction without their leader to command them. They had not been searching very hard, of course, without Megatron threatening them into action. It had surprised no one when the two Vehicons returned to Megatron the moment they learned of his resurrection.

When his generals appeared before him, Megatron asked for a report. He had been gone for a week, after all, with his spark only partly aware and trapped in an organic body. Had anything of note happened in the duration? What of the Autobots? Had they been planning anything? And what had Thrust and Jetstorm been doing in the meantime?

Thrust and Jetstorm looked at each other briefly.

Neither of them mentioned how they had spent the week building temporary forts out of discarded scraps of metal. They didn't mention how they staked out these forts just long enough to play "shoot half-heartedly at any Maximal that gets too close" before moving on to a new location.

They didn't mention how, in fits of boredom, they had brought down several buildings. They didn't mention how they would often race to see which of them could level an area faster. They both won in roughly equal proportions, which bothered Jetstorm to no end. He didn't like the idea of having equals.

They didn't mention the time that they had been racing through the abandoned city, and Jetstorm had landed on top of Thrust without warning. Already heated from the burst of activity, they had lain there, face to face. First they had waited for their systems to cool down, but when that proved ineffective, they had tried to force their coolant systems. Nothing had worked. In fact, their systems had only seemed to heat up more. Without thinking, Thrust had reached up and touched Jetstorm's chestplate. Much to the surprise of both of them, it had popped open.

They didn't mention how Thrust's spark chamber had opened in response, and their sparks had touched accidentally. Though they both felt that it was wrong at first, they found that they enjoyed the feeling, and had ended up rubbing their sparks together until they reached the point of mutual overload. They didn't tell Megatron how much they had liked the feel of their metallic bodies grinding together, or how afterwards they had helped each other rub off exchanged paint and hammer out each others' dents.

They especially didn't mention how they had tried it again, with Thrust on top, and Jetstorm had lost control and screamed out Blackarachnia's name. Thrust had rolled off of him, and they had found themselves unable to look at each other until the motorcycle promised not to tell and the jet promised not to let it happen again. They had returned to their momentary base of choice, trying not to think about how Jetstorm's true spark had momentarily broken free and shown itself.

They didn't mention how they both wished they could try again, but that neither of them was willing to risk a repeat of the last time. They both knew that if Megatron found out about Jetstorm's outburst, he'd replace Silverbolt's spark with a more reliable one.

So, when Megatron asked for a report, they looked at each other briefly.

"The Maximals tried to recruit us, but we turned them down," Jetstorm said.

"We made a tactical retreat and awaited your inevitable return," Thrust added.

"That's all."

"Nothing else happened."