A/N: Yes, I wrote another part. This time with more Seekers. And now it's late and I really ought to go to bed.


To say Skywarp was happy would be a lie. More accurately, Skywarp was angry, vexed, indignant, irritated, mad and just generally pissed off. Not only had he been left by those idiotic Autobots who couldn't even be bothered to remove the rocks that pinned him to the ground (granted, he wouldn't have done anything for an Autobot had the situation been reversed), but his distress signal was picked up by Rumble off all people, who preferred to sit around gloating instead of helping the Seeker. Rumble's excuse was that he was too small to remove the rocks, which of course was total bullshit as the humans used to say. They had pretty good expressions, those humans, inferior though they might be.

The annoying little cassette just laughed at Skywarp when he cursed him in all languages he could think of, ("Do you think it's slagging fun lying here listening to slagging Autojerks slagging making out, do you, you slagger?") and he seemed to think what the Autobots' had done absolutely hilarious.
It wasn't until Soundwave arrived with Thundercracker in tow that he finally was released from his stony prison.
But of course his indignities wouldn't end there.
No, it turned out both of his wings was so badly bent and one thruster completely out of commission, that there was no chance he could fly home by himself. He had to be carried –carried! Seekers didn't get carried!– between Thundercracker and a highly annoyed Starscream who grumbled all the time about stupid trine-mates who couldn't take care of themselves. Thundercracker just laughed and said with a wink to Skywarp that the bitching was just Starscream's way of showing he cared, which earned him a hateful glance from said Air Commander.
The rest of the trip back to base was spent in silence.

x-x-x

Sitting on a med table, waiting for Hook to finally deign him some attention, he thought Primus must have something against him. Otherwise, how would he have ended up with such a lousy day as today? It would have been bad enough to be wounded like he was, but he just had to be subjected to indignity after indignity. He still could hear those horrible noises those two Autobots were making while waiting for rescue. Honestly, didn't they have any sense of propriety? He shuddered slightly on the table, making Scavenger look at him with a questioning look which he completely ignored. Instead he focused on reigning in an impulse to tell the idiots to get a move on and start fixing him.

It wasn't like they were doing anything important anyway. Scavenger, Long Haul and Bonecrusher were just lounging around, Hook and Scrapper were bent over some insignificant device, and Mixmaster was huddled away in a corner, cackling while mixing together something that Skywarp had no wish to know anything about. He forced himself to relax though, knowing that if he annoyed Hook it would just take longer until he was fixed, and it would probably be twice as painful.
Not that it was easy to relax, since his processor seemed determined to haunt him by replaying the Autobots' activities in the cave. He had shuttered his optics, but sadly he was gifted with a very vivid imagination, and it easily put pictures to the sounds.
Thundercracker had once said he had a real gutter mind, and at the time he had only grinned, but now he cursed that mind for the images it was conjuring up. Images of two Autobots, entwined together, roaming hands all over each other's bodies, drawing needy little noises from each other's vocalizer… no! He put his hands to the side of his head, as if trying to block out the images that way. Primus, he'd need a CPU cleaning if this was to continue.

He shot a look at Hook, but the blasted Constructicon seemed totally enthralled with whatever that device on the table was, and didn't even seem to notice he had a patient. Wondering for a moment if Hook had actually forgotten about him altogether, Skywarp decided that enough was enough and cleared his vocalizer to get the green mech's attention. Hook looked up sharply at the noise, put down the device and made his way towards Skywarp, who sat up a bit straighter, glad to finally be noticed. Finally he was going to be fixed and he could leave this infernal hellhole and those crazy Constructicons. He grinned at Hook as the latter reached his table, put his hands on his hips and spoke.

"So, what's so important to disturb me from my designing duties?"

"Uh, I need to get repaired?" Skywarp said lightly, trying not to antagonize the medic. Said mech simply snorted and picked up a sharp cutting tool and pressed Skywarp down onto the table with one hand, whilst bringing the cutting tool to the Seeker's chest.

"Wait!" Skywarp shouted as he felt Bonecrusher's hands on his shoulders, holding him still against the table. "Don't I get an anaesthetic?"

Hook glared at him.

"No. You're annoying. You don't get one if you're annoying."

x-x-x

It was later, too much later if you asked Skywarp, that he was finally allowed to leave Hook's tender (hah!) care, and could escape the sadistic little freak. He cursed the Constructicons all the way to the living areas of the base, wanting nothing more than a good recharge and for this day to end. He grudgingly had to admit that Hook knew what he was doing though, despite the fact that the procedure wasn't pleasant at all. His wings were restored to their former glory, his thruster fixed, and all the little scrapes and dents were removed from his bodywork. Too bad he didn't feel as good as he looked. Turning down a corner he made straight for the room he shared with Thundercracker, hoping the blue jet wouldn't have too many questions or anything. He just wanted rest. Rest, and a dreamless recharge. Without visions of indiscreet Autobots doing Primus knew what. Oh slag. He hit his head with a fist, angry with himself for thinking about them again, filling his head with disturbing mental images.

"Argh!" he shouted out to himself, clutching his head. "Stop it!" Whatever could he have done to deserve this? Surely this couldn't be punishment for that prank he played on Starscream a few days ago? If it was, then Primus was surely without any sense of humor, because, come on, Starscream had looked absolutely ridiculous in that yellow paint and with a chicken beak attached to his forehead. Skywarp giggled a bit at the memory, before his treacherous CPU decided to mix that image with the disturbing one he already had in his mind. Oh Cybertron, that was truly horrifying. He froze in the corridor, just outside his quarters, as he tried to force his mind to shut out that mental image. No such success.
In fact, if anything, the needy sounds playing in his head seemed louder than ever…

"No…" he stammered to himself. "No… it can't be…"

His optics widened as he realized that the sounds weren't coming from his CPU after all. They were coming from inside his quarters. His and Thundercracker's quarters.

He wanted to leave. He wanted to leave, and come back, and open the door and everything would be normal, no little sounds of pleasure from inside. His legs, on the other hand, refused to cooperate. They remained frozen on the spot as his equally traitorous audios took in every little word, every whimper from the other side of the door. He knew those voices. He knew those voices so well, hearing them every day while out flying.

"Ooh, that's so good", Thundercracker's voice drifted out, and was shortly followed by a high-pitched moan that could only belong to the Air Commander.

"I'm dreaming", Skywarp muttered to himself. "I fell asleep on the table while Hook was working on me, and now I'm having a nightmare. That's the only explanation for this. It's a nightmare. Just a nightmare."

He leaned towards the wall, hands to his audios, trying to block out the sound and failing miserably.

"It's a nightmare. I can wake up any moment. Just like that. Come on, 'Warp, wake up…"

"Yes… that's it…" He tried not to think. He really did, but hearing Starscream sound like that… his mind produced an image of his trine mates entwined on his berth. Primus, he'd never be able to recharge on it again! Of course, he couldn't know which berth they were on, or if they were indeed on one at all –his mind conjured up more images containing desk tops, the floor and even the small chair in the room– but considering how bad this day had already been, it was likely they were on his. Primus must really hate him.

"Come on… come on now…" Thundercracker's voice sounded a bit strained, and Skywarp almost screamed.

"This is not fair", he muttered. "So not fair." He shuttered his optics hard. "If this is a dream I want to wake up now. Now. Please?" He opened them again and looked around hopefully. Still the same old corridor. Still the same noises from his room, somewhat louder now, and more strained. He sank down next to the wall, finally giving up, images whirling in his mind. Images of the Autobots mixed with images of his wing mates and somewhere in there a big yellow chicken made an appearance as well. He didn't care any longer, just sat on the floor, leaning on the wall, sobbing as the sounds from his room reached their climax in a wordless moan, and then fell quiet.

Quiet.

He couldn't really believe it. The noises were gone. Slowly he rose, putting an audio against the wall.

Nothing. With the silence came the sudden realization that he couldn't just go into his own room to recharge, because nothing, not even a hundred angry Devastators, could get him to set a foot inside that door now. He slowly moved away from the wall, and then, as he realized his legs would actually do his bidding, he turned and fled towards the rec room.

x-x-x

"You don't think this was a bit mean?"

Thundercracker sat in his berth, looking at his commander who was sitting on the only chair in the room, wearing a smug expression.

"He deserved it", Starscream simply said.

"Hmm. I do admit, it was pretty fun. So, are you or I going to get those recordings to Rumble as thanks for telling us about what Skywarp heard in the cave?"

"You do it."

Thundercracker just nodded. There would be hell to pay tomorrow when Skywarp found out he'd been had, but it would be worth it. It would be totally worth it.