Second chapter. I decided to work a bit more on this one, but for those out there waiting for more on On Seeker Habits, dont worry, next chapter will soon be up.:)
Enjoying the winds blow against his frame Skywarp reveled in the view from the top of the launch tower. Starscream was on shift and the teleporter found himself alone, Thundercracker still not returning.
Sitting on the edge he looked down into the moving masses of water crashing against the sturdy cybertronian alloy that the sunken spaceship was made of.
As he looked up again a figure in the distance caught his optics.
As it came closer the teleporter found the thing quite familiar, until he clearly could make out the blue coloration of the seeker flying in his direction.
"TC?" the black and purple seeker asked in disbelief.
When he saw that the figure indeed was his lost trinemate the teleporter jumped off the edge of the tower and flew to greet his friend.
As he met up with the blue seeker the other turned into his bipedal mode and looked at the teleporter with calculating optics.
Skywarp not caring that his friend was unusually silent just dove to hug the blue seeker around the waist, happy to have his trinemate back.
"Let's fly a bit, okay 'Warp?" Thundercracker asked in his very Thundercracker-like voice.
Just happy that everything was as it should be the black and purple seeker eagerly nodded before reverting into his jet mode and taking off.
The blue seeker following suite caught up to his erratic wingmate.
Time went by and Thundercracker began to increase the distance between the two, engaging speed that Skywarp had not known the other to possess. But no matter what, the teleporter took up the unvoiced challenge and pursued the other, trying to catch the blue seeker.
As Skywarp made a final teleportation and caught the blue seeker in the air he cheered.
"You know, TC, that I will always catch you. Always has." He teased.
"That is right 'Warp, but you forget something." Thundercracker said, and now the voice was back to the awful high-pitched one he had heard at the raid.
Then Thundercracker released his sonic boom, and the black and purple seeker fell.
Discovering that his warp engine didn't respond he watched as the water came closer and closer until…
He woke up with a scream in the trines quarters.
A dream, it was only a dream he told himself as his optics adjusted to the darkness in the room.
He could hear the faint sound of Starscreams cooling fans to the left, where the trineleaders berth was placed.
His spark still swirling madly from the nightmare he fumbled a bit before he managed to get out of the berth and reach the lightning.
As the light turned on he found that the room still missed a certain important occupant and turned to ask Starscream if he could recharge beside the trineleader.
But when he faced the berth upon which he had thought Starscream rested he was greeted with a horrified sight.
There on the berth lay his trineleader, optics dull and the berth covered in the mechs own life fluids.
The sound he had thought to be cooling fans working was the ragged breaths of the air commander forcing the needed air into his systems to cool down his internals.
"Sky…Warp." Starscream wheezed servos flailing to reach the black and purple seeker.
"How? Why?" Skywarp asked, not understanding.
Trying to comm. Hook to get help, the only response he received was static on the line. Not able to move, like he was frozen to the floor he just looked on the scene of his dying trineleader.
"I can't… live on… without him. He left… me. Why did he do that…?" Starscream managed to say through several heavy vents.
"He left me too…" the black and purple seeker pointed out, but it seemed that the other was too long gone.
As Starscream vented his last breath and his spark faded into nothing the teleporter just looked on completely devastated.
Now he was completely alone.
And then he awoke for a second time.
Darkness was filling the sight when he dared to open his optics.
Listening intently to his surroundings he heard the murmuring voice of Starscream talking in his recharge.
Daring to go and turn on the lighting when he heard the calm murmurings that sounded nothing like a dying mech he was greeted with the welcome sight of Starscream firmly snuggled in on himself, wings lazily hanging from the edge of the berth.
As he watched Starscream murmured two names, one usual when he obviously dreamt as he did now, the other was one that froze the energon in his lines when he heard his trineleader say it in his sleep.
"…Thunder…Light…strike…"
Letting out a vent Skywarp turned off the light and returned to his own berth. Suddenly he did not dare to awake his trineleader. Starscream might be the only one he had left, if Thundercracker did not return.
Lying down, he initiated his recharge protocols and before long entered a dreamless but benefitting recharge.
Starscream knew he was dreaming.
He knew it because the surrounding was Vos before the war.
He knew it because the flier before him was long dead.
But none the less he reveled in the sight that greeted him from the arching doorway.
Lightningstrike an elegant female seeker entered the room he currently found himself in, and favored him with a wide smile.
Then the smile turned into a grin and the female ran to the tricolored seeker, the little thrusters making clinking and clanking sounds as they moved, and before long Starscream found his thrusters locked in a firm and tight grip.
Looking down he pretended to be angry at the antics of the Winglords little daughter. The female not deterred from tightening the grip and looking up with pleading optics shone with the white of her carrier and the green of her creator. The two colors blurred together now and then, causing interesting mosaics to form on the armor of the little seeker.
Not able to hold his mask Starscream soon relented under the continuous onslaught. The female was the most precious gem in the whole royal tower.
Femmes were rare and treasured for their ability to create and carry. When the transformers lost their access to Vector Sigma, the femme population around the planet became the only way for them to reproduce, and thus both praised for their ability as well as hunted for it.
That reason was why only a selected few knew of the existence of a femme seeker in the Winglords family unit.
Starscream had been the one to teach the little female discretely to fly together with any aerial maneuver that she at any point would need to know. The time spent with the little seeker had been one of his greatest joys in his life.
When she died, one fatal orn, the whole city state was informed of her existence and mourned united. Starscream had been devastated when he received the news.
Since then many of his recharge cycles would be filled with the returning dreams of the little femme seeker that he had teached to fly those many vorns ago.
As the dream faded he was left with an uneventful recharge.
Thundercracker groaned as he felt the need to recharge.
The cave that he had taken shelter in was not the most comfortable to stay in. The size was barely enough for him to lay comfortable in and the cramped space did not help the inbound claustrophobia that seekers suffered from in too close confines.
But he had to endure it, because it was too dangerous for the decepticon to stay outside with the humans nearby and through the humans the autobots were never far away. He would just have to remake his makeshift home in the morning when his systems didn't scream at him to recharge.
The chronometer woke the blue seeker early in the morning, just as the sun began to rise above the horizon.
Crawling out of the little cave he stretched when he was finally outside and able to stand upright. Every joint in his frame was stiff, and it toke a great deal of time to ease the stiffness out of them.
When he was a lot more comfortable in his frame he withdrew a cube of energon from subspace and drank the pink substance while studying the surroundings more firmly than he had done the day before.
This area had been chosen long ago, if he ever needed to stay away from the decepticon headquarters for a longer time. He had just not prepared it beforehand, something that he had regretted earlier, but he had not dared, in case his ever following wingmate would have found out of this particular location.
It was hard to hide from the teleporter and Thundercracker was actually surprised that he had not yet seen the wingspan of the black and purple seeker over the horizon.
Wondering how his trinemates fared back at the base, he hoped that they were both okay. But knowing Starscream he would be thruster deep in troubles, and the teleporter would be up to no good, getting him and the trineleader into even more troubles.
At that thought he could not avoid to smile a little. Skywarp sure knew how to make a mess, and sometimes even without attempting to.
The sun completely above the horizon Thundercracker faced his little home and decided on how to enlarge the cramped room inside the little cave, so he at least could lie comfortably and stand upright inside it. He would need to hide for an unknown amount of time, and the less he was in sight of any traveling human the safer he would be.
Beginning the slow demolition of the insides of the mountain he soon forgot most of his troubles, focusing whole heartedly on the task ahead.
A week passed and Starscream had Skywarp travel the continent of Africa again and again, when the signal that the teleporter had received while his wings were malfunctioning failed to show again. Starscream could not accept that he wasn't able to locate his own damned trinemate.
During the week the two seekers regretted that their trine was only synced to each other and not bonded. But again it had been the blue seeker that had denied the bonding when they had talked about it at their early beginning.
Now Starscream felt stupid for not pressing the matter more, because if they had the bond, he would /know/ where his trinemates were, and the matter of getting Thundercracker to come back to the base would have been easy.
Going as far as engaging Soundwave in tracking the blue seeker, when Starscream own means of locating the flighty seeker ran out, he hoped that the skilled communications specialist would succeed in locating his trinemate.
But it was only to incredulously look at the telepath when he before the command staff proclaimed his defeat.
If the topic hadn't been his missing trinemate Starscream would have gloated in the fact that even Soundwave for once was shortcoming and was to face the tyrant's wrath.
Instead he just slumped in his seat and didn't even enjoy when Soundwave visibly winced from the roaring voice of the displeased warlord.
With wings low on his back he left the command center as the meeting finished and somehow managed to find his way back to the trines quarters. Once again he was alone – Skywarp on one of his patrols to hopefully locate the blue seeker. But the trineleaders faith in the teleporter finding any trace had dwindled with every time the black and purple seeker returned without any result.
'Thundercracker, why are you doing this?' he thought as he lay down on the berth, hoping to get a little recharge.
His dreams had lately been disturbing. At first they had centered on the little female seeker he always dreamt of, but recently Thundercracker had invaded those dreams and the dreams had then turned into nightmares.
Even in his recharge he was reminded of his missing trinemate. Primus seemed to hate him at the moment.
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