YP: Chap two: Enter Starscream


"'Ey, kiddo!" Someone poked my head and I groaned, turning over. I heard someone yelp and there was a tug on my hair, but then it relented. I shut my eyes tighter, but the voice came back and I felt its owner shake my shoulder with two tiny hands, "C'mon, Al, get up!"

"Mm…make me…" I murmured, blindly groping the metal table I was one until I grabbed my 'attacker' and lifted him up. "Just a few more minutes…" I dropped him and my hand hit the table limply. Usually, I'm very easy to get up, but there are some times when I just won't move; that was one of those times.

The southern voice sighed and nudged my hand with his foot. I mentally groaned and sat up, giving up. Rubbing my eye, I opened the other one and spotted Jazz looking up at me with my book bag behind him. I gave him a half wave and a grumbled complaint to Primus – considering I was still half asleep here, people – and reached over. I peeked into my backpack and realized my computer was still in one piece. Somehow, it had survived Megatron's squishing assault.

"Ha-ha!" I cheered as I turned it on, "It lives! Huh?" Glancing over upon feeling something crawling on me, I saw Jazz trying to sit on my shoulder. I helped him up and then giggled as I activated my computer. "Hey, Jerry, you there?" I asked.

The computer personality I had discovered on my computer while doing some fanfiction reading – Jerry, I had named him; in honor of Jerry Springer of course – popped up, much to my pleasure. His smilie appeared in a new window on my screen and waved at me. It, too, looked sleepy, but there was also a bandage on its forehead. Jazz slid off of my arm and bent down to look at the smilie.

"What 'appened t' ya?" He asked.

"That…buffoon, Megatron, nearly squished me, dolt." My computer replied once I had turned the Computer Narrator on; this time he had a British accent. After a moment, the bandage on the smilie disappeared and it pointed to Jazz, "Who," He sniffed, "is he?"

"Oh, c'mon, Jerr, you don't recognize Jazz?" I asked slyly, grinning. Jazz glanced up at me and shook his head.

"We don' 'ave time for dis, Al. Wheeljack's workin' on mah body an' I wanna see 'ow's it's goin'." He stated, making Jerry and me frown. Deep down, I knew he was right – okay, I didn't but I knew I had to listen to him – so I gave Jerry an apologetic look and shut my laptop. "Thanks." He said, nodding in thanks to me.

"No problem." I stuffed my laptop into my backpack and then pulled it on. I gave Jazz a look as he brought me my purse, but sighed, shrugged and put it on. "Get in." Bending down, I opened the flap of the blue jean purse and Jazz jumped in. He got comfortable and then peeked his head out of it. "What now?" I asked, exasperated. I loved the Cajun, but Lord, he was a handful.

"Aftah this, c'n we get somethin' t' eat? We never did get t' da movies…" Jazz pointed out, looking up at me. My stomach growled and I realized he was right.

"Alright, alright…jeez, I feel like I'm babysitin' a usually gaint robot here…whoops. I am." I saw the look Jazz gave me and cleared my throat, looking down from the really high table I was on. I started to get dizzy and I scooted as far back as I could from the edge. "Okay…that's scary…" My voice was a squeak when I spoke as I held onto my purse. "How do I get down from here?"

"Climb." Jazz shrugged.

"Hello! I'm scared of heights!" I pointed out to the bot, "And by that, I mean deathly scared. I get dizzy, sick and want to faint!"

"Well, dat takes climbin' off da list…"

"No duh, Sherlock." I murmured, but then gulped again. "Um…where's Ironhide? Or Ratchet? Or, heck, I'll take Cliffjumper, for Primus' sake!" I looked around nervously, "Just someone get me down from here!"

"Easy, girl, easy…" Jazz patted my arm from inside the bag as I started to panic, "Calm down. Ironhide's gettin' repaired by Ratch righ' now. After that battle, he needs it. But, ah c'n get Prowl, if dat works for ya."

"Anything! Jus' get me down…" I gave Jazz the most pleading look I could muster. He sighed and his visor dulled, going from sapphire to almost a navy blue. After a moment of quiet, I was just about ready to snatch him up and shake him, but then his visor clicked back on, "Well?"

"Prowl's on 'is way." Jazz reported, sinking down into my handbag. He glanced up at me, "Bondin' communication's 'ard at dis size…" He told me when he saw the look of concern I had on my face. "Don' worry, kid. Ah'm fine."

I nodded and sighed, waiting for the second in command of the Autobots to come into the room. Of course, I had a bunch of questions in my head, but I figured I'd save them for someone who probably knew the answers to them; either Perceptor or Wheeljack. Maybe Teletraan1 would know the answer. I didn't have long to think about who had the answers for someone's hand wrapped gently around me and lifted me up. Yelping, I grabbed onto the thumb and glanced up.

Right into Prowl's gentle blue optics.

He gave me a look that was mixed with curiosity and concern. I deadpanned and reached into my purse, pulling out Jazz. "Here's your bondmate." I said, holding him out so Prowl could see him. When Jazz waved, I swear I thought Prowl would faint, but he maintained his hold on his composure.

"What happened to him?" The mech managed out.

Shrugging, I put Jazz back into my purse so the mech could sit comfortable and I wouldn't hold him, "I have no idea." I said simply, "I don't even know how my little toy came to hold the spark of the saboteur. Or even if this is real."

I felt a pinch and yelped. Glancing down, I saw Jazz giving me the impression he was grinning. "Ya humans always say 'pinch me, must be dreamin'' so ah pinched ya. 'S real, Al."

I rubbed my arm, "Thanks, Jazz." I grumbled, but the mech just simply grinned up at me and I sighed. I glanced at Prowl for help, but he wasn't paying us any attention as he walked through the halls of the Ark, us still in tow. I crossed my arms and sighed, "Where we goin'?"

"Huh?" Prowl glanced down at me and I got the feeling he had forgotten about Jazz and me. How he did that while we were in his hand, I'll never know, but he totally forgot about us. He seemed to be off in another world; I had to forgive him. He was probably thinking about his bondmate, who I still had in my purse and wasn't even as tall as Prowl's ankle.

"Where. We. Goin'?" I asked slowly, looking up at him. Jazz peeked out of my purse, but I shut the flap on him.

Prowl put us down, "I believe Prime wanted to talk to Jazz…" He glanced down at my purse as it squirmed; Jazz was trying to break the magnetic clasp so he could get out again. "But he doesn't know you're awake…I'll go inform him if Jazz wants to go talk to Perceptor or Wheeljack about his body…"

Jazz finally got the clasp off and he popped out. "Of course ah do!" He agreed, "An' ah I wanna fin' out 'ow I got int' dis body!"

"We know, Jazz." I murmured, looking at both the toy and Prowl. Sighing, I put Jazz down and looked up at Prowl, "I'm game for whatever you guys wanna do." Truthfully, I wanted to meet Wheeljack – insert my almost perverted fangirl grin here – and see Jazz's body firsthand, but I couldn't if Jazz didn't want to. Technically, I was a guest and guests never trumped around without being invited.

Prowl and Jazz glanced at each other and I had a feeling I was being left out of a conversation. I pouted, but then Jazz tugged on the cuff of my blue jeans, "'Ey, Al, follow me." He said, walking away. I glanced up at Prowl, confused, but the Second-In-Command was already walking away while Jazz was trying to run.

Sighing, I caught up to him in a few steps. "Jazz, why don't I carry you and you tell me where to go?" I offered the toy, but he shook his head.

"Ah c'n do it, Al." With that, he transformed and sped down the hall. I sighed and ran after him. Well, he was going faster now. He turned a corner and I followed.

"Where we goin'?" I yelled to Jazz, who revved his engine and went faster.

"Wheeljack's lab!" Was the answer I got back. No explanation, just those two words. After another two minutes of running, Jazz transformed at a door and knocked as I caught up.

"I…gotta get in better shape." I said, looking down at the mech as I tried to catch my breath. Jazz just smiled up at me, but then we both looked at the door when it opened. "…Wheeljack!" I was now attached to his leg.

Wheeljack stumbled back, more surprised then hurt, and pulled me off his leg. He looked down at me and I grinned up at him. I heard Jazz laugh and next thing I knew, he was sitting on my lap and we were heading inside to go check on his body. He placed us down on a table and Jazz scurried over to something large, black and white that was lying on the berth next to us. I followed and blinked.

"Holy…" I murmured.

Jazz's original G1 body was lying next to us and it looked damage. Severally damaged. There was no way in heck that Jazz – had his spark been in that body still – would have survived. I scrambled up onto his chest, following Jazz's lead, and saw something I never thought I'd ever seen. Jazz's visor was gone, showing his beautiful optics. They were golden with red trimming the edges of them. I just wanted to touch them, but seeing the look on Jazz's face when he saw his body, I knew I couldn't.

"What happened?" I managed out, making sure not to step on any of the broken parts of Jazz's chest.

"Megatron and Motormaster." Jazz said unemotionally. That caught me by surprise and I looked down at him. His voice was never unemotional; he always managed to voice something. "It wasn't a good day…"

"We've repaired half of the damage, but now were onto the worse half." I heard a familiar voice say; Jazz and I turned and saw Ratchet standing in the doorway. "It'll take a few days."

"Uh…question, here!" I raised my hand slightly; everyone glanced over at me, "Once we get the body repaired, how do we put his spark back in his body?" I asked, looking down at Jazz.

"We'll figure that one out when the time comes." Ratchet said, but then glanced down at Jazz and added, "Perceptor's got ideas, Jazz, but we don't know how to test them without trying them out on you. And if they don't work…"

"Bye, bye, sparky." I murmured. Everyone glanced at me and I winced, "Sorry. Jus'…stating the obvious here…" Jazz sighed and I picked him up. "Dude, we'll getcha back…until then…well…my purse is open for you." I tried to joke.

The slightest smile appeared on his face behind his mask – at least that's the way it looked – and I smiled back. I noticed two headfins flash out of the corner of my eyes and heard Wheeljack chuckle. Ratchet tried to hide the smile, but I noticed it formed on one corner of his mouth and he turned away. "Humans." He grumbled, walking away.

I laughed and Wheeljack picked us up. "Someone wants t' talk to ya, Jazz."

"Who?" We both asked; we glanced at each other and then shrugged.

"The twins." The engineer answered, carrying us both towards who knows where. I guessed the rec. room, but I've been wrong before.

I wasn't wrong this time. We entered the rec. room and instantly everything stopped. I felt like a western sheriff that had just walked into a bar full of outlaws and hooligans. Blaster even shut off the music for a second when he saw who Wheeljack was carrying.

"Jazz, m'man!" He beamed. "What's up?"

"Jazz?" Two voices asked; we both turned and saw Sunstreaker and Sideswipe sitting at one of the tables. Sunstreaker motioned for Wheeljack to come over and the engineer shook his head,

"Sorry, guys, but Ratch and I are still working on Jazz's body." He said, putting Jazz and myself down. With a wave of goodbye over his shoulder, he left us standing in the middle of the rec. room with all the Autobots that were present staring down at us.

I picked Jazz up and whispered, "Awkward…" in a singsong like voice. Jazz nodded in agreement as I scurried over to where the twins were sitting. I hid behind Sideswipe's leg and peeked out.

"She's a little mouse, ain't she, Sunny?" I heard one Autobot ask as Sunstreaker gave me a glance upon observing my hiding spot. He raised an optic ridge and I eeped. I loved the dude, but he had an attitude and I did not want to get stepped on. Not by Megatron and most certainly not by Sunstreaker.

"I'm not a mouse." I squeaked out, looking up at the twins.

"C'm'ere." Sideswipe reached down and gently wrapped his hand around my body, causing me to squeak again. He put me down on the table in front of him and his brother and Jazz hopped off my shoulder. "Jazz-Man! …What's up with the new body?"

The yellow twin nodded, "Yeah, dude…you're…"

"Different?" Jazz asked.

"Tiny." Sunstreaker finished.

I swear I think Jazz sweatdropped. I picked him up and coughed, "I, um, kinda already did that one on him, sorry guys." I looked at the two and yelped when Sunstreaker bent his head down to look at me.

"Who are you?"

"Eep!" I scurried behind Sideswipe's arm, "Name's A-Alex…my friends call me Al." I managed, watching the yellow Lamborghini carefully. He must have realized I didn't like him staring at me that way because he glanced at his twin, who peered down at Jazz.

"What's up with her?" The red twin asked, raising his voice a bit to be heard over the resuming music.

Jazz shrugged and I frowned, "I'd like to see you be picked up by Megatron and hang from his fingers then tell me I shouldn't be afraid of Sunny's stare…" I eyed him from over Sideswipe's arm, "I swear he reminds me of Megsie when he gets angry…"

Sunstreaker snickered, "Megsie…" He grinned, "She's someone after my own spark." He put his hand on his chest dramatically and I glanced at Jazz; both of us rolled our optics. "I saw that." He pointed to both of us, a single golden digit in both of our faces.

"Eep!" I scooted back farther and glanced up at Sideswipe. "He scares me…"

"You're not the only one." Sideswipe chuckled, but then yelped when Sunstreaker grabbed his horn. "C'mon, Sunny! I was only joking!" He tried as Sunstreaker pulled him away from the table. The red twin gave me a look and shrugged. I shrugged back and then peered down at Jazz, who had made his way to the end of the table.

And looked ready to jump.

"Jazz!" I ran for him, but he jumped. I waited to hear the crunching of plastic parts, but the sound never reached my ears. Curios, I walked over and peeked down; Jazz was safely on the seat of a chair. "Jazz! You okay?"

"Jump down! It's not that far." He yelled up at me.

I shook my head furiously; not even a small fall for me. It only looked about ten feet, but I don't jump past six feet. Jazz jumped off of the chair onto the ground and ran to go do something, leaving me alone and on the top of a super-high table. I eeped and wrapped my arms around my legs. "I hate heights…I hate heights…" I looked around desperately for a way to escape from the top of the table, but there was none. Except for the option to jump, which I was not going to do.

My stomach rumbled again and I groaned. Great. Jazz had left me alone on the top of a table…and I was hungry. Not good… Looking around, I spotted Hound and tried to wave to him, but he wasn't paying any attention. Growling, I put my fingers inside my mouth and blew; the whistle got his sensitive hearing's attention.

"Hey! Jolly Green Giant!" I yelled over to the jeep, who turned and saw me. As he walked over, I pointed down. "Mind givin' me a hand?" I tried to yell over the music.

"What?" Hound yelled back.

"Give me a hand!" I pointed down.

Hound glanced down and then blinked. It took a moment, but then he realized what I was saying and held out his hand. I ran over and grabbed his thumb gratefully, hugging it. However, instead of putting me down, he carried me out of the rec. room, "What were you doing up there?"

"Y'know…just hanging around…listening to music…" I shrugged, sitting down in his hand. "Hey, dude?"

"Yeah?" Hound peered down.

"…Got any human food 'round here?" I asked bluntly, crossing my legs and holding onto my ankles. He blinked, but transformed; I landed in his front seat. "Ow! Could you all please warn before you transform?"

"Sorry." Hound said, speeding out of the Ark once I had snapped my seatbelt.

'S 'kay, man."


After I had finished eating my meal at McDonalds, Hound toted me around, showing me the city and asking me about my world and stuff like that. Because I was bored and Hound showed some intrest in human stuff, I told him everything he asked. Turns out, I wasn't in 1984, like the show was, but in 1990, four years after season two ended. It didn't really bother me much, seeing as how I was born in the nineties, but it unnerved me a bit.

After a bit, I glanced over to the seat next to mine and saw my backpack, just sitting there was happy as it could be. Sighing, I unzipped it and started to grab my computer when I saw two tiny, shining orbs looking up at me. I blinked. "Hey, Hound?" I asked.

"Yeah?" His voice came out of the radio, dimming the country music that was blaring. "What is it?"

"Amuse me, are there any red-opticed Autobots?" I asked, reaching into the bag.

"Not that I know of, why?"

"Oh, no reason…" I groped blindly for whatever was shining up at me when I felt something sharp bite down on my forefinger. Yelping, I pulled it out and looked at it; two tiny puncture wounds were bleeding a touch. "Okay, it's defiantly a Decepticon…only they have fangs…not counting you, Hound."

"Decepticon? Where?" Hound screeched to a stop as he rounded a mountain road and I yelped, almost being thrown out of the car if it wasn't for my seatbelt.

"And that, ladies and gentlemen, is why you wear a seatbelt!" I groaned, rubbing my chest. "Warn me next time, Hound!" I mumbled, reaching back into my backpack. I felt an arm – or a leg – and grabbed it. Pulling it out, I saw I was holding my die-cast Starscream by his leg as the seeker squeaked in protest and tried to struggle. "Well lookie lookie, Mr. Cookie…I find my a lil' seeker…"

Starscream glared up at me and aimed his null ray at my face, but I deadpanned and gently ripped it off of his arm. "Now, now, Screamer, none of that." I said, putting him down in my hand. "After all, I did rescue you from that plastic container that collector had you in, didn't I?"

Starscream squeaked something out and shook his fist in my face. I blinked and wonder why he didn't just fly away, but then I saw one of his wings was torn up badly. I ran my finger over the edge lightly as Hound continued to drive upon seeing the seeker in my hand was no threat. Starscream flinched at the gentle touch and smacked my hand away. I pretended it hurt to amuse the Decepticon and waved it slightly.

"What was that for, Screamer!" I barked at him.

He glared at me and looked at his wing; it sparked. I blinked and, holding him down with a finger, touched the wing again with my other finger. Starscream flinched and I did as well when a shot of electricity went through my finger. I stuck it in my mouth and sucked for a moment while holding Starscream down still.

"How the heck are you metal?" I asked, "Jazz is plastic, for Primus' sake!"

Starscream tried to bite my finger again and I sighed, picking him up by his foot. He squeaked in protest and grabbed onto my thumb, obviously not liking hanging upside down. "Oh calm down, you big baby," I snorted, "If I wanted to hurt you, I could crush you, remember? Or left you in that packaging."

"Put me down!" The higher-than-usual voice yelled up at me. I sighed and dropped him in my hand. "Oof!"

"How'd you get in my backpack?" I asked, stretching out and putting the seeker on my stomach. I watched him glare up at me and smirked, How does it feel? I thought, To be looking at someone that's much taller than you? And knowing that they could squish you in an instant if they wanted to? Well, that's how the humans you tease feel.

"I don't know." The seeker said, crossing his arms.

I frowned and poked him slightly, "C'mon, Screamer. Okay, why didn't you get out earlier? Why'd you wait for me to open up the backpack?"

"…Because I wanted to surprise you! See?" He pointed to my injured finger and I raised an eyebrow.

"You couldn't get the zipper to open, could you?"

"So that's what it's called…I-I mean, of course I could! If I wanted to!" Starscream said, but then glared when I threw his null rays up into the air and caught them. "Give those back!" He took a step and aimed at me, but then dropped his arm when he remembered he had no null rays.

"Not just yet…" I said, sitting back and grinning. I was enjoying this. I grabbed my purse and opened it up, "Hop in."

"Alex!" Hound gaped.

"What?" I asked, "He's only, what, six, seven inches tall? He can't do any damage!"

"You'd be surprised what that little…" Hound trailed off in a curse I couldn't pronounce, and wouldn't dare repeat, "could do."

I glanced down at Starscream, who was ginning evilly upon thinking about the possibilities. I sighed, knowing that Hound was right and produced a spool of thin twine from my purse. "Good thinkin'." I told the Autobot as I grabbed Starscream by his foot again and lifted him into the air.

Quickly, I wrapped it a few times around Starscream's waist and tied it behind his back. I bit off a bit of string and tied the other end to my purse, which gave Starscream about a foot of walking room. Tucking the twine away, I smiled. "How's that?"

"Perfect." Hound said and I got the impression that, if he could in car mode, the jeep would be grinning from headlight to headlight.

Starscream tried frantically to untie the knot from behind his back, but couldn't get it. He growled and, out of desperation, tried to bite through the twine, but it didn't work. If anything, it only made me raise an eyebrow. He glared up at me and pointed to the string, "Untie me, human!"

"Um…no. Sorry." I said, putting him back down in my purse. He glared up at me and tried to fly, but his wing sparked again. Frowning, I reached for it, but Starscream hit my finger away again. "What happened to it?" I asked.

"Your computer hit it while you were running, human." He growled, but it was obvious I didn't believe it; or at least, I didn't believe it completely.

"What happened to you?" I poked his chest gently.

"Hmph!" Starscream looked away. "I do not have to tell anything to you, human!"

"Sure you don't…I'll figure it out…" With that, I tucked his null rays safely into a pocket of my bookbag, "Let's see…hmm…Megatron went to far this time?" Starscream looked up at me and I smirked, "When he used you as a punching bag, he went a bit to far…?" The seeker said nothing and I sighed, "Your silence says it all." I picked him up and petted his head. He snapped at my finger, but I moved it away in time.

"I am not your pet!" He snarled up at me.

"I never said you were." I snorted down at him.

"Now, now, children." Hound said, chuckling slightly. "No need to fight."

"He started it!" I pointed to Starscream, who pointed up at me.

"She did!" The seeker defended himself, "What am I saying? I don't gave to defend myself to you."

"You are, though." Both Hound and I pointed out. Starscream growled and opened his mouth to say something, but then pointed up behind me. I winced and groaned. "Megatron again?"

"Hound to Autobot Base!" Hound yelled as a shot nearly hit his tire. I groaned out loud and mentally.

"There's my answer…" I grabbed Starscream and stuffed him down into my purse. "Stay down!" I shut the cover over him and grabbed onto my backpack, holding to my chest tightly and shoving my purse down into it. I held onto the seat and yelled as Hound started to serve. "What's going on?!" I yelled.

"They popped a tire! Hang on, kid!" With that, the Autobot jumped off of the road and sailed into the air. I screamed and closed my eyes, loosing my stomach the moment he turned. He hit the ground hard and the car trembled, but kept going. "Ya okay?"

"We're gonna die!" I yelped, "I'm gonna throw up, then we're gonna die!"

"Not on my watch, kiddo." Hound tried to assure me as he turned quickly, going up on two wheels. Just as he went down to get on all four again, a shot hit the underneath of the car and we rolled.

I swear I think I screamed my lungs out as we rolled down one of the many hills and landed upside down. I panted and looked around as I hung there. "Ladies and gentlemen, another reason we wear seatbelts!" I pointed out, unhooking mine. I fell flat on my face, but quickly climbed out. "Hound? Hound, you okay?" I asked, trying frantically to push the jeep back onto his wheels.

"Ugh…ooh…" A groan was all I got from the Autobot as I continued to try to push him over.

"Get me out of here!!" I heard Starscream's voice scream from inside my backpack and purse. I groaned and shook my head, trying to push the vehicle over.

"C'mon, Hound! Roll over!" I paused and then blinked. "I did not mean that in a dog-like way." I continued to push him, but couldn't make him move. Finally, the Autobot moaned and transformed, lying on his back.

"That hurt." He muttered, sitting up and rubbing his arm. "Ooh…"

"At least you're alive." I muttered under my breath, but then yelped and jumped when a shot nearly blasted my backpack. I grabbed it up, "But we may not be for long. Transform already!"

"I can't! My tires are flat!" Hound rolled over and covered me with his body, creating a holographic image just as a shot hit his back. He bit back a yell and looked down at me. "Say nothing." He whispered.

"I've seen this show before!" I hissed back, "I know what to do!"

Hound let out a yell and rolled off of me; the holographic image disappeared and I whimpered, staring up at Soundwave. The Decepticon reached down and I yelled, running over to Hound.

"Get up! Get up!" I kicked him, but he wouldn't budge. He was in stasis. "Oh no! Oh no, oh no, oh no!" I quickly played a game of Iny Meany Miny Moe and ran in one random direction.

"Starscream detected." Soundwave's voice said from behind me and I yelped, running faster. I didn't want to know how he knew that I had the seeker; I just knew I wanted to run.

Suddenly, I felt everything stop moving and looked down. My feet were moving, but I wasn't. I glanced up and squeaked. Rumble had me by the scruff of my collar and was holding me a few inches off of the ground as Soundwave and Megatron came closer. "I have no idea where Starscream is!" I yelped out, struggling.

Megatron opened his mouth to say something, but then realized what I said. He narrowed his optics and bent down, "Where is he, human? You fleshies wouldn't say something like that unless you know something…"

"…Search me?" I shrugged. "I have no idea…"

"Good idea…" He offered me to Soundwave and the mech put his fingertips to my head. I felt a jolt of energy go through me and the Decepticon blinked. He pointed to my book bag and Rumble snatched it from me.

"Hey! Give it back!" I yelled.

Rumble ignored me and ripped it open. He snorted at the laptop and then spotted my purse. Opening it, his visor lit up. "Ah-ha…" He reached in and pulled out Starscream. "Is this what you were scanning, Soundwave?"

"Affermitive." Soundwave nodded.

"It's a toy!" Megatron snorted, glaring at the unresponsive Starscream. He snatched the toy and crushed it in his hand, dropping me.

"Starscream!" I yelped, looking up. Oh, that was totally going to screw up the time line and the line of events to come for the Transformers. Especially when time for the Transformers movie to happen.

Megatron dropped the pieces at my feet and growled. "Find that deserter! Now!" He yelled, flying off with Soundwave and Rumble at his heels.

"Oh man! Oh man!" I picked up the pieces of Starscream and held them in my hands. I spotted something and touched one of the wings.

"Ow!" A familiar, high-pitched voice squeaked. "That hurts."

"Starscream?" I asked, looking around.

"Shut up, human." Starscream grumbled, crawling out of my book bag. He held up the edge of the string that had been tied around his waist and I noticed it was singed. "Make sure next time, you keep my null rays farther from me." He grumbled and then saw what happened to the toy Megatron had squished. He winced and I noticed the look on his face; he was glad that certainly wasn't him.

"But-but…how? What about…?" I put the pieces of the seeker in my purse and Starscream cackled. I narrowed my eyes. "You destroyed my G1 repaint!" I screeched, "I worked hard to paint that thing!"

He cackled. "Sorry, but it was that thing or my life. And I'm a Decepticon, human." He winked, "I put myself before others." He yelped when I yanked him up and started to crush his body. "What-What are you doing?!"

"I worked hard on that thing! It was the last Skywarp I could find!" I yelled, feeling his wings bend in my hand. His face twisted with pain and he tried to get away, but my grip only increased. "You little-!"

He squeaked and struggled harder. "Put me down! You're crushing me, human!" The seeker looked up at me desperately, but I ignored the pitiful look. Slag that Decepticon! I took – and still do – great pride in my work and he…he dared to offer it up as a sacrifice to save his pitiful hide! I squeezed harder and Starscream yelled in pain, trying to kick me.

I hissed as his wing shot out more sparks, singing my hand. I dropped him and he hit the ground, panting hard. "My-My wings!" His voice sounded surprised and I looked down; his wings were not longer straight, they were bent so they nearly encased his body. He put his hands on the edges and tried to push them to straighten them, but that only caused him pain.

I realized what I had done and gently picked him up. He tried to twist away from my hand, but I held him still. "If I can get some tools…" I touched one of the wings tenderly and he flinched away. He aimed his null ray at me and fired; it hit my cheek and I yelped, but didn't drop him. "I deserved that, huh?"

"Hey! You okay?" Sideswipe's voice asked as Starscream opened his mouth to say something. I nodded and the Autobot picked me up. "Whoa! Starscream!" He tried to snatch the mech, but I slapped my hand over the other. "What?"

"Don't touch him." I glared, but then it softened. "Where's Hound? He okay?"

"Ratch is takin' him back to the base now." Sideswipe nodded, transforming. I cursed as I fell into his seat.

"I keep telling y'all to warn me when you do that!" I fumed, letting go of Starscream so the seeker could sit on my shoulder as I logged into my computer.

"What happened to the seeker?" Sideswipe's obvious disdain for Starscream shone like a thousand stars in that sentence as I typed in my password.

"Same thing that happened to Jazz." I didn't bother to look up from my computer as Jerry's smilie appeared. I grinned at it and Starscream looked confused. "Heyas, Jerr."

"Good evening, young miss." Jerry's British accent was still there, but he sounded a bit more Queen's British then normal British.

"Quit the accent, dude." I sighed, then glanced up at Sideswipe's radio, "Megatron went too far this time when he used Starscream as a punching bag." I informed the red Lambo Twin. "And he also crushed the toy Starscream I had with me…"

"Ow." Jerry winced, knowing how I was about my repaints.

"Yeah." I agreed.

"You have a toy Starscream?" Sideswipe snorted, "What about me?"

"You're hard to find, dude, you and your brother…but I do want your toys!" I nodded to the car as Starscream slid down my arm and activated Spider Solitaire. He began to play and I leaned back. "Really!"

"How rare?" Sideswipe asked.

"A lot of people have one, they've quit making them…so it's hard to get you…" I sighed, "Really hard…" I patted Starscream's head and the seeker growled, continuing his game as Jerry helped him out. "Just like this guy…that's why I was ecstatic when I managed to repaint my extra Skywarp toy into one…but then at Christmas I got him…oh well. Had two Starscreams." I shrugged.

"You could have sold one." Jerry suggested in a Yankee accent; it made me twitch. Northerners…

"Good thing the human didn't or I'd be in pieces." Starscream inputted as he put an ace on a two.

"Who asked you?" Jerry and Sideswipe asked.

Starscream grumbled, but said nothing as he continued to play while we rode back to the Ark in silence. Once there, I gently picked him up and put him in my purse, closing my laptop. "Hey!" He complained, but I put my finger in front of my mouth, telling him to shush.

As soon as Sideswipe had transformed, I ran for the rec. room, not really wanting to talk to any member of the Ark until I found a place to hide Starscream. And get him tied up so he couldn't hurt anyone.


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