Title:: Not Broken
Verse:: Transformers: Prime
Pairing:: None.
Genre:: General
Rating:: M for violence and other things that I'm too lazy to write right now..
Disclaimer:: I do not own anything, if I did, I would not be writing fanfiction.
Warning:: This chapter holds mild violence and twisted canon episodes.
Note:: Thank you all for your reviews, story favs and alerts. This chapter is a bit different than the last one. I do hope you enjoy it. This is also unbeta'ed, so I'm sorry for any mistakes. If you find some, let me know and I'll fix them. =)
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Onlining his optics, the seeker groaned as he felt someone watching him. He figured it to be Thundercracker so he shifted and grinned, turning his helm. Although what he spotted wasn't his beloved wingmate, he scowled and sat up, his clawed hand resting upon his head and optic sensors glowing with a glare. "What is it, Soundwave," he nearly snarled. "And who gave you the right to come in here?"
The Communications Officer did not answer, he only stared at the seeker with that blank screen. It unnerved Starscream, but he could tell what the mech wanted; orders, anything to do whilst their master was away. However, the Second in Command was not in the mood, he hadn't heard from Thundercracker or Skywarp since the day before. He worried about them, where they'd went, and why they weren't with him at this very moment.
"Go away," he murmured while lifting himself from the berth. When the officer just tilted his helm, he scowled and hovered over the smaller mech. "Did you not hear me, Soundwave?" The eyes and ears of the Decepticons seemed to consister what the mech said, then turned and began heading towards the doors to Starscream's quarters.
"This way," came the voice of Starscream himself, from the officer's being.
Starscream narrowed his optics, "Of all the times, you want me to follow you? Pathetic, I am not—" there was pause, a threatening echo of his leader's voice and the seeker lowered his helm, glaring at the annoying officer. "Fine." He added to himself, while following Soundwave out, "You'll also be the first to go, you pathetic cretin."
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There was still no Thundercracker or Skywarp, Starscream realized as he waited for his plan to go into action. He didn't know if he was doing the right thing, his processor muddled with thoughts of what could happen or if this plot would even successed. He needed his wingmates, they would tell him the truth and give opinions he would never think of. Yet they weren't there, so he went forward and sent orders, commands to capture a human ally of the Autobots.
"Where are you," Starscream scowled. "You should be here, you're always here! I need your help and your missing, what am I supposed to do? Are you trying to—"
"Commander Starscream," a nameless Decepticon called out.
"What," he snapped, turning to the smaller being.
"Your captive is here."
"Excellent."
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He felt an odd excitement at his own actions. He was enjoying the torture, the torment that followed in his own footsteps. He felt superior for once, for once it wasn't him that was at the receiving end of this. His cooling fans kicked on while he held the prod, grinning madly and scanning the room, looking for his brothers. His spark clenched when he didn't see them, remembering that they weren't even alive. He nearly dropped the prod, and he turned away from the scene for a moment.
"What is going on," he thought darkly. "… they're not here, because they're dead… but… I saw them…" He shook his helm to clear his head, turning back to his prisoner. "No,they're not offline. I know they'll come. They always do, I have no right to doubt them. Until then… let's just see what an organic body can take."
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Smashing a servo into the wall, Starscream snarled at his own failure. He fled, of all the times to find himself fleeing, he never felt so disgraced. "I almost had him, I almost had the location of the base," he snarled to himself. "I would have had it if they would have been there! They should have been there to help, they could have stopped them from interferring!"
"Starscream," a voice bellowed through the halls, causing the seeker to stop dead. His crimson optics turned, staring ahead with pure fear and regret.
"Where are you," he murmured in his processor. "He's going to kill me and where are you? Why aren't you here? What did I do wrong? Why weren't you here when I needed you?" He cringed and stepped forward, debating silently on whether or not to go to his master. However, even the seeker knew the longer he wanted, the harsher the punishment. He scowled, more at himself himself then the absent brothers, because deep within his processor, he knew that they were dead. He then moved forward, heading down the lengthy hall, towards what just could be his death.
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He nursed his injuries in the privacy of his private quarters, optics glaring at the locked door. He nearly screeched in pain as his talons grasped desperately at the wires that had been ripped viciously from their ports, during the attack by Megatron. He shuddered while he connectioned one of the loose wires, nearly convulsing at the raw emotion – pain, anger, hatred. He pushed through it, gasping and twitching, and soon had found that the job was finished. There was still a stinging sensation left behind, servos trembling and helm bobbing up and down as he tried to calm himself.
"Where the slag are you," he hissed in his mind, shaking his helm to clear it completely. "Where the frag did you go, you stupid glitches? I needed you, I need you now. Is this punishment? Did I do something to upset you? You glitches, this isn't right nor is it fair!" He was so angry, so tired. "Why aren't you here when I am in need? We are a trine! We need to stick together!"
He found himself curled against his berth, helm tucked in his arm which was clearly wrapped around it. He was exhausted, too tired to continue to be so angry, but he still felt… hurt. Not because of his injuries, he needed his brothers here with him. "Why aren't you here," he murmured. "Why?"
As his optics began to shut down, he barely caught a blur of blue and another of purple. He wanted to scowl and continue to be upset with them, but he couldn't. He just smiled as he felt the brush of his oldest brother's talons against his helm. He sensed a flicker of comfort enter his iced spark, relaxing him and luring him into a recharge. He tried to fight it, wanting to see his brothers, to speak to them, but the touches were too much for his exhaustion.
"We'll be here when you online, Star," the blue seeker cooed to his little brother, stroking his helm. "We promise, right, 'Warp?"
"Of course," the purple jet's voice checked. Starscream felt his warmth next to him, cuddled up to his back and mindful of his wings. "Just sleep, Screamer." He did. He found each one of his systems shutting down for a much needed recharge. He could feel them until the very last system shutdown, memories of his brothers on Cybertronian, before the war, teasing him for the first time in such a long time.
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A/N: I'm looking for a beta, again. I have a few I could ask, but I prefer not to. If you wish to help, drop me a message. :)