Title: Reclamation
Verse: Shattered Glass
Series: Shattered Glass AU
Rating: M for many bad things.
Warnings: Violence. Non-Con. Voyeurism. Sticky. D: Suicidal thoughts. :( Psychotic bots.
Pairings: Jazz/Starscream. Optimus Prime/Starscream
Summary: Pat 4 of ?
Creepy!Optimus is creepy.
Note: Resurrection Sunday/Weekly Request Prompt: Jazz/Starscream – obsession...but that was fail since I dragged Optimus in on it. So, super!Fail on that front. :3 Transformers is not mine.

Jazz-

The seeker recharged fitfully, but I did not want to wake him. I was too busy freaking out over what I did. I had done some incredibly foolish things in my life. This, was by far at the top of that list. Far, far at the top. I could not, in fact, drag a single incident from my processor to top it. It was too late to truly regret it though. I set our course for Trenzalore. We could hide there for a time. The plains were beautiful during this season. It was not New Vos, but perhaps that could even be a stop on our journey. I knew Starscream would appreciate being among his own kind. I was still uneasy about it. I did not want him to get ideas. Not about that in any case.

I was not usually one to avoid doing what needed to be done. I had, strangely enough dreaded fixing Starscream's coding, or at least adjusting what I could. The coding was elegant. Simple, yet so entrenched in his functioning. I changed what I could. I was good, thankfully. It helped that he did not struggle against me. I kept him sedated, and he barely made a sound. Barely. I expected more tears when he woke. I had just ripped the one pillar away from him. Perhaps the one thing hat kept him stable, odd as it sounded. Perhaps, I would be that in time. I could only hope, as odd as that was.

I vented loudly, it didn't disturb him as I worked. The programming would recognize me when he woke. I couldn't see how he would be happy with it. I am not sure I would blame him in this case, as I set to work fixing other things. First his panel, then his coloration nanites. I finally settled on black, and made the nanites in the etchings the same color. It was the easiest way to go. Far easier than removing them. He looked handsome that coloration, but I doubted he would see it that way. It was just one more piece of his identity that had been stripped away. Had I been in his place, I would be equally alarmed.

I know I didn't want to change myself, but ended up doing so anyway, settling on silver, and changing my frame enough so I would not be recognized as myself. Spiky armor, and sleek lines. It would do. I thanked my creators for the millionth time for sparking my ember as a chimera. Being about to change my appearance so radically was no small blessing. Few enough new about it. Few being no one but my brother. It is a gift that got a bot killed. My kind were not to be trusted. I tried not to dwell that I was not going to be one of the unlucky ones. I had seen enough of the shape-changing devils dismantles alive to do everything in my power not to be one.

The seeker was watching me, his optics wide, but he said nothing. I was sure he would have a surfeit of questions later. I knew I would.

"Feeling okay?" I found myself asking, and actually wanting an answer.

"Best as can be, all things considered." He finally said, cautiously.

"Mmmm...right. Kidnapping always leaves me sour too."

He pulled a face. "Maybe you shouldn't have done it the first time."

I ducked my head, "Would you have preferred I killed you?"

"Maybe." He said, looking unhappy. "What...what are you going to do with me?"

I watched him fret over it. "I don't know yet."

There was a flash of anger, and then the tears of leaking lubricants. I've never met a mech that cried so much. If any, he did have reason. "Then why did you take me? I...I had at least some-peace."

"He was killing you."

"Perhaps that would have been for the best." There was an empty look on his face. "I miss him."

He had only been with Prime a decivorn. I hated to see what he would have been like under the Prime's thumb after a vorn. "No, you do not." I found myself snapping. "You will stop this." I sighed, feeling a processor-ache coming on.

"As you wish..." He looked away, humiliated. "Master."

"Don't..." I vented heavily, and felt like I could strangle the seeker. "Perhaps you could work in the lab. It is towards the back. It isn't big, but...it might occupy your mind." It was why I had picked Marauder. It was a big enough starship to have a lab, albeit a small one, and had some of the best stealth-tech in the Prime's fleet. I was also more than nominally familiar with it, having taken it out on more than a few runs.

"I can?" he finally whispered.

"I wouldn't suggest it otherwise."

"Where are we going?"

"I-honestly-Trenzalore for now. Maybe New Vos later." I finally answered, as truthful as I could be. He deserved that at least. I looked at him hard for a moment. I still wanted him. Badly. But it could wait.

"You could take me home." He asked, hopeful.

"I'm not dropping you off on Megatron's doorstep. Get that out of your processor now. You aren't going back to Prime, or Megatron." I vented angrily. "You are mine. Don't ask again."

He flinched, and I hated it. It was what I wanted, and yet, I felt so blasted bad about it. That only made me more angry. I was becoming more soft-embered then those stupid Decepticons. I don't know when I had grown a conscious. I wondered for the first time if this was what Sideswipe had felt like. Why he had betrayed us?

Betrayed them. I corrected myself. I couldn't claim to be an Autobot. Not after this.

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Starscream-

If I found a measure of peace with Prime, I found none at all with Jazz. He refused to let me loll off in recharge all cycle. He pushed me off into the lab. Forced me to think, which was the last thing in the universe I wanted to do. I wanted to lie down, and off-line permanently. He refused me. Instead he kept me busy, and surprisingly, did not paw or grope me. It was...bizarre to say the least. I did not know what to think of any of it.

He was also a surprisingly comfortable travel companion. Trenzalore had been surprisingly pleasant. It was a placid and sprawling planet. Organic, with wide stretches of water that glimmered blue under their yellow sun. The cities were organic and flowed with the landscape. Surprisingly we blended in well enough in the trade cities. There was enough Non-organics and techno-organics that we did had no issue. I had no idea there were so many techno-organic species, and hybrids. The hybrids! The boggled my processor the slightest bit.

We explored it like tourists, and posed as a bonded pair. His alias fell surprisingly easy off of my processor. Meister somehow fit him, and he simply called me Star in public. Actually in private as well. It was disconcerting. No one but Skyfire has called me that. It still hurt. I doubted that it would ever stop.

"Credit for your thoughts?" Jazz asked, watching me as I jotted down notes from my latest experiment.

I looked up, and watched him for a moment, "Doubt it would be worth a credit. Not thinking much, honestly."

He frowned, and then nodded at me. "We need to leave Trenzalore soon."

I wasn't surprised. "Where are we going, master?"

"Mmm...I'm still thinking about it. Perhaps Valldon,or Delvia. One of the trade-worlds at least. It's easier to hide in those."

I nodded unable to look at him. I did not pretend to understand any of this. I looked down at myself, still unused to the color change. I did not know myself any longer. "If you wish."

Jazz looked me up at down, his gaze calculating. "I do. I don't want to be caught, and you shouldn't either."

I refrained from pointing out that I was already caught. I doubted her would want to hear it. I didn't even want to hear it. Sometimes I could even pretend it was my choice, and that I wanted to be there.

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Skyfire-

Prime was enraged. His rage shook the halls more than it ever had in the past. I even felt it myself, but held it deep in my spark. He ranted, raved and sounded altogether mad. That much, I witnessed. The steady glow of rage behind his optics burned anyone who dared meet them. I am not sure which stung more: Jazz's betrayal, or Star's theft.

I would like to say I was surprised, but in many ways I was not. He wasn't expecting such a betrayal, but I was. Granted, I had intended myself to be the one doing the betraying. I wanted my seeker! This, however, put a kink in any plans that I had. There were no sightings, and no one had any clue where the erstwhile Autobot had flown the coop to.

I was going to find them, and when I did I was going to rip Jazz's traitorous ember from his chamber. I was broken from my revelry by a shuffling noise. Ricochet was watching me.

I had always found the mech to be unsettling. He was a berserker, and I doubt he had much control over the fact. It made me idly wonder, for a klik what sort of deficiency his twin had. Aside from that he was paranoid, and as much as he loved his twin, I was equally sure he would kill Jazz given half a chance. Not a bad thing in my book. But he could as easily turn on me. And that was a bit of a problem, in my book.

"What?" I snapped finally, tired of waiting for the bot to speak up.

"I want to go with you."

"It's obvious enough. You are going to go after them." He growled. "I want first crack at Jazz."

"I don't know what you are talking about." I sneered. Of course I was going to go after them, but I wasn't' going to tell this monster.

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Starscream-

We fell into an odd pattern, living so close. We would read together in the mornings, the silence not uncomfortable. I would go putter in the lab for a few hours. It was never anything serious. More busy work, honestly. Something to occupy my time. I found it odd that he would indulge me this way. Prime never had. I was a decoration to grace his berth (or his lap.) It shamed me to think of it. Shamed me worse that I missed it still. It was easy. Easy to let my life slip away.

This, on the other hand, was hard. Jazz expected me to live. I didn't quite understand it. Even after all the time we had spent together on this crazy jaunt of his. I could not understand. I didn't know why he had stolen me away. Why he sacrificed what he had for this. Mostly, I did not understood why he still had not touched me or made any move to take me to his berth. I could tell he wanted to. It was obvious. He would look at me and sometimes his fans would kick on or his vents hitch. I wasn't sure why he was punishing himself with it. Why he was punishing us both. I could not say I would protest having him in my own berth, had I a choice in the matter. He had a certain appeal. I liked his sleekness, and the sharp edges, well I found them appealing as well.

"So, what do you think of it?" Jazz finally asked.

"Of?"

" Valldon." He barked a laugh.

"Not so different from Delvia, Litigara or Daffodil. Lot's of organics, lots of neutrals." I made myself smile. "And their energon is lacking."

"I will give you that." He agreed laughing. He moved closer. "Sadly, it is not safe to go to most of the planets in the commonwealth."

"Like the uncharted territories are much better."

Jazz shrugged, "They are uncharted for a reason. It's a good thing. Lots of places to hide."

I couldn't argue. He had kept us safe so far.

I refrained from rolling my optics. "As you say."

Jazz shrugged, "They are uncharted for a reason. Lots of places to hide."

I couldn't argue. He had kept us safe so far.

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New Vos was little enough like Vos. The Aeries did not rise above the ground in a weave of latticework and gleaming stone. There were no hanging gardens, no castles in the sky. I had been embered in on of those those towers. It was a good place to be born in. Sadly, it had fallen as swiftly as the Crystal City.

New Vos held none of the fragile beauty of my childhood home, nor the ethereal charm of the city of my youth. It was stark. Defensible. Beautiful in it's coldness. The towers rose up like knives, towering over each other as if they were racing each other to get away from dirt they were built on. It made me miss Vos and Cybertron even more with all its pretense at being a new home for our people. It was like a bad coloring job.

"We should not have came here." I hissed to Jazz, a feeling of dread settled in.

"We are hiding in plain sight, love. Don't get your processor in a knot."

I cringed inside, more from the endearment then anything. It was his newest habit. Love this, sweet-ember that. I did not trust it anymore than I trusted him. Yet there I was, strolling beside him on the streets of New Vos. The under-city was packed with merchants. Ground-pounders and Ariels alike. Even some Seekers. They sold exotic wares: Organic materials, precious gems, jewelry, modifications. It is could be imagined it was most likely here.

"You make that difficult." I said in turn, my tone tart.

He only laughed at me. He found much of what I did and said bordering on hilarious. He watched me, and I watched him back. We had been dancing this game for far too long. Three decavorns by my chronometer. It seemed like an eternity and at the same time no time at all. It was maddening.