Starscream's helm swayed gently as he was carried out of the room he had spent so much time in. He could barely focus, but he knew whose arms were around him, cradling him. "Skywarp...?"
"Shut up," the mech breathed. "You're not supposed to be talking. We're gonna get you all patched up and then we're taking you home."

He moved his helm so it rested on his brother's arm. His insides were still outside, but Starburst was carrying a drip of Energon for him, the needle wedged in his ankle this time. Thundercracker carried his wings.

"Where are we going?"
"Starscream..." Skywarp sighed as he walked, shaking his helm. Energon was crusting on his neck and face, but Starscream had a feeling it wasn't his or his brothers.

"I won't stop talking..."

"I figured that out. We're going onto the Lost Light. We've got a few surprises for you."

Starscream closed his optics with a sigh. "It better be good surprises..."

"I think you'll find them good."

ooo

Starscream woke up with a jolt as cool metal pressed against his back wounds. He arched, crying out, and then there were soft servos touching his broken frame. He whimpered, then sighed as the metal under him started to warm up.

"There we go," someone purred. "I told you he'd like the heated berth."

"Enough preening, Perceptor. Let's get him patched up."

Starscream's helm rolled to see the fuming medic. "Ratchet."

"Starscream," he greeted. He touched the Seeker's helm. "We've been looking for you. Sorry it took us so long for us to show up."

"It was around the right time, I'd say," Starscream wheezed.

A medic by his ped laughed softly. "A few minutes earlier never hurt anyone."

Starscream closed his optics as he made a soft sound. He smiled.

"Alright, enough chatter. Let's get this mech all patched up."

When the medics were done, there were all sizes of bandages on the Seeker, and visitors were pressing him on all sides.

He recognized a few of the mechs, like his brothers, but a few he didn't know. And there were a few mechs he couldn't believe were actually there.

"Megatron?"

The silver mech was studying him, smiling a little. The Autobot insignia gleamed on his chest. "Hey, Starscream..."

Skywarp knelt by his brother and rubbed his helm. "He was worried sick about you. All he would whimper about was if you were okay."
"Why?" Starscream looked at the former warlord skeptically. "So you can kill me yourself?"

"Because you two had been in a relationship when you disappeared," Thundercracker breathed. Megatron had flinched at his words and Ratchet was quick to explain.

"He probably as a few lost memories..."

"A few!?" Starscream bared his denta a little.

"And he's a little scared right now," Ratchet finished, ignoring Starscream.

Skywarp leaned his helm into Starscream's shoulder, pushing and whining. "You've been gone for so long..."

Starscream stared at Megatron. There was no fragging way he was in a relationship with the warlord. He never got into relationships...

But then he saw Starburst, wringing her servos and he sighed gently. "I've forgotten a lot."

Skywarp chuckled softly. "We can fill you in.."

A purple mech knelt in front of him, taking his servo. "Hey, Starscream. You're looking good."

Starscream blinked a little. "Cyclonus?"

He chuckled and nodded very slowly, his smile disappearing. "You've been gone a long time." He reached over and pinched Skywarp's audio, making the mech whine affectionately. "Several mechs cried for you."

Starscream scoffed and looked down at his wheeled chair, putting his servos down on the hoops used to move it on his own. He smiled a little and sighed as he moved forward on his own. Mechs and femmes jumped out of his way. He leaned his helm back as he wheeled to a stop and he rubbed his servos, whining. Pain crept up his arms to his spark and he clutched his chest. "Ow..."

Starburst knelt and took his servos, sighing. "Probably an infection."

Ratchet growled. "We cleaned it up as best as we could. If Nightscream comes back with the rest of Starscream, we'll get his claws back."

Starscream sighed and curled his claws into fists. "Is Tarn functioning?"
Megatron snorted. "After your ex-mate and siblings got to him? Not likely." He crossed his arms over his chest and chuckled. "I heard Tarn cried like a baby when Thundercracker got his servos on him."

"Thundercracker!" Starscream wheeled his chair around to face his youngest sibling. "Violence is never the answer!"

The blue Seeker tapped his digits together. "He made me mad..."

Starscream laughed, tipping his helm back, and then cried out as his abdomen started throbbing. He curled into a ball. "Medic! Medic!"

"You're fine, Starscream." Ratchet touched his bandaged stomach with an ice pack. "Your insides would rather be on the outside. I wouldn't be surprised if you pulled some stitches, but I don't see Energon on the bandages."

Starscream sighed. "Do I have to stay in the MedBay?"

"It's advised, but if you want to have your own quarters, well...I won't keep you in a MedBay."

"I'll stay in the MedBay..." He wheeled his chair towards the berth, touching the warm slab. "Heated berths?"

"Yeah. Percy's idea." Ratchet smiled a little and he helped him onto the berth. "I think you should sleep now. Starburst and Nightshade are going to reattach your wings."

Starscream nodded and he let the medic lift him up onto the berth and lay him on his belly. He pulled the plush pillow under his helm and he nuzzled it. He watched the medics as they worked quietly, cleaning up tools and surfaces. Starscream felt cool servos on his back and he relaxed while his wings were secured back into place, and the last thing he felt was feeling seep back into his wings.