I promise that not all of these will be sad...but this is what's coming out at the moment. Looking over the prompt list I have some...interesting ideas for some of them, so hold tight!
Warnings for slash and pre-war Cybertron.
Not mine...and thanks for reviewing!
-4- Curious "I need to /know./ Knowledge is the sharpest blade that exists."
"I can't wait to see what, exactly, is out there." Starscream declared on the evening before they were to depart on their expedition. Skyfire was packing a decent-sized container full of datapads, and he turned to face Starscream, smiling fondly at his partner.
"Actually, Star, there really isn't a whole lot in /space/, per se. The planets, on the other hand..." His soft, even tone was teasing, and the volatile Seeker stuck out his glossa at the shuttleformer.
"There are /things/ in space. Detritus, dust, solar flares, solar /winds/..." Starscream said pompously, trying to force his own container closed. He'd shoved too much into it, and the lid bulged ominously. "I know what you mean, though." He grinned when Skyfire came over and pressed down hard on the lid, enabling Star to lock it tight. "I still can't wait to go."
"It /is/ dangerous, and we do have a job to do." Skyfire reminded the Seeker. He'd been on numerous such expeditions to discover new sources of energon, and they were nowhere near as romantic and exciting as Starscream seemed to believe they would be. He didn't want to dash his hopes completely, though- Star looked so much better when he smiled.
"I know, 'Fire. We'll do all that /and/ see the galaxy." Starscream said, unceremoniously plopping his aft onto the shuttle's lap. "This will be the best thing for us, you'll see. And then when we get back..." His grin widened.
"Yes. This is our trial, and if we are /sure/, we'll bond when we return." Skyfire said, gently petting Starscream's wings.
The Seeker curled into the larger frame, not saying a word. "Let's go 'charge, 'Fire. We have a long day ahead of us."
The Decepticon Air Commander shut down the memory file with a sigh. By the Cybertronian calendar, it was /that/ day again. He always took a joor to remember him on this day, and even his trine didn't say a word.
Curiosity. It was still a driving force within him, but he wished that it hadn't cost him quite so much. Was he ever that mech, the one in the files? So young and hopeful? He wondered sometimes.