Some of you may not be too thrilled with this chapter. It's kinda sad, sorry. But everything happens for a reason, and it will all get better. I promise.
Point of view starts off with Narrator's, then goes to Starscream's.
"Powerglide, you mean to tell me Starscream is sparked?" Optimus investigated the red glider for any signs of deceit, but found none.
"Yeah, I heard the other two seeker's talking about it on their way back to the Nemesis after the battle. I guess Megatron went ballistic on him after the whole time machine-incident thing and sparked him," Powerglide told like it was a story.
Skyfire instantly lit up, anxious to hear more about his old lover's sparkling. "How far along is he? Is he okay? Is the sparkling a mech or femme? Is it a seeker? Oh, I bet it's a seeker! Has he found a name yet? When will it-" he was cut off by Optimus Prime.
"Easy, Skyfire. I'm sure Powerglide has told us all he knows. Haven't you, Powerglide?" Optimus gestured his servo to his friend, urging him to answer.
"Uh, yeah, I have. Sorry Sky," Powerglide shrugged his shoulders.
Skyfire nodded his held, "that's unfortunate," he muttered. Just then Ratchet came in, looking about frantically for a certain...
"Skyfire, come with me, I've got some news you've been wanting to hear," he said cheerfully, waving to the jet. Skyfire followed him back to the med-bay and was promptly handed a data-pad.
"So, this says I am, so that must mean..."
Rachet cut him off, "you're sparked Skyfire! Congratulations!" Rachet gave his friend a quick hug and a pat on the back.
Skyfire smiled wildly. "I have to go tell Omega. He'll be so happy!"
"Starscream," I heard him say. He walked back over to me and touched his servo to the side of my helm.
"Why did you over-energize?" I asked again, turning my head from him. He looked like he was at least pondering my question, or answering it rather.
"I'll tell you, if you tell me," he finally said.
"Tell you what?" I asked, genuinely confused. Skywarp and Thundercracker came and sat with me next. Skywarp grabbed my servo and I squeezed his, waiting for Megatron's answer.
"What kind of feelings you have for me," he said quietly, sitting on the edge of the berth.
I was stunned. What kind of question was that? Who in the world told him I have feelings for him? Who could...?
Skywarp.
I turned my helm and glared at my brother, a guilty look spreading across his face plates. Shaking my helm I turned back to Megatron, weighing both outcomes of this situation.
If I truly admit my feelings, he'll think I'm weak and he'll kill me, but...
"I hate you. I hate everything you are, I hate everything you ever have been, and I hate everything you ever will be. I hate this thing you've forced to grow inside of me. I hate the way you make me feel when something goes wrong, usually thanks to you. I hate the way you scrunch your face plates when you laugh. I hate your snoring. I hate the way you rub your cannon when your injured. I hate your very existence. I. Hate. You," I lied. I lied my aft off right there. It took every bit of venom I had, every bit of self-control to say it without looking hurt myself.
I focused my optics on Megatron, looking for any signs as to what he was feeling or thinking at the moment. I saw what looked like a flash of hurt, and then all I saw was anger and fury walk out the med-bay doors.
After they slid shut, TC looked back at me and Skywarp gripped my servo tighter. My blue trine mate asked me quietly and confused, "why the frag would you say that?"
I offlined my optics and started crying, shamelessly this time. "I don't want to die," I whispered.
"Oh 'Screamer, he said he wasn't going to kill you! He loves-," Skywarp tried to comfort me, but I didn't need lies to make me feel better.
"Don't you dare finish that sentence, Skywarp," I threatened.
It was Thundercracker's turn to try and help. "Starscream, you don't understand. While you were under the sedatives, Megatron brought us all out, to the first energy resource we found, to raid energon to keep you and the sparkling alive. He risked his own life to help save yours. Optimus Prime had him pinned down, Ionic Blaster pointed right at his helm. Megatron was about to die, but some how he was stronger than he ever has been before. He pushed Optimus off of him like he was nothing. I wouldn't lie to you, Starscream. He was stronger because of you. You were the reason to push on through today. I don't care what you think, that mech loves you."
I took in his words, but didn't believe I truly was the reason. I bit my mouth plates and started crying harder. Why would they say these things? Why would they try to make me feel like the bad guy?
"Where's Hook? I need him," I managed to sob out. I calmed myself as much as I could, drying my optics and regulating my venting cycles.
"Right here," he replied, coming out of his office as if waiting for a cue.
"I need you to get this thing out of me, now," I said. Hook looked scared for a moment, and I for the life of me couldn't figure out why.
"Starscream, Megatron ordered him not to," Thundercracker said. I looked at him and then over to Hook, not being able to believe his words.
"Is that true?" I asked. How could Megatron do this to me? How could he force me to have a sparkling? What kind of torturous punishment was that?
"Yes, it's true. I'm sorry," he said, his voice went monotone.
I couldn't believe it. I blinked the liquids from my optics and just, stared. But I had already made a decision. I didn't want this, thing. Even if Megatron didn't kill me, I knew I couldn't deal with something as weak and defenseless as a sparkling. But I also knew I couldn't deal with knowing if I did have one, and I didn't raise it, someone else would be raising my sparkling. Someone else would be starving it, beating it, telling it it's worthless, taking advantage of it...
"I'm sorry, sire," I whispered. I opened my spark chambers, dead set on what I was going to do.
I saw my own spark, basking in all it's glory. Then I saw the bane of my existence, that little blue spark floating near my own. I heard someone gasp close to me, presumably Skywarp, but before anyone could force me to do anything or not do anything, I grabbed the little thing and tore it from my chest.
Nothing Megatron had ever done to me had ever felt that painful. Nothing ever compared to it. Nothing ever would compare. I'd rather die than live through it again. It was excruciating, but it was necessary.
It's funny, watching a spark die. A poor, tiny, defenseless spark. A spark that never had a chance at life. It just, fizzled out in my servo. And it's gone. Something that takes so much complicated coding, so much time to make, and it just, fizzles out.
That was the last thing I saw before a world of black enveloped me.
Author's Note:
I know! I know! I'm sorry :/
It will get better! I promise! There's one more sad part, but it'll get a lot better and happier! Trust me!
No more hints other than that though, I don't want to spoil anything.
Again, I'm sorry.
