A/N: Don't own Transformers. I own my originals. I don't hold myself responsible if you dislike the story. :D
"Cause
if he didn't care for me
I could have never made him mad
He hit
me and I was glad" – Hole
Data was repaired within the morning, but still ached slightly afterward, especially her mind. The sheer anticipation of reading through the file was nearly unbearable as pieces of her were welded back together. She received direct orders after she was fixed- she may rest for two hours, but must report to the throne room directly afterward.
Back in her quarters, Data smiled hopefully to herself, scrolling through her file. Her newest addition begged to be opened, or rather, she begged herself to open it, and complied. The list was huge; seekers were a highly desired position, after all.
She had to take a while to reach the M's, and there, surely enough was the name Moonstrike. Immediately Data loaded her individual profile, grinning silently to herself. The only picture provided looked like it was from a faded group shot- she was in the back, so only her head was visible. A smile was evident on her discolored face, and her tangerine paint looked more like peach. Data looked through the rest of the profile. There was no family information, no history. To this archive, it seemed as though she had only died, not lived. Data sighed, having hoped to get more information, but now it appeared to be impossible to learn anything more about her. Unless she could convince Starscream… She laughed at the likeliness of that.
At least I know she existed, Data thought silently, but why do I know of her? Not to mention… Data could not let go of Starscream's words, no matter how hard she tried. She wouldn't, couldn't be an Autobot! However, as much as she wanted to throw a tantrum, she decided she was not that immature. With a sigh, she scanned over the article regarding Moonstrike for a second time, as if to pick up more information. Useless, she thought, without anyone to explain it. Data lay back on her recharge bunk, the ceiling offering no look of sympathy. She grew bored of this, and went offline for the remaining hour.
"Are you okay, Moonstrike?" questioned Comet, eyes wide. Moonstrike clutched her left arm.
"I-I'm fine," she smiled, "Just a scratch."
"It looks bad."
"Comet… It was just training. I'll be fine. I can fix I up at home."
"But—"
"Once you start going to the academy, Comet, you'll understand. It's not a big deal to me."
"I-I told you I don't want to fight!"
"You'll have to. By the time you're old enough, it'll be mandatory," Moonstrike sighed, the other femme moving away from her.
"That's not true!" Comet cried. "I'm not going to fight! You'll see!" With that, she marched off, away from Moonstrike, furious. She wasn't concerned with where she was heading, as long as it was far away from Moonstrike. Perhaps she was bitter, but with reason! It was Autobots that killed her parents, and she would not allow them that same pleasure with her.
Lost in her thoughts, she began to be lost in the physical world as well. She didn't know this area; usually, she would only stay close to the places she knew, especially when she was alone. Looking around for anyone she deemed trustworthy, she spotted a young seeker- younger than Moonstrike- and ran to catch up with him, tugging on his hand.
"C-Can you help me? I-I got lost…"
Data sighed.
"It must be nice to have seekers who don't completely hate you, huh? These have to be only dreams." She laughed to herself and stretched before walking down to the throne room, her joking disappearing completely.
"Right on time," she whispered, before entering with a bow. Megatron was leaning back on his throne, a pleased look on his face, and Starscream stood to one side of it, impatient. Data winced as she resumed her stance from the bow.
"Y-You summoned me here, Lord Megatron?" questioned Data, doing her best to ignore the seeker's sneering.
"There are things to discuss," the leader growled, glaring at the both of them one after the other. "Your little… Shall we say, disagreement, did not end simply." Data frowned.
"As you now know," he turned to Data, "You're almost completely Autobot… the key word being almost."
"That's absurd!" shrieked Starscream. "That idiot's all Autobot!" Megatron ignored him.
"They did discover Decepticon parts while repairing you." Both Data and Starscream stared at the tyrant, Data in hope, Starscream in disgust.
"I-I'm pleased to hear that, s-sir," stammered Data with a slight smile, "B-But this… does it change anything?"
"Not until we find more of your origin."
"I-I see. I-I looked through that file I received… B-But all I know now is that Moonstrike simply existed how I had seen her- b-but this tells me nothing of who I am." She bowed her head.
Starscream was sick of this garbage. What a waste of time she was- what benefit was this to them? More importantly, what benefit was it to him? Why he had to be here was a mystery to him.
"Starscream!" growled Megatron. "Assist Data in uploading her memory files to the main computer."
"Oh, of course, mighty Megatron! It's not as if I had anything better to do… Come on, you little pest." Data scrambled over to follow the disgruntled seeker.
"If any injuries result, Starscream… You know how severe I can be." Starscream muttered to himself, and even Data did not catch a word he said as they returned to the database room.
Data had begun to get a hold of this. Plugging herself in, she selected the files containing the dreams involving the two femmes, choosing to send them to the outside source; this was much more relaxing than the reverse procedure, but took more time. She felt a slight tugging on the cable, causing her to look over to where she had been exporting her memories- but it wasn't the computer.
"It's a pity you don't pay more attention," sneered Starscream, who had the other end of the cable. Data lowered her head; it was too late to cancel the transfer.
"Don't worry- I'm just curious what all the fuss is about." Data was still.
"Think about it this way- you only get your precious upgrade after doing so much service, correct?"
"Y-Yes, sir."
"Then come here. I need you to do me a favor." Data walked toward him, curious, yet afraid.
"Y-Yes, sir?" She jumped as his hand touched the side of her face.
"Don't even think about forgetting how much I hate you," he snarled, scarlet optics glittering as they met Data's fearful emerald ones.
Data had never been kissed before. If she could do it over, she would have wished for the time she received her first to occur under different circumstances. There was a pause.
"Dismissed." Data did not hesitate to leave, a cloud of confusion following her out. She had just begun to turn into another corridor when her hands were grabbed on either side and she was pulled back the way she came, hearing a pair of giggles.
"Energon, Data!"
"First come, first serve!" Data couldn't help but laugh at Rumble and Frenzy whenever they met, and she did not mind at all.
Today has been peculiar.
"You're
a little bit damaged, I'm a sucker for that
so in the moment I
lost you, I wanted you back
but that's a feeling that's fading,
and I'm closing the door
and all that I felt then, I don't feel it
anymore" –Lauren Hoffman
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