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And... damn. Season three of Animated has broken my heart, It really has. I'm disappointed in the entire season. I won't give spoilers, but damn. I mean DAMN. This won't turn into a rant, but I don't think I've been so upset by an ending in my life. If they're serious about not having a season four, I'll be beyond mad, and I know I won't be the only one. I'm sorry for this, but I had to say it. This fanfic will continue as if nothing has happened, because it is AU and will remain AU. That is all. Enjoy the chapter.

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Chapter 7 : Music

Those who wish to sing always find a song. ~ Proverb

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"Hmm... seems in order..." The large bot looming above her said quietly, dropping Sarah's shirt. Her tubes were almost completely out, save for the feeding tube. And the burns he had given her when she had bled had healed to a mild, pale scar the size of a quarter. "No blood, no pain, no issues." He said, smiling. "Alright, as long as you're set, I'll be going now." Starscream said. Sarah blinked.

"You're leaving?" She was a little nervous, and just a bit of it peeked through her 'I'm pissed at everything' look. He wasn't going to leave her here, right? The jet made a rumbling noise in his chest, smiling. Wow, he could chuckle. Strange noise to hear coming from that... crazy robot jet thing. Sarah had heard him hum before, but only to that stupid Opera he was obsessed with. Lady Moth, or something like that. She didn't care, it was annoying. "Where will you be?"

"Just Earth. I can make excellent time if I leave at the right moment." He said, checking the box the tubes were hooked up to. Starscream looked at her, smirking. "It isn't for a few minutes, though. If I leave too early or too late, you could be stuck here for days..." He hadn't meant to sound so happy about it. The seeker tended to do that. It wasn't habit, it was him, and he was a little crazy. He blinked. "But luckily, I know what I'm doing." He then hummed with the aria.

"Can you... please... turn the opera down? You won't even be here to hear it and..." Sarah's voice ended in a groan and growl. Starscream smiled darkly. She was trying to be nice, and it just made her mad. He had learned that the human was, to put it lightly, bitter. And, for her age and species, she was too bitter.

"Well, since you asked me so nicely..." He went out of sight, and the music was shut off completely. He popped back in. "See how nice I can be, Sarah? I turned it completely off." He leaned down, grinning down at her in the tank. He blinked, and pulled away, one hand waving in front of his face. "Ugh, Primus, human! You smell like the deepest end of the pit!" He shrugged, and walked away. Sarah glared at his wings, they being all she could really see. It was dark on the moon.

"I'm...sorry...Lord Starscream." The words burned her throat. She wasn't sorry. "I'll... bathe... after you...return from..." She blinked, lifting her head, the hair falling out of her face. "Wait, what the hell are you doing exactly?"

He blinked at her, arms crossed. Well, this was a 'treat' for him. Sarah wasn't trying to hide herself from him. "I'm going to Earth. I am in need of... supplies. You are running low on oxygen. Don't panic, you're good for a few more days." He said, seeing her eyes go wide. Huh, they were the color humans called 'hazel'. A nice color for eyes, especially with her dirty blond hair. He blinked. "Now, I plan to move you onto a liquid diet soon enough, because the feeding tube will be out tomorrow."

The magenta seeker frowned at the glare she gave him. "Stop trying to burn holes into my wings. There will be enough of your kind doing that when I land." He growled. Starscream smiled, continuing. "I should be back in about six Earth hours... oh, right..." He smirked. "I think I'll get you a clock of some sort." He walked over to her, leaning down for a better look. "I expect you to not smell like the pit when I get back. Until then!" He stood, grinning. He left Sarah alone in the room. With a roar of jets and a high pitched cackle, the seeker headed for Earth.

And so, Sarah was left to her own devices. And, left to her own devices, Sarah went to sleep.

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The seeker had to admit, it was a thrill to crash though the roofs of warehouses. The screaming humans however, not as much. If he wanted to go through the wall, they should know to stay out of his way. He was somewhere called Paris, France. Very pretty city, especially with all those buildings to buzz. He'd have to look up the things he heard later. "Hmm... diable aile... I like the way that sounds." There was a slight pain on his shin armor, and he realized there were police firing at him. He frowned, and fired his null rays, knocking cars back and sending humans flying. Oh... that car landed on a human. "Whoops!" He couldn't hold back a cackle.

He loaded the tanks of water and oxygen into his cockpit, tossing the vitamins inside. He hoped to get Sarah onto the diet soon. Starscream also hoped he'd get her to use the mouth and nose rings for breathing. He smirked and headed for the skies with a roar. He'd be 'home' in three hours, if he wasn't interrupted. That was when a fellow jet started firing at him. Slag, he knew he shouldn't have fired at those cop cars. "Oh my, looks like I get to have some more fun!" Starscream rolled in the air, transforming. The seeker dove down at the jet, grabbing the cockpit. "Guess who?" He cackled as he tore the jet to shreds, throwing the now shattered cockpit away. The remnants of the jet spun and crashed, catching fire. Starscream grinned, only to have two jets appear on one side, one on the other. Fantastic.

"Oh, you wanna play, too? Okay! Hope you like it rough!" He spun, grabbing the single jet by the wing, swinging his legs upwards, throwing it off balance. Starscream ripped the wing tip off, sending it sailing into a tall building. The jet spiraled out of control, the other two firing at him. "Don't fight too hard! You might scratch the paint!" The seeker lunged, digging his claws into the nose of the closest jet. He could use his null rays, but where was the fun in that? Sometimes it was fun to get nasty.

He was shot in the back, the force and pain knocking him off his new toy, which fell to earth, going out of sight. It probably landed safely on the ground. Starscream bared his teeth, strong fangs glinting at the attacker. The fourth jet had fired a missile. The seeker could feel the searing pain in his back. He was just glad his wings weren't damaged. "It's about time you weaklings found a way to hurt me!"

The seeker aimed his null rays at the jet, sneering at the pilot as he ejected from the cockpit. He would have gladly swooped in and ripped the human apart, but he had to get back to Sarah. He took off for the moon, groaning at the pain. The blast was strong enough that it had cracked his cockpit. A tiny, yet painful hairline crack. "Oh joy." He growled. He hoped his cockpit didn't shatter on the trip back. He was still thankful his wings were intact. A damaged wing was worse than a shattered cockpit. Worse by a long shot.

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When Sarah awoke, the light had changed. She wasn't sure about what time it was. Her body clock was very thrown off, but she knew it had been a few hours. "Might as well shower." She stood up, stretching her back and legs with a loud groaning sigh. Damn, she was sore. Especially her navel. The tubes were a real pain in the ass to walk around with. A hot shower would do her some good. As soon as she figured out how to work the damn thing...

It wasn't very big, but it'd work. A white basin, two inches high and in a three foot squared box. There was a lever and a tube. The tube was covered on the end by a bulb with a bunch of holes. Sarah pulled the lever, and water came out of the end. "...okay..." Sarah stepped forward, only to kick her tubes, bringing pain to her insides. Her arms wrapped around her belly, and she hit her knees. "Son of a bitch!" She yelled. That hurt like hell. After a minute, she staggered to her feet. She reached out, and touched the water. Nice and hot.

On her left were a few black cubes that she guessed were soap. She removed her shirt and pants. Sarah didn't have a bra. She never saw a point in wearing one, seeing as she was completely flat. She was also pretty bored. The sound of the watter hitting the... wait, what? There wasn't that much gravity on the moon. Argh. She was just going to fluster herself. The sound of the water hitting the tub made her sleepy. She didn't want to go back to sleep. She did the first thing that popped into her head.

"You could have been all I wanted. But you weren't honest, now get in the ground." She sang, voice raspy. She wasn't surprised, she hadn't sung in years. Not much to sing about. "You choked off the surest of favors, but if you really loved me, you would have endured my will." Sarah grabbed a black cube about the size of a tennis ball, and smelled it. Soap. Plain, boring, charcoal soap. Better than nothing, she guessed.

She removed her panties, and felt the water. The human rubbed the cube on her skin. It tingled, and itched, and made the grime easier to clean off. No shampoo, but she didn't mind. Sarah took a deep breath. The steam made it easier to hit the low notes. She didn't think of the fact that she was on the moon was altering her voice. She shouted. "Well if you're just as I presumed, a wolf in sheep's clothing! Mocking all that I do. And if it's here we stop, then never again will you see this in your life?" She paused. That hurt her throat.

"Hang on to the glory at my right hand." Sarah mumbled that part. Metal wasn't an easy thing to sing. But this song wasn't as bad on beginners. "Here laid to rest is our love ever longed?" The human rubbed the cube on her head, working up a thick, blackish lather. Her head itched, so screw not having shampoo. "With truth on the shores of compassion. You seem to take premise to all of these souls." She had to stop for a minute. Sarah had run out of breath. Now she felt stupid, and just a little angry.

"You stormed off to scar the Armada. Like Jesus played martyr, I'll drill through your hands!" Sarah growled. Using anger got her through things before. "The stone for the curse you hath blamed me! With love and devotion, I'll die as you sleep." She knew she had gotten some of the lyrics wrong, but who cared? She didn't have an audience, and if she did, it'd be that insane robot, Starscream. That thought, that robot, got her anger going. "But if you could just write me out to never less wonder? Happy will I become!" She was getting hoarse from the yelling. "Please know that this is no option! So with sin, I condemn you! Demon play! Demon out!" Oh great, the water was getting cold. Just her luck. Not even ten minutes of hot water. Damn purple robots. He probably made the shower like this to piss her off. He'd be glad to know it was working.

What Sarah didn't know was that the magenta seeker was behind a wall, arms crossed and frowning in thought. He had landed about the time she started singing about an Armada. He could hear incredibly well, and he could be silent when he wanted to be. Who was this 'Jesus' person supposed to be? This was an odd thing to walk in on. He had no idea that Sarah could sing. Well... if he could call the guttural growling and screaming actual singing. It wasn't anywhere near something like Carmen or Madama Butterfly... but it had depth to it, much like an Opera would... he smirked.

"Hang on to the glory at my right hand..." Sarah sang, voice rough and low. "Here laid to rest, is our love ever longed?" The female drew in a loud breath, belting the next line. "With truth on the shores of compassion!" Sarah then growled, rinsing her hair and back. "You seem to take premise to all of these- One last kiss for you. One more wish to you." She shut the water off, wringing her hair. "Please make up your mind, girl. I'd do anything for you! A last kiss for you. One more wish to you. Please make up your mind, girl, before I hope you DIE!" She screamed the last part, which made the seeker cringe a bit. It was nice screaming, but... he didn't want to hear her screaming. He started to move to show he was there, but Sarah continued, drying herself off. "Ooh whoa whoa ooh ooh..." Starscream smiled. That part simply flowed.

"Beautiful, for an angry, lovesick, screaming montage..." He muttered. The bot had no clue if he liked it or hated it. But he knew he wanted to hear more of it. "Lucy! I'm home!" He called with a cackle. He saw Sarah running around, trying to get something on, but he didn't look directly at her. Humans didn't like being seen without 'clothing'. Sarah didn't like being seen... at all. He was still stuck on that one. "Don't sneer at me, human. Glad to know you're clean." Starscream looked at the half-naked human, wondering to himself if he would hear her singing again anytime soon.

Sarah glared hard at him over her shoulder, pulling her shirt over her head. "Yeah? Well, the heat cut out a few minutes in." She grumbled. The seeker unloaded the contents of his cockpit, allowing himself to wince and bare his fangs at the pain.

Starscream glared, smirking. "Is that so?" The seeker leaned down. True, part of him lived for pissing people off. But he didn't know that would happen. He tried to hide a wince of pain when he bent. He didn't want his test subject seeing him weak. "I'll just... fix this later." He managed to hide the pain well enough, but not the sparks that flew out of the hole when he stood. "Err... that didn't just happen." The seeker mumbled.

Sarah blinked in confusion. It took her a minute to figure out what had happened. When she finally realized it, her eyes went wide. "You're hurt. What the hell happened to you?" She asked. He looked at her, optics widening a bit. Huh, well, he didn't see that coming. She actually seemed concerned. Just a little, but still, it wasn't anger or silence. He was getting tired of those two. She felt other things, he was sure, but she didn't show them much. And if it took his back being blown open to draw them out... he blinked.

"France is what happened. I don't think diable aile will be going back there for a while." He growled, lying on the berth with a muffled grunt. He looked in at her, frowning. "I'm going to recharge for a while. Don't wake me. I need to heal. The tubes come out..." He yawned, claws covering most of his rather large mouth. He blinked a few times, rubbing his optics with the back of his hands. "...abder uh gedup..." He trailed off there, optics closed. He didn't move for a few minutes. He was sleeping.

"Fast sleeper." She muttered. He didn't look too beaten up. Lots of scratches on his legs. His back wasn't in view. He almost always slept on his back, but he slept on his side this time. Arms looked fine. He was on his right side, head on his right arm. His left arm was draped over his stomach plating, claws curled under. He looked like he was wearing gloves with the fingers cut off. Those ray things on his arms looked like they'd take off his knuckles if he wasn't careful. There was an almost invisible crack on his cockpit, and his face...his face...

He looked so sad. He looked like he was in pain from his back as much as from something else. Apparently, emotions were hard to hide while sleeping. She stared at him. He wasn't so terrifying while he slept. She frowned at her own thoughts. He looked a lot like he needed a hug. "If he asks me for a hug, I'm offing myself on the spot. ...make fun of his chin or something so he'll step on me." She mumbled. Nah, that'd be too mean. She knew what it was like to be mocked for the way she looked...

Sarah wrapped her hair in a towel, lying down on her side, back to the injured seeker. She wasn't tired, she had slept for six hours. But there wasn't anything else to do. She'd sing, sure, but she might wake him up. She only sang rock and metal. Screw the happy pop and hip-hop. That music didn't have a soul. "Goodnight, Starscream." She muttered at him, staring into nothing for a good hour until she rolled over to see him again. He looked twice as sad as when she turned over. Sarah frowned, closed her eyes, and eventually fell asleep. She couldn't get his expression out of her head.

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The song Sarah sang was 'Welcome Home' by Coheed and Cambria. Look it up, I think it's amazing.

Wow, a whole chapter without Prowl or Nell. Can you believe it? ;)

'diable aile' is 'Devil Wing' in French. Oh, and for those going 'Why would Screamer rub his optics when they don't work like eyes do?' I will tell you why.

Because it's cute to imagine him doing it, that's why. XD