Knockout swore that he would watch Wheelie after he was nagged by Arcee, for what seemed like mega cycles! After the nagging the room was filled with Wheelie's complaints. The small orange bot kept yelling that he was fine and didn't want to stay at the medical bay.
"You're not fine, kid," Kup said harshly trying to shut up the annoying voice.
The small mech said nothing, but simply pouted. Smokescreen and Arcee seeing Wheelie about to break in a tantrum tried to wrap up the conversation quickly.
"Well it was lovely meeting you, but we better get back to finishing the reconstruction of Iacon and repair your ship," the blue femme said with a small smile.
Elita One returned the smile, "I am very grateful that you are tending to our cities, our ship, and your service in fighting for our planet and our race. I know I can never fully repay you, but I will certainly try."
"I'm simply doing my job, as have you in the early battles on Cybertron," Arcee replied sincerely.
Starscream got closer to his bondmate's large chassis. He traced a claw in the seams of Megatron's chest plate. The seeker's face could not have been more devious and lust-filled. Megatron frowned, and rolled his optics and continued washing. Starscream got down on his knees and traced the seams of the crotch plate in front of him. His lusty optics met Megatron's annoyed ones. Before the flyer could come up with another statement of his sexual wants, he was pushed to the cold wet ground of the shower. The push brought back the pain in his whole chassis that he tried desperately to ignore. A look of shock washed over the small mech's face. He looked up to see Megatron walking away from him. Quickly regaining himself Starscream got up and brushed himself off, "Not in the mood, huh?" A grumble replied to the seeker's question. Starscream watched Megatron dry off and leave the wash racks. The small mech followed in pursuit. He only got a glimpse of his bondmate walking out the door.
Harsh.
The day grew hotter and brighter as midday came about. Each vehicon became uncomfortably hot while working. Arcee walked with Smokescreen as they eventually caught up with Bulkhead. "How's it coming along, Bulk," the blue femme asked looking up at the the green mech, covering her optics from the sun.
"Hey Arcee," the large mech hadn't noticed the small bot behind him. He stopped as did Arcee. Bulkhead's frame now directly next to Arcee blocked the sun from the femme's small frame. With the sun out of her faceplates, the two-wheeler rested both her hands on her hips. He sighed slowly, "Megatron didn't teaching these guys anything about remolding," he said referring to the vehicons.
"I thought he had vehicons made just for building," she questioned.
"Yes, but I think we killed them all, so now we just have these!"
Arcee nodded, right before she could reply a loud bang paralyzed the three bots for a few nanoseconds.
Starscream sighed, and once more lay on the berth. He laid there unmoving, thinking.
I've been left in dark once again. Huh, I guess I shouldn't be surprised though.
The seeker gave another loud sigh and turned on his side.
I still think I have a fragging right to know what the aft is doing.
Starscream finally fell in stasis with the questions still swarming in his helm.
Bulkhead, Arcee, and Smokescreen turned to see several vehicons on the ground along with a large metal board. The green mech sighed and slapped his hand on his faceplates, "I can't even turn my back for a sec?" He left the two bots, mumbling under his breath moving to the crash. The two watched as the mech was now out of their auto-field. "Better get going, this is going according to plan," Arcee said turning to the mech.
"Sounds good A'Cee!"
"You seem very excited to not be on the battle field," the femme said with a suspicious smile.
"Ha, I guess I'm just proud to be here, ya know, one of the first bots to see our planet begin anew."
The femme smiled again at him, with a more sincere feeling. The young mech did have a point.
He watched and listened, listened and watched. It was him, he saw himself, saw himself drop slowly, slowly to the blazing fire. The red optics of his thin chassis faded slowly to black as his life was pulled away. The energon from his chest glowed brightly in the blackness. The blue liquid illuminated the massive mech's servo as it dripped to the redness below. The same servo held the shard that once gave his bondmate life in his palm. He listened and watched, watched and listened. Through the crackle of the fire, through the screams in the distance, he could hear a low cry. He watched and listened. The Warlord tightly gripped the shard as he rubbed his bright red optics. He listened and watched, but then it was all gone, like a flame of a candle on a windy night.
Again, Starscream awoke with his metal burning and his optics large.
Why do they fragging continue?
The seeker gave a long sigh that only he was present to to hear. After a few nanoseconds to cool down, he finally got off his berth, grumbling in the process. He growled upon looking at the new stain on the sheets of the berth and the stain that stilled remained underneath. He groaned and slapped his faceplates.
Must it be this difficult! Just to fragging clean up, for Primus sakes! Ugh… I'll deal with it later.
Starscream walked to a small cabinet in the chamber filled with small cubes of energon. He picked up a cube from the stack and headed back to the berth. He propped up his helm and let his mind wander as he sipped the blue energy.
Perhaps the medic is right; maybe the odd dreams are from being under energized.
The thin mech kept telling himself the silly dreams were nothing to be thought of, only part of his injuries. Deep down though, he knew he was only telling himself lies. They wouldn't go away anytime soon. He had to finish what he started, the dream as well as his energon.
Away from the sleeping seeker, three mechs were at work. All three faced a large screen in the almost pitch-black room. The large red optic turned to the faceless mech and then focused on the bot that stood the tallest.
"I didn't even know she was assisting you on earth," he spoke without a visible mouth.
Megatron kept silent for some time. He finally turned to the drone, "Do the others know of any of this?"
"Negative," Soundwave responded in his usual tone.
The three mechs stood there, looking at the screen.
Farther away from the sleeping seeker and the three mechs was a dashing silhouette. It was pure black under the fully lit pink moon in the silent night. It made little sound as it searched for fresh bots.
Author's notes!
My God! I am so sorry! I'm such a lazy asshole! But I'm back now! I'm really trying to get to the good stuff of this fanfic and finish it before the new transformers show comes out! I heard it continues prime and I want to finish this before then so if they carry on with the Airachnid plot I can still say that I wrote this before I had any knowledge of their story! HA! Oh I gave it away didn't I? Well fuck! Oh well I hope not if you caught on to what I was laying down.
And did you catch the "according to plan," thing? Get it? Corpse bride… oh forget it.
Well again sorry and the chapters will be up soon!
