Look at this, fast chapter is fast. I like this chapter too. I had this chapter done for a few days but my kittens been in the hospital and i just havn't felt like doing anything. Bleh well I have it for you now.

Also I know a lot of people have been wierded by my Optimus/Starscream pairing but after reading a few stories with them in it that I couldn't resist. They have become a fav.

Anyways. Enjoy it.

Edit: This chapter has now been edited by my new beta, the amazing Chistarpax.


Chapter Eight: You're An Idiot

The insistent knocking on the front door had Sideswipe wondering who could need them at this primus early in the morning. For a moment he thought maybe Ratchet had come over to talk to Sunstreaker but that thought was dashed when he got up to answer the door. Instead of Ratchet, he got a faceplate full of bristling seeker.

"S-Starscream!" he stuttered, not in a million vorns expecting one of his best costumers to show up at his doorstep looking like he was going to murder someone. "Can I help you? Please tell me you got your shipment!"

He couldn't stop Starscream from bustling into the house and pinning him to the wall, a servo curled tightly around his neck cables.

"Whoa there seeker, this is kinda kinky, but ya already have a mate." He cried in alarm. Starscream only pushed him further into the wall. Though Sideswipe was strong and could easily go hand to hand with the tri-colored seeker, Starscream was bigger and his strength was immense.

"You're not my type anyways, but seriously, what's with the pinning me to a wall. I didn't do something wrong did I?"

"I want to know where your brother is." Starscream demanded.

"Sunstreaker? Why-how do you know I have a brother? How do you even know where I live?" Sideswipe asked, suddenly suspicious. The seeker growled, his crimson optics burning.

"My mate is a data clerk, I can find anyone I want—and I'm a friend of Reshiram. I want to know where your brother is."

A friend of Reshiram; oh, he kinda knew where this was going. "Look, I don't know where he is right now. He left pretty early this morning." He said, trying to calm the seeker. The answer only seem to add fuel to the fire. Starscream's wings twitched in irritation and Sideswipe winced as the pressure on his neck became tighter. Cybertronians didn't breathe but they had vents that expelled and took in air regularly to keep their systems from overheating. Sideswipe's main vents were on the sides of his neck like most other bots and the seeker's servos were blocking them.

"If you don't know where he is, then tell me where you think he will most likely be."

"And if I tell you, what do you plan on doing to him?"

Starscream seemed to pause at the question but was quick to answer after only a few clicks. "I only want to talk. I'm doing this for Rem. Is that a good enough answer for you?"

"Not really." He said. A very irritated huff answered his statement and the seeker moved away to allow Sideswipe some room.

"Look, your glitched brother fragged things up really bad, and I plan to fix it since everyone else and their Kali thinks everything is all sunshine and crystal daises. Now will you tell me so I can get on with my day?"

Sideswipe pushed his self from the wall, rubbing his sore neck cables. On one servo, he could tell the seeker where Sunstreaker might be and things could go back to normal or on the other servo he might get a slagged brother in return. But he knew Starscream; and he was the 'gets what he wants' type of mech. He didn't take no for an answer and was willing to go great length to get something. Fuzzy was lucky to have someone like him on her side. Slagged be the one who crosses Starscream.

And Sideswipe was the one looking to get slagged.

A low growl had him giving in much too easily. He was such a sucker for staying in one piece. "Alright, alright, don't get your wires in a pinch. I'll tell you." He barely held in the unmechly squeak when the growl turned to a snarl and those gorgeous wings hitched higher. Had Starscream not had a mate and Sideswipe hadn't had his optics on another, than he might have jumped at the chance to have the seeker in his berth.

"Well, I'm waiting." Starscream hissed impatiently. If this mech didn't hurry he was going to toss him off a high building and pick the information from his processor. The idea sounded better the longer it floated in his processor and a dark smirk graced his smoky gray faceplates.

"Hey, don't get that look; I know what you're thinking." Sideswipe cried in alarm. The look reminded him of Sunstreaker when he was in a rage. Those weren't fun times and usually ended with him being maimed in some way. "Listen, the only place I can think of that Sunstreaker would be at in his current mood would be at the Gladiatorial Pit."

A look of surprise flashed across the seekers faceplates. "Gladiatorial Pit?"

Sideswipe wrung his servos together in slight nervousness. "Yeah, he's a top gladiator mech. He goes there frequently to take the edge of his tension, but lately he hasn't been going, not since he met Reshiram." He said. He wasn't very proud of his brother's work in the gladiator rings but there was nothing he could do to stop him. He usually went with him to make sure nothing went wrong but if Sunstreaker had gone today then he hadn't bothered to let him know.

The seeker seemed to mull this over before he grumbled. "Of course she has to like a gladiator mech. Why couldn't it be a nice young champ with zero bad hobbies and owns a store? Glitch doesn't make this easy for me." He looked at Sideswipe before heading to the door. "Looks like I'm off to the pits of Kaon."

Sideswipe didn't even get a word in before Starscream was up in the air and shooting off.

"Slagging seeker!"


A blade through the chest plates, warm energon showering his form like a trip to the washracks—this is what he lived to do. Taking another mechs life and throwing it to the pit; all for the entertainment of the filthy rich. But he wasn't doing it for them, oh no, it was solely for his self. It allowed his processor to go blank and think of nothing but the next fight and who would be next to face his wrath.

But today was different. His thoughts would not leave him; no matter how many times he hit and got hit, no matter the amount of energon covering his frame and the screams from the stand. No, that beautiful face that plagued him since the first meeting stayed firmly in his processor and reminded him of the mistake he made. Flashes of that face marred by bruising infuriated him, and he let his rage play on the mechs in the ring.

He heard the announcer scream to the fans how he seemed more pumped then usually and it made him want to take that mechs voice box from his very throat and stomp on it.

'It's not your fault.'

Yes it was, it was entirely his fault. He had promised to protect her and he had failed. He never failed and it ate at him that when he did it had to be someone so innocent that he had failed. But it wouldn't have happened if he hadn't taken her there in the first place, hadn't promised her she'd be safe.

He could still see her expression as she viewed the dancers and the lights at the club and the feel of her body moving with his still tingled along his plating.

He should have never approached her that day. He should have stayed in his studio and avoided the public like he always did. He shouldn't have sat down on that rock to paint her and interrupt her sleep. He shouldn't have taken her to his place and ran his fingers in that silky soft fur or walk her to her friend's house. He should have never helped her on Kalu's day.

There was so many shouldn't haves and the list only kept growing.

'Get out of here. Get out before I rip your very spark out and don't you dare come back.'

He wouldn't go back. She was safer without him. He was a danger to her and would only get her hurt.

His attention was brought back when that glitched announcer started shouting about a new player. Weren't all the mechs he faced new players itching for glory by trying to beat the legendary Sunstreaker. He snorted as he waited for his new opponent.

He was very shocked when the mech that entered the ring was twice his size and put to shame all the others he had previously faced; and he had meet a few big bots in his time. This mech actually looked like a challenge. The mechs armor was sharp, gray, and marred with scars and blemishes. He didn't think the mech knew what wax and a soft cloth were but he sure as the pit looked like he needed to.

He didn't bother talking to the gray mech, only dropping to a fighting stance, blades out and ready and an expecting gleam in his icy optics. The mech took the hint and took a ready position and, though it wasn't as deep as his, it was still strong and confidant.

"This is it femmes and gentlemechs, the fight you've all been waiting for, Megatronus vs. Sunstreaker. Who will be taking the title of champion today and who's going to be slag to clean up later?" the announcer screamed to the crowd. They jumped up and cried words of violence as they cheered on their favorite. They wanted to see energon spilling, limbs missing and helms rolling. Sunstreaker knew he had already given them plenty of all three and he was about to add this Megatronus to the list.

The moment the buzzer sounded for the start of the fight, Sunstreaker rushed in fast, wanting to get in and land a few strikes before Megatronus could react. A blade was quick to block his path and he easily evaded it by jumping on top of it. It allowed an opportunity for a good kick to the helm

But Sunstreaker hadn't been excepting the large servo to grab his ankle and toss him hard to the ground. The blade descended towards his head and he moved to the right just in time, allowing the blade to sink into his shoulder instead. He could deal with a shoulder wound, his helm lobed off, not so much.

His pede lashed out at the mech and connected with grey abdomen plating, pushing the burly mech back enough for him to take the blade out and jump away. Vorns of experience taught him how to ignore the throbbing ache in his shoulder. He swiped at a line of energon on his chin and smirked.

A perfect opponent; he would very much enjoy this.


Starscream was a very unhappy seeker. Standing outside the gladiator ring, waiting to get a ticket was horrendous. Disgusting mechs and femmes brushed against him like a hungry pack of starved turbo wolves and some where even brave enough to reach out and touch his wings. He hissed and snarled at them and they quickly snatched their servos back before he tore them off. He didn't think they saw many seekers around. His kind didn't brother much with things like trivial fights that had no real purpose other to maim another.

His audios picked up the enthralled roaring and screaming of the audience inside. It made him sick and the longer he stayed here the more he wanted to purge. But he was doing this for Rem. She had become special the vorns he had known her and he would do just about anything for her.

Seekers, both mechs and femmes, were made to bear sparklings and he hoped when he had one that it was like her. She was so sweet and respectable. He admired her manners and how she held herself. Ratchet had definitely outdone his self with bringing her up and any parent would be proud. He was proud and he hadn't even raised her, only watched her grow.

If bringing her this mech, this gladiator mech would make her happy—then he would bring him to her even if he had to shoot out the mechs knee plating, bind him, gag him, and drag him to her.

Ratchet would not be happy, of that he was sure, but Starscream truthfully didn't care. The medic could rant and rave and throw wrenches at his helm all day but he wouldn't care as long as Rem had her mech. Starscream may have been a sarcastic hardaft but he very much believed in finding that right one; and Reshiram just so happened to have found it in Sunstreaker. He may not have liked the mech very much but judging by the way he had acted when he had brought Reshiram to his home, the mech cared very much for her and that he could approve of.

Starscream's attention was immediately drawn to the crowd as they started chanting 'Finish him!' He knew Sunstreaker had been going through today's first roster of mechs quickly and that the last call had been the final. Yes he had been here that long and despite his self he was starting to get worried. If Sunstreaker died…No, he wouldn't allow it. He would bring the fragger back himself and offline him.

He tried to hurry the line but this only served to rile them up and they pushed him back. He snarled something nasty before giving up and simply taking to air. He didn't have the time to stand in line like a fool. Why hadn't he thought of this earlier? He quickly transformed and headed for the arena.

When he shot over the building the sound of his jet engine caught the crowd's attention. But that wasn't what had his attention. He almost stopped mid-air when he saw Sunstreaker on his knees, a large deadly blade protruding through his abdomen. He didn't even think as he darted to the field, re-forming to his root mode and free falling, a heel out. The speed and power from his downward momentum and the heat from his thruster shattered the blade and he heard a pained grunt from Sunstreaker.

He didn't even think as picked Sunstreaker up off the filthy ground a lifted him into the air. He knew he couldn't carry the mech far as he was incredibly heavy—it must have been his armor—but he had to get him as far away from the pits as he could. He could walk him back; even though that would take longer and he would run the risk of this mech losing too much energon, he just didn't see much of a choice.

When he was far enough away, he touched down. He was thankful that he had made it as far as he did. They were only about three miles away, still too far but better than nothing. He gently set the mech down to reposition him. He put one servo on Sunstreaker's waist and wrapped the mechs arm around his neck.

"Can you still walk a little?" he asked. A weak nod was his answer and Starscream hoisted the mech up a little more so there wasn't so much pressure on his legs.

They then slowly made their way to Ratchet's medical clinic, the silence thick as they walked. Starscream couldn't take it. He needed some kind of interaction and he might as well get some answers from the mech while he was still awake.

"So, this is how you deal your problems. Real fun looking." He intoned casually. There was a grunt and Starscream huffed. Wonderful conversationalist this one was, though –Starscream mulled the thought over—it could be because the mech looked like he had been dragged out of cave full of pit bears.

"You're a glitch you know that. Rem's going to be beside herself when she sees you."

That got a reaction in the form of Sunstreaker trying to pull away. Starscream held fast and continued the trek, earning him a glare. He ignored it in favor of continuing his conversation, even if it was pretty much one sided.

"So, you had simply planned to leave Rem in the acid rain. Did you not bother to think how she would feel about?"

No response; why wasn't Starscream surprised?

"Well I know how she is. The poor thing is in love with you and you can't even put your processor in the right place to fix the mess you made. Maybe if you had taken a more aggressive stand and fought back, pleaded your side of things, Ratchet would have relented; probably unlikely but he would have at least known you cared about Rem and have thought about it. Or maybe you could have snuck in to see her instead of making me have to drag your aft to her; that was two deca-cycles of my life that I wasted trying to find you. Instead you obviously sat in self-pity and got into fights with mechs twice your size. I honestly don't see what Rem sees in you." He ranted, taking notice of the way the mech seemed to wilt at his words. Good, maybe he'd start doing something about all this.

It took longer than he would have wanted to get to the clinic and Sunstreaker was barely staying conscious. He was dragging his pedes making it harder to walk and he swore when this was all over he was going to take Ratchet's wrench and hit him over the helm with it. He would make sure the dent was a good sized one too—although he was sure he'd have to wait his turn as the medic would want to get in the first hit.

The sliding door parting was like a blessing from Primus and he wasted no time in shouting out.

"SOMEONE, I NEED MEDICAL ASSITANCE! NOW WOULD BE PREFERABLE!"


YAY MEGSY! OH NOES SUNNY! STAR TO THE RESCUE!

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