Disclaimer: I own nothing... Only borrowing them for a ride...
Summary: When Wheeljack's latest invention go haywire in the middle of a battle, Starscream and Optimus Prime find themselves thrown in a completely different universe... One in which they both meet their worst nightmare.
A/N: This is from a RP I am currently doing with NightElfCrawler. SO it's still on the work^^ I'll try to post more chapters as they come along. But that shouldn't be too long between updates. In one evening we wrote 40 pages, can you believe it? We're apparently on a row XD
A/N 2: It's a crossover between Shattered Glass Universe and G1 Universe.
WARNINGS: Non-con, violence, torture, angst, adult and dark themes. That should cover it. So it is STRICTLY Mature/NC-17. I'm not responsible for anyone that's not adult who would read it...
Legend: -...- is for Bond talk; "..." Is for normal talk
EDIT: Thanks to my Beta The Starscream!
Chapter 10: More twists
Starscream awoke pre-waking hours with a sudden painful cramp in his tanks... He barely felt it as he thrashed Optimus' comforting arm aside, desperate to escape, stumbling his way to the small washroom, and only barely made it to the sink before his tanks violently purged what was left, which was not much thankfully, from the previous night.
Optimus was waken completely by surprise when Starscream almost threw him off the berth while jumping to the washroom.
"Huh?... Wha...? Starscream?" He heard him purge in the next room and got up to go check on his mate. His feelings through the bond felt quite scrambled.
Starscream's spark was pounding, his frame shivering from the purge, gripping the sink like his life depended on it. His tanks were churning... and there was nothing in them. Optimus walked in there and saw him heaving empty over the sink, feeling his spark flutter in worry.
"Starscream? Are you alright?" Well, this was a dumb question, he was obviously not.
A low groan was all that responded, as the seeker's optics remained squeezed shut.
"Bad energon." He managed raspily.
Optimus frowned, not too sure about it, but then, they had been through a lot and he wouldn't be too surprised if Starscream's systems were protesting.
"Alright... If you want, I can't get you something to ease your upset tanks."
Starscream gagged at the idea, shaking his head weakly, straightening up with a shiver, the air suddenly cool and cold to him. Optimus saw him shiver and he frowned again, deeper, worry seeping through the bond.
"You're cold... Come here, I'll warm you. I think there's a spare thermal blanket in the drawers."
Unprotesting, his spark oddly fluttering rapidly, though his systems were sluggish, his frame cold and shivering, Starscream let him pull him close, pushing his body up against his. Optimus wrapped his arms around him and pulled him into his chest, sharing his warmth with him.
"You should see a medic if this doesn't get any better." He said with worry in his voice, and he gathered the thermal blanket from the nearest drawer, wrapping it around his mate.
"I don't know where it came from." He muttered, shivering as he curled as close to him as he could. "I felt fine last night."
Optimus chuckled and his optics sparkled with mischief, and he hugged his mate.
"Don't I know that... You were quite energetic last night." he purred and nuzzled his neck. "But still... suddenly feeling ill is never a good sign. It may be nothing, but it may also be something."
Starscream shook his head, rubbing it against his mate's warm abdomen.
"I'm running a virus check... could be this place has new ones we aren't protected against... I have been interacting with their computers a lot."
"I know... I told you not to exert yourself, we still need you to finish this dimensional portal..." He said softly and lifted him to bring him to the berth. He laid him there and placed a hand on his chest stroking softly. "But today, you rest."
He frowned, shifting uncomfortably against Optimus' frame, feeling a strange sense of unease, but he didn't know why exactly.
"Yeah... I guess so..."
Optimus could feel his unease and he soothed him, holding him and rubbing circles on his wings.
"Just let me take care of you for once. And if you don't feel better in a few days, then you should see a medic."
He frowned, glancing up at him, optics a shade of orange, mirroring his concern. His virus scanner came back clean... and he frowned.
"All systems... normal."
Optimus frowned, hugging him close, and rubbing his aching tanks softly.
"Hum... If it's not a virus, then what brought up this purging business?"
"I don't tknow... let me pool my systems files." His optics dimmed, as he did a scan. "Energon system normal... no red readings in the containment core... processing clean..." He paused, and his spark performed a sudden tight jump.
Optimus felt it and he asked, looking him in the optics.
"What? What's wrong?"
"Spark readout is... odd." He murmered, voice tense and restrained. "Higher than it should be..."
"What does that mean?" Optimus asked, confused.
His knowledge about spark anatomy was minimal... Starscream slowly looked up at him, face a mixture of dread, and surprise.
"I don't know for sure... but... I think I might..."
Optimus felt his dread and it worried him a lot. He lifted his chin to look him in the optics and asked softly.
"What could cause it? Tell me..."
He swallowed, shaking his head slowly and rolled over under the blanket, laying on his back as much as possible with his wings.
"Tell me what you see." He said softly, his cockpit sliding down and spark chamber opening.
Optimus looked in awe at the spark bared for him, even if it wasn't the first time he saw it, he still felt awed at the sight. But this time he had to study it, and he leaned closer. At first he saw nothing special, and he frowned, but something was... moving, around the spark. Three tiny orbs, circling around the bigger spar, and his mouth fell open. he was not an idiot and he knew what that meant.
"Oh Primus... I think... I see three tiny orbs circling your own spark. Is that... Are those...?"
Starscream waited, breath held, and the moment Optimus spoke, his spark jumped, brightening in surprise and shock, the three circling it seeming to reflect it, going faster and zipping around wildly.
"Dear Primus." He choked out. "did you say... three?"
Optimus was taken aback by the strenght of Starscream's reaction and he blinked, reaching out to instinctively try to soothe the spark and three sparklets around it.
"Huh... Yes, three... But... Are those sparklings?..."
A low frightened whimper escaped his throat, optics wide.
"Three! Three!" He shuddered, processor reeling, spark fluttering wildly.
They were all identical, three golden little white sparks, brighter and more concentrated than the one they were orbiting.
"S-sparklings?..." Optimus was utterly shocked, and damningly afraid, all of a sudden, but with also a sense of protectiveness. He reached and touched one of the bouncing tiny sparklets.
The little sparklet zapped at him, and ran, hiding behind the other, causing Starscream to gasp, arching , and clamping a hand over his mouth, rolling over quickly to purge his tanks again.
"Oops... Sorry, Starscream..." Optimnus said and took back his hand, not trying to touch the tiny sparklets again. But he rubbed his mate's back softly.
Starscream shivvered, rolling back over, spark pulsing rapidly, the three little ones skipping around it just as eagerly as he stared up at him, true fear in his optics.
"I... what... what do we do? Three? There's never been three at once..."
Optimus hugged him and nuzzled his neck reassuringly, rubbing his back softly.
"Calm down, please, we'll find a way. They're here,, and it's still your choice to keep them or not but... Sparklings are so rare... It's like... I don't know what to think."
"Three!" He almost screeched. "Twins are rare enough! A….and their birth usually kills the creator!" His frame was heating up, very worked up already.
"Starscream! Calm down! CALM DOWN!" He held him tight and placed a hand over his chest, rubbing softly, and said. "I know this! We'll find a way! And you seem to forget one detail: you have an immortal spark! It won't extinguish!"
He paused, staring at Optimus at the loud outcry, and then blinked. "Oh… yeah. Right." He managed faintly, a rather awkward and nervous smile on his face.
"Forgot about that..."
"There, see? No need to panic..." He purred and kissed his nose with a light chuckle. He rubbed his chest again, and he could still see the tiny speck bouncing around there. He looked in awe at them. "I can't believe it... I never, ever heard of triplets before. I thought twins were already the rarest occurrence."
"No reason." Starscream managed faintly, feeling like he wanted to collapse. Oh yes there was reason to panic….. sparklings….. Hee had been sparked up…. the idea had his processor whirling in crazy circles. "I…. I haven't ever heard of triples." He said softly. "There are only so many twins….. I didn't think it were possible."
"And neither did I... Well, guess your unique spark, and mine, and maybe even the Matrix for all I know, could create some unexpected side-effects." He pondered, and feeling his mate's panic, he tried to soothe it despite the fact that he himself felt quite high and panicked...
"I…. guess." he agreed faintly. "What are we going to do…. Primus help me…. I don't know the first thing about being a creator! I'll be a horrible creator!"
"Dont say that!" He chidded and hugged his mate, nuzzling him. "I'm sure that you can be a good creator. And besides... I dont have the faintest experience with sparklings either. I'll be just as lost."
He blinked, remembering belatedly that Optimus too was in on this. He turned his gaze up to him, optics still wide with fear, but calming a little.
"Sparklings… there haven't been sparklings since the war began."
"I know, this why we, together, have to make a hard decision concerning those little ones, here and now..." he whispered and nuzzled his neck softly. "It may seem a little selfish to you, considering you are the one carrying, but I'll feel bad if they were to be terminated..."
He blinked up at him, staring at him with a little flicker of confusion, then panic in his optics.
"Terminated? What? No!"
Optimus chuckled, rubbing Starscream's back softly, and his optics shone warmly.
"I was merely putting down one of the possibilities that may have came up. So this one's eliminated, and I'm relieved... Sparklings are so rare."
"We are not terminating them!" He hissed fiercely, true protectiveness shining through with passion. "The first trine ever? My trine? Pit no, Megatron himself is not going to tear them away."
Optimus smiled and hugged his mate, not fazzled by his bout of fierce protectiveness.
"I'm quite happy to have had something to do with it too, don't get me wrong! But from now on, you'll have to be extra-careful."
His growling countanance faded somewhat, relaxing as he placed a hand over his open chamber, wishing he could see them.
"I will protect them with my life."
Optimus could tell he was dead serious and he put his own hand above his mate's.
"And I will protect you, all of you, with my own."
Staring at him, his frame relaxed as his optics met his.
"Primus…" an almost giddy smile crossed his face. "Sparklings."
Optimus's smile matched his, and he laughed lightly, gripping his hand over his chest.
"Ours... I can't believe it..."
"Maybe this is what He meant." he murmered, staring at him dizzily. "By us being together."
"Maybe... If this is the case then, I'm very glad that we are together." He said softly and smiled at him, joy radiating from him.
Starscream shivered, processor still reeling.
"You think they'll be fliers...?"
"That would be great... Seekers, and fliers in generals, are so rare since Vos was destroyed." He said thoughtfully.
"If there are three… it could be a real trine." He murmered, awed. "They're rare…. very rare…. sometimes mechs are born bonded to one another as a trine becaue they shared the same creators or coders…."
"And being natural tripets, those three will be bonded since their birth." He replied, tilting his head. "That makes sense and this will be a great asset for them."
"If it's true…." He reminded him. "They could just be separate."
"They could... But I think they'll be fliers, and that they'll work well together." He had to admit that he was right though.
"I would hope so." He murmered. "The seekers will be extinct if me and my wingmates ever expire….. no one else to follow our culture."
"That is sad..." Optimus pulled him into his lap and traced little circles on his chest. "It's such a shame that they were almost completely destryed during the war."
"Yes…." He murmered softly. "I was nearly driven to wipe out the fraggers that destroyed the nurseries….. if I had found out who they were…." His optics darkened. "They were insidious in hiding their actions."
Optimus's own optics darkened and he held him tighter, anger and fury from those hateful crimes filling his spark.
"I wasn't yet Prime when that had happened, but I remember it. There had been a general uprising against this and demands that the real perpetrators be brought to justice. I remember walking in one of those peaceful manifestations... But of course it served nothing." He leaned on to gently kiss his mate's lips. "I'm sorry, it must have been hard for you."
He shook his head, accepting the kiss with a faint smile.
"Hard is an understatement. I leveled the place in outrage..."
"I can totally see you doing this, my spark." Optimus replied and rocked him against his cest, just enjoying the closeness.
He sighed, nodding and relaxing again, his chest plates sliding closed as he rested a hand there.
"I can't go back to them now." He murmured. "I just can't."
Optimus looked at him intensely, and put his hand on his chest, too, just feeling him softly.
"You mean the Decepticons?"
"Yes." he said softly. "They would kill them. Sparklings are a liability…. they can't risk having a warrior laid up from battle…. or…" His brow furrowed. "Megatorn would want to raise them to be perfect warriors."
"One way or the other, that will not happen!" Optimus said firmly and his hand stilled on his mate's chest for a moment, his voice hard and cutting as ice.
"I know." He said softly. "Which is why I can't go back..."
"Then... You will come with me to the Autobots? I can promise you that no one will harm you there, or the sparklings." Well, he knew few that may try, but they'll have to pass through him first."
His wings sagged a little.
"I suppose I have to…."
"But..." Optimus added, almost feeling his thoughts. "You're not happy about it. I understand... It'll be hard and you won't be accepted right away."
"Would you be happy if you had no choice but to join the Decepticons?" He murmured quietly. "They hate me there…. even if you order them to leave me alone, that won't change that."
He sighed and shook his head, rubbing his forehead and cheek softly in an attempt to calm him down a bit.
"No, I won't like it one bit, but... There is little choice you have. You can't go on your own, and I would follow if you decided regardless of the situation, to do so." He was right about the Autobots though, he was hated by many of them, some more than the others, and those won't hesitate to try and harm him, sparklings or not. "I know, and I'll have to be careful myself..."
"No you wouldn't." He murmured. "You can't leave your men. It would go against everything you believe in…. and I don't want you being forced to choose between two things you care deeply about." His optics dimmed. "I won't be able to protect myself if I'm off on my own, and going back to the Decepticons is not an option… logic dictates there is then only one path."
"It seems so..." Optimus was a little saddened that in the end, even if it had been what he wanted from the start, Starscream had been forced to accept accompanying him to the Autobots. "But I'll do my very best to ease your integration, and the minds of the most ruthless of my men. But none are as bad as the decepticons."
Starscream's optics narrowed, and shot back up at him, accusing.
"What do you mean by that."
Optimus blinked and looked at him with slight surprise. "You can't deny that the Decepticons are rutless killers, Starscream. But you already know that I don't include you in this equation... I merely meant that some of my men will be harder to convince that you are not a threat and are to be trusted."
His optics narrowed to furious red slits.
"So all Decepticons but me are grouped into one blind category." He growled, low and dangerous.
Optimus sighed and again, he shook his head, feeling this was going to be a hard time ahead.
"No! Well... I'm sorry, I generalized! I don't know all of them personally. I shouldn't have said that..."
"You have no idea how…. infuriating that attitude is!" He snapped, shoving away from him, standing up, facing him, optics narrow and furious, hurt and dismay washing through the bond. "If I said all Autobots were narrow-minded brats who would rather enslave the lower population than give them a little slack, how would you feel."
Optimus stood as well, a little shell-shocked from this outburst, but he deserved it. This had been less then diplomatic on his part.
"I..." He closed his optics and pinched the bridge of his noseplates, keeping his cool. "Point taken. I shouldn't have said that and I deserve your anger."
"It's not my anger you should fear!" he threw his hands up. "You should be ashamed of your narrow-minded viewpoint! The whole point behind this war was attitudes like that, people blaming the majority and seeing then as one uniform group, not as individuals who came together for a purpose….to gain freedom!"
Optimus felt like he had been slapped on the face and he narrowed his optics, anger and shame rising in his spark. He felt ashamed of himself for his own narrow-minded, and quite stupid, comment about the Decepticons, and anger towards his stupidity.
"I'm ashamed to realize that I'm no better than the worst of my men then. I know why the war started and this is what I have been fighting against for millenia, and realizing that I have fellan into the same pattern without realizing it myself..." he shook his head, gritting his dental plates. "You're right, I'm an idiot, and a shame to my title, to ever think like that."
Starscream continued staring at him… but some of the rage dimmed down, his optics dimming too.
"I know you can fall into those habits…. I know it's not easy to think differently. But…. I can't go to live with mechs that hate me….." His optics misted up. "If the only one who supports me doesn't do it completely in everything he says and does."
"I shouldn't be so quick to judge and... I should be more thoughtful of my words. I had been around you, bonded to you, for some time now and yet I learned nothing. No, it can't be! I am a fool. I know people can't be categorized into slots like objects. As the Prime I should know better... Be better than those narrow viewpoints even when they are spewed in my face for millenia." He looked at Starscream intensely and in his spark there was true pain and shame, and anger towrds himself. "I'll make amends, Starscream. I'm sure the Decepticons, without Megatron to scare them, can be redeemed. You are a living example of that..."
His optics narrowed slightly again.
"You still don't get it."
"Explain it to me then." He replied, slightly annoyed and feeling like the biggest jerk out there. "I really want to understand, and to stop hurting you when It's the last thing I want."
"We don't need to be 'redeemed'." He said coolly. "I don't believe that I would have chosen any different given any other choice…. I believe what I've done in my life is the right choice for me." his optics flashed. "I believed in freedom, in the rights we had been denied that the Autobots had taken from us at the time. We don't need redemption. We believed what we did was right."
Optimus looked at his pedes and felt like he was starting to get a processor ache. But his was true. It was so clear that he could have slapped himself for not seeing it, or maybe he had and he just... well, he was a stupid jerk. Sometimes...
"I can understand that you were all fighting for your freedom, and it was the Council whom was blind at that time to refuse to hear the lower classes out. The Decepticons were a faction born from resentment and desire to gain what they thought they deserved: more freedom, and access to the same services as the Autobots, and the higher classes." Optimus bit his lower lip, searching for words, he was deep enough in his hole as it was. "And it was Megatron whom lost his way a long time ago... Not the entire Decepticon army. But the hatred runs deep, and prejudices too.."
"Yes. They do." He said quietly, staring at him intently. "And no one else is going to change their position if you do not."
"It's my duty to lead the way, and bury those prejudices once and for all. But it won't be easy, neither for us or for the Decepticons. It may takes a few more millenia."
His optics dimmed.
"No. It is inexcusable for hate and bias to remain that strong for that long." He said firmly. "We've suffered enough as it is. The longer it takes for mechs to change, the more chance they won't."
"But at the same time, you can't expect them to change in a day. It will take time. It's not an easy thing to ask from people whom have been warring for eons to just drop their hatred and prejudices. I know that it's intolerable, and I want it to change as well. I'll do my best to make it change faster... Cybertron deserves the peace."
"I never said things would change in a day." He agreed, staring at him. "But I will not raise my sparklings in a hostile environment where they will learn lessons of hate."
"To that I couldn't agree more. Our sparklings deserve to know a Cybertron at peace and be safe... We'll have to work hard to make it work." He replied finally, his optics firm and resolute, and he vowed to himself never to spew judgement and prejudices like he just did.
It was wrong, and he was better than that. Starscream's optics lifted, meeting his evenly, and he nodded once.
"That…. would be my dream as well."
"We'll have work to do, on both sides, then. I can already foresee the numerous obstacles standing in our way." He returned his gaze, optics unwavering and intense.
He nodded slowly, the rage and anger bleeding out, replaced by a heavy weight of reality on what they had to face replacing it.
"A lot..."
Optimus felt it too, and it was like the weight of Cybertron was on his... Their.. shoulders. It would be a challenge of the titans for the next few months, but... It would be worth it...
Starscream felt heavy…. tired. He knew it wasn't physical, but…. He sighed, running a hand over his face.
"Frag if you thought I was erratic before I was sparked up…. just wait for the next few months. I'm going to send them running to the hills."
Optimus chuckled some, his own feelings easing and seeping out of him slowly, and he just felt tired, worn and in need of a cube of High Grade.
"Maybe you'll manage to convince them by frightening the Pit out of them..."
"Maybe." He smiled tightly, then the thought just occured to him, and his optics widened, jaw dropping open. "Oh frag me."
"What? What is it?" Optimus asked, taking a step towards his mate, worry flaring.
He looked up at him, wild panic in his optics, dread in his spark.
"No high grade."
"What? But we didn't have any..." Well, not today, not yet though, and he remembered last night. A wild night... "Oh..."
Starscream just groaned, sinking onto the berth with a miserable whimper.
"NO high grade… for MONTHS!"
Optimus had a little grin at that and he sat beside him on the berth, patting his back.
"Well, at least, you won't wake with Processor aches for some time."
"No, I'll just be puking my guts out every morning." He winced.
"See it as a test of will." He replied a bit teasing and wrapped an arm around him.
Starscream just groaned, leaning into him.
"Yeah…. right. Willpower…. I'll puke on you first."
Optimus chuckled again and his optics sparkled with amusement.
"Be my guest. I'll just have to drag you into the shower afterward."
"Oh the horror…." He muttered. "Speaking of which…." He glanced down at his frame and sniffed. "I haven't bathed in a while. The oil is gunking up in my gears."
"Need some help?" Optimus replied, optics lighted with mischief. "I do need it too. I feel like my cogs are clogged..."
"Most definitely…. I might purge in there then who will help me?"
"I can't let this happen! I shall be there to catch you and clean it all up for you." he said, feeling way too happy about it all now.
"Hmmm well…. I heard someone back at your base…" He prodded his chassis. "Had a tub."
"Oh you did huh? I won't ask how you know it..." He purred and smiled a crooked smile at his mate.
"How'd you even get one….. I didn't think anyone had one anymore."
"That is my secret..." He chuckled and his optics shone in amusement and teasingly.
"Hmmmm is it now?" He mused leaning forward, optics glittering. "Well your secrets are now mine..."
Optimus laughed and opened the bond, letting him see his memories.
"Well, it was a demand of mine when the ark was built. I do have my... little pleasures."
He gasped exaggeratingly.
"For shame!"
Optimus laughed and wrapped his arms around him.
"Well, it's true! But I have so little luxuries... This one is mine alone."
"Oh I'll find out." He murmered, running a hand along his jaw, tracing down his cables in his neck, pinching lightly at the joint of his shoulder. "I always get what I want."
"Do I not know this, Starscream..." He purred and chuckled, leaning down to capture his lips in a heated kiss.
The seeker breathed into his kiss, a low whine coming from his vocalizer as he returned the kiss, fingers intertwining in his neck cables as he returned the kiss fiercely. Optimus groaned inside the kiss and tilted his head to give him more access to his neck. He took a deep intake when they parted and whispered in his audio.
"Didn't you needed a shower, love...?"
"Mmmm shower…. yes….." He mused, optics rich and warm as his grip tightened on his neck, refusing to let him go.
Optimus lifted him up and walked to the washroom holding him and kissing him heatedly. He fumbled some with the commands since he had a bundle of seeker in his arms, but he managed to get them running. Starscream purred, curling up in his arms in as small of a bundle as he could, expertly shifting his wings as he moved with him, sliding from his arms only once they were inside the shower, pulling his head down with him into a passionate kiss.
Optimus growled and attacked his wings with mouth and glossa, rubbing his hands on the back and pinching a wingtip. The hot coolant was making steam rise from their bodies and he pushed his seeker against the wall of the already cramped space. Starscream growled low, biting at his neck as he was pushed against the wall, wrapping his arms around his neck and shoulders, pulling him closer, crushing his lips against his. Optimus proded his lips with his glossa, then slipped inside his mouth, tasting and feeling him. He rumbled his engine against him and rubbed a hand firmly over the flat of a wing, the other scrappiung against his cockpit glass.
Starscream made a throaty moan of ecstacy, trilling against him as his wings tingled under the touch, and he squirmed slightly, whimpering. Optimus fed the bond with his need, and his love, and he moved the hand from his chest to his aft, sneaking a hand there to lift him, holding him against the wall for support. Steam was rising around them and he growled un arousal. Starscream breathed, vents hissing out hot air as he arched against him, fingers caressing his helm, sliding up to his antenna and rubbing there as his body started to tingle, heating up.
His antenna twitched under the touch and he moaned aloud, arching against him, his mouth now busy licking and sucking on the edge of a smooth wing. He was feeling his heat, making his own rise up and his interface feeling a little tight. Starscream pulled him close, panting as his frame began to heat up rapidly, every touch seeming to stimulate him hard and fast... and sliding up he returned the favor, wrapping his glossa around the base of his antenna.
Optimus was highly riled up now and he groped his mate's aft shamelessly, worshipping his wings with licks, kisses and light sucking all along the edge and plane. He finally let his interface cover slid open and bare his interface equipment. His optics met Starscream's and he almost begged him, heated and lustful. The seeker didn't hesitate, his own panels sliding open, stiff and ready for action as his optics glittered hungrily at him.
-You can do... whatever you wish...- He breathed and lifted him a bit higher, his optics locked on him, fiery with passion. His spike was stiff and ready, and he felt lubricant trickle down his thighs...
Starscream shivered, but took advantage of that, sliding against him and straddling his hips, then sliding his cable into his port, twisting as he did to move it in. Optimus gasped and arched against him, port clenching, and he mewled in pleasure, nibbling at his lover's neck. He twitched his hips and held his back firmly. Starscream arched his hips and slid into him, pushing down slow and deliberate, sensing each node, feeling each bump, enjoying it.
Optimus felt his port being stretched and filled, enjoying the feeling and moving his hips to meet his mate's one. He was somtimes on the submissive role and he loved it a lot, it was a gret change from his usual duties as a Leader... Starscream made the most curious sounds as he moved, purring and twisting, pushing down, his pace increasing as his breath hitched as a spasm flushed through his frame.
Optimus was enthralled by the sounds Starscream was making, they were so... enticing and made him feel even more aroused and needy. He curled his hand against his lower back, tightening into a fist, and the other supported them against the wall. Panting a little, pausing his pace, his frame still tingling, he placed a hand over his spark chamber, trying to calm the sparklings that were zipping around and running into his worked-up spark. They were excited... and as they bounced it sent more tingles through him.
Optimus felt his spark fluttering and he pressed a kiss over his spark, purring, angling rumbling and working hard, fans clicking. His own spark was quickly building a pleasurable charge and it felt... tight and pounding. Starscream gazed into his optics, nodding slightly and began to move again, twisting, shifting, not pounding like others tended to do, his was a sinewy dance. And it was ho so pleasurable... Not rough and feeling rushed like some harder kind of interface does. It felt warm, and loving... He buried his face in his lover's neck and nibbled, biting at the taught cables there, his hips moving to match the swirly, sinuous movements.
Each twist each motion made him gasp, his systems heating up at the slow dance, until finally, his flurried spark could take no more. With a high-pitched scream of pleasure, he overloaded hard into Optimus. The feeling of his mate's overload sent Optimus careening to his own, and his spark felt like it exploded inside his chest, white-hot, tingling and pulsing hard. His port clamped around the invading spike and held it there until the last drop of the lubricant was released.
Starscream felt as if he were flying, twisting in the clouds, yet still rooted on the ground as he rode his overload, dreamily collapsing back on his mate's shoulders, shivering slightly, spark pulsing bright and satisfied. Optimus growled and panted as he let his overload wash through him in waves, feeling weightless and so heavy at the same time. He body was filled with lust, love, need, and possessiveness for his carrying mate. He wrapped his arms tightly around him. Starscream's frame relaxed against his, enjoying the warmth of the afterglow and relaxed, limp against his mate, sighing with satisfaction.
The shower was still on, and the little droplets of warm water on his chassis was so soothing. Optimus closed his optics and nuzzled his mate, purring deeply in satisfaction, pure bliss filling him. He leaned against the wall and slid to the floor holding Starscream against his chest. The seeker went with him, optics dim and wings drooping as he neared recharge, the warmth of the water tingling happily against his frame. Optimus's own systems slowly cycled down into recharge still purring and rumbling quietly, spark soothed and pulsing slowly, reaching out through the bond to his mate. Starscrea replied lazily, smiling as he rested against him.
-Love you.-
-Love you too...-
He finally slipped into recharge right there and then and rested his head on his mate's helm. Starscream followed suit... the water still running.
oOo
Optimus shivered and slowly woke after an unknown amount of time, only to realize that he was sitting under a spray of now cold water. He reached up and close the water. Starscream was still sound asleep in his arms, peaceful, though shivering a little from the cold water. Optimus smiled and lifted him into his arms, before walking out of the room and grabbing a towel to dry him off and snuggle him warmly.
"Hmmm." Came the low moan. "Wha...?"
"Shhh, you should rest, my spark." He replied and laid him onto the berth, tucking him into a nice thermal blanket.
"Mmmf rested plenty..." He mumbled. "What time is't?"
"Close to noon already. We had a nap in the shower." He chuckled and smiles warmly.
"Hm. Right. Shower. Cold. Fraggit."
"I dryed you off, I wouldn't want you getting any viruses at the moment." He sat beside him and tilted his head.
"MMf no no more viruses."
Optimus felt amused by this and his sleepy mate, and he put a gentle hand on his shoulder. Starscream snuggled down, smiling and bit lightly on his neck cables. Optimus wrapped an arm around him and sighed, rubbing his wing where he could reach it.
"M hungry." The seeker stated, rather poutily.
"Energon then. Right." Optimus stood and went to fill two cubes, bringing them back to the berth.
Starscream smiled, sitting up, snuggling the blanket close, and sipped the cube in appreciate, thrumming his satisfaction as he downed it in a few quick gulps, holding it out.
"More pweze."
Optimus laughed and handed the other that he hadn't touched yet.
"You know that you look very adorable, right now? You know how to push my buttons."
He just smiled knowingly.
"Yes. I know."
Optimus rolled his optics and huffed, then he sighed with a chuckle.
"You little sneak..."
He smirked.
"That's what I'm known for." Sipping the energon, he sighed happily. "Hungrier than normal... probably the three little ones."
"More?" Optimus asked, and he walked back to the dispenser to pour a third cube, and one for himself too finally. "It must be, they would be energy consumming."
"Well... free supply of energon doesn't hurt." He mused. "Never had one in my quarters before."
"I have one on the Ark, but I usually go to the rec room to get my energon." Optimus explained returning with the cubes. He handed one to his mate and siped the other.
"Mmm we have one." He mused. "Just one. And you get your rations as partitioned by the computer system... since I'm so 'small' I get a partial half-ration a day... but seeker's consume more fuel than ground pounders since flying takes a lot out of us... so I was used to being on 30% fuel all the time... and I'm going to milk all this free fuel for all I can to get up to 100%"
"I knew the Decepticons were on short rations most of the time. We are too, but not as much, I presume." He nodded in understanding, he had often worked at only half his optimal capacities, but 30% sounded like not functional at all. "It's a wonder you were still able to pull all those aerial stunts then."
He shrugged.
"You learn to do it, or you are slagged by Megatron... it's also why we often retreated so quickly if we could... success or save our reserves."
"Megatron is a terrible Leader if he keeps his troops so underfueled on purpose. Worst then I thought." He shook his head and crossed his arms, pacing some as he thought. "If he had been wiser, he would've had the chance to actually win the war a long time ago."
"Had little to do with his leadership, more to do with we just didn't have enough fuel regularly." he snorted. "They would party when we got a raid... squander it, rather than save it... that's why we ran out."
Optimus couldn't help but sigh, shaking his helm.
"In the long run, with this regiment, you know that you would've lost, dont you? Not necessarily because we'd best you in the battlefield but because you won't be able to fight anymore."
He glanced over at him.
"You'd be surprised. We've functioned on so little for this long... and yet we still give you a challenge. Imagine what we would be like fully fuelled."
"I... Don't even want to think about it." He replied with a half-smile, optics gleaming in amusement, and interest. "You are a though, witful group, I have to give you that, but you lack... discipline. It's always looking like a constant free-for-all, where no one follows orders unless they're given with a gun to the faceplates. No insults intended, only observations."
"Hm…. no, that's not entirely true." He glanced over at him. "Just me. The rest follow Megatron's orders."
"Well on the battlefield, when things get too hot, I often see some, not all, of you fleeing the battle... I have seen it a few times." he replied, and lifted an optic ridge. "Megatron rules by fear, and fear had never be a good reason to keep following someone after a time. I often got the idea that, someday, the Decepticons may crumble from the inside."
He nodded slightly.
"It may be that could happen….. but…. you will never see it. Those that collapse, are killed. Simple as that."
"Reducing your number just the same. Megatron can't recruit new mechs, just as Autobots cannot either, not anymore. Either way, this isn't good. I can see a lot of ways that things could go wrong in this war, for the Decepticons and the Autbots."
He nodded slowly.
"You never know. Megatron and Shockwave come up with some hare brained schemes sometimes…. that could not only destroy you, but them…. I tried to keep it reasonable not that it worked."
Optimus looked tired and had a slight frown.
"Those two together are the worst plague Cybertron has ever gotten. They could destroy our world and all the Cybertronians for the sake of winning... This is ridiculous."
"Yes…. if we take Megatron down it won't stop the Decepticons, Shockwave and Soundwave will take over..."
"This is going to make things a lot more complicated. I know that Soundwae is 100% loyal to Megatron. I have my doubts about Shockwave... he has his own agenda. I don't know what he's up to but he's working for himself..."
"Shockwave…. is loyal to his own points. Soundwave is loyal to those whom he respects…. Megatron being his one focus now, but…. logic dictates his moves. If he can be convinced to see the logic of a situation he may change places."
Optimus nodded, pondering on this new information. Soundwave being a creature of logic, he can be manipulated, to some extent, if convinced that Megatron isn't worthy of respect anymore... But Shockwave is another matter entirely.
"Yes, this is true, but Shockwave had always seem like a wild card to me. Loyal, but with an agenda of his own. And Soundwave... Megatron's loyal lapdog. If he can be convinced that Megatron isn't worth that respect anymore..."
He nodded. "It… may be possible to appeal to his maternal instincts…. he is, after all, a creator himself."
Optimus lifted a optic ridge.
"So the Cassettes are his creations... I had my doubts. If so, then you are right. War has never been a place for children."
"He belives it is." He warned. "They fight the same as he does…. but…. I'm not sure how he created them and when. They are cassettes so they differ from sparklings."
"I dont know much about cassettes and Carriers. I had never been close to Blaster, and he never really talks about it. But he always seems to care for them like they are his sparklings."
"Cassettes are created. The creator splits his spark and puts them into creations he has crafted. They are pre-made, and do not mature, they learn a little, but are considered adults technically. They cannot survive without their creator unlike a sparkling who can survive."
"Interesting... And it do make sense. Soundwave can be manipulated using his instinct to protect his creations..." He frowned some, he didn't really like the idea, but they had to consider everything.
He nodded slightly. "If he dies, they must find another to bond to or they will die. Typically the ideal candidate is another carrier who can split-spark, but it's possible with any mech."
"Hum... I'll keep this in mind, but I would prefer if we keep the body count to a minimal. If it comes to that though..." He sighed and shook his head, optics slightly dimmed.
He nodded.
"Soundwave's talent is… handy. And a detriment sometimes. It just depends how you use it."
"Yes... Soundwave has great assets but he can be a real threat because of that, depending on which side you're in with him." He felt a little weird discussing another bots demise, or manipulation.
He nodded slightly. "I have had my experiences with him that are frustrating and impossible…. but he also has taken my side before when it suited him…. he is nothing if logical at least."
"And that can be exploited." Optimus agreed with a smile. "In the meantime, I thought you were supposed to make the first test on the Dimensional portal today? You've been working on it for a week now."
"Ugh… yes…. I suppose I should." He grimaced.
"You're not alone in this Starscream. You've got help." He replied with a smile, patting his back. "You aren't impatient to go back?"
"I know…." He said softly, optics dimming. "Impatient… to what awaits us?" He looked up at him, optics veiled.
Optimus put a hand on his shoulder, optics softening. "You are worried... It's a big change that awaits you, and me. I'm... not looking forward about talking to my men. That will be awkward at best. And you... It won't be easy either."
"No…" he agreed. "But we must go back nonetheless." He sighed, then stood slowly, making his way towards the door.
"Yes... Our mere presence here is an anomaly, you explained it to me a few times." He replied and followed him, his hand still clamped on his shoulder.
He nodded, placing a hand on his shoulder.
"Yes…. It's best we do what we need….." Sighing, he opened the door to the exit, and headed down the corridor towards the lab.
oOo
Optimus followed him in silence but he supported him and comforted him through their bond. He didn't like feeling his seeker so distraught about something. He wanted him happy and he would do anything in his power to make it so. Entering the lab, Starscream lifted his chin, wings upright, putting on his usual mask of strength.
"My apologies for being tardy."
His counterpart turned back to look at him, a pad in hand and smiling when he appeared. He waved a hand dismissively and tilted his head. "That's alright, I was reviewing everything to make sure that this is all going to work. Everything's in place for the test."
"Good. When can we begin?" He took the pad, turning it so he could read it while still in his counterpart's hand.
"In five clicks. The generators are still in charging mode. But if this is right, then you would be back to your own dimension within the hour." Starscream replied and turned the pad so he could read better. "Your calculations and mine were accurate, I verified them three times."
"Then let's hope they truely work." He murmered. "How will we test it? How can we be certain?"
"Well, sending a probe through the portal first to make sure is indeed the right dimension. The portal would be opened for a cycle with the generators fully charged."
He nodded slightly. A probe would be a wise move…. but…
"How will we gather information form it?"
He led them to another machine whom had lots of cadrans and a monitor on the front.
"The probe is linked to this, and it would be able to send information through the portal. Hopefully, it'll work long enough for us to know."
He nodded, studying the device.
"If you have enough strength in the generators, it should work for some time."
"I linked the generators to a solar energy colector. This should help boost up the power for some time. But the portal will lose stability if it stays opened too long, so this would have to be quick. Or you may end up somewhere different then what you expect anyway... Dimensional theory is not an exact science."
He nodded.
"Of course." stepping back, he nodded. "Then, let us try it."
His counterpart nodded and went to the portal. On the side of the ringed-shape frame, there was a control pannel and he switched a few buttons on the 'on' position. A low buzz could be heard, and then a bright flash of light filled the room. When it fadded, the portal was openedé It looked like troubled water through wich a landscape could be seen.
Starscream crouched to peer through it…. staring, fascinated.
"Look… the event horizon fluctuates!"
The white Starscream walked closer and looked at the edges of the portal, whom were indeed rippling and fluctuationg. He frowned.
"I expected that... The portal isn't as stable as I thought... Better hurry. Sending the probe in now!" He went to another control pannel, on the receiver's machinery of the probe, and activated the small drone. It zoomed through the portal and vanished.. reappearing in the landscape on the other side.
Quickly, he moved to stare at the readings on the computer screen, and began to operate the probe. Scans, reading the results, trying to find familiar code frequencies.
The monitor was showing a familiar sight, a forest full of life and greenery of an Earth that was way more familiar to them. Optimus stayed close to the portal, peering through, not getting in the scientist's ways. The first reading came through... The atmosphere was right, the temperature, a few human TV and radio signals that seemed right as well. And then, all scrambled and hard to hear, came a very familiar voice that made Optimus's spark clench with relief.
"...Keep looking! FInd a way... Back!... ...Jack and Perce... Allmost there!" Autobots...
Starscream frowned. It sounded like it was the right one…. He glanced at Optimus for confirmation.
Optimus came over to look at what code frequencies they were receiving, and he smiled brightly, relief flooding the bond.
"Yes! It's a frequency that is used for internal comms! I recognize it!" He looked at Starscream's counterpart here. "Can I send anything through?
Starscream blinked at him, then glanced at his counterpart, spark pounding.
The other seemed to ponder a moment and then nodded, handing him a microphone like thing.
"I'm not sure how much they can receive though. You have to be quick." Optimus nodded. Bits and parts of converstions were still coming through and he activated the device to the same frequency. "Autobots, this is Optimus Prime! I am unharmed and well, and will be coming back soon! Do you copy?"
Somewhere back at the base… A rather startled Red Alert grabbed at the comm link, dropped it with a loud squeal. "OPTIMUS?"
Optimus winced, this had came through loud and clear.
"Yes, Red! This is me! I.. It's quite complicated but I'm still stuck in another dimension! I will be coming back through soon! And I will not be alone!"
"What? Dimension? I don't understand, Optimus! Are you safe? Are you ok?"
"As I said, I'm unharmed, but there isn't much time! This portal isn't really stable! I need you to be ready for my return!" He said and then he glanced at Starscream, feeling like he should wait. Talking of this now would be most awkward since the connection was so bad.
Starscream's spark brushed at his, agreeing with his thoughts instinctively. Don't panic the parnaoid security director.
"Oh….oh kay." Red Alert said, sounding a bit faint. "I'll tell everyone…. please come back soon!"
"I'll be there as soon as I can. Thank you Red!" The line started to scramble and faded into static and optic shook it a bit. "Dead... Well, at least they got the message. Do you think it is safe to go now that we know it's the right universe?"
Starscream straightened.
"It seems stable enough to permit a transmissoin and the probe went through. If we can reestablish it with enough strenght, then yes..."
Optimus was feeling so hopeful now and his spark was feeling light. Yet waryness was heavy on his shoulders, and he had the feeling /something/ was going to bust it.
"Do it then. We cant stay here much longer..."
Starscream glanced at his counterpart, optics gleaming.
"How long until we can power the full-sized portal?"
"Two more cycles, at least." Immediately replied his counterpart, and he was typing away on a console next to the portal, that was linked to the generators. "It will be a one way trip, though, and a one-time use."
"Yes…." He murmered. "That is best…. with respect, I don't want any of your Autobots following us through."
"I will destroy the machines and the notes once this is over, so this won't fall into ennemy hands. I can't imagine what Optimus Prime would do with this knowledge..." He shuddered and looked every bit as worried as he felt.
"No… it would be nothing good." He agreed. "Very well I will help you put this together….." He glanced at his mate, smiling. "If you want to help love, you can… but it will be rather sciencey."
Optimus chuckled and shook his head, lifting a hand with a smile.
"I think I'll let you science bots work in peace. I'll onlly get in your way." He replied and chuckled, then left the room to go occupy himself for some cycles.
Starscream smirked, and threw him a warm brush of his spark.
oOo
Optimus walked towards the rec area of the ship, but halfway through there, he felt like he was... observed. And his spark felt strange. Itchy? Something like that. Looking around, he was sure that he saw a shadow disappearing in a side hallway. Frowning he walked there and looked. Nothing, apparently... But the impresion was still heavy and he had a bad, very bad feeling in his spark. Maybe the Matrix trying to warn him of something... He cant let himself be paranoïd! He took a few steps and looked around again. Closed doors, and one that was half opened at the end of the hallway.
Silence was in fact sometimes a dead giveway… except when it was Mirage. His camoflage was impeccable, unbreakable and nigh undetectable. So when he slipped up behind the false Optimus Prime, grinning coldly, he stopped as he kept glancing back, vents on silent, pedes not making a sound, but his gun aimed right at his exposed back,
Optimus froze again, that bad feeling swelling in the pit of his tanks as he turned around again. Was there a breathing he heard? He felt very weird, his spark was fluttering, and he tightened his fists.
"If someone's there, show yourself!" He finally said, tension rising.
Mirage almost laughed aloud. Almost. No vents, no sound…. yet he still knew he was there. That was impressive. And at the question, he smirked.
"Very well." He mumered, voice low and sultry as the gun butted up against Optimus' back, and fired. "Here I am!"
Optimus berely had time to register the mech before his spark was suddenly drowned in pain and twisted like a ball of platiscine human kids play with. He screamed and fell face first on the ground, frame shaking and limbs locking. That... that blast was tempering with his spark energy!
Mirage cackled coldly, kneeling down and immidiately clamping a vocal muter over his mouth to shut him up, an iron plate that fastened over his jaw, then drew him into his invisible field.
"Shhhh now….. don't make a sound my dear little Prime wannabe..."
Meanwhile, back in the lab, Starscream jerked violently with a gasp of startlement, and promptly dropped his tool with a loud clatter.
Optimus looked back at the spy with pain-glazed optics, limbs locked and unable to move. And now he was muted as well, and the only sounds he could make were muffled cries. He felt Starscream's own surprise and pain through the bond and tried to shut it off, blocking his end.
The other Starscream opened his mouth in shock and asked, immediately reaching for his counterpart. "What's wrong?"
Starscream however, was alarmed even more.
-Optimus?- He pushed, fear tickling his spark as he turned without hesitation, tearing out of the lab, full speed.
Optimus kept his end of the bond shut tight, as he jerked again and arched, pulled into a starage area by this spy.
-No! Stay away! Autobots! Here! Got me! GO AWAY!-
-Frag that!- He snarled viciously whipping his null ray out as he zeroed towards his mate's location. -I'm not letting them TAKE you!-
Mirage seemed to be amused at his struggles, not the strongest mech in the bunch, but a pair of stasis cuffs on his wrists did the trick nicely.
Optimus couldn't defend himself and he could only glare helplessly at his captor with cold rage. He reached for Starscream instinctively, trying to push him away through the bond.
-NO! Think of... the sparklings! Please!-
His counterpart hadn't stayed innactive and soon, alarms were ringing through the ship.
Starscream skidded to a stop, spark pounding with rage and defiance….. but also torn. The sparklings…. or his mate... Optimus felt sad to have to pound this fact through to convince his mate to stay away but the sparklings were a priotiry.
-Save them... I'll... Be fine. And... If you're free you can... Come for me.. later...-
-No….. no please don't do this to me!- He begged, gasping at the order. -I can't let you be taken...-
-Better one of us stay free! You come for me... I trust you... Don't put them in danger... I beg you.- He sent him his love and trust and all the confidence he had in him.
Starscream stood there, feeling utterly torn…. one hand on his chassis, the other gripping tightly at his side. No… no he couldn't let him….. Growling, he tore down the hallway, and instead of heading towards the bridge where Optimus was…. he turned towards the generator room.
Optimus was dragged... somewhere. he could berely see, all he could register was pain and anguish for his mate. Hoping he would stay away, dont let himself be captured, not with the sparklings! He looked at Mirage and glared darkly, wanting to trash and beat him up. Mirage ignored him. Heading for the exit as quickly as he could as silently as possible. The alarms were going off, but they had yet to develop a way to detect him…. and as he entered the gate room, he locked the door after him and began to start up the device.
"Time to go for a ride."
Optimus growled but it was muffled by the mouth clamp and the stasis cuffs were enough to prevent his movements, as his limbs were still locked. Whatever device he had used on him, it had lasting effects. He felt his mate was up to something, though, and he was worried sick.
-Starscream... Don't let yourself be captured...-
Just at that moment….. all power to the ship was promptly cut, plunging it into darkness. Now, everyone was on equal footing with Mirage… and he couldn't escape. The Autobot swore vhemently, whipping around. A smug sense of satisfaction resided in Starscream's spark as he stepped back from the generator, null ray crackling.
"Try that on for size, fraggers."
Optimus jumped some when all lights went off and he felt his captor trashing and swearing next to him. He had seen they were close to a sas, and he hoped the mech wouldn't find his way back there. He felt Starscream's glee and and smugness and sent him a twinge of relief, but yet he was frightened.
Unfortunatley, now they were in the dark. Fortunately…. someone else knew something was up. Starscream felt his way through the corridors, and jumped nearly out of his skin when a bright flash of purple light briefly lit up two figures before it grew dark again.
"Skywarp… Thundercrakcer." He gasped.
The sirens were blaring loudly around them and it was hard to even distinguish if they were in a room oor an hallway, but the two figures seemed to nod.
"That's us! You are the other Starscream, aren't ya? Need a hand?" Skywarp of course...
Optimus felt his mate's surprise and sent him curiousity and wariness.
"Yes…. I need to find Optimus. He's in danger." Starscream said immidiately, grabbing someone's arm, not sure whose…. though it hardly mattered. "He's….." He focused. -Where are you...-
-Near a airlock, I'm not sure where. Deck 3 I think, same as the labs.- He replied, his voice a little shaky but more even now.
Thundercracker was the one he grabbed, and he could feel another hand grip his shoulder too.
"That's probably the airlock of the storage room, it's not far."
"Near…. the storage rooms. An airlock. On this deck." he said grabbing tighter to the arm. "We need to save him."
Skywarp warped them to the location, knowing where it was, and Optimus distiguished a flash of purple light nearby. -
-Starscream, please, be careful...- His captor had seen it too though...
Mirage immidiately knew firing at them would be a bad thing… besides. He wasn't alone. He crouched down over his quarry, making himself small as possible…. and waited as the seekers began to scout the room. Skywarp slowly made his way inside the room feeling around, and he knew Thundercracker was right beside him, on the other side of the room. Optimus was relieved, they could overcome a single mech... And then they'll get the Pit away from this Dimension. But... A strange sound started sounding behind them.
Starscream slowly lurked forward, no idea where his mate was. He knew he was in this room….. but that was it. Spark bonds weren't that accurate…. He shifted his gaze for a spectrum analysis….. just in time to see something odd, as he turned. Another mech was there, and he justhad time to see a flash of light when the energy was fired silently from the device in Jazz's hand. The creepy little mech watched and his grin could almost be seen through the dark. Optimus felt his mate and trashed as much as he could.
Starscream stiffened, and a strange sense of agony as his spark jolted and spasmed, followed his motion forward, falling….. helpless to stop him, fear and panic in his chest. At that flash, Mirage opened fire, right on both TC and Skywarp. The two other jets were taken by surprise and fell in almost complete would've screamed in frustration and anguish if he could. Jazz quickly clamped a sound muffler on Starscream's mouth and cuffed him. Then he pulled him towards where the airlock should be.
Starscream struggled as much as possible, fear and panic setting in. Despite his mate's warning…. he'd thought he could save him…. and he couldn't….. guilt pulled at him as well as despareation. Optimus tried to reassure him throuygh the bond, and he tried to hide his own fear and despair to his love.
-You shouldn't have come for me... But... We're together in this...-
Jazz spoke in a low voice in a commlink and soon, the airlock started to open, leading to a small shuttle.
-No…. I had to. I don't care what you say…. I can't leave you to be captured alone. I can't.-
-Thank you Starscream... If this goes for the worst... I'll always love you.-
He was pulled into the shuttle byt rough, harsh hands and his spark clenched. They were back at square one... There was nothing he could do… no way he could stop it…. and the moment the shuttle door shut and they were spinning away from the Decepticons's ship, his spark sank in dread as Mirage stepped away, the field deactiveating and a dark form stood over them. Optimus smirked down at both of them.
"I think that went well."
-TBC-