This chapter is long... but I hope it makes sense.

Things Change

"It was not your place." Starscream snarled at Skywarp, both of them facing off armed with their god-given talents. Metal teeth were being gnashed as they bickered. Claws had already come out to play. The stress level in the room was enough to make the US government go to D-con-5. Wondering why yet?

Well, I did something to make Skywarp upset. Really, really upset. Starscream was in super-dupper protective Sparkling mode about ready to rip the Seekers wings right off. Chris and I were both sitting silent as they fought with words. He leaned against my shoulder for support, not quite recovered from his fainting only a moment before. Neither of us wanted to see it get to fists, and neither of us wanted to talk to each other at the moment. Comfort of body heat was a different matter entirely though. We were still very much ruled by senses.

It had been an awful day, almost a week since Starscream's talk with me, about what exactly was going on in my narrow world. And only five or six days since I non-verbally ignored Chris. You guy's don't know about that yet, though. I'm gonna explaining it, but to do so… it's got to be chronological. A lot of this crap has to be. Now, here we were, Chris and I, with two angry, giant cybernetic robots facing off at each other. Both ready to spit fire for what they believe in. And for what? Or better yet, Who?

Me, of course. Or better yet, my life.

I will have to start at the beginning, because it does make a lot of sense they would be fighting, but over me? It isn't logicical, to me anyway. I'll start at the very beginning, and I mean way, way back:

This is where I think it started. As always I was playing with something I shouldn't have. Chris's emotions.

Chris and I both felt different to each other. To me, we felt alien and weird, but Chris told me once: I felt like 'regular'. I had been curious for a long time afterwards. Well, until Starscream told me that Chris had given up and succumbed to Skywarp's brain-washing, then I realized it was because he didn't remember or acknowledge the fact that I was anything but a transformer. Like him.

I won't lie and say I accepted Chris being 'gone'. That's where I started the first little inklings of dislike for me started with Skywarp. I had been furious the next time I had seen Chris. It burned in my gut like a fire that refused to be quenched. My mind was not my own as I felt the need to hurt him for hurting me. I refused to play with him. He tried to throw a scrap piece of metal like a ball at me, and I ignored it. That was something I never did. We always played. I was someone he could rely on for such things. We were practically siblings. Chris had been confused, cocking his head and opening his optics till they were as large as saucers: he was hurt by my actions.

Then, he started crying.

I remembered feeling immensely horrible afterwards, and even tried to comfort him, but he was inconsolable. That was my first strike with Skywarp. He had still been in the room when I had refused to play and, after picking Chris up, glared at me. He was usually childish and brutish, but this was very frightening in and of itself. I'd never seen a Transformer that pissed at me since I was human. Starscream came over not a moment later to pick me up, also.

I felt only so much protection.

They shared a few words over the hick-up sobs of Chris, which I couldn't hear because I refused to listen. I shut off my ears and tried to drown my sorrows in silence. Was it my fault that he changed? My conscious told me I was being mean, but my mind told me I was just protecting myself. The only way I could figure: by winning a fight of meanness. I snuggled into Starscreams fingers, trying to figure out what was wrong with the world. Dazed I realized. I was truly alone now. Chris was here, but not. We were both in the same situation, but he had already been given a head start in acceptance. I was still stuck at the stage known as denial. I wanted to feel alright, but I wasn't. I was jealous. That feeling confused me. Starscream let his finger dance a path down my back. Comforting.

"Is this because he is different?" Starscream asked as Skywarp walked away with a distraught sparkling in his hand, who had refused to stop his sobbing. At first, I didn't know it was directed at me until he repeated the question into my mind. I nodded my head, not prepared to speak at that moment. I felt like I was throwing a low-blowing tantrum. It was below me, and I knew that.

But anger was also known, and at that moment, more accepted than trying to do that right thing.

I had been raised better than that, but I couldn't help but feel angry. Childish anger. Anger that I have never felt before. I guess this was what it must have felt like to be betrayed.

Starscream only sighed, a low wind shaking his engines.

"Here I thought you humans were accepting beings…" He started to say, watching my reaction from the corner of his eye. I didn't really notice it until after the conversation that followed. It sparked something in me. Indignation.

"We are!" I interrupted him, like he knew I would. "I j-just feel betrayed." I finally spluttered after glaring at a crease in Starscreams palm. I traced it roughly before continuing, realizing for the first time that I was hurt by the event, too. Really figuring it out for the first time why I was acting as I was. "We were in this together. We both hated you. We both were surviving, but it doesn't feel that way anymore. I'm the only one left."

"How does that make you feel? How he left you. Without a good-bye." He interrupted before I could continue- his sharp eyes boring into mine as he poked me right where it hurt. I felt small under that gaze. I knew he wanted me to think, but I didn't want to think. It didn't seem fair. Life didn't seem fair. Everything was against me.

"I don't like it!" I hick-up'ed, my little fists scratched his large one as I coiled my fingers together. "He was all I had left. He-he was my only friend here. What right did he have to just leave me? To essentially commit suicide." I was breathing hard, even though I didn't have to. It was a human reflex. I knew I should have been crying, but I had a new body and it didn't cry. So I settled for hick-up's and moping.

"How do you think he must have felt, to make that choice?" Starscream said, stopping me in my tracks as I sniffled. I didn't want to think about it, but Starscream was pushing the question on my mind.

" The Cybertronian race is close to extinction, and we all made the choice to continue on the path. We do not regret our choices of domination, at least on the Decepticon side, because that is all we have left. The Autobots have made their choice to fight against us. The Decepticons have made the choice to continue towards survival. I have made my choice to change you. Chris has made his choice to change himself. You have made your own choice to stay the same." He let me breath before continuing. "We cannot change the past, now can we? We can only walk forward."

I didn't like how Starscream worded things. It made him seem right. All the time. Like Starscream understood all. A lot of the time it was almost comfortingly scary, but then I would remember why I hated him. He was the cause of all the strife and pain, no matter how small. Every time I thought of anything related to that, I would change the subject, with a sniffle. It wasn't worth fighting with the only being I had left in life. Even if he was the reason for me being alone.

"You have no regret for the pain I am going through?" I asked him, tracing the alphabet into his hand. He answered immediately.

"None."

"Why?" I was shocked. No remorse? I had always thought he must have felt something…

"Because I made my choice." His answer made me look him in the eye. He was emotionless when it came to us humans and the past. I didn't even know how he felt about anything other than Autobots. What did he think of us? Killing us? Changing us? Experimenting on us? What was I to him? Was I just a toy that could be disposed of?

"You do not like us-humans… do you like me? The thing I am…" I didn't want to know the answer. My hand was against my chest, as if it wasn't obvious. If he liked me, wouldn't that make it harder to hate him? What if he hated me? What if he was emotionless to anything that I was? We were living an okay life-style. It was strange and new, but there had been no real arguments and falling outs between us. I understood that Starscream thought differently than us. He didn't care for us. Most of the time, I forgot about that and simply existed. My body taking over and me just kind of auto-piloting. I didn't speak when I simply was alive. Then, there were times like this. Answers like the one Starscream gives me. Or remembering how Starscream could force thoughts into my mind without a moment's hesitation.

"I am pleased with you, yes, but it is true I have no love for what you once were. What you once were has no bearing on what you will become. What you will become is something I will mold. How can I dislike something that I created? The variables with your past are hard to understand-yes- and it becomes worrisome when I do not know your kind as I know my own, but it matters not. You are mine, and I can not hate something that I wrought with my own hands. It would be akin to a metal-smith hating his frying pan for burning him."

"I don't understand." I mumbled, flicking a finger to make a small unnoticed dent. I did though. I understood, but I didn't want it to be real. His hands were scarred, and I didn't know from exactly what. Definitely not from me.

"What do you not understand?" He asked me, running a finger almost lovingly down my head and back. It felt good. Soothing. Prying. Images and thoughts invaded my mind, of calming cybertronia seas, and silent hills made of iron and other unimaginable ores. I didn't realize till later that it was Starscream's way of calming me. Intruding in my mind and planting false images of happiness.

"Me and you. What I am for. Why I'm here. How I'm supposed to continue living." The thoughts of peace and calm came down on me like a sledge hammer. "Love. Hate. Or is it passion? Things I don't want to know about. Things that I want. I want to forget too…"

It was a true statement. How much easier must it be to forget everything? And how easy would it be for the world to forget me as soon as I was gone?

"If you want me to take your memories I will. If it becomes such a distractions that you will not move on, I will remove the memories myself. Against your will. But I warn you, you may not-" He was interrupted by me. I didn't know I had such a force still left within me.

"I may not what? Be the same? I haven't been the same for almost a month!" I sniffled. "I don't want to forget, but at the same time, I do. When I was human, things were cut and dry. Nothing was strange or weird. Now, I don't even know how to look at the world. It's different. It's scary. It's a place I've never heard of, and I want to go back!"

I sat in Starscreams palm, shivering and sniffling. I was whining and groaning my pains to Starscream, the person who caused all of this. Even if I couldn't cry, I could still feel the emotional turmoil that was dragged out of me.

"You can't go back." Starscream whispered into my mind, an almost loving caress that touched me from head to toe. It made me wonder why he was trying so hard to convince me. Couldn't he just re-program me? Or did that not exist? "If you did go back, you would not be accepted. What would your government do to you? Or your family unit?" I shivered, because I knew. It was stupid to think I would get a hero's welcome for escaping. "Here you have everything you need. I will love you, care for you, and treat you as my own- as best I can. How many humans can promise you that? Now? You will not get the same treatment anywhere else. Someone may try. Someone may succeed. But for how long? How will they provide you with what I have? Do you need anything else to survive? I'll give it to you."

I know, even to this day, that Starscream was manipulating my thoughts and feelings to his own. He implanted in me a fear of going anywhere from his side. Yes, he was not overly cruel, but he managed to extrude a presence that scared me just as much as if he was. He shot my self-confidence in the face and danced on its grave, but I could not fault him. Maybe it was something he had done before, and I was told to forget, but I cannot hate him. I want to. God, I want to very badly. I know I wrote a story on such a subject, so I know it is possible he has taken my story to heart. I still cannot hate him. My instinct has nothing to do with this fact. It's just accepted by now. I feel as though I am so far gone…

I was put to sleep not a minute after I was calmed, and then the next day was when Skywarp skipped his little butt into my sleeping quarters, woke me up, and then proceeded to berate me for making Chris cry. As if I didn't feel bad enough, now Skywarp was flouncing in telling me what I could and could not do with Chris. He was fragile, don't hurt him. He was a sibling, treat him better. He threatened me with such a discrete voice I was almost afraid that Starscream had not heard any of the threats laced in.

"I would suggest you stick to the creation I so graciously gave to you and stay away from mine." Starscreams voice was level and deadly. I would gladly call him my mother with how he was acting.

I didn't need to graduate from college to realize a threat from Starscream, even when he didn't disclose the actual threat part. His voice changed to a tone he had never used on me. It was reserved for people who he was pissed at. Skywarp narrowed his eyes, dropped Chris off next to me, and then left with an indignant sweep of his wing. He didn't even bother to make sure I kept good on my end of the 'deal.' He didn't need to worry though. I was better now.

So, when Chris threw the metal ball my way I caught it and tossed it back. Chris was delighted and squealed, got up, and trundled over on unsteady legs to hug me. All was forgiven in his mind. Like a toddler. Even when mine was screaming ' this isn't right. Never gonna be alright. This isn't right. Never gonna be alright."

Chris and I talked for a while. Him teaching me basic words he had picked up from Skywarp and me teaching him advanced words I had learned from Starscream. Our relationship was borderline parasitic to each other. You would think we could just download useless information, but we can't. We keep what we need, basic programming and such, and then we toss everything but the things that are vital to our hearts. Everything else has to be memorized and learned. We learn faster, almost ten times as fast, but it is not just downloaded.

Chris has a big stomach, so his is usually when his next feeding is. My Fanfiction authoress lifestyle has led me to greener pastures when food is introduced, namely: I forget to eat. My mind is mostly filled with thoughts of my family and how I miss them, or on the occasional mind slip, how great of a story this is. Starscream had tried time and time again to change my thoughts to something of his own, but my longing could not be contained. Sometimes it feels huge, like a monster wanting to envelope me in a hug.

My family, in my mind, is forever growing weary and weakened. I cannot remember certain family member's faces, laughs, or personalities. The memories are being lumped together until all I can think is that it might have been an aunt or uncle, or even my second youngest brother. I didn't remember who started the food fight on my tenth birthday or even who gave me my first cat, Wendy. Or was it Wizard? I wish the world had a way of reminding me of them, but it does not. I am trapped in a place with such white-wash colors of gray and black that I hardly remember the color of flesh and warmth. My memories of just before my turning are still as fresh as they day I received them.

I'm sad here, and that is certainly something Starscream can't fix by just telling me to suck it up. But that is neither here nor there, those are just my emotions. I'll continue from where I left off.

My second strike came on the third day after I had decided to accept Chris, no matter how brain dead he was. The Seekers had a way of saying what I thought of Chris. It's a keening noise. It means Kin. No hurt. No unnecessary anger. Sharing. So it shouldn't come as a surprise, what happened next. We were being stupid, plucking each other's wirings and seeing what would happen if we strayed too far. It was a game. I was on his arm and he was on my leg. So far, we had only succeeded in making my leg jump once and his arm flop uncontrollably. It was still lots of fun, pulling a wire and looking up into Chris's face to see if it had done anything. The disappointment was almost mirrored on our faces. Then we would both laugh ourselves silly, before proceeding to do it again.

I was curious, and I had taken apart plenty of things before, when I was human, so it only seemed natural to be curious about our bodies. I had stared at my fingers for hours before, so it wasn't really a surprise when Chris and I both poked and prodded each other. Starscream and Skywarp had both rolled their eyes, knowing that it was apparently 'childish sparkling antics.'

How was I supposed to know that Energon veins and wirings were different? I didn't know, and therefore, when I pulled his 'wiring' he froze up and stared at his arm. We both did. It was for a good reason too. His arm was welling blue, green liquid. We both looked into each other's eyes, wide and uncertain before we both called for help. Each of us calling for our creators. I have to admit that when we cry without tears, it pulls at the receptors. We're shrill and we shriek louder than any adult transformer ever could, but that is not the point.

The point was that I was freaking out so badly that my arm was starting to hurt in an almost empathetic pain. So it wasn't a surprise when Starscream came over within the second. We were both too distressed to hear when he said, but he called someone, and then tried to calm Chris and I down by picking us up. I switched back to primitive Cybertronian- Hick-up-click. Fear-confusion-helplessness. He was very gentle and I held onto his thumb as I tried to stop my own little melt down. I wasn't even the one hurt.

It was a weird feeling, the whole being scared. In this body, I had never experience the fear until that moment. I had been safe, and now it seemed as though that wasn't right. I shivered as imaginary cold fingers pried their way under my armor. I don't know how long it was before Starscream finally got Chris's arm to stop its bleeding. We both were sniffling tiredly by the end of it, though. Chris more so than I.

Then, as if nothing had ever happened, Starscream placed us both down on the table to resume our play. Chris and I, both wide-eyed and terrified, didn't even so much as think about touching each other. We kept our distance until we heard loud clanking of feet and Skywarp burst through the door, frenzied almost. The sight of him made Chris whine to be picked up and comforted by his creator. I remember feeling a bit of disgust. It seemed like just yesterday that Chris and I were both rolling and talking about our human lives. When we were still human ourselves.

That was about the time that Skywarp glared at me. It was a threat in itself. Staring at a sparkling that belonged to another bot. I guess in some cultures it could be considered worse than abuse. I flinched back from the stare and could only watch in horror as he took Chris and left.

"Keep your sparkling under control, Starscream." He spat as the door slid shut inches behind his foot. He got a final word in too. "Or I will."

It didn't register that I was shaking until Starscream picked me up, once again. This time the warmth of Chris was not there as a weight of comfort. I couldn't decide if that was a good or bad thing. Starscream's finger pattered down my back as I tried to understand what had just happened. It wasn't every day that I was threatened by one of Starscream's own trine mates. Starscream stared hard at the place where Skywarp had stood only moments before. His eyes bore into the walls as he patted me.

"It was not your fault. Simple curiosity. I've done worse to sparklings when I was as small as you." He sighed, sensing my distress from our bond. The bond itself was strong, and that helped me deal with everything going on. Strength streamed through it in a tidal wave, and I was swept up in it. Feeling comforted by the care Starscream was putting into it. I hid my face in the crook where his thumb met his hand, trying to hide from the world.

"Why is it so hard?" I asked trying, honestly trying, to understand. Skywarp was not the most stable of bots, and I can't say it would be a surprise to be attacked by him, but Chris had no worries of such things. Chris was growing in his strengths and weaknesses and I was stuck in a denial I wasn't aware of. Chris was flourishing while I was being beaten down. Most of that was because I didn't want to accept this existence. This life. I knew that, but I still didn't understand. Understanding was just out of reach.

"It is hard because you have put limitations on yourself." He all but growled to me. His voice was harsh, but I knew in my spark and through my bond that he wasn't angry at me, but angry at my human thoughts stopping me from being who he wanted me to be. A transformer like him. I wonder if this was how surrogate mothers felt. A child not theirs, but forced to take care of it.

"I want it to stop. Not my thoughts exactly… I just want everything to stop being so complicated." My whine was clearly heard in my voice, and I knew that I was being a baby but I didn't care. Chris's state was weighing heavily on me, and I couldn't help but think. Thinking was so treacherous to my mind. Chris. Me. Starscream. We didn't make sense.

I sniffled and Starscream continuously pet my head. The drumming on my head so nice and normal.

"Then stop making it so hard." He whispered, as my mind whirled in confusion. I was making it hard? How was it me? I almost spoke, but Starscream beat me to the punch. "You are not human. Not anymore. You don't want to believe that you have changed, but you have. I can see the change, and so can you. I have given you time to think, but you are not doing it. You are the only one not trying to live this new life. Yes, how you came about it might have been horrible, but it was necessary. And, yes, it may still be appalling, but you will never know unless you try." He stopped to sigh angrily, never ceasing the comforting head petting.

"You will not live unless you start to let go of your expectations of this life."

I wanted so badly to say something snappy, but I couldn't. My mouth was glued shut in shock, as the truth in Starscream's words radiated through every limb of my body, as well as his silent command to listen. Parental truth was truth to be followed, my body told me. Anyone willing to tell me how to think had to be trying in my best interest to save me. I didn't want to believe that, but I knew it was true. Or as true as the truth could be twisted.

"I know, but it is hard." I thought, hearing Starscream stop his petting to turn me to face him.

"I'm not asking you to immediately do it. I am asking you to start trying, because you have not for the three weeks you have started to live." I stayed silent as I started realizing how drowsy I was. The activity of the day had worn me out.

"I'm ordering you to start trying to live. Today." It was one of the last coherent thoughts I had before I fell into sleep. Or recharge. I don't know what I would call it.

The next day was where I started this story. When Starscream and Skywarp started to almost have a fist fight in front of two impressionable human-sparklings. Us. Chris and Me. It started out normal enough, except not normal because of that stupid command Starscream had given me. I had to obey. It was a compulsion. My mind honestly gave its best to think and see things as the transformers do. As Starscream does. As Chris does now.

The world was bleak to my human mind, but to the transformer humming away at the back of my mind, it was home. The dark and dreary landscape was not chaotic, like my human home world, but it had a certain element of surprise. You needed to be careful on earth. Anything could kill a small fleshling. Anything. Falling rocks, panthers, bears, other humans, cars crashing, buildings falling, and even our own bodies betraying us with heart attacks, cancer, and strokes.

I shivered in disgust, before catching myself. Starscream told me to think, and that was what I was doing. I was thinking like a Transformer. I blanched as I tried to remind myself of my origins. It didn't work and I felt myself slip into a thinking so foreign it was like there was another person in my head.

My eyes were opened to the possibilities and I couldn't look away. As soon as I let my mind's barrier fall away, it was like I was in the process of being reborn. Or something was born in me. Everything was different, at first. Things were new and exciting as I tried to let my mind throw away its fleshy observations. Sharp objects could kill. No. They could, but it would not. I was metal, and metal only hurt metal when crafted as such. Fleshlings were scared of metal because they were soft and impressionable. Metal could slice and dice organics without a care and still live.

Then I realized just what I was thinking and had to flinch at my own implications. I was thinking like them, it was only a step back from where Chris was at. I felt like I was trapped inside someone else's body. A serial killer. I was stuck in my musing as Skywarp brought Chris to the table, dropped him, and then walked over to talk to Starscream about our diet or something. We only ate one thing, so the conversation shouldn't last long.

Chirp click. Chris was worried.

I looked up to see Chris's bright pink eyes staring into my soul. I was almost positive they had been blue, but I didn't care. They were perfect. His brow was puckered up as he stared at me. Then, he plopped down and started to play with his feet, trying to make them do things they couldn't. It was almost as if the incident yesterday had never happened. His mind was blind to everything as he learned. Only important things were kept, and the unimportant discarded.

"Do you remember?" I asked him, in our own little language. His hands on his feet stopped moving and he looked at me. His stare was piercing for one with little to no processing speed. It only lasted a second, and the brief moment of hope I felt made it all worth it. Then his eyes dimmed and he asked me what I meant. So I rephrased the question. I was being bold. Putting both of our sanity on the line. His because I wasn't sure what would happen if I forced him to remember, and mine because I don't think I could handle the hopeful flitter of my spark.

"Do you remember how you and I got here? When we were soft… Or About the others? Do you remember when we were brought… You were my only friend." My voice was impossibly calm as he and I stared into each other's eyes. His were still bright, but dumb. His face was thoughtful as he tried to continue, but it was not an actual effort. He shook his head, and gripped my hand anyway. He patted it and then told me everything would be alright. He didn't need the memories.

It dawned on me that he thought I was hallucinating, or maybe virus ridden.

"Come on Chris, try to remember." I guess it was more of a plea than anything. Chris's optics had brightened, and he was shivering. I think he thought I was angry. "What about when we were in the cage together?" He stopped me with a touch to my shoulder.

"I do not remember what you want me to. I only know that I was sparked. That's all." His voice was as soft as he could make it. Yes, he was a child in his mind, but we had vocabulary that would challenge even a middle-schooler. I shook my head.

"You were born. We were brought here against our will. Do you honestly not remember? You were human once!" I was shaking at this point, enough that I didn't immediately notice Chris's wide eyes. I never understood how Starscream and Skywarp didn't hear us.

"Human?" He asked, his voice no more than a hum next to the sound of his engine. I couldn't actually be sure he made any noise, I just saw his mouth move. His eyes were impossibly big, his body tensed up as if he was expecting an attack, and his gaze was in the distance. I froze as I heard him say the next sentence.

"I know."

We both sat in silence for a second before he slumped over and fainted. It was such a shock that I eep'ed loud enough to get the attention of the adults. Starscream arrived first to check Chris over, and ask me pointedly- "What happened?"

I could only stare stupidly as Skywarp arrived at the table snarling. Chris wasn't even out for a second before he started moving again and Starscream relaxed slightly. That didn't stop Skywarp from going ballistic.

"What did you do to him this time?" Skywarp's growl was feral and harsh to my ears, and I shivered into the table top. The threatening stance Skywarp was extruding at the moment was scary. I immediately curled into a ball, with my hands covering my head. My fear practically leaked across the bond. I hadn't actually feared for my life since I was successfully turned into my present form, until that moment. Skywarp's wings flared and then shifted suddenly as Starscream grabbed a hold and tugged him away from both of us.

Starscream actually cursed him out in Cybertronia so fast and furiously that I couldn't even try to remember the words for later reference. I was still on my back, staring at the fight that was just about to start.

"Stay away from my sparkling Skywarp." Starscreams own growl sent shivers of anticipation through my body. Chris had woken up by this time and sat with me, staring. "She is not more than a child. Things happen."

"That human-spark should never have been allowed to live!" Skywarp hissed, his wings leveling out as his claws came out. Starscream was still calm, but calculating- and he was royally pissed. Starscream's little presence of reason that was usually hanging around in my head was nowhere to be found, and I had a feeling it was because he didn't want me to feel how deep his anger went for Skywarp at the moment. It wasn't till that moment I realized how much his connection bond with me had kept me grounded. After I found I couldn't find him, I made myself a smaller target and watched as the knock-down drag out fight continued. With shocking results.

"She should be destroyed before she should be allowed to kill my sparkling!" Skywarp's claws reached for Starscream right wing and caught only air. Starscream snarled and knocked his wrist back, making Skywarp stumble as Starscream stepped forward. Stascream's wings flared, probably hoping to intimidate skywarp into submission, but Skywarp only hissed and charged.

"You are the danger, you fragger! Can't you see how you are affecting them? How is this supposed to do any good?-" Starscream was cut off from finishing by Skywarps claws reaching for his face.

"Affecting them? I am protecting what is mine!" The scuffle continued for some time with neither quite gaining the upper hand. Both sides had drawn Energon, and it leaked down Starscreams neck just as it dripped sloppily down Skywarps wing.

"He is not yours. He is mine." Starscream snarled and tripped Skywarp, almost pinning him only to have him attack him viciously with his left leg.

"As long as she is alive, he will not be safe. We have to save the one worth saving!" Skywarp said, stepping back momentarily to let his engine idle before having Starscream answer.

"There is no reason to choose. If you do not stop this nonsense, I will stop you myself." Skywarp snarled at that, and lunged. "Permanently if I must."

"I will destroy her, for all of us." I shivered as Skywarp turned his gaze to me, and started a stumble in my direction. His optics gleamed with the lust of battle, and I couldn't help but cower into the counter top.

A slip of the wrist was all it took to bring him down, in the end. A shocked pair of optics, a bright burst of light and then nothing, followed by a startled grunt of a stopped up voice box. A grab of wings and a quick motion that I could hardly see, and then Skywarp fell. He didn't get up, even as Starscream called a person called Hoist to come and get him. I didn't learn until later that Hoist only took dead bots.

I shivered into Chris as Starscream came to pick us up, the blue staining his hands making me convulse even harder. His hand falter for only a second and then he grabbed both of us, and set me into my box as he tried to calm Chris, who was crying out in pain. At that time, I didn't know what a bond really was. All I knew was that it gave me good feelings when Starscream wished it, and also let me communicate with him. I know now what it really is, but it's still shocking. Without a bond, Chris would die. It was as simple as that. So the solution was simple.

Starscream bonded with Chris.

The terrified shrieks trying to fight death turned into whimpers as I tried to listen to what was going on outside my box. Nothing in my voice would work, and I could only wait in the semi-silence for Chris to come back to me. Starscream's thoughts were still shut against my mind, and I didn't even have the strength to try and push against it. Chris was the main thing now. He did come back. Exhausted. A dead weight in Starscreams arms. But he came back. That's all I really wanted. It's all I could handle after the events that had just transpired.

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