I'm alive! And you know what? Yeah, life can royally suck. But it's good to be alive. So think about that, and give yourself a smile. :)
Here we are at chapter 10! Crappy...crappy chapter 10... But hey! I've finally written an outline for this story! ...Sorta. And from what I can tell, there'll be 25 chapters in all! Also...sorta. I may keep going, in a way. Well..not really. Uhh, I'll just explain later. ;)
But anywho... Well, alright, here's the rant you didn't want to hear... Feel free to skip!
DAMN YOU, YOU FUCKING STORY! WHEN I STARTED YOU, I DID NOT SIGN UP FOR THIS!
...Once upon a time, this was "a short little story, AU to TFP, and told almost entirely through little letters Starscream has written to his Bondmate..." ...
...
...Ha.
No, but on a serious note, once again, thank you, thank you, THANK YOU for your support! To be truthful, I'd have to admit I love this story, I love you all, and I'm positively giddy of the love you give it. Once again, Dear Megatron would not be as awesome as it is without you. And I'm happy to report: it shall (hopefully) get even more awesome, as shit will begin to go down! Soon...so very soon...
So without further pointless bitching, which I was once told by a douche-bag is my only form of speech, (the fragging aft-head...) let the chapter, begin!
...And creepy dreams ahoy!
...Isatinadarkroomwithfreakymusicplayingtoscribblethisdown,pleasejustsayalittlewhitelieandtellmeit'sscary...
Chapter Time!
He stood alone. Darkness enclosed him on every end. A glowing, maroon path stretched before him, dots of vibrant green, sizzely blue, and popping yellow spotting all over the glossy finish. With no where else to go, he walked forward, cautious of the howling wind whispering dreaded secrets to the deepening shadows. Lights lit as he moved along the path. Lampposts brightened, revealing the sickeningly azure sky, dripping down like cold Energon into the swirling, black abyss below. Stone soldiers, demons locked within the past, stood frozen in time, hovering motionlessly in the crackling wind, their frames dead, but their optics...alive, watching him as he moved ever on. He recognized none of their lifeless faces. Many had wings. Many did not.
Ever illuminative in the black, the path went forever on under the drenching sky. Gray faces stared, tracking eyes tracing every movement, every shaky vent...
"Megatron."
Finally! A sound other than the whispering wind! And that of a voice. But, who...
He looked, trembling at the creaky, forgotten tone. The path ended. It dropped into darkness. But there was one lamp that floated un-lit. He could just make out a slender hand gasping unto a switch...
His body moved closer; closer; closer, each step echoing in the emptiness around him, the wind hushed to the point of silence.
"Megatron..." The voice croaked again. A painted smile grinned behind the blackness. Energon dribbled down from a thin mouth to the chin of an all too familiar faceplate... No... "Hello, mate." The light snapped on with a click, and there, Starscream sat, hunched over on his knees, precious optics missing, blank slates in their stead. Silvery finish gone, he smiled broadly, his once-proud paint-job replaced by that of rusted, colourful shapes, spots and diamonds of green, blue and yellow.
A splitting grin took to the blind Seeker's expression, riddled plates clunking together as he shivered and bounced with excitement. He merely froze. Horrified. "Mate!" The creature before him crackled in a wide mouthed grin, pointed glossa slipping by the folds of his chapped lips. "Come now, don't you recognize me?" He couldn't speak. Starscream's smile fell. "Well you should." The things dangly arms fell limp at its twisted sides. "This is what you've turned me into, after all. On the inside, anyway. This is all you would ever find in my spark, dearest mate, a twisted path with no end, a freak waiting at the finish that never comes... I should be dead, as should you. We both know it." It smiled again, shivering claws reaching out towards him. "You know what our sparks are truly like, Megatron. Yours, a pit of endless hate, incapable of showing anything but remorse. Mine," its servo swepped along the blackness, "a path, moving on eternally in the emptiness you created. You are nothing but a feelingless Warlord, spark...perhaps nonexistant. Did you ever have one at all, mate?" He said nothing. "That is what I thought... You're not worthy of what's even left of me!"
Another grin bore through his soul. "So why don't you come any join the circus?"
The sky melted, sizzling; burning atop his frozen frame, encasing him, 'til he was nothing but another statue.
~~O_O~~
"CLOWN!" Megatron jolted awake, bolting upright, his vents gasping and his limbs shaking, the repugnant, sickening image of his mate in such a grotesque condition fresh in his mind. Blank eyes, disfigured frame... A shudder slithered up his backstrut, the revolting memories of the nightmare not letting go. He grimaced, wishing this one would've been like the others, unrecallable, a phantom ghosting past his wakened thoughts.
A claw touched his overheated side. "Megatron?" a sleepy, obviously very annoyed voice asked.
Slowly, too slowly, for his shame, he turned his helm in the direction of his mate, dreading the same creature be still sitting beside him.
It wasn't.
It was Starscream. Scowling, sleepy Starscream.
He vented a sigh, and allowed himself to lean back against the helm-board. "Don't ever, ever...paint yourself...like one of those."
Starscream gave him a flat look. "A clown?"
Blank eyes, disfigured frame, spirals and dots of colourful paint... He gulped, attempting to shake the grisly picture out of his processor. "Don't-don't even say it..."
With a huff, Starscream crossed his slim arms, plopping back beside him. "Really, Megatron?" he asked in rhetorical way. "I know you're terrified of carnivals, but honestly, waking screaming from a nightmare like a little bitch? What would the troops think?"
Megatron growled defiantly. "I am not, scared, of those...wretched things!" He was. Horribly so. Carnivals... Throughout the gold and the dark times of Cybertron...they stood, ghastly and gruesome, ever wicked as they stole credits for showing the unfortunate. Carnivals... Freak shows. Blinding lights. Sickening grins of the hideous and miserable... He gulped.
Sounding exasperated, Starscream rolled his optics. "We've had this conversation before. Yes, you are. And do you remember Tarn? The tent?"
Something that sounded suspiciously like a whimper slipped from the Warlord. Low on Energon. The abandoned building. Darkened drapes and dead lights. Aged paths, crumbling balconies. The Ring. Cages with corpses. Painted smiles engraved into the rounded walls. Light from the embers above. The trap set for any unwanted guests laying in wait amidst the creates. The deactivated shell of the half-readied clown falling atop of him from one of the boards above.
Carnivals.
A long shudder, bile rising in his throat.
He'd hated them ever since he was a youngling, never understanding the point in showing such demented images, for fun. Sadism was one thing, but the cages of the retarded mechs and femmes... And the clowns. Perfectly normal bots...repainted, remade, tortured, only then forced to put on a smile. Their blackened grins of pain and insanity had haunted him the entirety of his existence.
Another shudder. "Don't go there..." He looked to Starscream's unimpressed expression...
...
...I'm pathetic...
...
Eager to defend what little dignity he apparently had, he argued hurriedly. "W-well...you screamed when that thing fell!" Tarn. Primus, how he wished he could wipe the data of that one unfortunate adventure clean from his memory files!
Starscream didn't appear in the least shamed. "Oh yes of course, just as loud as you did."
Megatron spluttered indignantly. "I did not! I simply brushed it off!"
"Oh, I'm afraid I remember it a little different, Mighty Megaron." The Seeker hissed.
The Warlord growled in warning. "You're glitched!"
He was ignored with a huff. "More like 'Mousy' Megatron."
Shock of a ridiculous nature vibrated through his frame, the night's weariness, complemented by his agitated attitude, burst through the surface of his already angered demeanour! Needless to say, he snapped. "ARE YOU COMPARING ME, TO A TINY! INSIGNIFICANT! ORGANIC PIECE OF VERMIN?!" He practically roared.
Against all that he knew of the cowardly Seeker, Starscream appeared completely un-fazed. "You were absolutely petrified." He said without emotion.
Scowling, the thought of slapping Starscream silly burned in his thoughts...but his frame didn't act, it stopped, and merely...turned itself stiffly in the other direction. His anger, slowly, quietly, then slipping away...to curiosity, insecurity at his actions. Megatron practically heard Starscream roll his optics, shifting to lie down on his side.
"Go back to recharge, Megatron."
The mumble drifted throughout the room.
Megatron no longer wanted to hit him. He just... His processor halted, still sleepy. No. He couldn't think on it now... There was too much to wonder, anyway. He lay back, shutting his optics...suddenly, involuntarily, remembering Soundwave and his question. "Ask yourself this: Why don't you want to hurt him, not again?" Well, he hadn't been able to hurt him! He just...
"No." he growled to himself, forcing a grip on his thoughts. Later. And surprisingly, just this once, he slept without another thought.
~~V^V~~
Already in a particularly miserable mood, Megatron did not look forward to the letters ahead. He had to keep reading. It was the only thing that could keep him from thinking. And there was an awful lot to think about...
What he wanted.
Why he didn't want to hurt Starscream.
Why he couldn't hurt Starscream.
...Why his spark... Well, why everything, about his spark. The feelings, the colour... It...it was no longer the black abyss of nothing. ...Or was it? Was this all a passing spell of sorts, that would fade like all the other times he'd felt something, some need, for the Seeker stirring deep within?
...He paused.
What?
Searching his thoughts, he tried to understand where that had come from... And all he could find, were the hundreds, if not thousands, of times he spared the Seeker, for...some mysterious reason...
Over the past few millenia, it'd truly happened quite a bit, hadn't it? Times when...a thought, of perhaps some use of the Seekeer he never would have bothered to consider for anyone else, would come into his mind, forcing the Warlord to stay his hand from ever deactivating him.
...Perhaps it was what was left of their bond, his spark wrenching, whispering he couldn't make it alone, knowing he'd ended his own mate...
Megatron shook his head. It was all too insane. And he hated it.
"No more thinking." he grunted, and readjusted his optics to read on, the tiny note...venting an almost friendly air...
Dear Megatron,
I don't believe I've ever been happier! I flew today! Hand in hand, Iceshatter walked me from the old shack which has become my single sense of security. The world...as we stepped out under the gray sky, I felt the oppression, the nightmares... They haven't stopped, will they ever stop?
But never mind that. Carefully, ever so carefully, I transformed, and in a moment, there I was! Flying again! The air on my wings had never tasted so sweet! And later, Iceshatter's lips on mine never so soft.
~Starscream
So the Seeker had moved on. Clarity was always favourable, but... The ache in his chest at the thought of him being so...happy, with another...it made him want to purge.
Dear Megatron,
Today was beautiful. It's been but a week since my first trip back into the skies, and I can feel my wings twitching, hungry for more.
But never-mind that. Iceshatter returned from scouting once again with Energon and something amazing! A Firéphadi! And oh how beautiful it truly is! It brightens the home, my mood, everything. Simply everything... And can you believe Iceshatter's request? Why he wants me to stay... I can never guess...
...Do you know what a Firéphadi is, Megatron? It is a space crystal, bathed in heated, cooled, then re-heated star-dust, that's crashed either deep, or extremely lightly, into the dust of Cybertron's surface. They're rare, and more beautiful than I ever remembered! There's nothing really of beauty here, hidden on this abandoned land. Nothing except Iceshatter, and his lovely smile... He tells me I'm pretty, the most beautiful thing in all the universe, and he tries ever so hard to make me smile just as him...
The writing trailed off, as if the author had slipped away into a day-dream. Leaving Megatron feeling...hallow. Every word of these accursed letters only accomplished to make him feel worse and worse, and it did not take long for him to begin considering perhaps...skipping a few... If only to make it easier...
Nothing had made it easier for him... Megatron thought with a grimace, one particular testing event coming to mind.
Vos had fallen. Starscream had watched his very home, that'd he'd known all his life, burn to ash as he ran through the smoke... And where had the Warlord been? Too late...
Megatron,
I still cannot give Iceshatter an answer. - Megatron paused, curiosity peaking. What... - My reply should be obvious, simple, but... He could never fully have me. Your claim is marked upon my spark. I am forever binded to you, as your mate...well, whore, more like it... I shall live for the rest of my days with my spark ever linked to yours, and I shall die with my spark ever linked to yours. I am bound to you. Cruel, as that can never be undone...
Dearest Iceshatter, do forgive my insecurities...
~Starscream
The silence stabbed at him, the pain surging through his tormented soul unbearable. And yet, the impossibly selfish relief of the fact Starscream's spark inevitably was his lingered in the dark of his mind.
He's ever tied to me... Megatron's processor darted to recent happens. Or more precisely, Starscream returning from neutrality. ...Is that why he came back? Because he believed there was no escape to where his spark was bound?
Something about that idea made him a bit sad... The implication that the young and devious Seeker was never given a chance at a different life because of him and their bond was...
"I always knew I'd bond for duty." Huh... Duty... The irony of it now. It had been the Seeker's "duty" to complete many different tasks as Second in Command, and he had ended up failing at most, but way back then...he'd put his own desires on an interminable pause to perform an irreversible, life-changing act of devotion to his city and to his sire.
Yes. Devotion and duty indeed.
Megatron himself had agreed in the affirmative to Quickstrike's proposal for many a reason; the most potent being at no matter the cost, he needed Vos and its Seekers on his side. Having a pretty petite mate not a single soul outside those he trusted with his life knew about was a small price to pay considering all things good that came to the Decepticons for it, so he hadn't really ever regretted it...except...for the millions of times the Seeker caused him unthinkable trouble...
Megatron shook his head, knowing his thoughts were stupidly unorganized and random. With a vent he shifted on the berth, mind once again replaying:
He's ever tied to me...
...And I to him.
Megatron's intakes halted, thoughts ringing out everything else as a sudden burst of realization, bewilderment, and fear collided with his spark! He...hadn't meant to think that...no...no...no! Unexpected frightfulness coiled within him, the thought, the feeling...alien to him! It was unfathomable, terrifying!
He-he belonged to someone! He was the god-damn mech's property, he was!
Shaky intakes attempted to cool his sky-rocked systems burning from the inside out! ...Knowledge was power... Knowledge was horrifying!
"It can't be..." He's whispered to himself, processor unsatisfied with an earlier revolution... Being somebody's whore was a hell of allot different than...than being theirs.
Megatron shuddered, not exactly dread weighing over his spark, but something else...
The Seeker, owned his spark. The Warlord's light was just as marked as his! And Megatron, the mighty, the fearsome, the glorious, bit his lip out of stinging nerves, as he realized over and over again...
Starscream may have been his Seeker...
...But he...was that perfect little mech's Gladiator.
~~^u^~~
Starscream...
Minutes passed.
Solider... Second...
Perhaps a few hours slipped by.
Commander... Prince...
Maybe even a day...
Bondmate... Lover...
He didn't move; couldn't move.
Master.
~~V^V~~
Icy fear of raging disbelief and denial stormed through his spark! He needed something to distract himself. Now.
...
He reached for the next letter.
Dear Megatron
Perhaps this is my own way of justice, of letting you know, though you'll never know, that...I'm done.
I believe I've...clung on to you, somehow...in someway, but...this is "Goodbye." Finally and completely. I shall never write another pointless letter, I am determined. I've accepted Iceshatter's request, to stay with him, for as long as we should live. And I wear the Firéphadi as a promise. A promise to him. The mech...I love.
Do you know the legend of the Firéphadi? It's quite beautiful in my opinion, though...I suppose there are two legends. The one of the precious crystal's creation, and the one of Jedstreak, ground's son. The latter is the one of the promise the gem came to represent.
See, presenting a Firéphadi to your intended, first began before the first era, before Vos, when the aerial tribes roamed, ever attempting to dominate others. Jedstreak was a grounder, the one and the only one who had proven himself to the Siéthika, or the Blade Wing Clan. They called him friend, and he was content. Except, he wished for a mate, a mate more lovely than love, more beautiful than any beauty to fly under the stars... And there was one he saw, and knew she was for his claim. Princess Thornstrike, from tales told, a creature of pure serenity and grace, who flew more softly than the wind on a warm summer's night. Her sire, a personal friend of Jedstreak's, and ruler of the Siéthika, told him that to bond with her, he'd need to acquire a gift as beautiful as she, else, his lustful optics must wander someplace other.
Jedstreak set out, and for three-thousand solar-cycles he tracked through the desolate, untamed lands of the north. The Clans had not been brought together, mind you, Vos was far from built, so rival Seekers of the Blade Wing were more than happy to attempt exterminating the grounder. Jedstreak was one of kind, though, and dodged their attacks, faster as he slayed them in the traditional Siéthikan way; both wings pierced through and spark torn free.
He'd fought much in his time away from the Clan he called family, and the tribe's territory that was his home, and eventually, three-thousand and ninety-eight days later, he stumbled upon the ancient Onakion's cave. He-
Oh, I must go. Icehshatter is calling. We are going out to fly.
Well, I suppose a long story short; Inside, Jedstreak found the first Firéphadi to be found, and gazing upon its immaculate beauty, he knew, that he had found his gift. He brought it home, and with it, bonded to Thornstrike, the lover he had persevered so much for. Through the lands, and through the trials.
But, that is a story for another time.
...But I shall never write again...
...I'd almost forgotten...
...
...Goodbye, Megatron... I hope you are happy, wherever you are... I am happy here.
~Starscream
Ownership temporarily forgotten, every fiber in his being burned, pain...pain...pain...
...
...
...
...Everything hurt, mind, frame and spark...
...
...
...He just...he just...
...
...Every piece of him wanted to run to his Seeker now, tell him how he wasn't happy, how he felt so utterly miserable at the idea of Starscream being so content with another, while he himself...
...had never moved on...
...
...Never...
His spark clenched, feeling...betrayed? He didn't know, like...like with almost everything in this whole Primus damn situation, he didn't know! Nothing...nothing made sense anymore... His helm hurt, his spark hurt, he just- just- hurt! The pain was almost physical...but...it wasn't... Because no matter what, Megatron knew pain. Physical pain, and...from ages past, emotion pain as well... But this... How was it possible for his spark to ache so? Drowned in the storms of guilt, rage, betrayal, longing, and disgust...with himself.
Megatron had once said, so very, very long ago;
"When I'm laying in a pool of my own Energon, and am able to do nothing to but see myself, my life, I want to able to look back, and be proud of who I am, of what I've done... Perhaps you're right, I will fail. But a least I'll be able to smile, knowing I at least tried..."
What a foolish little mechteen he'd been...but...but...the words of a life forgotten echoed in his mind.
"I want to be proud of who I am, of what I've done..."
But he wasn't, at least...not when it came to the Seeker...his mate... Nothing but regret stabbed him again and again. He'd lost his Seeker, his mate... He'd lost him...
~~;_;~~
It was quite some time before he remembered a certain fact. Starscream...he...he was still a Decepticon. He was a Deceoticon now. Things had actually happened since those days... Things have happened... Running to Starscream and confessing that he wasn't happy...it would do nothing... Not only was it too late, but...there wouldn't be any logic in doing it hence all the Seeker would think would be that he was absolutely insane.
Well, perhaps he was.
The Autobots thought so...
...The Autobots also thought so he was incapable of feeling anything...
Oh how he wished that were true.
Megatron sulked alone in the dark, a cube of high-grade in hand. His thoughts couldn't be bothered by Soundwave and his questions. There were no answers. Not yet; probably not ever. But, for now, that was alright.
He'd done the thing he'd done a few times in his life, and had completely shut his spark out. It was difficult, technically impossible, and all he felt now was numb and cold and alone and worthless and...
The list went on and on and on, but he chose not to contemplate those feelings.
He just went on trying to ignore the questions...
Why couldn't he hurt Starscream?
What did he want?
What did it mean, now that he was his property?
Why was he only feeling like this and reacting to these emotions now?
...Why did he have to find those letters at all?
He was so miserable. He simply wanted to die. What, why, he may have wondered. But he didn't. Because that would imply thinking. And that would imply pain. A pain he couldn't deal with for it hurt so much... Megatron was weak. He felt weak. And he felt-
Stop it.
He didn't know.
Right now he wasn't allowed to care.
So the idiot that was his trembling spark could shut the fuck up, thank you.
A heavy sigh split the silent air. He wasn't himself... Starscream wasn't himself... Nothing was the same... Well, perhaps Soundwave was... Speaking of which, maybe he should go talk to him about all this... No, not a good idea... Or... No. He'd already tried, and that had only landed him more questions he needed to answer! And he couldn't answer... Before, his spark had stopped at the pondering of what he wanted, seeming too scared to go there, now... Primus, I just want to stop hurting...
Is this what Prime had to deal with? Were these feelings...he meant- or... Was this what being a quote on quote "Cybertronian" actually felt like? For if so...he'd much, much rather be a monster that couldn't feel a damn thing at all. It'd fix everything, after all. His troubles with Starscream; for there would be no more questions to ask. The insecurities of his spark; he would not longer question his legacy. And...
He truly was pathetic.
Downing another swig, he listened emotionlessly to the hiss of the opening door, telling tales of the mech he called mate just before he entered. I need to... What? What do I need to do... His weary optics glanced towards Starscream, who had paused just a step inside their quarters, a container in his arms and a puzzled expression on his faceplate. I...just need to keep calm.
"Megatron," the Seeker finally spoke in a light greeting, moving to dump the tiny create on their berth.
He said nothing, prompting the Seeker to go on with his own business.
He didn't. "The mechs are beginning to wonder where you've been, and what you've been up to." Starscream continued leisurely in an almost too unconcerned tone.
Megatron's optics narrowed, and he let out an indifferent grunt.
Starscream's frame stilled, slim arms dropping to his sides, back strut straightening and wings drooping. When he spoke next, his tone was of a much more serious, uncertain sort. "I've been wondering what you've been up to."
Megatron's spark skipped a beat, his helm snapping up for his optics to stare at the Seeker who was now facing him. Did he...did he know? Oh Primus...the letters!
"Are you..alright, Lord Megatron?"
The question caught him off guard, and the answer was horribly obvious: No. No he really wasn't... The unimaginable pain had dulled some while in the presence of his bondmate, but his spark was still too heavy to be right.
But he'd be damned before he confessed that to Starscream.
Pushing himself up to his pedes, he took quick steps towards him, wrapping an arm around his waist, and dragging him down to sit with him on the berth. The Seeker was silent, showing a patience he didn't know the mech possessed that allowed Megatron to think a moment before replying gruffly, shoulders sagging, "I'm fine."
Starscream looked unconvinced, optics unsteady. "Is this about the clown thing?"
It wasn't exactly a serious question. Megatron knew that Starscream had been inquiring about his behaviour over these past few cycles. But, still... Blank eyes, disfigured frame... He grimaced, holding him to his chest. "Don't mention that...ever."
Ruby optics rolled, and Starscream vented a huff, "Yeah, yeah, sure, sure..." he mumbled, but didn't pull away. His expression then suddenly took on a concentrated frown, as he seemingly fought through an inner debate. A minute of strangely comfortable silence lapsed by, 'til finally, Starscream looked to him and asked, all too innocently, "Fly with me tonight?"
...
...Silence...
...
It was like...someone had hit the pause button on his existence, and Megatron was free to swim outside the river of unending time, a million thoughts shooting through his processor.
It had been quite a while since they'd flown together last, other than that trip to the abandoned mine, some many months back. Truthfully, it rarely ever happened! And that's definitely taking into account the times when it was 'work related'...
Why ask him now? Why ask him at all? The answer should have been obvious; simple...but it wasn't. Some part of him, a sudden part that had laid so very dormant these past few days, that he knew much better than any of these 'feelings', jumped alive, screaming, "WAIT!" on all this.
A raging cloud of doubt blocked his processor, suspicion twisting in his core as paranoia isolated all emotions to wiggle its way through his mind.
Why was Starscream acting in such a way? All...trusting and intimate... He had pondered this, and had come to no plausible conclusion. Logically, there was none. None that could belong to good intentions, anyway. So clearly, this must be an act... By placing false trust in his servos, what was the Seeker really doing? It was a trap. Starscream was going to gain his trust by offering some of his own, and then, when he should least expect it, BANG! He would be a dead mech.
It was only logical.
...
...Blankness...
...
Time resumed. The Seeker's bright, hopeful optics stared straight through him, waiting...expecting...
Locked under that captivating gaze, Megatron felt the familiar paranoia bleed from his frame, earlier emotions creeping back into both mind and spark, strangling the idea that maybe he should try to avoid the oncoming knife in the back, once again drowning him in guilt, regret, and fear.
Past events of ever disappointing the once-faithful Seeker shook his very core, forcing him to finally shove out a: "Yes."
~~OUO~~
It was the strangest feeling. His frame, tied to that of Starscream's, unable to do much else than fallow the mental map towards the bridge, thoughts blank... Silence enveloping them, they moved quietly along towards the Nemesis's bow, occasionally passing a drone or two who would respectfully move aside and keep their heads down, mumbling a low, "Lord Megatron, Commander Starscream," as they went on.
Starscream merely inclined his helm to give some indication that he'd heard. Why, Megatron didn't know.
It wasn't important, either, so he let it slide without question. Not that I'd probably even be capable of criticizing him... Megatron's mind had reverted back into its uncaring, or...really, falsely dispassionate state. He could worry about the questions and all that slag later, right now...
For minutes, though mostly subconsciously, he fought for something to say. Nothing, obviously, came to mind, and he was about to give up and simply go on not caring about...everything, when he recalled the container Starscream had brought into their room. He hadn't looked at its contents, and what he could identify as curiosity tugged at him.
"What's in the box?" he asked out of the blue as they passed through the corridors.
Starscream passed him look, as if not getting it for a moment, before: "Oh! Just a few things from my old quarters," His steps seemed lighter; quicker. He smirked. "I figured since you are apparently comfortable enough with me to wake screaming from night-terrors like a little femme, while I still recharge in the same room, it was about high-time I moved in."
After letting the (expected) threatening growl loose from within his vocalizer, Megatron grumbled. "You are 'moved in'."
Unexpectedly, Starscream laughed. It wasn't the usual sadistic, or maniacal, or crackling burst that was typical amongst the Decepticons, (besides it being actually extremely enjoyable, Megatron had installed it into the officer's programming, via vorns of sadism, due to the fact that any good "evil laugh" could play an enormous role in striking fear into the sparks of Autobots) but rather a more fluent sound, one that came so naturally to the Seeker; one he hadn't heard in some time; and one he wanted to hear again.
"Not quite," he grinned, and with a shake of his helm, mumbled, "and we really do need to see what's through that door..."
Megatron arched an optic ridge, "Hmm?"
Starscream shrugged, "Never-mind."
Upon arriving at the deck, Megatron paused, taking in the cool look of the northern sky. Gentle snow drifted out across the far-away land below, the drooping clouds tinted golden, red, gray and silver by the deep sunset's dying light. The end of dusk fast approaching, the night would shadow the vastly open air soon. "Best to go now." He muttered offhandedly to himself.
Starscream, already way ahead of him, was dashing towards to edge of the Warship! Thruster heels clicking as he ran, his wings fluttered, movements precise, calculated, but free as he jumped into the air, transforming in flash before bolting into the shimmering sky!
Megatron starred in a sort of awe, intakes stalled as he watched the pristine form of his mate weave through the surrounding clouds, glinting in the dimming sunlight.
The smallest of smiles just barely touched his lips before he jumped into the dancing winds, the feeling of weightlessness rushing through his systems as his thrusters charged, rocketing him after the lithe Seeker!
A single thought occurred to the Decepticon Leader as his scanners found Starscream spiraling towards the heavens above, that, yes...perhaps his SIC's behaviour was, in fact, all an act; that Megatron was letting his guard down, and that would result in his demise. True, it was all too likely. But...he couldn't seem to mind, rushing after the laughing Seeker who twisted and turned, dodging his efforts to reach him with his unmatchable skills in the air.
He smiled internally, a guilt he couldn't describe clinging to his lifting spirits, and simply hoped Starscream allowed him to live long enough to tell him, "I'm sorry." as they flew out into the descending sun and approaching night.
Note Time :)
It's done! FINALLY IT'S DONE! *cries*
No but seriously...
I don't... I really don't know what to say. I got nothing on this chapter... Not even the slightest clue if it was horrible or fantastic... It's so weird cuz I feel like I'm caught somewhere in-between... Sooooo, good? Yeah I got nothing. But I can at least smile a bit. :)
Okay let's try and do this quick for once! XD
So what did you think of Megsy's Dream/his horrible fear of carnivals? XD (Just a little fun there, got nothing to do with the plot... Or does it? ;P) What do you think of Iceshatter? Should I go into more detail about him? How Star and him met? What happened after Vos burned to the ground? (Don't worry...that'll come up eventually. It's just I can't seem to see Starscream writing all that down, at least not now while he's still very much affected by the loss of his home, and life really.) Why do you think Megsy is so afraid of "belonging" to someone? And what do you think is going through Starscream's head right now? Why he's acting the way he is?
Ahh so many questions! And that's not even wondering about Soundwave/what he's up to/what he knows! O_O! This chapter WAS important in its own little way, and I'm happy to say the next will be here soon! (Hopefully! ^,^) I really, really don't know what to think of this chapter...so you tell me! What do you think will happen next time?
Thanks so much for reading, and sticking with this story! It'll get better soon, promise! :D!
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I'll see ya soon,
~Scarlet!