Chapter 10: Saving myself

"Terminate him?" She laughed some more at the moronic idea. "You're serious?" she chuckled.

Pacing, Starscream thought for a while before looking at her. Grabbing her shoulders he shook her.

"Stupid femme, do you not understand the upper hand we have between us both? He is correct, Optimus Prime cannot destroy him, and you know why?" When she didn't answer he continued. "He is one, and we are two."

Shrugging out of his grasp she pushed him away.

"Are you stupid? Whole planets, WHOLE ones would join together and try to destroy him. Millions maybe even billions couldn't do it, what makes you think two will work if thousands upon thousands didn't?"

"Because they didn't have you; you know what he is like, know him inside and out." He huffed annoyed. She stared at him and thought silently. Though she hated to admit it, he did have a point.

"Okay, Mighty Starscream, what do you suggest we do?" She asked, sarcasm weaving through her words.

A detrimental smirk slid onto his handsome face. Cupping his claws under her chin his voice promised mischief sealed with a kiss.

"Don't worry about that at the moment. You'll know what to do when the time comes. But, at the moment pretend this conversation never happened. Soundwave might read your mind and I doubt you know how to build a shield against him." He bragged.

"Oh? And you do?"

His claws tightened and the smile broadened.

"Accentually," Letting a claw scrape to her skin and leave a small cut he turned on his heel and walked towards the door but not before stopping and looking over his shoulder.

"Stay away from my trine-mates, you distract them." He continued to walk out.

"And, you? Do I distract you?" She watched as he froze, though he didn't turn she saw a smile on his lips.

"You distract me? You're nothing but a femme; there is nothing about you to distract me with. You're just a good pass time and that's all."

"Then I must be a really good pass time if you need my help and not to mention I find you lingering inside my quarters almost every breem."

"No, just a something I like to toy with. Not many femmes to toy with anymore, but you." His feet clinked against the floor as he left her room. A smirk of her own began to form. Why just take out Megatron? When Starscream was just as big of a nuisance as her father was. If she were queen, the war would end. She didn't want to deal with fighting anymore; it wasn't worth all this spilled energon. And, for what? Destruction? It was time it ended. Looking over to the decepticon banner that hung in the corner her eyes trailed over the cybertronian lettering it sported in silver, it read; 'In Darkness we Prevail'. Snorting, she looked away. It boggled her how this slogan could have gotten so many mech's to turn away from their families and friends? However it did, it the job.

Megatron was currently hunched over a data-pad. Scribbling furiously and then erasing it all. Nothing was working, it was trash. His plans were not forming properly as they should. Growling impatiently, he slammed his fists onto the table, making a stack of data-pads crumble to the floor. Snarling down at the blue screen in-font of him, he tensed his shoulders and released them. He needed a way, a way to finally defeat and destroy Optimus Prime. Some sort of way to wipe out the Autobots along with him as well; the vermin that they were didn't deserve to live. No, he should have been ruler of the galaxy, cybertron, earth. It was his right; he was going to be the one who would bring the galaxy to order. Only the strongest would survive, Autobots were weaklings who fought for even weaker beings. His decepticons would concur, and when they did, they would destroy and build from the ashes something greater; like a phoenix they would thrive, he vowed this.

Frowning down at the data-pad again, he picked it up and studied it for a moment as another plan began to formulate. Smirking in triumph, he began to formulate each step of the way, which troops would stand where and who did what. He did not want to see his troops fail.

A small beeping echoed inside his head, answering the comm. Link, he addresses his third in command.

"Soundwave, report," Megatron demanded. He needed to get to work on his unstoppable plan.

"Lord Megatron: call from Thrush." Soundwave reported in his usual manner. Contemplating the call, he decided to answer it.

"Send the call to my quarter, immediately." Closing the link without anything else, Megatron walked towards the giant screen that hung over his work desk. The screen lit up with static before it became clear with the face of a silver and blue mech.

"Thrush, I have been expecting your call, what news do you have for me?"

"Megatron, if I may. I believe I have something you would be greatly…interested in." Thrush said, a small smirk forming on his lips.

Humming to himself in interest, Megatron decided that hearing this…idea of his would not hurt.

"Continue Thrush," Megatron allowed.

"It begins with an idea you had started quite a while before the war began. Section 23f, I believe it was called."

"Yes, I remember," Megatron cautiously said, not knowing where this was going.

"Well, it seems I have found a way to perfect it, if you will. With the little kink none of your scientists had found they did not precede with the experiments, they believed it was useless." Thrush commented. "You see, the answer laid within not the machine, but what was used as a power source."

Rubbing a claw against his chin, Megatron entered in deep thought as if thinking the possibility of this being the truth. Looking back at the screen, he stared back, not a flicker of emotion on his face.

"Demonstrate this, if it is the truth," Megatron challenged.

Thrush expected this- he already had a model up and running. Leaving the screen, Thrush exposed the background where a small Autobot was strapped within a tube. Walking to a consol, Thrush pushed a few buttons and touched the glass computer screen as he operated the machine. Turning it on, a bright white light coursed through the tube and wrapped the Autobot in white lightning. Amazed that it was working so far, Megatron waited expectedly for the end result. The lightning started to dim down, and Thrush smirked. Stepping away from the control panel, he walked over to a small box that started to glow with a bluish light. Reaching into the box, he pulled out a glowing orb. Walking towards the screen, he let Megatron have a good view.

"This Megatron was the idea you once had. A brand new spark cloned from an already existing one. Of course, I altered a few designs and they are virtually nothing but perfection. These sparks can be put into any proto-form, whether it is an off-lined soldier or a new proto-form of a sparkling."

Megatron smiled proudly, "And, these sparks be able to be used for war."

"Accentually, we can modify the spark and make them perfect for war, they will be even be able to mimic an existing spark signal," Thrush answered as he handed the spark off to a drone.

"Excellent, this will greatly benefit us in the war- Optimus Prime shall meet his final fate."

"But, of course any sort of cooperation, there always is a…price," Thrush smiled, an evil almost hungry glint in his eyes.

Frowning, Megatron looked at the screen seriously.

"And, what may that price be?" He ground out, annoyed.

"Word spreads fast between armies, and I've heard greatly of a certain femme you are in possession of."

Negatron's mind suddenly snapped with a picture of Nightbird.

"It gets very lonely on this planet, being the only true cybertronian I need company."

"Stop playing with me, Thrush, my patience wears thin," Megatron growled.

"For the cooperation of my machine and me, I request you daughter, Shadowblur."

Megatron went deep in thought, what he asked for was not a big price, though he would lose a soldier. Even if she was femme, she had grown as a soldier. He planned to use her at some point, but was this the opportunity he had been searching for to dispose of her?

"I shall think over your request," Megatron nodded and cut off the call. Walking over to his desk he sorted through a stack of data-pads and found a clean one. He would think this through at every angle- Optimus's death was too great of a prize to throw away just because of a rash decision.

Shadowblur peeked over the ledge and looked down the vast drop of the canyon she stood upon. The sun was just setting and was at its hottest. The face of the sun stood right in front of her making her form glitter, a giant shadow was cast behind her. Looking down at the canyon floor she marveled at the way the rock swirled with different shades of red and orange. The rough walls of the canyon and the grand space it expanded out towards making it seem endless. Turning around, her back faced the sun. her door-wings fluttered with the new warmth they had found.

"Thundercracker?" she called.

He sat on a pile of rocks, un-assembling and re-assembling his gun. Looking up his hand did not stop- they did not falter or slow down. He had perhaps done this more than a million times to now not mess up.

"Hmm?" he answered back, confirming he was listening.

"What is this place called?" she wondered.

Looking back down, he returned to his gun.

"Grand Canyon," he answered, she watched the way his fingers flitted over his gun. The movement making it seem like he was flying. But, then again when didn't he do something that made it look like he was flying. Watching for a while longer, she lost interest and looked around the sandy top of the cliff they stood on. He had been kind enough to take her out of the ship- he was going on a flight anyways why not just bring her out as well. Being cooped up was never a cherished experience, he knew this first hand. Though she was denied by primus to never touch the sky by herself, it still didn't make a difference- he knew how painful it was to never be outside. Not to feel the breeze on your back, the sun warming you, that was horrible. Looking up at her, Thundercracker watched her as she looked around, she soaked everything in. Who knows when she was going to be let outside again? He noticed how close she was to the edge and looked at the cliff as if daring it to crumble.

"Don't stand near the edge like that, sometimes they can barely hold the weight of a human." He warmed her. Shadowblur looked at her feet and laughed.

"It's rock. I'm sure this piece of ledge weighs more than me, if it can hold itself up then it can gladly hold me too." She smirked cheekily at him. "Aww, is Thundercracker scared of me falling? How sweet." She cooed, sarcastically.

"Scared of you falling? No. Just worried that my aft will be on Megatron's mantle if you fall," he frowned.

Snorting, she put a hand on her hip. "I doubt he would really care. On the other hand I think he would thank you for letting me fall to my doom."

"Whatever," he answered back.

He watched her start to walk forward, and his fear became true. A thick crack started to run across the ledge, just about an inch from him. Her eyes widened and she looked at him. They stared at each other, neither of them moving. They were too scared to even breathe. And, then the ledge started to crumble.

Thundercracker watched as the ledge fell from underneath her, she fell along with it.

"Thundercracker!" he heard her scream. Running towards the ledge, he threw himself off and powered his thrusters. Spiraling down after her, they were about an arm length away from each other. Reaching out for each other, their fingertips barely brushed together- and then she fell into a hold. Freezing, he stopped himself from smashing into the floor. Looking down at the hole, he growled. The hole was too small for him to go after her, but big enough for her to squeeze through.

Shadowblur screamed, she screamed for Thundercracker, for Skywarp, pit she even screamed for Starscream. But, no one heard her- no one rushed in after her to pull her from the rushing water that was pushing her towards who knows where. The creased in the rocks she though was beautiful, were now cutting into her back. The water was gushing through, pressing her against walls and choking her. Desperately, she clawed at the walls, the roof, but every time she got hold of the rock- the water just kept on pushing her onwards and she couldn't stop it. She felt the water suddenly start losing its pressure against her body. Her relief was short lived when she noticed that the tunnel of water she had been forced inside was now coming to an end. The water started to end and it fell down an even vaster and bigger canyon. Pulling the swords from her back she slid them across the wall of the canyon. Digging her feet against the wall as well, she slowed herself down. Pressing her belly against the scaly rock, she sighed in relief. Resting all her weight on her shoulders, she looked down at the black pit she almost fell into. Transforming her shoulder to reveal her missal launchers and launched a small group of missiles down the pit. She watched as they fell lower and lower into the darkness, only to be swallowed by the darkness like a hungry animal. Instead of using sight, she awaited and listened for the sound of her missiles reaching a floor and exploding. No sound came back to her. Her body began to shake, her hands trembled and it made holding on to her swords harder. Looking down at the pit again, she swallowed and then growled at herself.

She was being stupid, how many times had she been in worse situation that this? Quite a few. This fear she felt was irrational, unwanted. Growling again, the sound vibrated off the wall and boomed it back to her. It was oddly chilling how it sounded so much like a tiger. Carefully pulling out the swords out of the wall she shoved it back into the rock just higher up. Doing the same with the other hand, she started to pull herself upwards. Using her toes to push her, she continued completely ignoring the cuts she was getting on her stomach from the rocks. Seeing the jutting form of a ledge just above, she pushed even faster. Finally getting to the edge of it she pulled herself upwards onto it.

Wobbly, she got to her feet and looked up. The dark made it hard for to see. Turning on her head lights she illuminated the cavern if only a little. Looking around she found an opening just a few feet above her head. Picking her swords up, she made her way towards the tunnel. Pulling herself into it, she noticed to move forward she would have to crawl. Sighing, she started on her way. Who knows how long she crawled? Maybe a few minutes, seconds? To her it felt days. Crawling through tunnel through tunnel, she gradually made her way to the surface. It amazed her how tunnels that big were formed. Various dents and scratched decorated her body but she didn't care at the moment, pit there was even a dent on her aft from bumping into a stalagmite and yet that didn't slow her down. When she reached the end of a tunnel, she found the crawling space started getting small. About to head in another direction, she heard something in the distance. It was faint but she recognized the sound of birds chirping. Her spark started beating faster and faster. Crawling faster towards the sound, she started seeing the small glint of light, smelt the fresh scent of air. Finally, she was going to escape from this maze of darkness and rocks.

Prowl crouched into the sand, a group of Autobots gathered around him.

"Ok, Tracks and Bluestreak will set up a perimeter around the decepticon base, like we planned," he drew into the sand the plan they had been forced to melt into their processors. "Ironhide, Sideswipe, and I will start a distraction while Jazz and Sunstreaker will go and find the femme. We re-group at our-" Prowl's discussion was cut short as jazz looked up and saw a thin figure in the distance.

"Um…Prowler, I don't mean to cut ya' short… but we got a situation." Jazz pointed behind Prowl. Turning, Prowl saw the staggering image of a purple femme coming towards them. Her shoulders sagged and she looked like she had just gone through the pit the back four times. Behind Prowl, someone gasped and then groaned. A streak of blue and white rushed past him.

Shadowblur growled when she saw a group of cybertronians just standing there doing nothing but stare at her. It wasn't until a blue and white mech ran towards her. Picking her up bridal style, she faced a red faceplate.

"Femme, you look horrible. Good thing for you is that it is my job, no, my obligation to make everyone else look as fabulous as me, and I shall make the world greater starting with you." The mech started to walk off with her in his arms, she was too tired to protest at the moment and truth be told she didn't mind someone else attending to her beat up form rather than herself.

"What's you name?" she asked.

"The one and only, beautiful and yet fabulous, Autobot Tracks."

A/N:

Hooraw! I finished and now my hand hurts from typing but I finished! Review and review. Sorry, if there are any mistakes, not really in the mood to deal with corrections. I gotta work on my homework. Aww, T.C. are you caring for her? You're so cute. ^_^

P.S. this is my first time writing Tracks so...sorry if he seems odd. I don't really know how he acts other than he's vain and so yea…Rabid and possibly angered fan-girls/boys…I at least tried! Don't beat me. LOL.