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Naundi: Thank you, I'm glad you like the story. However, there will be slash – but not between Optimus and Megatron. Although technically Transformers don't have gender. But if that's not your cup of tea, then you can stop reading or skip chapters with slash. :)


Chapter Eleven: Arrival

In the city of Vos, a showdown was underway.

"You can't stay here anymore! I've gotten too many complaints!" the landlord of the apartment complex, a neon green Seeker, snapped.

Starscream scowled. "And let me guess; the complaints are all from the same mech, right?"

"Like it matters?" the landlord burst out. "The point is: You. Are. Gone!"

Starscream's scowl morphed into a smirk. "Have fun with all the volatile chemicals in here," he said, striding to the doorway. But Starscream paused, turning to face the landlord. The landlord was instantly wary of the glint in Starscream's optics. "I have always wanted to do this," Starscream declared, before he punched the landlord in the face with all his might.

The landlord fell to the floor, energon pouring from his nasal plating. "You glitch!" the hideously colored Seeker screeched.

Starscream smirked. "Takes one to know one."

Without further delay, the gray Seeker transformed and exited one of the many windows, shattering the ones around the one he exited. 'Ah, revenge is sweet.'


It was a clear Sunday afternoon. Iacon Capital was closed, meaning the workers got the day off. Megatron planned to fully take advantage of this, perhaps with some high grade.

Definitely with some high grade.

Megatron was lounging on his couch, dozing in and out of a light recharge. He just couldn't bring himself to get up, even for the high grade he so desperately wanted. That was perhaps the most shocking thing of all, he realized.

Ding!

Megatron jolted from the light recharge, frowning. He could have sworn he had heard-

Ding!

-His doorbell.

With a groan, the mech stood up. He made his way to the door, a little unsteadily, but made it. Megatron opened the door, revealing Soundwave. The stoic mech inclined his helm slightly in greeting.

"Soundwave," Megatron started, surprised. "What are you doing here?" Soundwave gave a half-shrug.'Well he's certainly in a talkative mood,' Megatron thought sarcastically. The Lord High Protector stepped to the side with a sigh. "Come on in."

Soundwave walked in with another small nod. Megatron closed the door behind him. Soundwave sat down on the couch, looking perfectly at ease. It was slightly unnerving, but Megatron pushed that thought away.

He had to focus on what he was going to do now that Soundwave was here and drinking was no longer an option.


Starscream flew high above the ground, taking great joy in the feeling of Cybertron's thin atmosphere whirling around his wings. The only downside was that he had no home to speak of.

'Where could I possibly go? It's not like I have many...'

If Starscream wasn't in alt mode, he would have a sinister grin on his face.

'Megatron.'

With that thought, Starscream re-routed his path towards Iacon. Although he never wanted to go there – ever – he had no choice.

"Megatron's going to have a fit!" Starscream cackled gleefully.

The Seeker made it there in merely an hour. Starscream flew into Iacon, and immediately every citizen stared at him. Murmurs turned into a dull roar of noise as the lone Seeker flew through the city. Starscream was cackling mentally throughout the entire thing. This was going better than he had hoped!

Finally Starscream detected Megatron's distinct energy signal. Starscream snickered, before heading for it. He detected another mech he was unfamiliar with inside, adding to his glee.

This was going to be awesome!

Starscream transformed in the air, landing heavily. He walked the remaining paces to Megatron's door, before he pushed the doorbell. He ignored the stares he felt boring into him as he waited. After what seemed like an eternity, the door opened.

Megatron openly gaped at the Seeker. "Starscream?" he asked in shock.

Starscream smirked, pushing past Megatron and inside. Megatron closed the door, glaring at the people who were staring. They dispersed, not wanting to anger their Lord High Protector.

"Got evicted, so I came here," Starscream said as he surveyed the room.

"Why here?"

Starscream flashed his favorite smirk at Megatron again. "What better place to reside then with my dear friend Megatron?"

"The scrap heap?" Megatron suggested scathingly.

Starscream cackled. "You wish!"

"I do," Megatron muttered under his breath.

"Who are you?" Soundwave's monotone cut in.

Starscream turned to regard the gray mech. "Starscream... and you are?"

"Soundwave."

Starscream nodded, before he vanished from the room. No doubt to go look around more, and most likely snoop through Megatron's personal belongings. Starscream was good at that, and he usually did it mostly to annoy and/or mess with someone.

"Are you going to let him stay?" Soundwave inquired.

Megatron let out his breath in a long sigh. "I don't really have a choice."

"Slag right you don't!" Starscream called from the next room over.

Megatron ignored the outburst, sitting in his chair. Soundwave somehow managed to look sympathetic to Megatron's dismal look. Megatron waved a hand in dismissal. In his opinion, sympathy got you nowhere and was a wasted emotion. Action and tolerance got you where you wanted to be.

And tolerance was something Megatron would need if he was to deal with Starscream.

As if on cue, Starscream strode back into the room. Luckily the doorways were wide enough so Starscream didn't clip his wings, but just barely. "So..." he drawled, "I take it I'm staying?"

Megatron sighed heavily. "Alright, fine!"

Starscream grinned. "Great! So..." Starscream's grin morphed into a predatory smirk. "When am I going to meet the rest of your friends?"

Megatron could only bury his face in his hands with a mental whimper.