Starscream had just woken up from a well deserved midday recharge nap.

It was late, so he thought he would probably be up all night.

As he looked at the blank walls of the Harbinger,he wondered why Arcee's response to his actions had been so negative.

'After all, I was only trying to help her heal.

But she wouldn't accept my help, or that of any Decepticon.'

He heard a tool clatter to the floor on his right,looked up, and saw the very femme he'd been thinking about.

"Hello, my dear."

She said nothing, only getting down on all fours, and coming over to the berth.

Arcee hopped up, coming closer as Starscream's concern continued to grow.

"Ar-Arcee?"

And then she spoke, in a low, crackly voice.

"I've been thinking. One of us was going to give out sooner or -"

A smirk appeared on the Seeker's faceplate, followed by a sharp cackle.

"So, it was you then. You who finally went against your nature to relieve your 'stress'!? Hhahahhaha! But what of your three remaining friends? What would they think?

"When they find me and offline your aft, there's no one to tell them."

"Then by all means, come and get me."

As she pounced on him, Starscream had thought all hope was lost.

But a small spark remained…..