Nelly Furtado, Try
Starscream, Thundercracker, Skypwarp - G1

Everything seems surreal to Starscream as he stares at the captives being brought in by a group of clearly bemused Autobots who apparently aren't used to being eagerly dragged forward by those caught in battle. Merely a few days ago he'd have sneered at the weak-willed fools and yelled down insults from the skies. He still insults them, really - changing factions doesn't mean a personality transplant as far as he's concerned, but the sight of two beaming jets hopping up and down as they drag their captors forward, each trying to get his attention, steals everything he might have said away.

"Hey, TC! Lookit that, he's speechless!" Skywarp crows in glee, even as he tries for another hop, ignoring the Autobots half-heartedly trying to keep him relatively still.

"Idiot. Did he really think we wouldn't follow?" Thundercracker mutters, not entirely sotto-voiced, giving his wing leader (always and forever, his wing leader) a darkling glare. A smug smile creeps back on his expression though, at the stunned look of the flier looking down at him.

The light dawning in Starscream's optics is something the Autobots know very well - it's just not something they ever through they'd see in that particular mech's expression, even as insults start flying between all three jets, one with new Autobot symbols etched on his wings, the other two with marred purples splotches fading away from the acids hastily used to remove them.