/Operational System Fully Functional\\
Blaring HUDs came upon Skyfire, all at once. Resetting his optics, he shooed the messages away as he awoke from recharge. Drift and Perceptor were at his bedside, looking down at him with eager eyes.
"Do you like what we did?"
"Did what...oh wait.." Skyfire looked down at his body armour, surprise littered his optics. Instead of the ghastly charcoal paint, lay crystal white with a beautiful sheen. His old crimson now so strong, he could swear it was Starscreams eyes. Sky blue was the jewel of his armour, it reminded him of those rare bright days. When the twin suns shone so bright, Starscream would say, he could hardly tell his optics apart from the sky.
"So..." Drift asked, his fins clearly twitching away, in an attempt to shake the nerves.
"Do you like it?"
"Like it..."Skyfire whispered.
Drift swore his fins were about to crumble. Whilst Percy glanced between his friends, not sure which one to protect. After a moments silence, the two mechs, lost all equilibrium. Skyfires large servos scooped them up in a flash, far quicker than any sword Drift could pull out. The decepticon squirmed in panic, until he noticed the microscopes giggling face.
[What are you smiling about Percy.] Drift panic commed. Percy chuckled, pointing at the beaming shuttles face.
"I LOVE IT!" Skyfire boomed, lifting the two other cybertronians with ease, spinning them in his arms, until his legs gave way.
"Woops.. sorry." Skyfire tried to say in a whisper now, he had quite forgotten his own strength.
"No problem, we're just happy your happy, you know." Percy gave him a thumbs up, whilst winking at Drift, who seemed to glow with pride.
They caught up on many things. Percy and Drift managed to stear conversation as far from the fight as possible, it was good to see the shuttle so well. However conversation soon turned, to the missing mech in the room.
"Um... so wheres Starscream?" Skyfire glanced around. If Percy and Drift, had managed to give him a paint job and let it dry, then surely that was enough time, for the seeker to calm down.
"Oh I saw him walking out, we presumed you guys already had a talk." Percy placed his servos on Skyfires shoulder, gesturing in such a way, for the shuttle not to panic.
" 'The Talk' you mean Percy?" Drifts smug grin was soon slapped off his face.
Drift may have a reputation as a fighter, yet it was clear who wore the trousers in the relationship. Relationship? Could he call it that right now, then again. Skyfire smirked, if Drift wanted to push into his personal life, he could push a few buttons in his.
"Have you had 'The Talk' with Percy yet, Drift?" Skyfire said mockingly, clicking his lips into a side smirk.
As soon as Percy's optics lay onto him, Drift was out the room faster than a turbo fox. Whishing well to the two, in such a speech pattern, he could have been mistaken for Blurr. Blushing madly, Percy cleared away Drifts paints, sitting himself down on chair next to Skyfires berth. The two sat in silence for a moment, their optics never leaving the other. Percy was the first to crack, at first a small snigger turned into a high pitched snicker, only to be drowned out by Skyfires own ear deafening laughter.
"Oh Primus, just look at us Sky." Percy attempted to wheezed out, only to be taken over by a fit of giggles.
"I know right." Skyfire breathed heavily to control him self.
"I think we like the same type!"
Percy exploded into such roaring laughter, Skyfire swore they had awoken the entire compound. Ratchets distant screams, telling whoever the scrap that was to shut up. Well scrap that, Skyfire thought. They were on a roll. Until a certain medical bot, burst through the door.
"So your the ones, making that awful racket."
"That's called 'laughter' Ratchet." Perceptor giggled.
His smirk was soon wiped off his face, when a particularly large wrench, zipped by his faceplates.
"That was a warning." Ratchet snarled, ducking past the shaken microscope, wrenching out his scanner and proceeded to continue on his initial checks over Skyfire.
"I've got a very ill carrier, on the same floor as you." Ratchet refrained himself, he didnt like to shout at his patients. However, after a few million years, life was starting to take its toll.
"Just refrain from being so ruckus next time, it freaked him out a bit."
"We're so sorry Ratchet." Skyfire chipped in, whishing not to cause harm. "And apologies to the carrier too."
"Thank you for your apology, Skyfire...ahem" Ratchet turned to Perceptor, raising an optic ridge ever so slightly.
"Fine...fine. I'm sorry too Ratchet. And..." Perceptor poked his helm round the door way, gently whispering through the open door.
"Sorry carrier and sparklings."
The muffled response and pleased chips put Perceptor at ease. He'd expected, being next to a carrier to be more troublesome. Nevertheless with Ratchet around, he and Skyfire had to be on their toes. After a strained silence, Perceptor tapped into his curiosity, which had been biting him since he was a bitlet.
"Ratchet, you've been with Wheeljack since the dawn of time..." Percy mused.
"Why you little..." Before Ratchet could throw his wrench in retaliation, Skyfire placed his servo over the old mechs own. Ratchet could see there was no malice in the young flyers optics. Stepping back slightly, he gestured for the shuttle to sit up and speak.
"How did you confess?"
Ratchet was quite taken aback. Not many mechs had the spark to question his love life. Of course his partner got questioned twenty four seven, but every time Ratchet so much as mentioned him, other mechs got spooked. Probably in fear of another wrench being thrown their way. Ratchet stared blankly at the shuttle, again there seemed no ill intent, just curiosity and wonder. Perhaps, he could try to share a little about himself.
"Me...what... I never...no" Ratchet fumbled on his words, quite unsure of what he should say.
Everyone apparently saw him as quite the confident mech. Well that's what they said, if Ratchet believed it or not was another matter. He could easily recount the confession. It was one of his most precious memories, not that he'd ever tell Wheeljack.
It had been quite the day, Ratchet had practically been swept off his peds, by the enormity of paperwork. It was more Red Alerts line of work, but if he wanted to be a chief medic, that's what he'd have to do. Many hours passed away, until the lights above him were a pitch black. Ratchet blanked out for a few seconds. Placing a servo against his helm, he flushed as he came to the realisation, he'd left his headlights on. That didnt explain, why the library lights weren't on. Glancing out the window, Ratchet felt his spark stop. If the sky outside was this dark, then that must of meant. Clambering up his notes, Ratchet dashed haphazardly towards the exit, only to find, to his disappointment, it was firmly locked.
"Help!... Help! Please I'm trapped!" Ratchet banged on the glass doors furiously. Reaching into his subspace, he picked up a slim knife. Before he attempted to pick the lock, the component fell from his shaking servo.
"What do I do...what do I do...oh primus.."
Venting his systems seemed to help somewhat. When his helm felt just a tad clearer, he made a dash for the stairs. There was an old emergency phone, up near the science text books, on the top floor. Upon reaching the landline, Ratchet swore he could hear his own spark pounding as he bashed away at the dials. After a few minutes of trying and nothing but a dead line, Ratchet slammed the phone down. Sinking down in defeat, Ratchet leaned against the bookshelf, praying his haunted thoughts would leave him be.
"Hey mech."
Ratchet bounced back in surprise, when the blue optics met his. Relief hummed his processors, the moment the other mech joined his side.
"Oh, its just you Wheeljack."
"Just?" Wheeljack smirked.
Ratchet wasn't sure he could handle Wheeljacks loud antics, right now. Placing a servo over his helm, it still seemed to be hot.
"Ratchet...are you okay?"
His shaking servos met gentler ones, his nerves became slightly steadier, when the Lanica showed him to a table.
"Um, I left my lights on..."
"Dont worry Ratch, I'll fix it for ya. You can still look at your work, if you like."
Nodding graciously, Ratchet felt himself being led to a small table, where Wheeljack had just been sitting. Bringing his notes out of his subspace, he found himself unable to concentrate on them for now. Whenever he was with Wheeljack, no matter how hard he tried, their conversations always went off topic. First they may start out professional, speaking about work and such alike. It almost always turned into silly theories and general gossip. Talk of the future and perhaps even sparklings once.
After Wheeljack had fixed his helm, their normal conversation resumed. It was never unusual for Wheeljack, to snuggle up right next to Ratchet. After all, Wheeljack had called him his best friend once. Much to Ratchets honour and surprise. And that's what best friends did, right? After awhile, Ratchets processors started to finally calm down, he hardly noticed he was slipping into recharge, his helm nesting lightly on Wheeljacks shoulder.
Wheeljack stayed in silence for awhile, he could tell Ratchet now. Least then the rant of rejection wouldn't be as rabid, as a fully recharged Ratchet.
"I like you Ratchet."
Taken aback slightly, Ratchet peaked open his optics, laughing it off slightly. Wheeljack couldn't seriously mean that, no. He was just being paranoid again.
"I like you too Wheeljack, your a great friend..." Ratchet said with a smile.
When he was met with a frown, his tanks twisted. This wasn't a joke.
"No...no..." Wheeljacks face hardened, his words grave.
"I mean more than a friend."
"Oh...I..." Ratchet mumbled, what could he say next?
Shame muddled his processors. This didnt make any sense. Wheeljack liked him in that way? As in romance? A very prospect, that Ratchet had sworn himself away from and very well too, many mechs would say. Wheeljack had many admirers, that was for sure. What on Cybertrons core, was Wheeljack thinking? He could have anyone, anyone! And he chose a pathetic timid medic.
Primus.
He had to get out of here.
Pardoning himself, he quickly rose from the table, promising Wheeljack he needed a moment. Knowing he would never come back. As soon as he escaped the stuffy room, his peds paced rapidly down the stairs, almost tripping over himself when he finally reached the long awaited exit. Excitably he turned the lock, with no luck.
"Scrap...scrap..." Ratchet almost screeched. It was locked.
Falling to his knees, he let out a wail. He was stupid enough to forget, why he was trapped here in the very first place. Maybe he wasn't smart enough to be a medic, after all. Choking on another sob, Ratchet wobbled to his peds, breathing heavily against the door. He couldn't even control his own emotions. How could he care for others, when he couldn't even care for himself?
Slumping in defeat, he expected his helm to smack against the iron floor. Not that he cared very much, perhaps some pain would do him some good. When the crash never came, Ratchet opened his optics to find Wheeljack looking down on his. The inventor followed him after all. Awkwardly Ratchet pointed at the door, there was no point in lying to Wheeljack now.
"I can't get out...I can't get out."
"Oh Ratchet." Wheeljack bit back the guilt, he should of known.
Of course, the medic was claustrophobic.
Ratchet refused to travel in lifts, that was a given. Rushing down stairs as though his life depended on it. Always the medic had a keen optic, searching out a window. If only Wheeljack had know, he was searching for an exit.
Guilt panged his spark.
How many times, had Ratchet come to his aid? Countless, no doubt about that. That's what he loved about Ratchet, no matter how much the medic would seemingly complain, he never meant it. No matter the situation, he always put his patients before himself. Everyone could tell he was soft sparked at heart. Ratchet must of been terrified of his lab, encased with no windows, a sealed door and no clear way out, yet he still came to Wheeljacks aid.
Now it was time to help Ratchet out.
Trying to escape Wheeljacks grip was a no go. The Lanica seemed quite insistent, in taking him away from that small stairwell. Ratchet didnt seem to mind, his processors were so fried, he was between places. Unshuttering his optics after an age, he found himself in quite a marvellous room. He could of swore he was outdoors, if not for the shimmer of light, which bounced off the glass above.
A star lab.
Ratchet had only ever heard of these places, never before had he set foot inside one. No doubt, Wheeljack loved the variety of machinery which surrounded them. However, the roof was a dream for Ratchet. The sky was open as it was outside, plain for all to see across the entirety of the room. He would do anything, to be in a medical lab like it. The openness of nature to surround him, without all its atmospheric charms, as so to say.
Wheeljack sat in silence, when the medic awoke. He'd hoped Ratchet, would take a liking to these new surroundings. It was a bugger to get past the codes, but not as hellish as the door locks which forced him to carry Ratchet up the stairs. The moment he tried to pick the lock, the alarm system crashed down a steel door, resulting in him grabbing the rather heavy mech, despite his stature. Hauling him up to Kups lab was a last resort. In hindsight, it seemed the best decision.
"Its Kups lab." he whispered, that seemed to do the trick. Ratchet seemed much happier now, than dare he say it, he had ever been.
"Since no one else is inside, we have it to ourselves. And look, a way out!" Wheeljack beamed, pointing to the large open double glass doors.
An exit.
A landing platform, which presumably had a safely stairwell attached to the ground. Ratchet found himself quite content, just staying here. The stars in the sky, were a sight he had never quite appreciated before. Wheeljack had done all this for him? He could of left Ratchet to freak out, at the bottom of the stairwell. Instead he carried him up here, much to Ratchets embarrassment, at least no one else saw it. On a side note, Wheeljack must be pretty strong to carry him all the way here. Ratchet blushed at the very thought, which didnt go unnoticed by Wheeljack, who gave him a very sly wink.
Oh, it was getting personal now. Ratchet swore his processors were going to scorch, when the inventor began to inch closer. Turning towards the open sky, he whispered his thanks to Wheeljack. He could feel the smile, creeping up against the Lanica's face as well as his own. Moving his servo a little to his right, he searched out for the bot sat next to him. His servo felt scarred, no doubt from all his misfires, not dissimilar from Ratchets own. In the medical field, it was practically unheard of to have a smooth servo, well Wheeljack certainly hadn't got the memo. Wheeljack held his servo with the upmost care, as if he was handling a delicate jewel. They stayed like that until dawn broke. Ratchet then realised he had never properly seen a sunset, perhaps it was time to appreciate such new experiences in his life.
"Oh look, sunshine!" Wheeljack beamed, waving his servo excitably forward.
Ratchet peaked up and sure enough the glitters of daylight, were sparkling through the window. Wheeljack turned to face the mech, he couldn't deny that sparkle in Ratchets eyes, had gotten that little bit brighter. Plucking up all the courage in his spark, Wheeljack leant a little closer, praying to Primus the medic wouldn't push him back. What happened next, was rather unexpected.
It could have been the sun blinding his optics, it seemed that Ratchet had come a little closer himself. Something Wheeljack, certainly didnt anticipate. Shutting off his optics, he allowed himself to be lost in the medics touch. For one of such harsh words, who knew his lips were so soft. Breaking the kiss, Wheeljack stared down as best he could at Ratchet. Sunlight still messed with his relays, surrounding the medic in a golden hue, enhancing his well polished red and white paint, it was glittering like the stars. He swore he was looking at an angel. Wheeljack was so lost for words, it was Ratchets turn to smirk.
Humming contently, Ratchet settled down in Wheeljacks arms. Maybe this could work. It'd be worth a try at least. Suddenly the closed darkness which surrounded him, seemed that little bit brighter.
Ratchet didnt feel too comfortable, to share that story yet. Both Perceptor and Skyfire, seemed to struggle with their own love life's. Being scientists they should know, there is no such thing as a simple solution. Perhaps it would help them, just to admit a little.
"He confessed to me..." Ratchet attempted to say with confidence, but came out with the kind of meekness he despised.
"I mean, I wanted to but I could never really..."
"Express yourself?" Skyfire nodded in, not whishing to fluster the medic anymore.
"Exactly." Ratchet gasped a sigh of relief. It was hard enough even to think about that story, let alone tell even a fragment of it. One day he would tell them, he was sure of that. Heading to the door, Ratchet let one minute detail slip.
"He's a lot more emotionally stable than me, I have to admit."
"I hear praise, what a rare occasion!" Wheeljack snuck up from behind, tightening his arms around the chassis of the plumper bot.
"Wheeljack!"
"How many times have I told you, dont bother me at work."
"Forever, since the dawn of time...my sunshine."
Before the befuddled doctor could respond, Wheeljack pecked a quick kiss on the medics lips. Much to the surprise of Perceptor and Skyfire. Any other mech would of called it a death wish. Not Wheeljack, who was currently skipping down the halls, singing an awfully out of tune song about sunshine. Leaving a very bewildered Ratchet, shaking at his patients doorway.
"Dont leave...I'll be right back..."
Ratchet may of believed he was out of audioshot, but every mech in the entire vicinity could hear his shouts.
" Wheeeeeeeeljack!"
After a few minutes, muddled heavy peds clashed outside the doorway. Skyfire and Percy braced themselves for Ratchets return, instead they received a familiar decepticon.
"Drift!"
"Hey, Percy. You'll never guess who I saw, that hot old doc bot, down the hallway there..."
Skyfire bit his intake back, when he noticed the hurt in Percys optics. Perhaps Percys relationship, wasn't as deep as it seemed. At least not for Drift. Instead of going into a rampage like Ratchet surely would, the little microscope seemed to bite back the tears. Retrieving a cloth out of his subspace, Percy wiped Drift down mercilessly.
"By the all spark, what happened to you Drift?" Percy scolded the older bot, his optics refusing to make contact with the other.
"Yeah.." Drift chuckled awkwardly. "Its raining buckets and bolts out there."
Skyfire pondered to himself. He hoped Star wasn't outside in such weather, storms like this could really throw a flier off and Starscream seemed so upset earlier, he couldn't be off balance right now.
"Um Percy, could you comm Starscream?"
Nodding, Perceptor clicked up his comm link for a good while, with little success. Even Drift had a go, after a few failed attempts, Skyfire stumbled up. Bidding his friends farewell, despite their worrisome pleas.
"I'll have a fly by my place, to see if he's there." Skyfire tapped the nervous microscope, gently on his shoulder. After he calmed his friends down, Skyfire reached the roof, facing the oncoming storm, which was so much more than wind and rain.
"I'm sure the good Doctor, would want me to get some fresh air."
With that, he shot off into the night. Perceptor and Drift stared blankly at the stars, in more fear of Skys fate or Ratchets fury, they did not know.
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Rain belted down on his optics like comets. The moon shone against the clear substance, turning it into a shimmering white, just like the stars above. He was screaming at Megatron, he knew that much at least. Mud caked his peds. A mech, which seemed suspiciously like some odd mix of Prime and Skyfire, came charging towards him. Starscream couldn't fight back, frozen in place he stood there. He begged this Skyfire monstrosity to stop, but no words seemed to escape his lips. Placing a servo against his helm, he awaited the crash which was bound to follow.
After a few moments of silence, he looked out to find he was alone.
The Autobots voices, were ringing in his head. Were their words true? The Decepticons had left him behind. Megatron had abandoned him? No, his leader always came back, to give him a belting. He was worth his attention. Starscream cuffed his fists, falling to the sodden ground, wailing in pain.
"Why aren't you attacking me Megatron?"
No answer.
"Why Megatron?"
With only the rain ringing in the silence that surrounded him. Starscreams wails grew louder, till his audio receptors began to bleed. His master would listen to him. He had to come back.
"Why...?"
His final screech matched his namesake, the world grew darker around him.
"WHY!?"
"Thank Primus..." Skyfire muttered.
Disappointingly, the seeker had not been at their apartment. His next stop was going to be the labs, but the tri seekers colours, stuck out like a traffic light, ontop of Iacon science tower. Thankfully, he didnt have to search the hundred or so room building. Hovering up silently, he slowly approached Starscream, whishing not to spook the seeker.
It failed spectacularly.
" I want to be left alone." Starscream snarled.
That voice.
That was not his Starscream.
If it was, it sounded so...old? Skyfire wacked his audio receptors, that couldn't be right. Kneeling down in front of the seeker, he attempted to calm him down. What he didnt expect, was to have the air in his vents knocked out of him. Nursing the accursed mark above his spark, Skyfire grunted heavily, his faceplates contorted in anger. Starscream was looking at his hand, confused by the energon which covered it. Skyfire had about enough, he could handle Starscreams outbursts, but violence like this over nothing, was not on. About to give the seeker the lecture of his life, Skyfire boldly stood in front of him. When Starscream refused to acknowledge the shuttles presence, Skyfire felt his anger looming. Pinching the seekers helm upwards, Skyfire almost fell back at the sight. Starscreams optics were amber? Something was wrong with the seeker.
Very wrong.
The words that came next sickened him more.
"Please don't hurt me Master... I waited for you to come back."
Skyfire could almost feel the bile, purging his tanks. What in Primus's name, had happened to Starscream? He could feel his anger simmer away, more concerned about getting the seeker out, of whatever trance that had befallen him. Every move he made, seemed to make Starscream flinch even more. How could he get the seeker to recognise him? He said his name enough times, but the seeker refused to believe him. Placing a tired servo on his helm, Skyfire almost smacked himself when he realised his error. Retracting his mask with speed, he connected his optics to Starscreams, hoping the seeker would see him out. After a few minutes of strained silence, the little seekers optics began to glow red, his voice much meeker than before.
"Skyfire?"
Starscream began to shake. Skyfire winced in pity, when the seeker put his energon soaked servo, on his chassis.
"Oh, what have I done..." Starscream began to sob. Had he really just...
"Star...star, look at me." Skyfire twisted Starscreams helm up to his.
"Don't you dare..."
Coolant erupted from the seekers optics. Starscreams helm was so flushed, Skyfire whished it to rain more, so it would cool the poor seeker down. His own injury was nothing, compared to what was going on in Starscreams head. Words of encouragement, was the only medicine he could give.
"Don't you dare blame yourself Starscream. Its not your fault...its not your fault..."
His words offered little comfort for the seeker, who's processors were verging upon crashing from the sheer pain he had caused.
"You did nothing wrong. Its a bad processor cycle...a bad processor cycle."
Starscream held a servo back, to cease his cries, he didn't even notice his ped slipping off the ledge. Before he could even gasp, Skyfires servo was wrapped around his waist, pulling him back to the centre of the tower.
"I'm not a grounder, for Primus's sake Skyfire."
Skyfire chuckled for a moment. Starscream was getting back to normal. Thank Primus. They'd both have to see Ratchet, that was for certain. However, now was not the time. The seeker needed calm and rest. Despite Ratchet being the best doctor around, he could offer little more than that at the moment.
"Star, can we go home?" Skyfire pleaded with Starscream, squeezing the seekers servos.
Starscream pondered for a moment. Home. Had a nice ring to it. Not that he had considered anywhere, to be home before. Certainly not Decepticon HQ, that was for sure. One place he did begrudgingly call home once, was earth. After a lot of energon shots, he'd admitted to Thundercracker and Skywarp, that since Skyfire was on earth, it was his home.
As the humans put it 'Home is where the heart is.' Starscream could almost recount the bile, coming up from the very thought, that deep down, he actually believed the same sappy nonsense as the fleshies. Yet, whenever he saw Skyfire on the battlefield, he swore after ten minutes of calling him a traitor, his spark would turn to mush. Much to the amusement of TC and Warp. Not so much to their great leader, who loved giving the seeker a good smack down, the moment the shuttle left the battlefield. Admittedly Skyfire had always brought him trouble, the innocence that radiated from the shuttle told him otherwise.
It had never been Skyfires fault.
"Fine..fine, home it is then!" Starscream announced, raising a digit to the air.
Turning sharply, Starscream marched forward so fast, the shuttle struggled to keep a hold of his servo. Before he knew it, Starscream felt his peds leave the ground, landing with a heavy crunch on top of the shuttle,
"Woops."
"And you thought I'd 'slip'." Starscream smirked, the shuttle had always been a bit of a clumsy bot, to put it kindly.
It was nice, just their helms resting against one another. Rain dancing round their optics like fairy lights, its now gentle patter now quite the relaxing tune. Starscream didnt even log, they had been there for a while. Until he noticed the colour of the sky, turn to a light grey. Did they just sleep there all night? Did they sleep at all? Starscream was pretty dam certain, his optics never left Skyfires. Starscream then noticed, the raindrops seemed to boom almost in the distance, retuning his optics he looked around. A large plastic tent seemed to surround them, some contraption from Skyfires subspace no doubt.
"Skyfire, wake up."
Skyfire had to admit, he'd slept in worse. Nothing was worse, than drinking far to much Energex, for ones own good and ending up sleeping rough one night. He might wake up with a little rust on his back, no biggie. He was sure the Doctor would not be pleased, but as long as Starscream was happy, nothing else really mattered. Last night he'd set up a tent for the two of them, the grouchy little seeker didnt seem to want to leave his spot, so Skyfire of course obliged. They began to chat about science, until Starscream spoke of the stars.
He enjoyed the seekers tales of planets, how Starscream managed to cram so much astrology into his processor, he would never know. At one point, before his systems shut down, Starscream started to talk about a place called earth. Earth? A planet of eternal vibrant blue skies and just as many star filled nights. Things called flowers, which dashed a variety of colours, just like their paint touched, only they were delicate to hold. They sounded wonderful. Starscream always made up the best fairy tales.
"Time to go?" Skyfire whispered, he wasn't sure how comforting the seekers night had been. Perhaps it would be better to go home and get some shut eye.
"No, I just enjoy being with you..." Starscream blurted out.
Scrap.
Starscream turned away in embarrassment. Dam it, why was he always so gobby before and after bed. Pushing himself up, he excused himself away from Skyfire.
"Skyfire I...um never mind."
Skyfire had to admit, they were at a stale mate. What was it Ratchet had said? The uncomfortable truth, that he just couldn't admit. He and Star couldn't end up like Percetor and Drift, in what was basically a flirtationship. It was clearly aggravating Starscream. Star seemed so desperately to want to say it, Skyfire could practically feel the little seekers spark beating out of his chassis.
No.
He had to be the one to say it. Surely, there couldn't be a better moment than this? Skyfire tightened his grip around the seekers waist, lifting his helm, edging it against Starscreams faceplates. He was far to shy, to admit it to his optics.
"We can take it slow..."
Starscream nearly burst from the shuttles arms. Was this Skyfire, trying to be sensual all of a sudden? It was odd, but he was certainly not one to reject it. Starscream nudged his helm up against the shuttles neck cables. Skyfires voice was but a whisper now, his words still chilled Starscreams audio receptors.
"I know how you really feel."
Grabbing Skyfires servo into his own, he backed his helm up, gazing down into his friends now pooled optics. If Skyfire had the spark to say it, so should he. The rain belted outside so heavily now, he swore it could cover him from the world. Praying it would drown out his words, to privy ears.
"As do I."
Skyfire knew. His smile struck up, just as the lightning did in the night sky.
"We better get out of here, or we'll be lightning rods." Skyfire chuckled nervously, gently he lifted Starscream off and proceeded to pack away the tent. That was enough for today. His confession had already sent his processors into overdrive and he was just desperate to shy away from it all. Starscream however was having none of it, he hadn't just poured out his spark for nothing. Skyfire found a servo shoved on his intake, for a moment. Until the seekers peds rested on top of his, locking him into place.
Starscream couldnt help himself. Tip toeing, till the point of almost toppeling over, if not for Skyfires servos holding him in. He lifted his helm towards the shuttles face, rain droplets getting increasingly harder, as Skyfire closed in. He swore he must of shut off his optics at one point, that or the sky had clouded over, to keep them hidden. He almost turned to see if there were any other prying optics. Skyfires servo held his helm in, caressing him into a trance. One of which he would never escape.
Their helms clinked together in unison, a silent noise in the night, an uproar for Starscream. At one point his audio receptors turned off, his vision black, the only thing holding him onto reality, was the warm touch of Skyfires servo against his cheek. His hot breath heating Starscreams lips, until they touched. Starscream could not fathom what he felt.
It was like that time he and Skyfire flew, when they had first met. The twin suns were at their peak that day. The sky so bright, it shimmered against the sea. Whilst he was flying towards the academy, admittedly he had gotten a little lost in the splendour, he didn't notice the huge mech in front, till they collided with a crash. Shaking his thrusters, he transformed in a daze, pounding his helm, in an attempt to de scramble his processors. After rebooting his optics, for a moment it seemed he was still staring up at the sky, till it started speaking to him. He swore he said it by accident, causing the large mech to laugh. Starscream could feel his faceplates cracking up, if this is how his first day at university was going to be...
No. He couldn't have that. Pushing the giant oaf away, he flew up to face the mech helm on.
"My names Starscream. What's your designation?" Starscream puffed his chassis out, attempting to be as professional as possible. Better to gloss over the incident and pretend it never happened. At least in his mind anyway. However he could not stop his spark from melting, when the other mech spoke.
"My names Skyfire."
He didn't know it then, but he would be lost in those sky optics forever.
Whishing for their lips to never part, he clawed at Skyfires helm for more, uncaring now what optics may be watching.
Let them.
Let them see Skyfire was his, let them see him for who he really was.
A Decepticon in love with an Autobot.
Get Soundwave and Reflector down to take a few pics, he certainlly wanted some of the negatives. Starscream whished he could just stay a little longer, for all those millions of years waiting. If dying twice meant living through this, he'd gladly die a thousand times more. Feeling Skyfires lips part from his, left the seeker cold. He wanted so much more and the shuttle knew it. Skyfires optics never lied.
"Slowly Star, breathe."
Starscream didnt even realise he was panting, till his audio receptors choose to now painfully twich online.
"First kiss?" Skyfire smiled, the seeker was too darn cute for his own good sometimes.
"Frag yes." It was worth the nine million year wait, in Starscreams mind.
A golden tint caught Skyfires optics. The rain had just begun to ease up, so now they had the perfect view. He always envisioned the opportunity, to share a sunset with a loved one. Starscream seemed to share the same idea.
"Look Sky, the sun is coming up!"
Starscream clambered onto Skyfires shoulders, snuggling into the shuttles helm once he reached the top. Earning a quick peck on the cheek by the shuttle, they waited, their optics glowing brighter by the second. Blazing down on Cybertron, the deep amber soon turned into a lemon yellow. Starscream was awe struck at its beauty. It was one of the only things he liked about earth. The sun reminded him of an earth plant. Daffodils, that was their name. They swept by on his patrols in spring, they matched the sun so well. A twinge of sadness struck his spark. He'd once picked a bunch for Skyfire. It was a so called valentines day, according to the humans on the radio. Skyfire seemed to enjoy travelling to meadows, far from the Autobot base. Lying in the flowers, losing himself in their scent. Starscream had whished on so many days he could lie next to him.
He had chosen his side then already.
On that day he picked a beautiful bouquet of daisies, daffodils, forget me not's and some red roses. It was their colours, he hoped Skyfire had not forgotten. Lying outside the autobot base, he hid from view. When the arc door opened, his spark sank in disappointment. The twins and Cliffjumper, believed the flowers to be a Decepticon trick, blasting them to ashes in an instant.
It broke Starscreams spark.
Before he left, he noticed the mech himself step outside. Sadly dusting up the remnants of the flowers, Skyfires optics flickered up to meet his. Transforming scarcely, Starscream flew high and far. He couldn't handle another rejection from his so called friend.
The next day he woke up to a bouquet of sunflowers, Himalayan blue poppies, lycoris, white primroses and a bluecrown passionflower, resembling somewhat of a crown. With a message attached. Thundercracker simply winked, when he enquired who on earth delivered them.
[Thank You]
In his spark he knew.
Now it was different. Skyfire was his as he was Skyfires. On earth there was nothing better, than having the clear blue sky to ones self, the ocean of the air. One day he had would take Skyfire out there. In a couple of million years time. No way was he returning to that pit spawn site, whilst it was still a frozen ice block. He and Skyfire, maybe even his trinemates, could travel there and just fly. For now, he was just content with this.
"Wow, check that out Star, its a rainbow...I think?"
Starscream had never seen one before. Not even on earth. Many of the fleshies talked about them, with all the fighting with the Autobots he had never noticed one. Thundercracker told him he'd seen one, when he and Skywarp were 'on duty', of course those slaggers weren't. A range of mountains 'apparently' stopped their search, after a storm caused them to 'crash'. After a while, a break of sun shone through. TC described the colours like a prism, though its vibrancy was far greater. The rain that glistened down, enhanced the large coloured beams, causing them to twinkle like gems, across the blackened sky. When the sun was finally at its highest, the rainbows colours were so vivid, TC claimed he and Skywarp were in silence, admiring its beauty. Starscream had a very hard time they could ever keep their mouths shut, especially that aft bag Skywarp.
He never believed them.
Nature had been cruel to him before. Storms were not a memory, he liked to relive. Not after Skyfires accident. Now he could see the beauty such horrors could bring, perhaps he could learn to appreciate it a bit more. He should of explored TC and Warps weather tales sooner. It was impressive that earth of all places could produce such a thing; to see this wonder on Cybertron, rarer still. Caressing his faceplates into Skyfires, he couldn't take his optics off the sight. Primus was smiling down on him today.
Looking down at the buildings below, Starscream was bewildered by their change. It remained brighter than the sun itself, the rainbows variant colours shimmered against the cool wet glass around them. A stain glass window, he believed the humans had called it. He could almost in vision Skyfires white paint, reflecting a multitude of colours against his. The rainbow dancing them in a spotlight, against the sun and the sky. Suddenly an elbow nudged into his, Skyfire seemed to have the same idea.
"Lets go, before it disappears." Starscream whispered, fearing if he rose his voice a note higher, the whole thing would shatter.
Servo in servo they walked, up to the ledge. Grabbing tightly onto the seeker, Skyfire turned on his thrusters, hovering them against the skyline. Shard glass towers surrounded them, their reflections shone for the whole of Cybertron to marvel. A seeker kissing a shuttle, for all the world to see.