FANDOM: G1
CHARACTER OR PAIRING: Skyfire/Starscream
PROMPT: Yearning
RATING: PG

REQUESTED BY: black_shiro

"Four and a half vorns."

Starscream caught the large helmet in his hand, letting it twirl on his palm. He looked over Skyfire, his old friend sitting before him. "You..." The Seeker paused. There was a sad look of confusion in those red optics, so different from the azure blue he had been used to. Skyfire was pawing at the Decepticon symbol on his chest. "... Haven't changed," Starscream forced out with a smirk.

"It feels like I'm someone completely new," Skyfire mumbled.

Starscream tossed up the helmet, caught it and walked towards his old companion. "A great new you," he agreed. He pressed a finger against the purple insignia. "This signifies and guarantees you a future of power."

"But..." Skyfire mumbled. "I'm not really one to care much for power... You know that..."

"People change," Starscream insisted.

Skyfire nodded numbly. He stared at the finger still lingering on his chest, gently sliding down the length of the glaring pointed face. "You... haven't changed much," he said, "from what I've seen so far."

"Oh, in ways, I'm very different."

"Yeah..." Skyfire sighed. He carefully took the hand against his chest. Starscream was surprised, but did not pull away. "... I think, for as long as I've been frozen, I've been thinking of you the entire time." He smiled sweetly into his friend's confused faceplates. "Sounds sappy, I know, but..." He rose Starscream's hand to his mouth, gently kissing it. "... It kept me from losing my mind."

Starscream blinked before leering. "You've been waiting forever. But I came in the end, didn't I?" he chuckled. He dropped Skyfire's helmet in the snow, moving to place his hands to the scientist's face. It made the shuttle-bot shiver but not entirely out of cold. "So you can trust me..." Starscream purred.

"I've missed that voice of yours," Skyfire smirked. He pulled the Seeker closer and hugged him. "Where others always used to say it was too shrill, I always found it... endearing."

"Your flattery chip hasn't corroded," Starscream sneered. He rested his chin to his friend's head, a devious glow in his optics. "But I like that. You'll make a perfect second in command."

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A/N: Usually I use vorns to imply a thousand years, but in this snippet it's a million years.