Hi! My family and I got to go horse-back riding! It was so amazing! …On a more depressing note, if you have pest problems with mice or snakes or something, DO NOT EVER use glue-traps! They're horribly inhumane, and disgusting! There were two birds that got stuck in two of our glue-traps several days ago, and the poor things were terrified! Some of the glue got stuck on my fingers while we tried to free the first one, and the goo is repulsively sticky, torturous to remove, and partially poisonous! We took both of the birds to a veterinary place, on the separate days that they each got stuck. The first one died on the day that we brought in the second. The people there told us that glue-traps ensnare innocent creatures like little birds far more often than their intended target, like a poor scared little mouse. So, kindly heed my warning, save the animals, and please enjoy this here chapter! (Answers to reviews are at the end.)

Wow. Starscream had asked me- well, ordered, really- to tell him more about what was going on. Maybe I would live a few more minutes, instead of being squished or something.

"Um… Ok," I told him, "Well, ShortCircuit explained to me that Megatron didn't want any… uh…"

"Malfunctions," ShortCircuit muttered.

"Right, malfunctions," I continued, "Thanks." Starscream looked at me funny, probably 'cause it looked like I was thanking myself, but he let me continue.

"So, Megatron sent the 'malfunctons' away to different planets, or into combat so that they'd be lost or die and be out of his way. Since he doesn't think that they're of any use to him, he doesn't want any to live."

Starscream considered this for a moment, then said slowly, as if restating something that he'd lost faith in, "Megatron… sent the little 'malfunctions' to be… partners. If he'd wanted them to die… he would've killed them himself."

I shrugged, trying to disagree without getting him mad, "Maybe if he'd killed them, he might've lost the other Decepticons' support. If they knew that Megatron was killing their own kind -just because they were small- then they could've rebelled or something, and Megatron would have fewer soldiers to fight for him."

"Hmm," Starscream muttered, his dark scarlet optic narrowing.

"umm," I asked, "I thought you hated Megatwit- erm, Megatron. Your character certainly despised him in all of the TF series, except for… TF Energon, I think. But you had some really cool powers in that series. Sad back story, too."

(For anyone who hasn't seen Transformers Energon, I can't give it away, sorry! The show's good, but not as good as Transformers Armada.)

Starscream growled, "If you're quite finished discussing the absurd renditions of myself in different television series, we can get back to the matter at hand."

"Right! Ok," I squeaked nervously, "Sorry. So, um, anyway, the whole rebellion-or-lost-of-support-issue-thing is probably why Megatron decided to partner up the 'malfunctions' with other 'Cons, so every malfunction's death would seem like an accident."

Oops. I'd forgotten how much ShortCircuit hated that word, "accident." It'd been the word that Megatron used to describe his murder of ShortCircuit's friend, Lighter.

ShortCircuit let out a shriek, both mentally and out loud, causing me to wince. "Not accidents!" she yelled, clenching her nerve-wires in rage at Megatron.

Unfortunately, it hurt when she moved all the nerve-wires that were attached to the muscle and tissue in my back. I instinctively reached up my arms, which had been clinging to the tree trunk, to stop that.

Remember now, that we were really high up in a very tall tree.

Thus, I lost my balance. On top of a very tall tree.

And we slipped. Out of a very. Tall. Tree.

I was too startled to remember how to fly, and even if I did, we'd hit the ground within two seconds! I let out a scream/ yelp and snapped my eyes closed.

Clang!

What? The ground does not go 'clang' when one falls out of a tree! The ground goes 'thump,' the person goes 'crunch/squish' and is then dead.

...So why was I not dead? And why did my side hurt?

I opened my eyes to see that I was in Starscream's hand. …I was in a giant alien robot's hand. …I was in a hand!

I could not get over this fact.

"Thh…" I wheezed in shock, "Thank you. Thank. You. Starscream." He growled and dumped me back on the big tree branch again. Yipe!

"What, were you doing?" he questioned in an irritated voice, so I explained shakily, "ShortCircuit got angry about what Megatron did and startled me. So I fell. Sorry, she just really hates Megatron."

I think I saw Starscream grin.

To Knockout'sFanGirl: Yeah, same here, except I don't like TFPrime Screamer very much, since he killed poor Cliffjumper. Thank you for the compliment of my chapter! I shall! Don't worry; you'll know what happens as I add more chappy-ters! To Autobot-Mayday: I have to agree, even TFPrime Screamer is *-starts coughing-* kinda *-starts choking-* cool. *-collapses on floor, writhing-* ...Sorry; I ain't used to complimenting him. (TFP Screamer: Ha ha! You DO have some respect for me! Me: Silence! *hits him on the head with a huge frying pan* TFP Screamer: *falls unconscious* Me: …But you are sooorta ok…) And yes, Movieverse Starscream DOES look like a Dorito. In my fanfic here, he does not. To Autobot-Bre: YAY! I'm very glad you liked it! And I really am serious; If I die, I want Ducky to do my autopsy. Or at least someone who is very Ducky-ish. To Patchwork Knightess: Try watching for falling stars that look like TF stasis pods, then approaching it with caution. That's all for now, thanks for reviewing, and DON'T USE GLUE-TRAPS! They are evil. Spread da word!