Pairing: MV Maggie Madsen/Starscream
Rating: Mature
Details/Themes: Xenology, sparkplay
There was nothing in comparison of the position she was in, no technology on Earth could impress her as much as this. Maggie stared into the blood red optics of a Decepticon, a famed killer who patrolled the skies, and didn't move as those same optics stared back. She was close, closer than when she met Bumblebee in Hoover Dam. But this was the real deadly deal.
His vulture appearance and vast wingspan was to be feared. The "falcon of death" never sounded so right in description for any other being ever before. But here she was, watching the sentient robot lean close to study her. She didn't dare move.
Maggie heard the name Starscream once, exactly once by the late Frenzy, the Minicon they fought while trying to get the Air Force to send an airstrike on the Decepticons in Mission City. He said Megatron's name too but Starscream was the first mentioned. It took some probing with Will's guardian, Ironhide, to figure out exactly who it was but she found him...or rather, he found her.
A deal with the Devil seemed much more innocent than this. But she wanted...no, needed to know how this monstrous titan of the sky functioned. The fact that Starscream listened instead of killing her outright was a sign that this was a mutual transaction.
"To see my perfect design is not a permission I grant just anyone, fleshling. You humans cannot fathom the complexity of the spark at the core of our being. What will you give me in return to catch a glimpse of such perfection? What will you sacrifice to seek information that you won't ever be able to speak of?"
Maggie spoke with assurance, sealing her doom, "I offer you myself."
Starscream gave a cruel smirk, eyeing her for any break of character, any flaw he could exploit to his advantage. She could tell he mainly agreed because he now had power over her. He could hurt her, enslave her, or even kill her because she was foolish enough to give herself to him for the price of knowing.
"Done," he replied.
Starscream sat on the pavement between buildings and leaned so she could climb onto his cockpit located at his chest. He growled when she took a little longer than he wanted. She straddled the glass and like a child, she peered into it. Maggie was startled as the cockpit she was sitting on shifted in half. A clear cut across the center at the seams sent one half upwards and the lower half she was on down to his middle abdomen. The armor below shifted until a bluish white light blinded her at first before mellowing to a crystalline blue.
The woman stared down at the large orb of light, rays of its energy bouncing circling it like she was looking at a star up close. A low hum could be heard from it, something she leaned closer to hear properly.
Machines born from the miracle of creation had cores like the sun, blinding and powerful. Maggie wanted to touch it so bad. To think she was probably the only human in the world who could see this was a gift she would always treasure even if the event of such was given to her by the very enemy that wanted humanity dead. It was a sacrifice of curiosity she didn't regret. Out of pure instinct, she reached down to stroke its surface. She could hear the spark growing louder and pulsing.
"Don't!" Stascream wailed. She paused as his sudden cry sounded like begging, odd especially for a Cybertronian who was boasting just moments before.
"Why not?"
"'Why not?' You have no idea what toiling with my spark will do to you."
Maggie peered back down at the orb, the heat radiating off it entrancing her. "I made a deal with you to find out about your inner workings. Whatever I find, I cannot speak a word of it to anyone and I am yours to keep. If it kills me, one less problem for you. If it does anything else, nothing changes. I agreed because I'm an analysist. There's only one thing left now to do and that is to analyze what happens when a human touches your core."
Starscream even seemed concerned at that, slowly regretting making the deal which she smirked at him back for. Cockiness was a karma magnet. He gave an uncharacteristic whimper as she began to go again.
Her hand hovered over the spark as its pulse quickened like how a human heart reacted under stress. The parallels were uncanny. Slowly, she placed her hand on the surface and gasped. A surge of energy hit her, making her nerves do backflips and her mind pulsing alongside it. To her surprise, her hand went through the core as she found it was nothing but pure energy. It cackled around her arm and it felt ghostly.
Then she heard a familiar type of moan. Her attention shot up to Starscream whose optics were now closed, a low purr emanating from his throat. He was getting off on her touches. Her grin couldn't come fast enough before she swirled her hand around the orb of energy, feeling it surge and Starscream tense up. To think the heart of a Cybertronian was this sensitive was alluring to her or at least the control of such a sensitive piece of information she could use against him to win some freedom back.
"Do you like that? Energy dense enough to create its own gravitational pull to form a constant ball and powers your body and soul as a sentient organism. This is more than just your heart, isn't it?"
Starscream glared at her but before he could retort, he suddenly gave a harsh roar. His systems flared in pleasure and Maggie reacted the same as the energy surged outward into her. Gears and pistons were grinding to keep from accidentally transforming something it shouldn't while Starscream recovered. Maggie, however, was out cold.
When she awoke, she found she was in Starscream's servo, cradling her. She couldn't pin what his expression was.
"I guess...we now know what happens when you experiment with my spark. I didn't think someone like you could taint my perfect core like that," he said baffled.
"You're shocked because I gave you an orgasm through a heart attack? Had I known that playing with your spark would do that, I would have done it much earlier," she laughed.
Starscream then gave her a suspicious look. "You're a very unusual fleshling."
Maggie smiled, brushing off metallic debris from her outfit. "I'm an analysist; it comes with the job."
She had the data she needed to realize Starscream was not unlike humans with emotions and gratifications. Her curiosity of just how much farther it extended though was becoming prominent in her mind. Since she made a deal to be his in return for knowledge of what made a Cybertronian tick, she had more opportunities present than ever before. It was a steady price to pay but deep down, she was content with it.
AN: Maggie, the analysist from the first movie, just needs a little more attention brought to her. I liked her character, sucks they never brought her back.