Yandere G1 Starscream x Autobot Reader part 1

*This one is for predaqueenisarcee256 on Quotev. I was given a choice between G1 Starscream or IDW Starscream. They're pretty much the same personality-wise, but I chose G1 simply because I have a lot of catching up to do with the comics and know G1 a bit better. This is another one that turned out longer than I had intended. So much so that I've decided to break it up in to parts. (I hope that's okay!) So here's part one. Screamer's a bit more tsundere than yandere in this part, but believe me, the yandere stuff is on it's way.*

Starscream writhed in agony, clutching the wound in his side. It was a lot deeper than it looked and there were sparks as well as energon spurting from it. One of his wings was a battered mess. He wouldn't be flying away today. His left optic was struggling to stay online and occasionally his vision would partially fill with static, then go dark, only to blip back on a moment later. The wound in his side was the worst though. He would need repairs immediately or else he would bleed out. He cast his gaze upwards just in time to see Megatron and the other Decepticons flying away from the battle.

"So we lost... again." he thought with disdain.

"And I was left behind... again..."

The last thought had him scowling bitterly. It wasn't the first time he'd been left behind. That was the way it was with the Decepticons. You did what you had to in order to survive or you went offline. Either way, you were on your own. If you didn't make it then you were too weak to be a Decepticon. And sympathy was an Autobot thing. There was no room for soft-sparked ideals like mercy and compassion under Megatron's rule. It didn't matter anyway. Starscream didn't need anyone. He'd learned ages ago that he could only rely on himself.

He staggered to his feet and prepared to drag himself back to the Decepticon base. No doubt he would take the blame for this failure, too. He knew who was really to blame. Megatron, that outdated old pile of spare parts! He'd dragged this war on for six millennia, but once the old fool was out of the way and Starscream was the leader, things would be different. He knew they all mocked him behind his back. They all thought he was an idiot or a lunatic for trying to take down Megatron. Let them mock him. He would show them. Once he became the Decepticon leader he would slaughter the Autobots, destroy this worthless planet called Earth, and lead them all back to Cybertron in victory. How they would change their tune then. He would make them all crawl and beg for his forgiveness. He smiled wickedly as he thought of all the others who'd disrespected him over the years. He'd committed the face of every transgressor to memory: every Decepticon, every Autobot, every lowly human. Every fool who'd ever crossed him would do penance for it! And he would forgive none of them until they were practically dying of their guilt and shame... or simply dying. The sound of footsteps startled him out of his thoughts of vengence. He whirled around; null ray aimed and ready. And there you were.

Optimus had sent you and Brawn to look for any humans that may have needed help after Megatron's latest attack. Somewhere along the way you got separated from your minibot partner. You knew better than to wander off alone but you were certain that you heard something on the other side of the cliff. What if someone was over there and needed help? You had only meant to take a quick peek and then return but the moment you rounded the corner you found yourself staring down the barrel of a null ray. You raised your hands in surrender. You knew this Decepticon. You'd never met him up close but you'd been in enough battles by now to recognize the Decepticon second in command. Starscream. Some of the others joked about him being a wimp and a coward and made fun of his screechy voice, but you knew to be wary. Optimus had always warned you to never under-estimate the enemy. You knew that a coward could prove to be dangerous when backed into a corner. And Starscream looked pretty cornered right now. Actually he looked pretty banged up too. It was clear to you what happened. He'd been injured during the battle and when the Decepticons finally lost like they always do, they'd left the Air Commander behind. That was something you always hated about Decepticons. They wouldn't hesitate to abandon an injured ally. Starscream always seemed to get the worst of it. You pitied the Seeker elite. You knew that you probably shouldn't, but you couldn't help it.

Starscream examined the Autobot that had been trying to sneak up on him. Upon closer inspection his jaw dropped open for a moment (only a moment) in surprise. It had nothing to do with how stunning you were. Not at all. It's just that he didn't recognize you.

"Hmph." He snorted in contempt. "I thought I knew every filthy Autobot on this planet. Who are you?"

You gave him your designation, ignoring his haughty tone and the way he looked at you like you were something repulsive. You'd noticed the look he gave you when he first looked at you had been something completely different. You didn't know how to describe it. Surprise? Maybe it was because he didn't recognize you. He was probably expecting Ironhide or the Lambo Twins or any other enemy he knew. Not a stranger.

"Did you think you could sneak up on me? Offline me while I was injured?" He said in a mocking tone. "I thought you Autobots were above such things."

"We are." You said defensively. "For the record, I was looking for injured humans. I heard something over here and came to investigate. I wasn't expecting to find a Decepticon."

At that, Starscream chuckled.

"Oh, you poor thing." he said with a smirk. "And now you're my prisoner."

He nudged the null ray against your cheek causing your head to turn slightly. He expected you to be afraid or angry but instead you only scoffed.

"Are you serious right now?" You deadpanned.

"What!?" he thundered, not liking your tone.

"You really aren't in any condition to take anyone prisoner." You clarified.

Starscream worked his jaw as he tried to come up with a retort. Realizing you were right, he only growled and pressed the barrel of the null ray into your cheek harder.

"Fool! Do you think this is a toy I have pressed to your empty head!?" he screeched at you. "My injuries do not prevent me from destroying you, you worthless glitch!"

"Do you want help, or not?" You asked, giving him a sideways glance.

The look of befuddlement he gave you was so genuine it was almost adorable. You stifled a laugh.

"I'm serious." You said.

He stared at you with his one good optic. After a moment he spoke,

"What are you up to, Autobot?" he asked, his voice filled with suspicion.

"Nothing." you stated honestly. "Look, I understand if you don't get it. It's an Autobot thing, I guess. I like helping people. It's the reason I became an Autobot. I don't like seeing others in pain. Friend or foe. Your kind see it as a weakness. It can be, I suppose, but in the end I know I did the right thing."

Starscream backed away from you, pulling the null ray away from your face but still keeping it trained on you just in case. He was looking at you as if you'd just said something creepy. Something was very wrong here. Where was the mockery? The threats? The insults? He was no fool, no matter what others thought of him. He knew the Autobots were all a bunch of hypocrites hiding behind their morals and ridiculous code. Maybe some of the other Autobots would have helped him, but only after he begged them. And even then they would do so under protest.

"What do you want in return, then?" he asked.

"Uh... I guess... don't shoot me?" You answered awkwardly.

Ah, now he got it. You were naive. Horribly, dangerously naive. You must be some new recruit sent from Cybertron. You had no idea how things worked in a real battle. He couldn't hide the smirk that formed on his face.

"Heh. Alright. Repair me then, if only to satisfy your foolish bleeding spark." he derided you.

Oh he was absolutely going to shoot you. And you knew that, too.

He settled down on ground in front of you, keeping the null ray aimed and ready just in case you made any moves he didn't like. He was going to kill you and laugh as you fell on your stupid, trusting face. Well, that's what he planned to do at first. But the moment your hands brushed delicately against his frame, his ability to scheme or fume came to a halt. All he could think about now was how no one had ever been this gentle with him. No one. He sat there in a daze and tried to will his cooling fans not to turn on.

The moment was broken when you accidentally nudged a frayed wire and Starscream hissed in pain. He swatted at you out of reflex. You dodged the blow and shielded your face in case he wanted another shot at you.

"Watch what you're doing, you dolt!" He shouted, clutching at his wound.

"I'm sorry." You said calmly. "I'm not Ratchet, okay? I'm not even a medic."

"Then how do you plan on repairing me, then? Kissing it better?" Starscream sneered. The words left his mouth before he had time to think about them. He was mocking you, of course, but his own choice of words had him feeling embarrassed for some reason. That time his cooling fans really did turn on. If you noticed, you said nothing. He was glad of that.

"No." You said, frustration clear in your voice. "Look, I can repair your wing so you'll be able to fly back to your base and I can patch you up enough so that you don't bleed out on the way there. But you'll have to get more intricate medical attention when you get back. I'm sorry. I didn't see the wire. I didn't mean to hurt you."

You said the last bit with such sincerity that Starscream felt a tug at his spark.

"J-just get on with it!" He stammered, ashamed of how his voice squeaked slightly.

What was happening? Why was he acting like a sparkling with a first time crush? You were doing this to him. It must be some kind of outlier ability. I had to be! Something about the way you spoke or the way you touched him had a calming effect. Maybe you weren't as naive as you let on. Maybe you were trying to lull him into a false sense of security so that you could capture him. Well if you thought you were going to lead him like a love-struck fool to present him to your superiors... love-struck? Why had that word come to mind? His processor turned to mush again when you patted his shoulder.

"All done." You announced and stood up.

You tensed up, preparing for the moment when he sprung from the ground and blasted you to oblivion. That moment never came. He just sat on the ground looking up at you with a confused, almost childish look of wonder. It was almost endearing. Almost. Some time passed and he was still sitting there staring at you. You were starting to get uncomfortable. Suddenly, he rose and glowered at you. As you expected he fired his null ray... but not at you. He blasted a cluster of rocks to your right causing you to cry out in surprise.

"That's a warning, Autobot." He said in a strange, trembling voice.

"Today, I will spare your miserable life. But the next time we meet I will show you no mercy."

There was barely contained rage in his optics as he looked at you now. Rage and something else that you couldn't place, but it chilled you far worse than the rage.

You watched in silent shock as he transformed. He fired his jets sending rocks and debris into your face before shooting off into the clouds. You stared after him, not liking the feeling creeping up your spinal strut. Did you do the right thing in helping him? You glanced down at the grim red face of your Autobot emblem. Yes. Yes you did. You were sure of it. Starscream may not be grateful for your aid, but you knew that it always paid to do the right thing.

You had no idea how wrong you were. It was a hard, bitter lesson that you were going to learn far, far too late.

*So that's part one. I hope you liked it so far. I'm gonna be working on part two in a bit, so I should have that up soon. I have no idea how many parts this is going to have, but I'll try not to make it too long.*