YOU KNOW THIS ISN'T THE WAY, the calm, rational part of himself advised.
OH, SHUT UP. WHAT SEEKER WANTS TO LIVE HIS LIFE OUT OF THE SKY? the angry, bitter part of him spat back. I KNOW I SURE AS PRIMUS DON'T.
THINK ABOUT WHAT YOU'RE DOING, that logical voice spoke again. THERE ARE DECENT PEOPLE HERE, GOOD PEOPLE WHO HAVE TAKEN YOU IN WHEN YOU HAD NO WHERE ELSE TO GO. a touch of smugness entered that niggling part of himself. BESIDES, WHAT DECEPTICON WANTS TO SHOW THE WEAKNESS THAT SUICIDE WOULD IMPLY?
WHY MUST YOU ALWAYS BE RIGHT? After that breif internal conflict he got up and walked slowly back inside where Ratchet awaited him. He and Fastblade had been debating about how long it would take for Starscream to figure out that trying to slag his way through the situation was the only choice he really had. "Come on in. ..I'll get you a few cubes of energon and you can stay with me until Prime gets your room situation straightened out. You could use MORE than a few by the look of you. "
Starscream let a wry grin quirk up the corner of one side of his mouth. "And who said I was staying here long enough to need a room?"
Ratchet shook his head, a grin of his own working its way to the surface. "Unless you'd rather go back to Megatron and get fragged?" He almost laughed as he saw the Seeker's optics widen a shade. "Didn't think so. I guess you still have some survival instinct in you yet."
Starscream strode back in behind Ratchet, who motioned him to take a seat in his living room when they reached the medic's quarters. The white mech screambled around in his storage closet for a few moments before bringing out a cask. When he opened the cask at least forty cubes could be seen inside. "Grab a cube, or three or five. I have plenty more, and all of it is fairly high-grade."
Back at Decepticon HQ the other two seekers were holed up in Skywarp's quarters. The purple and black jet warrior dug into his own personal energon stash, tossing a cube to Thundercracker. "I don't get it, TC, I really don't. " He stopped and took a deep swig off the cube in his hand and then peered over at his blue brother."How was this time any different from any of the times 'Screamer got himself into slag with Megatron? Yet he didn't exile him any of those times."
Thundercracker shook his head. "I don't either, 'Warp, but with our leader, who knows what set him off? Maybe he'll change his mind like he did last time."
"Maybe, . You know how 'Screamer is about being able to trust his own. though . and Dirge looked THRILLED to be sent to chase him out of HQ." Skywarp finished off his first cube and grabbed another. "Sometimes I wonder why I stay around. Megattron seems to get more and more unstable with each passing day."
Thundercracker had to admit Skywarp was right. He himself wondered why he stayed under Megatron. He would never join the Autobots without EXTREME provocation, more than he thought his leader capable of dishing out, but he wouldn't hesitate to go neutral if he had a place to go. "I better get back to my quarters before Rumble and Ravage come around for room check."
Skywarp nodded as his brother left and strode back over to his own rooms.
Starscream nodded as Ratchet retired for the night a few hours later, they had conversed for a good while, though the medic had done most of the talking. He then decided to take a stroll around the base. As he passed Fastblade's quarters he heard music. He hadn't listened to much fleshling music, and had no real desire to, but when he heard the lyrics, he was transfixed.
#When the day is long and the night, the night is yours alone, when you're sure you've had enough of this life, well hang on. Don't let yourself go, everybody cries and everybody hurts sometimes.#
It was as if the singer had seen right into his soul. The feeling was both comforting and frightening at the same time and he stood there outside the door with the fluid that was analogous to one of his kind to tears begin dripping down the chiseled face. A strangled sob escaped the seeker after those first tears fell, one he couldn't hold back no matter how he tried.
#Sometimes everything is wrong. Now it's time to sing along. When your day is night alone, (hold on, hold on) if you feel like letting go, (hold on) when you think you've had too much of this life, well hang on.#
Fastblade heard the sobs and strode out of her room, she was half in and half out of recharge when she rubbed her optics and saw Starscream standing there weeping almost as if he didn't realize he was. "Come on, let's get you back out to Ratchet. ." She led him gently back by his elbow.
OH, SHUT UP. WHAT SEEKER WANTS TO LIVE HIS LIFE OUT OF THE SKY? the angry, bitter part of him spat back. I KNOW I SURE AS PRIMUS DON'T.
THINK ABOUT WHAT YOU'RE DOING, that logical voice spoke again. THERE ARE DECENT PEOPLE HERE, GOOD PEOPLE WHO HAVE TAKEN YOU IN WHEN YOU HAD NO WHERE ELSE TO GO. a touch of smugness entered that niggling part of himself. BESIDES, WHAT DECEPTICON WANTS TO SHOW THE WEAKNESS THAT SUICIDE WOULD IMPLY?
WHY MUST YOU ALWAYS BE RIGHT? After that breif internal conflict he got up and walked slowly back inside where Ratchet awaited him. He and Fastblade had been debating about how long it would take for Starscream to figure out that trying to slag his way through the situation was the only choice he really had. "Come on in. ..I'll get you a few cubes of energon and you can stay with me until Prime gets your room situation straightened out. You could use MORE than a few by the look of you. "
Starscream let a wry grin quirk up the corner of one side of his mouth. "And who said I was staying here long enough to need a room?"
Ratchet shook his head, a grin of his own working its way to the surface. "Unless you'd rather go back to Megatron and get fragged?" He almost laughed as he saw the Seeker's optics widen a shade. "Didn't think so. I guess you still have some survival instinct in you yet."
Starscream strode back in behind Ratchet, who motioned him to take a seat in his living room when they reached the medic's quarters. The white mech screambled around in his storage closet for a few moments before bringing out a cask. When he opened the cask at least forty cubes could be seen inside. "Grab a cube, or three or five. I have plenty more, and all of it is fairly high-grade."
Back at Decepticon HQ the other two seekers were holed up in Skywarp's quarters. The purple and black jet warrior dug into his own personal energon stash, tossing a cube to Thundercracker. "I don't get it, TC, I really don't. " He stopped and took a deep swig off the cube in his hand and then peered over at his blue brother."How was this time any different from any of the times 'Screamer got himself into slag with Megatron? Yet he didn't exile him any of those times."
Thundercracker shook his head. "I don't either, 'Warp, but with our leader, who knows what set him off? Maybe he'll change his mind like he did last time."
"Maybe, . You know how 'Screamer is about being able to trust his own. though . and Dirge looked THRILLED to be sent to chase him out of HQ." Skywarp finished off his first cube and grabbed another. "Sometimes I wonder why I stay around. Megattron seems to get more and more unstable with each passing day."
Thundercracker had to admit Skywarp was right. He himself wondered why he stayed under Megatron. He would never join the Autobots without EXTREME provocation, more than he thought his leader capable of dishing out, but he wouldn't hesitate to go neutral if he had a place to go. "I better get back to my quarters before Rumble and Ravage come around for room check."
Skywarp nodded as his brother left and strode back over to his own rooms.
Starscream nodded as Ratchet retired for the night a few hours later, they had conversed for a good while, though the medic had done most of the talking. He then decided to take a stroll around the base. As he passed Fastblade's quarters he heard music. He hadn't listened to much fleshling music, and had no real desire to, but when he heard the lyrics, he was transfixed.
#When the day is long and the night, the night is yours alone, when you're sure you've had enough of this life, well hang on. Don't let yourself go, everybody cries and everybody hurts sometimes.#
It was as if the singer had seen right into his soul. The feeling was both comforting and frightening at the same time and he stood there outside the door with the fluid that was analogous to one of his kind to tears begin dripping down the chiseled face. A strangled sob escaped the seeker after those first tears fell, one he couldn't hold back no matter how he tried.
#Sometimes everything is wrong. Now it's time to sing along. When your day is night alone, (hold on, hold on) if you feel like letting go, (hold on) when you think you've had too much of this life, well hang on.#
Fastblade heard the sobs and strode out of her room, she was half in and half out of recharge when she rubbed her optics and saw Starscream standing there weeping almost as if he didn't realize he was. "Come on, let's get you back out to Ratchet. ." She led him gently back by his elbow.
