Starscream's P.O.V
Curled up on the window sill, I couldn't bring myself to look back, shakily gripping onto my wing as I fiddled with the stitching. I didn't feel safe in here without Skylar; knowing the Autobots were nearby and probably restraining themselves not to pull me apart completely. How was I supposed to know Darcy would show up again? He was probably looking for me, to take me back to Shelly, but… I don't want to go back…
Sure, I miss TC so much, but, Skylar… She's so lovely, so much more caring than Shelly could ever be; even if she is mad at me now. I shook off my thoughts, scowling as I did. This isn't me; I'm a Decepticon! I'm not supposed to be acting this way!
"… So much for that…" I muttered aloud, burying my head in my arms. I didn't even look up at the footsteps that stopped beside me; a hesitant tone in the shuttle's voice as he spoke.
"Starscream…" he said softly. "You… Y-You don't have to keep blaming yourself… I-I know, it wasn't your fault…"
"Don't try and talk to him, Skyfire," Blaster hissed; his sour tone making me growl in anger. "He'll only back-stab you too."
I went to yell something back at him but Skyfire stopped me, shaking his head as his blue optics met mine; looking hurt and concerned. He was probably mad at me on the inside for hurting his friend, but he didn't look that way now…
"Don't listen to him, Star… I'm not going to believe any of it, and you shouldn't either."
"I'm not…" I said dryly, glancing back out the window. "It's hard not to… especially when I want to rip out his tape-drive and see how he feels!"
"Starscream," Skyfire said again, putting his servos on my shoulders. When he remained quiet, I knew he had nothing more to say, but instead of saying something back, I got up and gently elbowed him aside, jumping from the desk and walking over to the door; ignoring the growls Sparkplug was shooting my way.
"Oh, shut up, you stupid dog…" I muttered, turning and heading out the door before he could react. I quietly walked along the hallway, listening out ahead of me at Skylar's voice; who was cautiously reassuring Perceptor as she repaired him. I stopped; I couldn't ask her to fix me… Not now…
Instead, I peered out of the hallway and looked around the larger room, ducking back when an elder human walked past into another room. Maybe she could help me…
Skittering across the floor after her, I ducked behind a table-leg and watched as she entered a room that looked much like a kitchen. Shelly had brought me in there a couple of times back home…
She was pretty and looked a little like Skylar with her green eyes and blonde hair. She was a bit taller than Skylar too.
Help me please… I pleaded in my mind as I took a step out from behind the table, clutching my wing close. I knew this was risky, and I could end up in permanent plushie-mode, but Skylar probably wasn't willing to help, so when the other human was looking away, I crawled forward and sat in the most obvious spot ever, hoping she'd see me. I didn't care; I need help and I don't know if I can stand the pain.
"H… H-Help me…" I called softly, wincing when I'd called out. Decepticons never ask for help…
A soft gasp caused me to look up again, and the older woman was looking back at me with wide eyes. She stepped back as I got up and held my wing out to her. "H-Help… p-please…"
"You… Y-You're alive?" she said softly, not sure how to react to me. Realising what I'd done, I put my wing down in front of me and looked myself over; still moving and functioning, weird…
"Sky never told me s-she got another one…"
I looked up at the human once more. She seemed more afraid of me than I was of her…
"I… She didn't, buy me," I explained cautiously, holding up my servos as she took another step back. "W-Wait, wait, wait! I, don't mean, any harm…"
… Remind me to wash my mouth out with soap after this… I wonder if humans actually do that… What does soap taste like?
I hadn't even realised she'd picked me up until I found I was staring back into her bright, green eyes; identical to Skylar's, it seems…
"So… which one are you?" she asked.
"Starscream; Air Commander of the Decepticons," I replied proudly, forgetting the fact that I was actually talking to another human. "And… can I, know why you look like Skylar, but, you aren't her…?"
"I'm her mother, dear," she said calmly with a faint smile, placing me on what I assumed was the kitchen-bench. "Call me Carly if you will. But, enough with introductions… Um, how exactly are you, alive?"
"Well… We, um…" I started, stopping myself as I sat in thought. That was a good question… "I, don't actually know. We just, are, I guess."
Carly gave me a look of concern before gasping again in fright. I seemingly wanted to roll my optics; what now?
"Oh, how awful of me! I just realised your wing's ripped off and haven't done anything about it! Aren't you in pain!?" she inquired, worrying for me. Aww…
"It, went away a little while ago…" I replied softly, not wanting her to worry; that made me think weak of myself. "W-Whoa, hey!"
She'd picked me up again and started walking towards what the Autobots called the 'needle room', pushing open the door with a small scowl.
"Skylar, I thought I told you to be careful with them," she scowled as she looked over her daughter. Skylar didn't seem to pay us much mind.
"I am…" she replied softly, staying focused on fixing Perceptor. "Besides, you've told me like, fifteen million times."
"I'm reminding you again because after that incident with Jazz you told me you were going to be more careful," Carly went on, gently rubbing my helm as she spoke. Ooh, that actually feels nice… "And then I find Starscream out in the lounge with a wing missing! Do I have to cut back on your allowance?"
"No," Skylar whined, spinning around to face us. I could tell as soon as she met my optics her expression went from sad to surprised. "W-Wait… you know he's alive… right?"
"Of course I do. And I'll bet that one behind you is alive too."
They both said nothing as Perceptor cautiously sat up. He looked like he'd never met up with Darcy to me; can we go back to Skylar's room now?
Skylar then went on to explain something to Carly, after her mother had put me down beside the scientist. He didn't seem to react, but gave me a sideways glance as if expecting something.
"So… No hard feelings about before?" I asked quietly. Perceptor then did something I didn't expect; his servo gentle as he rubbed my arm.
"No Starscream. But, now I know why you don't want to go back to your old owner…"
Aww, Percy forgives Stars! -hugs- Cuties x3
Stars' P.O.V was a little hard to write, I'll admit… I can't do moody Decepticons… Or 'Deceptiplushies' in this case… -giggles-
Anyway; next chapter will probs be better I guess. Still the same day; no day-change yet.
Oh, and if you hadn't figured it out yet; yes, Skylar, Nikki and Acia are on school holidays. I'll probably write something else later when they go back to school… yeah…
Next chapter!