After a full day of tickle-fights and explaining to the Autobots why two ex-Decepticons were giggling like the human children next to them, Starscream and Breaker decided to relax in Breaker's room. Starscream would be stuck sharing the room with Breaker due to the lack of living space from all of the new additions. The automatic door slid open and closed with the entering of the two exhausted Transformers, each finding a comfortable seat on Breaker's recharge bed and leaning their backs against the opposing wall.
Starscream leaned his head back against the wall, recollecting the more-than-interesting day in his mind. He turned his attention to Breaker, who was sitting next to him and doing the same, except his optics were off-line (aka - eyes were closed). The seeker's facial features softened as he reminded himself that he was no longer the only person in the universe who had any how he had felt; the pain, the seclusion, and mainly the loneliness.
But that was over now. Now he had someone to talk to, someone who saw him as a person and not just a soldier. A smile crept onto Starscream's face as he was reminded of having a "friend". Thank you Breaker . . . he thought, turning his face towards the ceiling and shutting off his optics to help relax his mind. His mind suddenly fell upon the moment when he heard the femme singing (what Starscream thought as) a beautiful, relaxing song. A smile crept onto the seeker's face when reminded of such a soothing melody, but couldn't help but befall curiosity as Starscream wondered who the composer of the tune was. Having a strong idea, he waited until enough time passed to ask.
"Breaker?" Starscream finally piped up. The asked Transformer gave a slight sigh of relaxation to let the seeker know he was paying attention. "Something weird happened when I was asleep my first night at this base." Interested, Breaker slightly activated her optics to be a sliver open, and leaned her head to one side to face the seeker and help pay further attention to the attractive story that she felt he would burst into any moment. "I heard someone . . . well, singing."
Breaker's optics burst open, as wide as possible at this information given to her. OH NO! she thought He must've been conscious enough to have heard me singing! Did he see me with my helmet and mask off! Does he know I'm a femme? However, there was something wrong with this picture that not only she, but Starscream noticed. Her mind was nervous and just plain "freaking out", yet her emotions, as the two noticed, showed she was glad he knew. She viewed the seeker with new optics as she suddenly saw his hard features turn soft, his face, mainly lips, growing ever more kissable . . .
"I'm pretty sure who it was," he said softly to himself, staring at the ceiling and not caring if she wasn't, but hoping that Breaker was still paying attention (which she definitely was). Breaker sighed in her mind, relieved over how Starscream didn't know exactly who it was, but also feeling slightly bad over keeping something from her new roommate. Midi finally noticed she was leaning closer to the seeker, yet did nothing to yield herself. "But she sounded beautiful." Unfortunately, Starscream didn't notice Breaker's face turn a deep shade of crimson (the same crimson as Starscream's armor, mind you).
"The song was too stunning and too amazingly written to have been done by a guy," Starscream sighed, turning down his optics so they were only a sliver open, but still open enough to gather what was going on around him. The seeker turned his head towards Breaker and looked him (her) straight in the face, optics still dim. "I'd give anything to meet that person . . ."
That broke her. Midi couldn't take keeping such an important secret from him, but was so scared to trust another guy. Sideswipe was too young to even know what the term "taking advantage of" meant, and Alexis was a human femme who couldn't tell a soul! "Starscream . . ." she whispered, feeling tears swell under her optics. The mentioned seeker began leaning closer to her. Breaker's gotta be her he thought, his hand slowly moving dangerously close to her mask, as if he was trying to remove it . . .
"NO!" Midi cried, jumping up from the recharge bed and swatting Starscream's hand away. Starscream, dumbstruck at the painful cry of refusal that Breaker had burst out, could only stare as she ran out of the room. The seeker felt something warm slide down his face, and confused, brushed the top of his hand against the liquid. Starscream's optics burst wide as he discovered just how important Breaker was to him, staring at the tears which had been moved to his hand and feeling the rest falling down the once hard features of his face. Starscream watched what appeared to be the same sorrowful liquid fall to the ground from Breaker's face, the face of the only person who had ever trusted him . . .
Midi took the quickest route to get out of the base and to avoid the most people, and ran with it, not daring to look back. You IDIOT! she screamed to herself, feeling the warm tears slide down her face, he's just going to end up using you, just like Solar was used by the Autobot! WHY can't I accept that! WHY CAN'T I STOP CARING SO MUCH ABOUT HIM!
Midi's path took her outside of the base and, once reaching her destination, transformed into her jet-mode and flew as fast as possible to the one place on the small blue-and-green planet that took away her thoughts: the canyon side while the sun began to set.
Once reaching her destination, she clumsily touched down when changing from jet to Transformer. Midi furiously rubbed at her optics, begging herself to stop the tears. She tried desperately to gain control of herself from her overwhelming regret; punching the stone ground beneath her, yelling at the top of her "lungs", and even sobbing didn't ease her distress. After striking the poor ground until her hand began hurting, she paused long enough to overhear a feud occurring a short distance from her current position. It sounded a bit like Hot Shot and Starscream . . .
Starscream? she sighed, he must've followed me. Breaker drew both of her short-swords from the armor protruding from the sides of her legs, anticipating a fight to occur (hello, it's Hot Shot and Starscream, duh!) and ran double-time to where the shouts appeared to be coming from. I'm pretty sure it's about time I confirm Starscream's theory . . .
A short distance away, Midi discovered an irritated and angered Starscream feuding with a furious and vengeful Hot Shot. Figures Midi thought, Hot Shot still sees Starscream as the cause of Smokescreen's injuries. Noticing how enraged the young yellow Autobot was, Midi couldn't help but shudder. "Wow, I never thought I'd ever see Hot Shot this mad!" she said to herself, not knowing that someone else had appeared next to her!
"Me neither, and I've known him for a pretty long time," said the easy-going voice behind her. Midi, half jumping out of her armor from surprise, quickly turned around to see who had put in his two-bits, her hands still clutching her short-swords. Her grip relaxed, however, after seeing the completely remodeled Transformer before her. "Smokescreen?" she asked, awestruck at the new form of the once orange-and-blue Transformer. Smokescreen's armor was now white with small amounts of blue and red everywhere, along with a new hoist-arm addition to his right shoulder.
Meanwhile, in the battle . . .
Hotshot, hate and revenge clouding his optics, charged at the cause of his friend's injuries: Starscream, Megatron's second-in-command. So what if he was now an Autobot? He'd always be a Decepticon to him!
Starscream, watching the yellow Transformer dashing straight towards him, obviously prepared to punch him, refused to draw his sword. "I'm not here to fight you, but if you get in the way from finding Breaker, I'll teach you a lesson!" the seeker cried, launching into the same style strike as Hot Shot.
The two Transformers collided, each punching the other square in the cheek. Growling, they both jumped back, preparing for another attack (Hot Shot) / defense (Starscream).
Back to Breaker and Smokescreen . . .
Overhearing the declaration that Starscream was searching for her, Breaker felt her face growing hot with crimson flush. The now worried Smokescreen stood ready to jump into the heated struggle between his and Breaker's close comrades. "Breaker," stated the remodeled Transformer in a serious tone, "we're the only ones who can break those two apart; I'll take care of your Starscream if you hold back Hot Shot. Sound good?"
Breaker nodded with agreement, then quickly added with a crimson face, "Just what do you mean by MY Starscream!" However, Smokescreen was making his way down the cliff and snickering too loudly to bother answering her. However, this did not hinder him from crying out a shout of opposition once seeing Hot Shot Power-link with Jolt to bring out his giant cannon to blast a wounded Starscream!
Breaker also saw this, and was overblown with a surge of emotion; mainly fear, but not for herself. This fear was for the seeker who was about to get blasted! Before she fully had a grasp on what she was doing, Midi had transformed to her jet mode, dropped behind the yellow Autobot, and pulled Jolt off of him! Drawing her twin swords, she held Hot Shot in a back-lock, the edges of her blades tickling the young Transformer's neck. "It's about time you cooled off Hot Shot," Midi began, her grip on him tightening to prevent him from struggling more.
"Get off of me!" he growled, tears now flowing from his optics over how everyone was preventing him from avenging his friend! Smokescreen, who had been his room mate at the Autobot Academy, where they both trained hard to be the best warriors there; Smokescreen, who was shot through the chest with the strongest portable weapon in the universe: the Requiem Blaster!
Starscream stood in awe at how much emotion the young Autobot was displaying at that moment, and the others still considered him an amazing fighter! Hot Shot's optics were pouring tears, and Starscream knew that none of the Transformers back at the base would ever think ill of him! The seeker was debating if he should open up to Breaker about his feelings for her, when someone gripped his right shoulder. Starscream turned and looked at a Transformer whom he had never seen before; or thought he hadn't. The Transformer was looking at the weeping yellow Autobot with remorse, which made the seeker think. Could this be Smokescreen! He DID get beat up pretty bad . . . maybe he needed all new armor . . .
Breaker knelt down to Hot Shot's level and helped the young Autobot up to his feet, his tears subsiding slightly. "Hot Shot, there's nothing wrong with wanting to avenge your friend, but last time I checked you could only do that if your friend was dead," Breaker said quietly, turning the yellow Autobot's face towards hers. "Which, I assure you, he's not." Breaker looked behind him, as Hot Shot turned around to see his best friend, completely re-done, but alive and well!
"S-Smokescreen?" Hot Shot whispered, his friend nodding with a beaming grin. The yellow Autobot beamed a wide smile back as he ran and hugged his best friend, thankful that he was alive. "Now I know how Sideswipe feels whenever he tackles me!" Hot Shot laughed, the improved Smokescreen joining him.
Starscream, having lost track of his attention, quickly turned around to see Breaker's back walking towards the forest. With worried determination painted on his face, Starscream jogged towards the same destination. I trust you Breaker, he thought, so why don't you trust me?
A motorcycle sped dangerously fast along the abandoned road near the Autobot base. The purple cycle slid to a halt as the driver watched a blue Transformer run into the forest nearby with a red one following after. The bicker smirked behind his helmet, recalling the brief yet sweet moment the blue Transformer and he had shared years ago. The cyclist roared down the road towards the forest, thinking only one thing: This time, nothing's going to stop me from making you mine . . .