Starscream, having regrettably lost sight of Breaker, halted from his run and observed his surroundings. The surprisingly tall trees (he had expected everything on this planet to be small) were able to provide some shade from the bright star that the Milky Way galaxy revolved around. The forest emitted a sweet aroma of gentleness and serenity to not only its inhabitants but to guests as well.
I don't care if you're a femme Breaker! he thought, clenching his dark-metallic hands. I just want to know if you were the one singing that beautiful song, and why you're keeping this from me . . . did something else happen to her when she was a Decepticon that I don't know about? The seeker pondered this further, considering that he himself didn't exactly tell her something important about him: that when he had left the Decepticons wasn't the first time Megatron had beaten him.
After his short break and thought, the seeker continued to search the wood for the only person he considered a "friend". Deeper in, Starscream got a glimpse of blue coming from a small clearing. Could it be her! he wondered, his spark aching with worry and anticipation. Starscream burst into a full run towards the blue and went around a large tree to find . . .
Deeper in the woods . . .
Midi stopped running to catch her breath, deciding to take a seat and rest her back against one of the larger trees in the forest. She withdrew her swords and gazed sternly at her reflection. What am I doing here? Running away like a coward . . . he seems to trust me, so why can't I give him that? She sighed heavily, feeling her throat choke up and optics grow moist with possible future tears. Hearing the cry of a hawk, Midi stood up, rested her swords against the tree, and gazed longingly at the bird. She admired how it feared nothing, even with her so near.
A heavy step was laid behind her, startling her immensely. She stiffened and didn't move her optics away from the hawk, fearing it could be a Decepticon wanting to harm her OR the bird. Yet when a Transformer's arms wrapped around her, she relaxed and watched the beautiful bird flap aimlessly above, and soar away. I'm ready to explain Starscream . . . she thought, resting her golden-yellow optics.
"Admiring the scenery?" the arrival asked, his voice dripping with sinful lust. Midi's optics burst wide open as he discovered the guest wasn't Starscream. She dared to turn and see his face again and lost her breath as her nightmares shifted into reality. "I told you before: you're mine."
After that, Midi only saw a familiar darkness.