Sideways blasted furiously at Starscream, his arm cannons set to "obliterate". He didn't care that Starscream had his property behind him; the purple mech just knew that if he couldn't have her, no one would. The seeker shielded the blasts with his long blade, keeping the blasts from harming Breaker. A minority of the barrage singed Starscream, making him cringe and growl. Yet, when three stray blasts got past Starscream's defenses, cut straight through Breaker's armor like a hot knife through butter, and seared deep into her synthetic skin, the created injuries in her left shoulder, her right upper-hip and inner left thigh, were just too much pain for her body to handle. A feminine cry of pain rang through the two fighters' hearing.
Sideways ceased-fire, now knowing and furious that his property was getting damaged. Starscream quickly turned around, about to ask Breaker if she was alright, but looked down into offline optics. Warm energon was flowing threateningly from her wounds. Oh no . . . the seeker's mind whispered, fear echoing through his conscious, his spark feeling crushed by a cold hand of guilt.
After a teaspoon of seconds, the purple cyclist decided that the seeker was too close to his possession and, with fury now clouding his optics and rationality, Sideways lunged himself at Starscream, grounding a hard punch on the seeker's lower-left jaw.
Starscream dropped to the ground with a groan, only to knock Sideways off his feet and fall to his back. The red seeker shot up and loomed over the purple mech, powering a punch devastatingly harder than the one Sideways gave him before, causing the cyclist to give a slight yelp of pain. Starscream, enraged beyond belief, grabbed the wine-colored mech's arms and, summoning a dangerous amount of strength, snapped off Sideways' arm cannons like toothpicks! The crimson jet grasped the cyclist and stood him up, the cyclists feet gangling meters (human standards inches) above ground, only to knock him square in the torso with the flat of his blade. Sideways was forced back a good 50 yards before collapsing backwards, the wind (if he had lungs) knocked out of him.
Sideways, his body now engulfed in pain, rolled from his back to his stomach, lifting his torso slightly up with propping his elbows, and looked into a pair of furious orange-yellow optics. Starscream, the keeper of which, loomed over Sideways, and growled warningly, "I highly suggest that you never enter Breaker's or my life again; understood?" Sideways, knowing that he was being let off extremely easy, growled and nodded and quickly teleported back to the Decepticon Base.
As soon as Sideways had teleported, Starscream ran frantically to Breaker's side, worried that the three blasts that he was unable to block did more damage to her than he ever wanted to. "Breaker?!! Breaker, can you hear me?!? Please answer me!!!" he cried, getting no response from the unconscious blue Transformer. His body went cold, fear and guilt pulsating through his circuitry. "No, this is all my fault . . ." he told himself, his voice cracking from threatening sobs; panic desperately trying to take over his rationality.
Not knowing anything else to do, he quickly freed Breaker from her binds, her arms falling limply to the ground. Seeing her two twin-swords and mask on the ground, Starscream also them to their rightful places. It wasn't until that moment that he fully saw the extent of Sideways' missed shots. Energon, the Transformer synonym for blood, was flowing a dangerously steady stream from the three wounds on Breaker's body. Fear and sorrow plastered itself onto the seeker's face, now knowing that he had no other choice than to take her to the Autobot medic. But what if he doesn't know already? he thought dreadfully. What if the medic tells Prime and has her sent back to Cybertron?!!
He carefully picked the blue seeker up, wary of the femme's injuries. Even to his best efforts, he still received a moan of pain from her. Looks like neither of us have a choice . . . Starscream thought woefully.
"It's gonna be okay; I'm gonna take care of you, like you did me." Starscream whispered reassuringly, rushing back to the Autobot base. And there's no way that I'm gonna let them send you back.
Starscream waited anxiously while waiting for Breaker's medical report from Red Alert. He sat on the floor, leaning his back against the wall, holding his head in his hands. Red Alert had told the seeker to wait for medical attention as well, but Starscream didn't care about his wounds. They weren't nearly as bad as Breaker's. Breaker, I really didn't have a choice he thought. He felt a familiar hand of guilt clutch his spark and cause tears to form under his optics. I just didn't want you to leave me . . .
At that moment, five human children entered the waiting room, all looking very worried and fearful. Starscream noticed that the femme of the group appeared to be most worried. She appeared to have been crying, since she constantly rubbed her eyes in the attempt to try to hide it from the other humans. Four Transformers followed them into the waiting room, all troubled as well. Sideswipe, Blurr, Hot Shot and Smokescreen walked in and looked down at the red seeker, who was looking right back at them.
Tension was building into the room, and everyone, even the children, noticed it. Blurr, the normally quiet one, stepped forward to Starscream and bluntly questioned him with "What happened?" Blurr knew about Midi. She had given Sideswipe permission to tell him, considering the fact that Blurr barely talked as is.
Smokescreen and Hot Shot, as well as Rad, Carlos, Billy and Fred, however, didn't know about Breaker's "feminism". Starscream had a notion that someone other than himself knew about Breaker being a femme; the only difficult part was . . . who knew?