So... this is really something that only pretends to have a plot, which was born from a crazy dream that I had. And yes, it IS crack, even if it doesn't look like it just yet. Just you wait... .:laughs evilly:. It is the result of an RP between Flareblade2000 and myself on deviantART, so if you like it, you have her to thank for half of it. Jetstream is her OC, by the way, so no stealing. And nothing but the pure insanity that makes up the nucleus of this story belongs to me anyway, if you hadn't figured that out already. .:rolls eyes:.
Also, just to let everyone know, the next chapter WILL contain smut, and it WILL be slashy. You'll have to wait to find out the pairing. .:evil laugh:. .:bricked:. The smut was written by Crooked, because I just cannot write smut. :U If you enjoy slashy TF smut, be sure to check her out, she has some good stuffs.
Anyway, enough of my blabbing!
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It was quiet in the Nemesis. Deathly quiet, Starscream decided, as he stole along a dark corridor. Everyone was in recharge except him, which was exactly the way he liked it. No Constructicons to taunt him, no battles to be fought (and most likely lost), no Megatron looming unpleasantly over him ready to deal out a harsh beating for some failure, real or imagined. The Nemesis was almost tolerable at this time of night, Starscream reflected, even though the darkness and enclosed spaces made him claustrophobic.
But he knew it would not remain tolerable for long, which was why Starscream was walking down this particular corridor. It led to the conning tower- and freedom.
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Jetstream let out a low sigh as she glided over the moonlit ocean. Tonight was one of the times she'd fly practically all night to try to sort out her thoughts, but would return in the morning, tired, even more irritable than usual, and still nowhere near sorting out her thoughts.
Suddenly, what could only be the conning tower of a ship burst out of the ocean in front of her, forcing her to swerve to avoid crashing into it.
"That has to belong to the Nemesis," Jetstream growled to herself as she pulled up away from the ocean. Just before she hit the cloud cover, the whine of jet engines caused her to pivot in midair. She knew it had to be one of the Seekers, and the shine of moonlight off a white paint job confirmed the jet to be Starscream.
A small smile flickered across her face underneath her mask as she dove to meet the jet. Good, a 'Con who won't try to shoot me on sight.
Jetstream leveled out of her dive and pulled up to meet the Seeker. "Hello, Starscream."
Starscream suppressed a groan as he flew out of the tower and saw another shape flying overhead. There was only one person it could be- Jetstream.
He steadfastly ignored her as she swooped down to fly alongside him. Maybe she would just go away if he didn't talk to her.
"Hello, Starscream."
Damn.
"What do you want?" he said irritably. Even now, after vorns of war, he still considered Jetstream to be something close to a friend, but that didn't mean he had to be nice to her, especially at the moment. Where he was going, he simply couldn't have anyone following him, least of all Jetstream, and if it meant she would go somewhere else and quit talking to him, then it was worth pissing her off.
Besides, he had an excuse for being moody.
"Nothing," Jetstream replied. 'What's with him this time?' she mused to herself. The only notable reaction to she gave to the irritated Seeker was that she pulled away from him slightly, to give him some space, and to give herself some maneuvering room if he decided to fire upon her.
"Besides, last time I checked, it isn't a crime to just chat with an old friend."
Starscream would have scowled if he weren't in his alt mode.
"I suppose not," he snipped. "What are you doing out here, anyway? It's late."
If Jetstream's face mask had been down, Starscream would've seen her jaw clench spasmodically as she recalled the events that made her fly away from the Ark.
The only response the Seeker got from her was a single name.
"Sunstreaker," Jetstream spat venomously.
Starscream couldn't help but snicker. He could guess exactly how the infernal yellow mech had pissed her off.
"Jet judo practice?" he said. "Or was he complaining about some nonexistent flaw in his paint job?" He'd heard enough battlefield banter from Sunstreaker (most of it while the Autobot was tackling him out of the air) to know that he was very finicky about his appearance.
One of her optics twitched slightly as she replied.
"The slag-head tried to use me for jet judo practice, and I punched him in the face. I think I might've busted one of his optics... I didn't hang around long enough to find out," she replied, a faint note of pride creeping into her voice as she spoke of the punch and its aftermath.
Starscream nearly laughed out loud. She certainly didn't frag around when it came to expressing herself.
"They're going to have your aft for that once you get back, you know," he said, silently congratulating her for her 'success.' "Or are you even going back this time?" Jetstream seemed to join and leave the Autobots constantly, and he could never remember what she was fighting for on any given day. He made a mental note to keep better track of her shifting allegiance in the future.
Jetstream deflated slightly, and was silent for a minute before answering.
"I'm only making one last run back to the Ark to pick up what's left of my stuff and PATCH," she replied quitetly. "I've actually had a small private base of my own set up for a couple of months now. If it weren't for Prowl, Jazz, Swoop, and Foxtrot, I would've left ages ago," she finished, a small, bitter laugh following shortly afterwards.
"I guess I've just been waiting for an excuse to leave…"
Starscream was silent for a short time. The only sound came from his turbines and the whipping of the wind over their wings.
"So have I," he said finally.
The duo flew in silence for a few minutes, the only sounds piercing the night were the whine of Starscream's turbines and the drone of Jetstream's wings.
That is, until Jetstream's internal comm crackled to life, and an obnoxiously cheery voice trilled over the transmission. Needless to say, the contact was sudden enough to make Jetstream yelp in surprise.
Oooh Jetstream!
'Damnit Foxtrot!' she growled to herself. The kitsune Transformer had a knack for catching Jetstream at the most unexpected, and often inconvenient times.
What do you want Foxtrot? she responded, her irritation carrying clearly over the comm link.
Well, that's no way to greet somebody who's doing you a huge-aft favor! Foxtrot shot back, the cheery note in her voice taking on a miffed tone.
Just get to the point, Jetstream groaned.
hmph I'm about a mile north of the Ark with PATCH and your stuff, she replied. Mr. Sunshine and Red Alert were raising Pit over here when you left, and it was a pain in the aft to get all of your stuff together and out of the Ark without running into your boyfriend.
Prowl is not my boyfriend! Jetstream snapped.
Whatever Jet. Just remember: river in Egypt. River in Egypt.
The only response Foxtrot got was a low, aggravated growl.
Foxtrot...
Okay. Okay! she yelped in response. Could you please get back here quickly though? They're probably going to start looking for me soon if they haven't started already.
Jetstream sighed, trying to regain some of her composure. I'll be there as soon as I can. Jetstream out. And thank you Foxtrot.
No problem! she chirped happily in reply. Foxtrot out
The comm link cut off, once again leaving Jetstream with her thoughts and the Seeker.
"Had a call?" Starscream inquired. He was sure her internal comm link had just been in use, judging by the somewhat vague expressions that had crossed her face and her lack of conversation. Hopefully whoever it was had given her a reason to leave him alone. He really needed to do this alone.
Jetstream nodded in reply.
"It was Foxtrot," she answered. "I've got to go now Starscream. I have to pick up the last of my things and move into my own base." She paused briefly, as if toying with an idea.
"Y'know, if you ever need a place to lay low for a while, you can always comm me, and I'll be willing to let you stay at my base for a bit..." Jetstream said, tentatively presenting the idea she had just been debating.
"Hn," Starscream said noncommittally. "Thanks for the offer, but I'll hopefully have my own place to stay soon. Good luck with... whatever you're going to be doing now." He dipped one wing in a salute.
Jetstream returned the salute with a dip of her own wings. She hadn't expected Starscream to take her up on the offer, but it hadn't hurt to just throw the idea out there.
"Thank you Starscream," she said. "And I'll see you later." At this, she pulled away from the Seeker and shot up towards the sky, vanishing into a patch of clouds.
"You're welcome," Starscream said to nobody in particular, as he turned to the east and fired his afterburners. Soon there was no trace that he had ever been there, only the wind and waves.