Jun: Choi everybody~! Oh my gosh, I want to thank everyone for all their review, favs, and alerts! I didn't think I would get so many on just the first chapter!

Warning: slash, semi language

Pairings: eventual Starscream/Harry

Disclaimer: I don't own anything but Ulti.

This story is one of Silver Melody217 challenges:

Harry was tired of Britain, specifically the nosy Wizarding World. Wanting to live in peace after the War, Harry decided to move out to America. Month's later, bored with the lack of thrill in his life, he decided to sign up in the Air Force.

-Afterwards, he got assigned to the disguised Starscream

Starscream cursed the puny things called humans for the millionth time. He had lost count how long he had been stuck here in this pitiful place in his alt form.

What he did know was that he was at a human government army base where they flew other machines that were similar to his alt form. Which is probably why they think he's one.

Stupid little squishies. Couldn't even tell the difference between an honorable seeker like himself and a lifeless hunk of metal.

The pitiful excuses for pilots they had couldn't fly even if their little squishy life depended on it. They had no sense of style what-so-ever.

They always had a putrid aroma about them that the world wide Internet says is called 'Body Oder' or 'B.O'. Since the humans just had to be inside his cabin to fly him, his entire interior cabin reeked. And they wonder why he doesn't like them.

What was he supposed to do besides kick them out?

He'd taken to ejecting the squishies from his cabin on middle of flights. Flashing warning signs just to terrify the squishies. Doing aerial spins and flips that made the squishies scream in horror. Oh they hadn't seen horror yet.

He couldn't wait until the Decepticons finally get here so destroy these pitiful little humans. Yeah he knew that Megaton was here. He was just waiting for him to wake the fraggin pits up and de-thaw his frozen aft so that they could go to war with the Autobots. Then Megaton would do something stupid to get himself killed and Starscream would become the decepticon leader. Even if Megatron did survive he'd have the chance to skin some Autobot hide. Either way it was a win.

All he would have to do was wait.

And wait..

And wait...

...

Slaggit! He was a seeker not a human saint!

Starscream watched as one of the human soldiers showed a new squishy around. The new human looked rather tiny compared to the guide showing him around. The new squishy had black colored hair and shining green eyes.

The squishy looked like an earthling female from his size, but Starscream's scans show that it is indeed a male. A very small male. But while Starscream inspected more he realized that it was actually the shape of a flyer. Small and lithe. This intrigued him. Most of the soldiers here were big and bulky.

The little squishy had a bag slung over his shoulder and seemed to be listening to whatever the squishy that was showing him around was saying. Starscream listened in when they walked over to his alt form.

"Well Harry welcome officially to CAC or Central Air Command. All other jets are taken so unfortunately, you get old' Hellraiser here." The soldier said patting the side of Starscream's alt form making him want to rip the squeshy's arm off.

The new squishy blinked. "What do you mean unfortunately?"

The human soldier laughed nervously. "There's a reason we named this one Hellraiser. There's like this curse on the jet so that no matter what, no pilot is fly it. Something always happens to them. The last pilot that got paired with Hellraiser ended up in the middle of the ocean. We have no idea how the jet got back to the base. It just-showed up here. So anyway, best of luck and hope to see how your test flight goes." Hope you make it back in one piece is really what he meant.

The new squishy, now dubbed as Harry, gave the soldier a look. "Thank you so much for the encouragement. I feel the love already." Harry said sarcastically.

Starscream mentally snorted. At lest this squishy had some back bone.

Later:

After the test flight with the little squishy, Starscream had to admit he was a little impressed. This squishy called Harry knew how to fly. Unlike the other squishies. The human could do barrels and turns that would make any other human wet themselves. His flying reminded him that of a seekers. Very unique. This squishy intrigued him. Maybe he'll keep this one. Just for the entertainment.

Harry shifted his bag over his shoulder and looked around the base. At least it was something new. It turned out that he would be getting is own bunk at the base and he would be staying there if he had work to do over night or if on Epps was showing him around to the bunks (thankfully he has his own), the rec room and the hanger were they kept all their jets.

"Well Harry welcome officially to CAC or Central Air Command. All other jets are taken so unfortunately, you get old' Hellraiser here." Epps said patting the side of an F-22. Harry blinked.

"What do you mean unfortunately?"

Epps laughed nervously. "There's a reason we named this one Hellraiser. There's like this curse on the jet so that no matter what, no pilot is fly it. Something always happens to them. The last pilot that got paired with Hellraiser ended up in the middle of the ocean. We have no idea how the jet got back to the base. It just-showed up here. So anyway, best of luck and hope to see how your test flight goes." Hope you make it back in one piece is really what he meant.

Harry gave Epps a look. "Thank you so much for the encouragement. I feel the love already." He said sarcastically.

Later that day it was time for his test flight with the dreaded Hellraiser. Harry couldn't figure out why everybody was so afraid of the thing. It flew like a beauty. Not that much faster than his Firebolt, but it was one hell of a ride. He did flips, turns, barrels, and all kinds of tricks to get a feel for the F-22. And it felt great.

Maybe he was becoming an adrenalin addict? Oh well, Harry really didn't care as long as he could fly in that damn jet again.

When Harry landed all the soldiers at the base looked like flabbergasted fish. Jaws practically on the ground. They couldn't believe it! Someone actually got in the Hellraiser and came back unharmed! And not mentally scarred for life! This kid must be a saint of some kind. No doubt about it.

Harry cleared his throat. "So what's next?"

Epps shook himself out of his staring. "What else? We celebrate with drinks!" he exclaimed, throwing Harry over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Harry shouted, kicked, and beat his fists against Epps back while he carried the newbie to the rec room. Epps gave Harry's back side a good swat, laughing wildly when Harry's face turned red.

What the fuck has he gotten himself into!

Jun: I hoped everyone liked it!