A/N : So, I realized… I had completely forgotten my one shot fics! I don't have a clue how that happened, but I decided, as I suddenly got inspiration, to create the next little ficlit. I actually like this one a bit, cause I find some of the interaction cute. I didn't spend much time on it, meaning it could definitely be better… but oh well. And, I figured that Dirge needed a POV as I did end up killing off his trine…

I miss them.

It was odd to me, even now, that they were truly gone… nearly six human months since the… incident. They were never coming back. I had truly lost those who meant most to me. All of the arguments we had shared, wishing we weren't trine, or that we never want to see each other's ugly mugs again… they stung me, as now, I wish those things had never been said. I wished they were with me now.

The Command Trine had yet to shoo me away. I was grateful for their mercy, as I didn't want to be alone. There were no other trines on Earth, and only three on Cybertron. No room for an extra, trine-less Seeker anywhere. I knew I was annoying them though… the agitation in Thundercracker and Skywarp's frames as the days passed told me that much. But nothing was said.

So I kept trailing them… everywhere. I'm not as ashamed as I should have been that I was so clingy. I missed my trine something fierce… And though the Command Trine wasn't my own, I felt better with them. Not by much… but it was something.

I did seem to be monopolizing Commander Starscream's attention however, and I made the mental note to stop that. It was no wonder his wing mates were annoyed with me. Had a different Seeker been following Ramjet and taking up all of his time, Thrust and I would have jumped him… Trine-less or not. But the Command Trine, though annoyed, seemed to take it all in stride.

"Primus this is boring…" Skywarp groused, twirling lazily from his position of left wing. My trine or not, I wanted nothing more than to take that spot up. It felt weird flying in Ramjet's spot of our doctored mass formation. I was not Second point leader. But I flew it now, feeling all the more lost and exposed as we continued our perimeter sweep.

Starscream flicked a wing. A warning to Skywarp to shut up. So the commander was in one of his moods. A dangerous thing for every mech in the vicinity. I tightened my flight pattern.

I had to agree though. This was our first flight while on duty since… then. It was nice to be out and about, as we rarely flew, originally on Hook's order while were evaluated, and then on Starscream's own suggestion while he "took stock" of how we were coping with the changes. It was hard on his trine, I knew, having a fourth wing, and not having the traditional second and third points in formation.

We had had an evaluation period when we'd lost Windwhistler's trine in a battle for Praxus before we'd left Cybertron. Acid Rain's Points had taken up for us while Starscream shifted our formation around. Without second point, we were shuffled into it, and then shifted.

Traditionally, second point was off of Thundercracker's right wing, while we, as third point, were off of Skywarp's left. Starscream shifted us to fly directly behind his trine, creating a triangle formation, instead of promoting Acid Rain's trine to third point, something the Rainmakers were still upset about.

Back then, I had thought it strange as well.

But now I wondered if Starscream had had a reason for leaving our little unit one short. We worked it through well enough…

It also made me wonder how the Cybertron Trines were doing. We didn't hear much about them here on this planet… Shockwave left them out of most of his reports… something Commander Starscream disliked greatly, I knew… More than once he could be heard denouncing the Guardian's reports…

Thundercracker swooped down toward the ocean below us; his lazy barrel roll showing us exactly how bored he was, allowing his wing tips to skim the waters. Skywarp followed his lead, twirling just slightly after him on the opposite side. Starscream seemed to slow down as well; probably annoyed that his wingmates weren't following the flight anymore; and it took a lot of effort to keep myself from ramming as I tried to figure out his pace.

TC and Warp were… playing. Relaxing in a way I had seen them do all of once the entire time I'd known them. While in the middle of our patrol route. How… appropriate of them. Thrust normally tried to initiate several moments of play within our patrols. Ramjet normally shot him down… sometimes literally. We did however, have our moments of free time in the air.

I miss our playful banter.

Taking me by complete surprise, Starscream fell out of point. His wings twitched with an odd cadence I have never seen from him before he practically fell toward the ocean. He caught himself a mere inch before his undercarriage touched, and he burst forward. He was the fastest Seeker… ever. And he loved flying. I knew he did.

He had far too much grace and response to not, and beside that fact, he was a Seeker. All Seekers loved flight. But in this case, he flew as if there was no war. As if he wasn't our commander. An odd occurrence for me, as he had never flown like this around… well, anyone.

He flew upward, and suddenly Thundercracker and Skywarp joined him, spinning around him. They kept climbing upward, and I followed their trajectory as they went. As they reached the apparent peak of the climb, all three fell toward the ocean waters in a free fall. I remembered Ramjet doing something like this once, when we had first come to this planet… it had been on our first fly run out of the Nemesis.

All three of them were moving in perfect unison though. There was no difference between them. They were a trine with an odd dynamic, with the strange personality mix, but they made it work and put the rest of us to shame. That was why they were Command.

Skywarp suddenly vanished in a flash of purple and gray light, and Thundercracker shifted out of his alt mode; swinging himself to be perpendicular to the surface of the water, and he spun around as he regained some height, passing over me as he did. Starscream however, surprised me again. Instead of pulling out of his dive, he submerged with a hearty splash.

I felt a flash of panic. The commander had been in a free fall, far too fast to have been safe. He had probably broken several things with the resultant collision. Contrary to some belief, water was not soft, as Rumble had demonstrated once.

I shifted out of my alt and just stared. I heard a chuckle behind me, and turned an odd glance to the blue and orange Seeker. He didn't seem worried at all. And he was smiling. I almost shouted at him, wondering if he was processing correctly. His trine leader had probably hurt himself, especially as he hadn't emerged, and yet he was just floating there?

That was when I felt a hand on my pede.

I hadn't realized I was so close to the surface of the water.

I went under faster than I could process. The odd spectrum of liquid confused me slightly, but I could make out a dark face. Smirking. Commander Starscream had pulled me underwater. And as the water shifted around us, I knew that Thundercracker, who now was seeable from my peripheral vision, had entered the icy Atlantic as well.

Judging by the frown, I figured it hadn't been willingly, and when I looked around him, I caught a purple and black wing. Skywarp must have pulled him under as well.

Starscream suddenly left the waters, and I followed, more out of instinct. I sensed that the other two had as well, and we hovered above the surface a moment, staring at each other. Starscream lifted both of his wings ever so slightly, telling us to fall in. Thundercracker bolted.

A brief flash of annoyance suddenly washed over Skywarp and I wondered what was going on. Starscream, strangely, let out a small laugh, earning a… raspberry as the humans called it. The commander tapped my wing, and I followed him quickly, completely failing at understanding what was going on.

But it seemed fine that we were no longer following what protocol dictated…

The two of us chased after Thundercracker. Starscream, of course, was the one who caught up to him and he tackled his second wing with no restraint, tumbling them both back into the waters. I shivered slightly. The waters were only that much colder on a hot turbine or wing.

But… Starscream was still above the water. Dead in front of me, smirking as only he could. But I had seen them both go under, hadn't I?

Skywarp grinned from around the commander.

I gaped as Thundercracker surfaced, sputtering. Skywarp had grabbed Starscream just before he'd gone under and warped away, so quickly, I hadn't even seen his warp gate.

"Let's try this again," Starscream said, sounding annoyed, although his facial plates were still smiling. He shifted his wings upward, silently commanding us to fall into our previous diamond formation. We did so without fail this time.

Not long later, we were flying along our patrol route once more. I still had no idea what just happened, but I knew… I felt much better than I had in a while.