Chapter 25: Make A Little Love…
A/N: I uh, I found out that I got 10,000 hits, and it's a lot of hits for someone like me, so...:') Thank you for your support everyone, even if you were randomly clicking and accidentally read my fic X'DDDD
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It had been hours. But as difficult and awkward the situation was when it presented itself, Blaster had finally eased into its charming playful mood. He was winning the game.
'I can walk out of this door, complete my mission, and enjoy the free drinks, con-courtesy of Skywarp!' he chuckled. 'Maybe I should radio Jazz, tell him I've dunnit'.
'….Naaaaah.'
The tape deck didn't jump at the purple seeker letting rip another unrestrained guffaw, having gotten used to his uninhibited behaviour a few breems ago. Sitting cross-legged on the floor surrounded by hapless energon cubes, Blaster was slowly encouraging the Decepticon warrior to drink his fill, who was using the empty energon cubes as a make-shift floor chair. The red and yellow Transformer chuckled under his breath taking note, if Skywarp were to adopt the same sitting position he had done, the jet might not be able to unknot his legs at the rapid rate of energon consumption. Said seeker drums his spread eagled limbs on the floor in sheer excitement when he loses again.
"Da-yum, you're GOOD!" Skywarp inhales another energon cube, "an' ta' think I was so gooder at this game!"
'Uuuuuuh-huh.'
"Hey hey hey, Blasta' (izzat it?) Con, you should play this game with like, 'Screamer, or, or, TC!"
"Are they any good?" Blaster queried.
"NO! BWAHHAHAHAHA!!!!" Skywarp started hyperventilating to recollect his vocal processors. "But seriously, maybe 'Screamer might beatcha'. For a young spark, she's smart an' all."
"Now whazzat you say?" the Autobot straightened up in surprise mixed with curiosity.
"About 'Screamer? Ah, she's like the youngest of us all. TC's like our big bro (I'm the cool middle one!) And Screamer? Well, she just appeared in the academy one vorn. Yeah, we never really noticed her until she started risin' up the ranks real' quick, 'cause the Deceptibabe's got that talent y' know…(that talent)." Skywarp's fingers thrust themselves from his fists in emphasis.
"An' soon enough, we were working on missions with her-no wait, more like, under her (eh-heh heh). She was all frosty and stuff as usual, but I don't blame her, 'cause she was like, kinda young, and everyone (even me, guilty as charged) thought, 'she's got nothin', she's just littleler' and stuff. But she had to be mean so we'd listen, 'cause it's like, 'how'd she get all the way up here if no one's gonna pay attention to her?' Right, right? An' when we followed her orders, we found out our missions got done faster and better. As a team, she brought us to the top…the TOP! 'Course, not without TC and me; next to 'Screamer and TC, I'm the coolest bad aft con around!"
The tape deck shrugged his shoulders in mild amusement. "Okay, so, if y'all cool, then why is she still…you know…'mean'?"
Skywarp offered a blank stare at the Autobot before his thoughts came to a conclusion.
"…Truth is, she's not that bad. Most of us were kinda cold ta' her before. I mean, she wasn't the nicest con, but we weren't exactly (what is it, that word, ah…) accenting- "
"Accepting?"
"Yeah, we weren't accenting, but, honestly…" Skywarp emotions took surface with his reminiscing. "…she looked…kinda lonely."
"…Even when we were a new team, she already had that thing going on with her. Even after we warmed up to her, she kept her distance, like she was far, far away or somethin'. When she finished handing the major payback to those cons who bullied her, we thought she'll be okay, but, I mean…we found out she was kinda like that already when she joined the academy. TC and I are her wing mates. We're her buddies, con, her buddies…and she gives us the same slag as everyone else. BUT! Her friends are like-(okay, don't tell her this, 'cause she'll slag me for making her look like a basket of petro rabbits), but her friends are Transformers she…you know…'thinks' about. And when we became her (friends), she'd look out for us, even if she's like some ice queen. 'Cause if we weren't, she wouldn't blink twice if we were in deep slag."
"…Wow," was all the tape deck could say. Other than Skywarp's dexterous tongue, there was more to Starscream than he ever knew.
"Maybe that's why she's going out with Megatron and that Autoboob-"
"Say WHAT?!"
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The breeze blowing down the alley outside the club was deemed more refreshing than the polluted air within. The female con whipped her head to the dark sky, stretching her lithe body to pop the gears cramped in her body. Gazing at her fingers interlinked with each other, Starscream's feet slowly left the ground, and the red seeker quietly levitated in her own space before she brought herself back down.
"Hey, pretty lady…"
Starscream deftly whirled herself around to meet the stranger on the other side of the alley, his shadow growing to touch her feet. The latter listened to the red jet's null rays croon in anticipation of his next move, and he narrowed his ruby optics to a smooth gleam. She adjusted her optics to scrutinise the stranger hiding in his own shadow. The purple insignia blazoned across his chest was the only guarantee that he was not the enemy in war, but…
"…Didn't your creator ever tell you not to walk down dark alleys all by yourself?" a deep voice rolled in cue.
'Oh, GREAT.' Starscream rolled her head in sarcasm. Tall, dark (in the shadows), black paintjob sporting some white on his limbs, tires…a definite ground vehicle. But the body frame was almost familiar, if he adapted to an Earth mode…
"No." Starscream answered his question anyway, racing through her memory banks. "Why?"
"…'Cause my momma told me you might meet a beautiful, sexy stranger, and now I'm love's fool."
'Oh for Primus sake-!' her jaw almost dislocated from the atrocious lines dribbling into her audio receptors.
The raven coloured stranger darted towards Starscream without warning and snatched her feet off Cybertron itself, engulfing the seeker's lips in an amorous kiss. Returning the gesture fervidly, blue fingers holding the dark head in a clawed grip, the duo lost each other in the very moment, forgetting the war, the fighting, or anything that would get in the minute space in-between their bodies. The breems seem to hurry by when it least needed to, and their pleasure ended just as abruptly as it began when the aerial commander conveniently found the wall to slam her adversary's back onto it.
"…That was the WORST I've ever heard." Starscream yelped when he flipped her over and planted her wings to the wall.
"Then you haven't heard enough."
"I know."
"Anything for you, baby."
"What happened to angel-"
"Ssh…" A long black finger rested on her lips. " The good bot's 'out' and the bad con's in…just ta' see you on Cybertron."
"Aaaah…" The red seeker's words trailed off to admire his body work. From the looks of her roving eyes and her smooth fingertips gliding his polished chassis, Jazz deduced that she was not disappointed, although he did feel unusually tense because…she looked almost hungry. "Not bad for a wingless Decepticon…can you stay this way for me, 'baby'?"
"Hmmm…" Jazz looked thoughtful. "…No."
"(Oh phooey)," Starscream looked away with dimmed optics, disappointment mocked by her pouted lip. "So…does my mysterious stranger have an equally mysterious name?"
"He sure does…"
"Tell. Me."
"Blues is his name, and charming his baby's the game."
She looked Jazz from ears to feet, and tried to comprehend what similarities his name had with his paint job.
"…I know. My creator's were Decepticons. Who can blame them?"
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"Oooookay, Warp, buddy, 'really hafta go, hate to break the game, but I've had a great time and if you're ever drunk and out of your mind-(loopy Lou), just call me at Rock City, that's R-o-c, k, ity, great, yeah, cool, yeah, ciao-!"
Blaster leaned into Skywarp's face. His optics were gleaming. His face solemn.
…His snoring, soft but audible.
"Great Primus…" the boom box scratched his bright head, "I was talkin' to a sleeping con! And his optics are still online!"
Blaster wasted no time paging Jazz that his duties for the mission was complete, and darted out of the building. A few breems later, the door beeped open to let Starscream in, who exchanged glances between the bags and the over energised seeker. The purple jet woke up to a blue knuckle, rapping his head.
"Skywarp. Come in, stupid."
"Snrrzh…wuddizit Scremmerberrrzh?"
"Where's Thundercracker? When I went back into the club, he left a message saying he wanted to leave early and come home. So? Where is he? He should be back already."
"Ie dun know…(ye freegin nazicon…) You're both the same…always leavin' me alone…"
"…Oh, you poor, poor thing," Starscream sarcasm went unnoticed by her semi-conscious wing mate.
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The boom box's message was all it took to break up the couple's little rendezvous, and separate themselves to go back to what they were doing. The saboteur did wonder what took Blaster so long, but judging by the tone of his voice, all was well. The only thing left for the black vehicle was to pick up his friend-
-And avoid the strafe shots running across the ground. The black Cybertronian vehicle quickly made a sharp left turn, drifting off course in a nick of time.
"Yo' con, what's the matter?!" Jazz flipped back into root mode, catching his gun midair. A blue jet soared in to land on his feet, a sour grim face emerging from his transformation.
"Slagging Autobot!!!" Thundercracker cried.
"Oh, really?" Jazz tapped his current insignia. "Well, I don't believe you, and it's not like I didn't see you there Thunder…that's what rear view mirrors are for. Now what can I do for you?"
"I SAW you!"
"Saw me what?" the saboteur snapped a quick retort back at the Decepticon jet.
"I SAW WHAT YOU DID TO HER!!!" Thundercracker lanced an accusing finger at Jazz. "I SAW YOU TOUCHING HER!!!"
"With her. I saw what you did with her." Jazz corrected the seeker. "…She is fine ladycon, isn't she-?"
Jazz dove in retreat behind a vacant building to avoid the blind shot from the blue jet. The saboteur poked his black head out to espy the seeker seething with unbridled fury, with arms and guns shaking in ire aimed squarely in his direction.
"So she's Megatron's gal. And mine. Not yours. What's the prob?" Jazz cheekily jumped in anticipation of another shot and ran to a more sturdy corner.
A pair of blue feet marched towards the saboteurs direction. "She's…not…yours!"
"…Yeah, you're right. She's her own person, don't belong to nobody. So, why didn't you sonic boom me, baby? Wanna talk this out civilly, con to con?"
"Shut up, GROUND SLAG!!!"
"Oh…" Jazz emerged from hiding, wearing a carefree grin, optics glowing a cool sanguine at the blue seeker.
"So…what is it you want? You don't wanna shoot me, but you don't wanna let me go either. So, what do you want? You wanna do the man dance?"
"The man, what?!" Thundercracker's face winced in confusion.
"You know…" Jazz feet started hopping on the spot, guarding his face with his fists. "Wanna slug it out, tough con, mano-e-mano?"
Jazz grinned wider behind his fists when Thundercracker mimicked his stance, to a more professional posture.
"Do a little dance, make a little love…"
"Get down tonight."
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A/N: Aaaah! XD Yeah, TC has contempt for those who don't fly. It's true.