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This one is likely your standard G1, and not even slashy if you choose not to look at it that way. (Of course, if you /do/ it fits there too.)
Still not mine; I just pimp Starscream out every now and then.
-3- Caring "Of course I care. They're trine. They're /morons/, but they're still trine."
"You insufferable /glitch/." Starscream muttered, looking down at the black and violet Seeker who lay on the medical berth, offlined for his own safety. "I'm going to stand here until you finally wake up just so I can tell you how /stupid/ you are."
Skywarp didn't respond. He couldn't, in any case; his faceplates were half caved in from the blast that had knocked him from the sky.
Hook eyed the Decepticon Air Commander warily. "Sir, this is going to take quite some time." Starscream's helm whipped around and he glared. "I don't care. I'm not leaving. The first thing he's going to hear when he wakes up is his punishment for being such a slagging moron." Hook noted Starscream's hands, though. They were resting on the berth, very close to Skywarp's own black hand.
He said nothing, only nodding. He had a team himself. He motioned Mixmaster over to assist and they worked around Starscream, who, true to his word, never left the medbay.
It took all night-cycle to repair Skywarp enough to safely bring him back online. Starscream had not moved from the bedside, even though Megatron had attempted to summon him to 'discuss' their defeat that day. His comms apparently suffered a fatal glitch midway through the order, though they miraculously repaired themselves moments later when Thundercracker commed Starscream asking for a status report on their trinemate.
Crimson optics watched pale faceplates as Skywarp's own optics, dimmed with pain, finally flickered on. The teleporter's lips twisted into a faint smile. "Star. I fragged up."
"You insufferable /glitch/." A cobalt hand grasped the black one.