Greetings ^_^ Here's the next installment of my 28 meme, and this one's set in the I Dream of Seeker 'verse (the story of the same name is under a shared profile named We Dream of Seeker; the authors are myself and Katea-Nui). It's somewhat interesting; check it out if you wish!

Warnings- Slash, mention of interfacing

Continuity- G1 AU, IDOS 'verse

Disclaimer- nope, still ain't mine.

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-8- Dreaming ~Sleep, brother to Death, claim me now so that I might dream.~

He wasn't sure if it was truly real or just an escape brought on by his general hopelessness, yet Starscream's logic centers screamed at him to deny the entire situation as nothing more than a fanciful recharge flux.

The part of him that /wasn't/ logical told him to shut up and enjoy it while he was able, and it was this part he listened to every time he shuttered his optics and powered down for recharge, only to 'awaken' in that misty room between the worlds.

It made /some/ sense, at least- alternate timelines and universes had at least been theorized, though never proven. How one could access it via recharge was another matter entirely, and that was why Starscream told no one of his increasingly frequent 'visits' to a young Seeker whose world was decidedly different from his own.

The place-names...so similar, yet not. Even their creator-deity's designation rang somewhat true...though in Starscream's own world Prima was an old Prime, and not a goddess. Seeing as Starscream had never been a particularly religious mech to begin with, he rather thought the distinction was minor. Unlike the majority of races, Cybertronians had never had the hangups about gender that plagued other, generally organic, races. He could give a frag less about that.

Their world had also never known war. That /was/ intriguing. It made Starscream think about why it had all started to begin with, and about how the goals of the Decepticons had shifted over long vorns...once, they fought for equality, for the right to exist as /they/ wished to exist, without a set function decided by politicians whose lives never crossed those of the ones they wanted to control.

Now it was all about conquest and power...and of course, obliterating the Prime. Starscream himself had nothing /against/ Optimus Prime; he thought that the Prime was overly idealistic and slightly naïve in his belief that /anyone/ could be redeemed given enough time.

Megatron had long ago lost perspective...and possibly his sanity. Starscream's aching frame and twisted right wing was a testament to that. That's what one got when one publically denounced their commanding officer's plan as "something resembling organic waste material and nowhere near as entertaining".

Starscream wondered if the Prime did that to his overly-logical SIC. Somehow, he doubted he did.

Another cycle...another raid...another session of battle where the Decepticons barely managed to steal enough energy to continue their vendetta for another few decacycles. Another punishment, another trip to the medical bay, where Hook's visor brightened at familiar injuries and the sour frown of a Seeker who'd been here far too often.

Starscream sat alone in his quarters and lay upon the berth, his thoughts drifting to the lithe young flier who had told him of a world without war, a world where the Autobots' idealistic phrase "Til All Are One" was actually a reality. He remembered being held, the hands on his plating real enough that he could still feel it if he concentrated hard enough.

He remembered the first time they'd come together in mutual want and passion, and how that had grown between them.

I'm an ignorant fool for believing this, and it's likely because my slagheap of a commander has hit me in the helm one too many times. Starscream thought to himself. One can't possibly reach through whatever barrier exists that separates possibility from reality.

His lips twisted into a hopeful smile, though, as he lay on his berth to dream.