Short chapter but I'm sure you'll like it... I hope...

Does anyone have any more ideas about the mystery blackmailer? You all kinda went quiet about it...

Megatron roared as he slammed a fist into Motormaster's faceplates. The mech fell to he ground with a grunt of pain as Megatron turned on his heel and stormed to his throne.

That was the last time any one ever said anything bad about Starscream that night.

Megatron glared at Motormaster's team as they picked up their leader and excused themselves, dragging the black mech with them out the doors of the Command Centre. Venting loudly to display his displeasure Megatron as he growled again. That was not how imagined that night would play out. Sure the raid was one of the most successful since coming to Earth but he had lost the one thing he really wanted.

He wasn't sure how it had started. He wasn't sure how it had even lasted so long after all the trouble it had caused. His feelings for his SIC were horribly embarrassing and humiliating but he couldn't deny them, not any longer.

He wanted, desired Starscream.

He felt himself shiver as the thought went through him then felt anger creep back in as he remembered why he had never approached the jet before. Why Starscream disobeyed him, why did Starscream despise him? In all honesty it hurt Megatron deeply that the one mech he had ever felt any attraction to rejected him so... strongly, but he would never admit that as he barely did to himself.

He still remembered the first time he had ever seen Starscream. The Seeker was flying ahead of his Trine, Cybertron's young sun gleaming on his armour as he skidded to halt beside him and transformed into such a stunning creature that Megatron had actually lost control of his highly trained faceplates and stared. The way Starscream unfolded with such ease, the way his curvy frame played with light and shadow, the way that dark faceplate had been beautiful. Then his Trine mates unfolded beside him and the spell broke as a blue servo was outstretched towards a smooth white wing.

The Seeker had been perfect that day, temperament and all. Then it had changed so dramatically after a few days that Megatron was sure he had whiplash. The beautiful, the natural faceplate turned sour with sneers and smirks, the voice like acid as it mocked him ruthlessly. What else could he have done? Starscream had to be reminded of his place. Of all the mechs to hate him and to stand up to him it would just have to be that one!

Growling quietly to himself Megatron rubbed his forehelm. Starscream was supposed to be here, now. They were supposed to be parting and getting over energised. Megatron was going to try and coax the Seeker to drink with him. He was tired of not having the one thing he desired the most. He was angry that he had not achieved this one victory. Well he was going to be victorious! He was going to make Starscream see. He was going to have the jet share his berth at least once if just to quench this thirst.

Megatron was startled out of his thoughts by the door to the Command Centre opening. He realised that he had slammed his fist down on the arm of his throne as waves of pain radiated from his wrist. Soundwave paused in the doorway, visor locked onto the new Megatron-inflicted-damage, before he stepped through and bowed before the Warlord.

"Lord Megatron." His monotone echoed around the empty room. "Mission: Complete. Plan: ready to be executed."

Megatron felt a smirk spread across his face. He was surprised that Soundwave had come up with a rescue plan so quickly. Megatron was sure he hated Starscream and would take his time. He had been expecting the plan for tomorrow morning at the earliest. Soundwave really was loyal, or maybe he just sensed how angry Megatron was and decided to get the plan done as soon as possible. Coward Megatron thought as he took the datapad that was offered to him, Starscream would've waited until I had demanded the plan before he even started to make a draught!

Optics hungrily devouring the plan, Megatron felt excitement creep into his circuits. Oh yes! They were defiantly going to get Starscream back with this plan! This must have been one of Soundwave's best as of yet.

"We go tomorrow! Inform the men. If this mission succeeds... then we celebrate."

Megatron watched Soundwave nod as his visor brightened in some unidentifiable emotion. Megatron didn't pay much attention to it.

Ideas Anyone?