The Brat Prince of Vos
Chapter 16
Continuity: Pre- and Post-TF:A, a little bit of AU here and there
Warnings: None, really
Pairings: Megatron x Starscream.
It's getting harder to write now...
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The Nemesis blasted off from Cybertron.
Blitzwing, Lugnut and Starscream watched for a long time from the windows as their home planet became smaller and smaller in the distance. Tiny specks of light on the surface - orange where the fighting continued, blue city lights where the Autobots had established control - flickered quietly. Other purple ships followed the Nemesis one by one, each breaking off to go in their separate directions - many of them towards New Kaon, an old Decepticon colony.
The generals said nothing to each other as they stared after their home mournfully. Five thousand years of fighting - and for what?
For the Autobots to launch the All-Spark into space. For Kaon, Polyhex, Simfur and Vos to be destroyed - save for old underground tunnels, there wasn't even a trace of those cities ever being there.
With a grimace, Starscream turned on his heel, marching through the wide corridors of the ship to the main control room where Megatron was frantically looking for a trace of the All-Spark's energy signal.
"It's over," Starscream announced quietly as he entered. "The war is over."
"No," Megatron replied, not really concentrating on what Starscream was saying, far too occupied with the screens littered with graphics showing traces of energy. "It's not over yet. The battle is over, perhaps - the war is not."
"We've abandoned Cybertron," Starscream pointed out in disbelief. "There are less than a hundred Decepticons left on Cybertron. It's over. The Autobots have control of our home planet."
And before he could say anything more, Megatron was towering over him, bending his wings backwards in cruel, black hands with a roar of fury.
"You lied to me."
Megatron looked up from his chair in the rec. room where he had been nursing a cube of high grade energon. "What are you talking about now, Starscream?" he growled, the glass of his cube protesting under his iron grip.
"You said we'd bond when the war was over," said the Seeker mournfully. "It's over. It's been over for a century. We've been floating around aimlessly for a hundred years now. When are you going to stop deluding yourself?"
The Decepticon leader narrowed his optics at the flier. Then, shaking his head, he beckoned the former Prince over. Wordlessly, Starscream tip-toed over, and Megatron pulled Starscream onto his lap.
"When are you going to trust me?" Megatron sighed, nuzzling his head against Starscream's cockpit. "This is…a temporary setback. As soon as we find the All-Spark, we'll head back to Cybertron. With that kind of power in our grasp, we'll wipe out the Autobots within a decade."
Starscream groaned, rolling his optics. "The All-Spark could be anywhere in the universe! They sent it through a slagging space bridge!" he said, exasperated. "You're obsessed."
"Says the mech who's been trying to get into my spark chamber for the last five thousand years!" snapped Megatron, pushing Starscream roughly off his lap and downing his entire cube of high grade. "If you're so desperate to get bonded why don't you go pester Blitzwing?"
The flier retaliated by tipping Megatron's chair backwards, sending the tyrant crashing to the floor. "I'm not the one who promised a naive little youngling they'd get bonded five thousand years ago," snarled the flier. "You tell me to trust you, but you've never kept a promise once. I was a fool to ever think you'd actually bond with me."
In his tipsy state, by the time Megatron stood up to punch the flier in the face, Starscream was already gone.
The Decepticon Commander couldn't say he was surprised, really, when the next day his berth turned out to be a pressure sensitive bomb.
Starscream was locked up in the brig, and for Megatron, that was that.
After the tenth assassination attempt, Megatron was understandably fragged off.
In the brig, he smashed Starscream in the face with his fist, and the Seeker went down with an undignified yelp. Never letting up, Megatron dove after him, pinning the flier to the floor by the neck.
"Attention seeking brat," muttered the Decepticon Commander. "What are you trying to achieve by attempting to kill me, Starscream?"
"I…don't…like…you," choked the flier, thrashing under his grip. "Slagging…lying…bastard!"
Megatron's optics narrowed dangerously. "I don't like you either," he hissed, and below him, the flier began to screech his pumps out. The Decepticon Commander had to place his full weight on the flier to keep him down, claws scratching and swiping up at him aimlessly. Starscream continued to thrash, kicking, punching, scratching, screaming, until finally, Megatron had had enough.
Starscream fell silent and still as Megatron clamped his mouth over the flier's in a rough kiss.
"I don't like you," Megatron huffed when finally he broke the kiss, standing up to his full height. Then, he added with some regret, "It's much more than that."
He left, locking Starscream in the cell as he did so.