The Brat Prince of Vos
Chapter 17
Continuity: Pre- and Post-TF:A, a little bit of AU here and there
Warnings: None, really.
Pairings: Megatron x Starscream, but nothing too slashy yet.
Gah. I had trouble writing this chapter x_x
Fluff is much easier to write than dramatic, angsty stuff.
"It's getting vorse, you know," Blitzwing's calm personality commented.
"It's getting what?" Lugnut blinked.
"Vorse," Blitzwing repeated.
"V…oh! Worse!" the large mech suddenly understood. Despite being bonded to Strika, he still had trouble with Blitzwing's accent. He turned around in his seat at the ship's main control panel, frowning as best he could. "Uh…What's getting worse?"
"Zem," Blitzwing whispered, as if sharing an important secret. "Starscream und Megatron."
Lugnut just scratched at his head with his clamps. "That traitor and our great Lord? What about them?"
The triple-changer rolled his optics. "Forget it," he sighed, shaking his head. With three personalities constantly hovering around his consciousness, the purple and grey flier was much more observant than his large, bumbling counterpart. He knew - he had always known - that Megatron and Starscream were supposed to have bonded, having been a trader in Vos at the time. He'd heard the news back then. And it was painfully obvious to him, even if none of the other Seekers who joined could see it, that the two had never bonded.
He didn't see why it was such a big issue, personally.
Then his hot-headed face mentally roared in fury. Of course it was a big issue! A custom millions of years old had been broken! And it was causing all of them problems, because that slagger Starscream just would. Not. Give. Up!
His cold side calmed him. Starscream, in Blitzwing's rational mindframe, was still really just a youngling desperate for some attention. It was quite possible that Megatron, apart from Cyclonus (who, rumour held, had been intended to a mysterious mech named Galvatron since before anyone could remember), was the only mech that had ever shown interest or care for the needy little Seeker. Starscream could hardly be blamed, having been regarded in his sparklinghood, by an entire city, no less, to be a curse.
"Und vhat about Megatron?" his unbalanced side chuckled inside his head. What about Megatron indeed? Surely if they just bonded they'd stop fighting. But it seemed to Blitzwing that any love that had once been there between them was rapidly disappearing with every attempt on each other's life.
"No, no," his crazy personality whispered. "Starscream tries to kill him because he loves him. I vould too!" His other two personalities quickly hushed their insane counterpart - but he did have a point. Was that really the way that Starscream worked? In the same wild way that their black-faced personality did?
Outside his mind, Blitzwing shrugged to himself, blue face still in view. It wasn't a big issue, to him.
"If you're going to poison my energon," Megatron snapped at his second in command, holding up the cube so that it was only inches away from Starscream's face, "at least use a chemical that doesn't change the colour of the energon. I expect better from you, Starscream."
The Seeker looked at the very green liquid being sloshed around in front of his nose. "Aw, slag," he grumbled.
Starscream escorted himself to the brig this time, where Lugnut was waiting to lock him in his usual cell, muttering curses all the way.
In the middle of a spectacularly violent brawl between Megatron and Starscream - the worst one yet, according to Blitzwing, whose crazy personality stood on the sidelines cheering and whooping - Blackarachnia's voice crackled over the comm.-link.
"Autobot ship approximately twenty kilometres away," she announced excitedly. "There are strange readings coming from it. It could be the All-Spark, I'm not sure."
Both Starscream and Megatron stopped their fight instantly, the Warlord's hand still around the Seeker's neck, and the flier's claws embedded in Megatron's shoulder.
"Blitzwing, repair this idiot," Megatron ordered, dropping Starscream and walking towards his own quarters to fix his scratches. "Both of you, be in the main control room in fifteen minutes."
"Yes, Lord Megatron," both subordinates chorused - Blitzwing with much more fervour than Starscream. The triple-changer quickly took out a repair kit from his subspace pocket and started work on the flier.
"Do you zhink it vill really be zhe All-Zpark?" Blitzwing's calm face spun around.
"Please don't change face while you're repairing me," Starscream said sulkily. "And no, I don't. Even if it is, what does it matter?"
"Of course it matters, Schwachkopf!" roared his hot-headed personality, coming into view, and then quickly flipping back to the icy personality. "If it iz zhe All-Zpark, ve might finally end zis var," - his random face spun into view - "und you und Megatron can live happily ever after!"
"It's too late for that," hissed the Seeker, grabbing the repair kit from the triple-changer. He didn't trust Blitzwing to concentrate one bit. "He was just trying to strangle me, remember?"
"Und you vere trying to dice him into leetle pieces," commented the other flier dryly.
"I was defending myself!" snapped the Seeker. Blitzwing just arched an optic ridge, unconvinced. "…Okay, and trying to kill him. But that doesn't change my point. All-Spark or not, he'll never keep the promise he made to me. To Vos."
"…Zo you vant to kill him," Blitzwing concluded.
"What I want," Starscream snarled, "is my honour back. I want to make him suffer for ever lying to me, for making me believe that one day he would bond with me. For pretending to like me, when all he cares about is this stupid faction. I want to take the Decepticons for myself, to make him regret ever putting it before me."
"Zelf-centred az ever, Starscream," retorted Blitzwing. The triple-changer made as if to leave the room - but just before he was out the door, he turned around.
"You know…patience iz a virtue."
Starscream threw the repair kit at Blitzwing's head.