The Brat Prince of Vos
Chapter 19
Continuity: Pre- and Post-TF:A, a little bit of AU here and there
Warnings: None, really.
Pairings: Megatron x Starscream, Cyclonus x Galvatron, Strika x Lugnut. Sort of, anyway.
Perhaps, Starscream reflected, slapping that bomb on Megatron's back at such an important moment had taken it too far.
These last few months had been enjoyable, if a little lonely, he admitted to himself…until those pesky Autobots had taken back the All-Spark and ruined his fun. He'd been doing so well with destroying Detroit, too. Then Blitzwing and Lugnut had appeared, and things had rapidly gone even further downhill.
It irritated him no end that Megatron had chosen to comm. Lugnut instead of him. But, he supposed, the tyrant was as good at holding grudges as he was, and if Megatron had blown him up, he didn't think he'd be calling the Decepticon warlord either.
So he'd followed Lugnut's ranting and ravings to the source of Megatron's energy signal. And oh, he'd had a good long laugh when he saw the indignant head of the silver mech glaring up at him, attached to all number of primitive wires and screens. He even gave the tyrant a little kiss on the forehead (to mock him, supposedly, but if he was completely honest, he had missed trying to assassinate his intended every day).
…Then Megatron got his body back. And, as the Seeker quickly found out, he was not pleased to see Starscream again.
The former Prince of Vos opened his optics suddenly. Wait a minute. He'd just been near Sumdac tower - then Megatron had punched him with that key, and…wait…what was that smell anyway?
He realized what he'd been lying in for Primus only knew how long.
Living up to his name, the flier screamed.
For the sixth time that day, Starscream came back from the dead.
He lay in the river outside the makeshift Decepticon headquarters, not bothering to get up this time. Six failed assassination attempts were quite enough for one day, thank you very much. Glaring up at the night sky, he cleared his vents, bubbles of air blowing out from his submerged torso.
And he thought he'd taken it too far by killing Megatron. As he sat up, he stared down at his empty spark chamber mournfully.
How would they ever bond now? Maybe that had been Megatron's intention - but surely the tyrant couldn't have known that an All-Spark shard would lodge itself in the flier's forehead. Plus, the Decepticon commander seemed more and more annoyed every time Starscream came back from the dead.
The Seeker sighed, lying back down in the water dramatically with a splash.
What a mess this had turned into.
"We each represent an aspect of your personality," the female clone had explained to him.
But really, they reminded him more of his siblings than himself. He scowled down at his new 'army' of clones. If what she said was true…had he really become as bad as his siblings? Shuddering imperceptibly, he turned to the next protoform to construct yet another clone - a purple one this time, he decided. He'd never had a purple sibling; the colour would have belonged to the fourteenth child, if there had been one.
Perhaps this one would turn out to be more agreeable.
The ceiling of his underground lair crashed in, and above, six Seekers circled menacingly.
If the Autobots hadn't been there, Megatron was sure he would have screamed. Not only did Starscream seem to be immortal (he hadn't come back for a few weeks - the Decepticon leader was sure he was dead for good this time), but now he seemed to have developed the uncanny ability to reproduce himself, like some sort of robot amoeba.
He dove for the Seeker with his swords furiously. Starscream could have at least had the decency to make his assassination attempts at a more convenient time. The space bridge was almost operational and everything!
Curiously though, even without looking at their paintjobs, he seemed to know exactly which one was the original.