Once off the Elite Guard ship, Starscream and Spaceflower flew back to base as fast as they could. They were, at first, happy to be home, but soon realized they had chosen the wrong time. All of the other Decepticons were at the table, drinking their energon casually, but when they got a look at their "Autobot" visitors, they couldn't stop laughing.

Starscream (to his anger) saw that Megatron, who didn't laugh much at all, was almost choking on his energon. Blitzwing had fallen out of his chair with laughter. Blackarachnia was pointing and laughing and Lugnut, who noticed his glorious leader was supposedly choking on energon, began pounding him furiously on the back—until he got shoved off, that is.

"It's not funny!" Starscream shouted. "We did it to escape from the Elite Guard. They captured us!"

Once he finally calmed himself down, Megatron pointed to Sweetie. "Why is there an Autobot insignia on Sweetie's chestplate?"

"That's because the Elite Guard tried to take her away and turn her into an Autobot," Spaceflower explained. "But we got her back, by dressing up as her Autobot parents."

"Well, take it off," Megatron replied, and drank some more energon. "If she is a future member of my team, she is not to wear the Autobot insignia. And change yourselves back too."

Starscream and Spaceflower went back to their room, took the Autobot sticker off Sweetie's chestplate, and took the Autobot stickers off themselves, too. Then Spaceflower picked up Starscream's cans of spray paint.

"Are you ready to turn back into a Decepticon?" she asked.

"Yes," Starscream replied. "Just paint me the right colors, my love."

After Spaceflower had sprayed Starscream, he gathered up her spray paint and sprayed her. As they waited for the paint to dry they looked in Starscream's mirror at their old, Decepticon selves.

"I'm so happy we're back to normal," Starscream said.

"Yeah," Spaceflower agreed. "I was so worried. I was afraid Sweetie was going to become an Autobot."

"Me too," Starscream agreed. "So…now that we look better…want to go back to the main room and grab some oil?"

"Mm…sounds good to me." Spaceflower smiled, grabbed Starscream's claw, and they returned to the main room. As soon as they did, the other Decepticons started grilling them about their "adventure".

"So what happened to you guys?" Blackarachnia asked. "I thought you were just taking Sweaty for a tune-up."

"Her name's Sweetie," Spaceflower replied, "and we were just taking her for a tune-up."

"It just so happened that Ultra Magnus and some other Autobots from the Elite Guard decided to show up and capture us," Starscream added.

"They stole Sweetie and put us in stasis lock, but we escaped and beat up Sentinel Prime, who was 'guarding the prisoners'," Spaceflower said. "Then we found Sweetie, but we had to dress up like Autobots to get her back. They would never give her back if they knew her real parents were Decepticons."

"We made up this story about how we were vacationing to Earth…and an organic creature stole her and ran away with her." Starscream shrugged. "I guess they thought we were idiot tourists who can't take care of their sparkling."

"Tourists?" asked Blackarachnia.

"Yes," Starscream said. "We acted like we were normal, stupid Cybertronian Autobots who were vacationing to Earth."

"And did I tell you?" Spaceflower suddenly looked excited. "Our little sparkling said her first word when we finally got her back—Mommy. Isn't that great?"

"When she's ready for the branding ceremony, she should be able to join my forces," Megatron replied, sipping some more energon.

"Our little Sweetie," Spaceflower said, and cradled the sparkling in her arms.

…

Late that night, Spaceflower sang Sweetie to sleep, as usual. Starscream always had to try not to fall asleep too, since she was singing the song that could make anyone fall asleep. As soon as the sparkling was sleeping in her cradle, Spaceflower climbed into bed with Starscream.

"I always feel safe when I'm with you," Spaceflower told him. "You really helped me today…with Sentinel, I mean."

"Of course," Starscream replied. "I love you."

"Am I the only one in this room who's feeling a little frisky tonight?" Spaceflower whispered, running one claw along Starscream's wings.

"Um…now that you mention it…no!" Starscream gasped as Spaceflower slipped her fingers in between his thighs. "You know I want you, my love."

"Well, I bet you three energon cubes that your systems overload before mine do," Spaceflower teased, stroking his interface panel. Starscream groaned, trying to hold it in. Spaceflower snapped open his interface hatch and started stroking his spike (which was now about 110% pressurized).

"Oh, come on…I can make you overload like nothing," Starscream hissed, trying to ignore the stimulation of Spaceflower's claws on his spike, but this was no easy task. "You know how good I am in bed."

To her surprise, he pulled the covers off, flipped her around, and spread her thighs. She shrieked as he stuck his head in between her thighs and started licking her port, stroking her wings at the same time.

"Please, please, stop!" she whispered.

"Do you really want me to stop this?" he asked, looking up with quite the dastardly grin on his face. She shook her head and he continued, causing her shrieks to grow louder and louder. Finally she playfully shoved him off and stuck his spike in her mouth, causing him to yell out, "That was NOT fair!"

"All's fair in love and war…"

"No BITING!"

Finally she stopped and Starscream, now soaked in lubricant and quite worried he was going to lose the bet, got on top of her and penetrated. She sat up and kissed him passionately as they wrapped their legs around each other. Spaceflower reached her claw down and reached between his thighs again, right underneath where they were interfacing. If THIS succeeded, he was sure to lose the bet.

Spaceflower was still stroking Starscream's port as he stayed inside of her, both of them moaning with pleasure. Then, all of a sudden, the most wonderful feeling in the world occurred—Starscream found himself literally screaming for more as Spaceflower kept her fingers in that same spot. He grabbed her claw and moved it violently, pulling her closer. She was squealing too, they were kicking the covers off, tearing at each others' armor and claws, screaming and moaning, thrashing around, having the best interface of their life cycles and then—

"I don't care or want to know what you fools are doing in here, but can you PLEASE keep the noise down?" Megatron hollered, slamming their door open. "I'm tired of not being able to—this isn't a good time, is it?"

The lovely couple and the Decepticon leader just stared at each other for a cycle or two, immersed in awkwardness, not knowing what to say. What do you say at times like these?

"GAAAAHHH!" Starscream yelled as his systems overloaded and he soaked himself, Spaceflower, and the bed with sticky white transfluid. Overheated, soaking, humiliated, and unable to speak, he stuffed his face into the pillow and wished for the power to disappear.

"Just take a shower in the morning, Starscream," Megatron muttered, turning around to leave.

As his cooling fans finally kicked in, Starscream found himself able to speak. "That could NOT have gotten more humiliating. Overload? In front of MEGATRON?"

"Yes, and you practically clawed the sheets to shreds." Spaceflower grinned and pointed to the bedsheets, which had been clawed apart by Starscream. In the midst of interface and overload, he hadn't even realized it. He groaned and rolled over on his back.

"I'm sorry, my love," he told her.

"Don't worry about it," she replied. "Just remember, you overloaded—seriously—before I did, so you owe me three energon cubes."

"I…actually, I think you found my 'sweet spot', earlier," Starscream said, cradling Spaceflower in his arms. "Nobody's ever found that before. And that feeling was absolutely incredible. You are wonderful."

"Sweet spot…isn't that the part where if it's touched, your circuits get completely scrambled because it feels so fantastic?" Spaceflower asked. "I think I did find it, then. You were acting like you had a little more than a glitch in your processor, if you catch my meaning."

"Well, I just hope you enjoyed it, too."

"I did," Spaceflower reassured him. "In fact, I like playing around with your equipment, and I particularly enjoy hearing you helplessly moan and scream for more. I know where all your hot spots are."

"You're terrible," Starscream hissed. "You can torture worse than Megatron can." He paused, remembering their recent 'encounter'. "All I felt was pleasure, my love…until that bucket of bolts decided to crash our little party."

"Think of it this way," Spaceflower said airily. "While Megatron's overloading himself in his quarters, all alone, you've got me. He's probably just jealous."

"Megatron overloading himself?" Starscream winced. "That was NOT an image I needed in my processor, Spaceflower. Now I'm going to be scarred forever."

"You better close your interface hatch, my love," Spaceflower whispered back. "Before I overload you again."

Starscream realized that he couldn't close it, because he had repressurized…already? How embarrassing…but Spaceflower just slid his thighs open again, he whimpered, and she said quietly, "Well, maybe we should call it a night."

"And we should have pulled the covers up," he added.

"And been a little quieter."

"And locked the door."

"And put a 'Do Not Disturb' sign on our door."

"But we should never stop interfacing." Starscream stroked Spaceflower's head and pulled her closer. She hugged him tight and closed her optics slowly.

"I love you," she whispered.

"I love you too," he whispered back.