Title: Loved and Lost
Rating: K+
Continuity: G1
Characters: Starscream, Skywarp
Disclaimer: Don't own.
Prompt: 5. "Better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all."
March 9, 2013
Starscream was sitting on top of the docking tower when Skywarp found him.
"You saw the picture," the tricolor said in greeting, and Skywarp sat down, uncharacteristically still.
"Yeah. Skyfire?"
Starscream huffed a wry laugh. "Yes. You heard what happened when I told Megatron."
Skywarp shuffled closer to his trine leader, brushing their wings together. "But you aren't telling us something."
A heavy vent was his only response for a long time. Then, Starscream started talking.
"We were in the Academy together. Only fliers in our level, so we were always teamed up. For the first five vorns, I hated him. I couldn't stand him. He was a shuttle, created and upgraded to carry people around, to be... nice. I was a Seeker, a war model. We weren't supposed to get along. But... He kept at me. He never let me get away, or push him away... And eventually, I..."
"You started caring for him."
Starscream turned dim red optics on his wingmate. "Of course. He was... heh. My coding settled on him as a wingmate. Him! Apparently, he was big enough to qualify as two. But..."
Skywarp leaned closer. "You started to love him."
He got a glare for his efforts. "Not... I didn't..."
"You did."
"Fine. I did. I... cared for him. More than I should have. More than... But he returned it. And... we were thinking about bonding when he crashed."
Skywarp stared at his winglord. "Bonding? You... you loved him that much?"
"How could I not?" Starscream said, bowing his head, wings flicking against Skywarp's. "He was always just so kind, so... easy to care for, easy to trust."
And that was saying something. Starscream did not trust easily. Or at all, really, save for his wingmates, and it had taken centivorns to earn that trust. Skywarp leaned against the lighter jet comfortingly. "Well... they do say that it's better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all," he said, rumbling his turbines.
Starscream glanced down at his wingmate. "Try it," he practically hissed, then pushed himself away from the other Decepticon and the tower, shooting off into the darkening night.
Skywarp watched him go for a moment before warping back to his and Thundercracker's quarters.
"Hey, TC!"
The blue jet, lying half in recharge on their berth, blinked slowly. "Hmm?"
"Think we can arrange a meeting between Screamer and an Autobot?"
