Title: Straw That Broke the Camel's Back

Rating: K+

Continuity: G1?

Characters: Starscream, Skywarp, Thundercracker

Disclaimer: Don't own.

Prompt: : Remember that scene in The Empire Strikes Back, when Luke encountered that vision of his worst fears in the Dark Side Cave? Your character encounters his or her worst fear.

Starscream didn't like it.

No, that was an understatement.

He hated it. Loathed it.

This prison cell... It was the bane of his existence. Dark, close, tiny. Megatron knew it, too. That was why he shoved the Seeker down in it. It was the one thing Starscream feared above all others.

He was a Seeker, after all. Confined spaces didn't agree with him any more than they did the rest of his kin.

It was torture, pure and simple, to leave him down here, alone, in the dark, where he could feel no air moving across his wings, feel nothing but the hundreds of tons of metal above him, pressing down, pushing him into the ground, where he'd never fly again, and-

No. Best not to think about it.

Instead, he reached out, tugging at his trinemates. ~Warp. TC.~

~He put you down there again,~ Skywarp accused, feeling the edges of panic lingering through their spark-link.

~Yes...~

~Starscream, he can't... you can't...~

~I know. But... I can't leave. I still believe in the Decepticon cause.~

~Yes... a cause which has pretty much become the rallying cry of the Autobots,~ the blue flier said, and there was a moment of silence. ~Think about it,~ he pressed. ~They're fighting for freedom now. Megatron's... he's fighting for his own gain. He's turned, Starscream. Become corrupted with power.~

~I... have to agree with him,~ Skywarp said softly, and surprise was shot at him from both of the other fliers. Skywarp had always argued that Megatron wasn't that bad, that he hadn't changed. ~Oh, come on. I may be a bit ignorant sometimes, but... a sane mech doesn't leave a Seeker, or even a flier, underground as much as he does to you, Screamer. It's time to go.~

The trine leader vented and leaned back, twitching his wings against the wall for the express purpose of feeling something. ~Then get me out. We go to the Prime.~