Author's Note: This is a commissioned piece. I was paid to write this. The commissioner told me what she wanted, and I did give a lot of input and suggestions. Some she loved, some she didn't. In the end, this is what the commissioner wanted. Some things I might not have agreed upon, as I would have made some different choices at place, but in the end this was paid for. This story is filled with rape, abuse, manipulation, cussing, past trauma, a graphic miscarriage, interface, BDSM, and good friends becoming enemies. I hope you enjoy!
Cybertronian Units of Time (according to IDW):
Astrosecond ≈ .273 of a second
Breem ≈ 8.3 minutes
Cycle ≈ 1 hour 15 minutes
Decacycle ≈ 3 weeks
Joor ≈ hour
Klik ≈ 1.2 minutes
Megacycle ≈ 93 hours
Orbital cycle ≈ 1 Earth day
Orn ≈ 13 days
Stellar cycle ≈ 7.5 months
Vorn ≈ 83 years
Disclaimer: The Transformers universe, names, and characters are property of Hasbro.
OCs are created by me for the sole purpose of this story and any names or scenes similar to other fanfics are simply coincidental. Any ideas or names intentionally taken from other fanfics will be noted at the beginning of any chapters to which the occurrence shall take place.
Enjoy. :)
"Ouch… Ha, ooh…. Ow…"
Starscream winced, biting back a moan, his red optics locked onto the ones hovering above him. He gasped as the clawed servo tightened its cruel grip around his throat, his denta gritting as the savage thrusting intensified. Megatron grunted, his climax nearing, going harder and faster with the anticipation and desire fueling his body.
It wasn't always painful, but tonight the warlord was certainly in a desperate mood to alleviate his body's prodigious craving for rough interface.
"Please, my lord, you know I haven't been, hah, feeling too well as of, ow, late." Starscream managed to pant out between pants and groans.
"Shut up." Megatron growled.
Starscream swallowed, looking into those harsh optics, his digits clasping onto the wrist that held him down. Megatron's other servo was holding the Seeker's waist, keeping it raised so he could thrust into the jet with more ease.
Starscream offlined his optics, trying to focus on not losing what was in his fuel tank. He had been feeling nauseous and dizzy for an orn now. Not sure as to why. He assumed it had to do with these frags, but then again…. He had been dealing with Megatron's needs for thousands of vorns…
Maybe it was the energon. Not like they got the same type of energon they had during the war. This new energon wasn't always the best quality. Cybertron had a lot of recovering to do, and with that came less adequate essentials for those no longer in power… No, the Autobots have that pleasure now.
The loud, bestial growl of Megatron overloading shook the Seeker out of his thoughts. He whined as their exposed sparks bonded, something Megatron wanted more of since the war ended. The grounder brute panted, sitting there for what felt like joors, before pulling out and getting off the berth.
Starscream swallowed, ensuring his fuel stayed down, before he slowly sat up, closing his plates.
"Is that all, Megatron?"
Megatron didn't say anything. Starscream vented a sigh, knowing that meant Megatron was indeed finally satisfied. He slid off the berth and went to the washroom, needing to clean himself off.
He stepped into the shower and turned the water on. The former Air Commander wiped himself clean, removing his codpiece to ensure all that was Megatron was truly off him. He finished, and stepped out of the shower, drying himself with a towel. He stood in front of the mirror, feeling a tingle in his spark. Curiously, he opened his spark chamber, wondering if some water spilled within. He squinted his optics, noticing something… Off. Was that… Another glowing orb? Something small next to his own. But that couldn't be unless he was-
His optics widened. He dropped the towel and began to dig around in the drawers until he found what he was looking for. He pulled out the medical scanner, turned it on, and searched through the settings. He found the one he needed, activated it, then held the scanner out. He quickly ran it over his spark and read the result. His wings flicked; he ran the scanner over his spark again. Same result.
He swallowed, biting his lower lip plate. He then perked his wings.
He was sparked, and it was Megatron's. If he was carrying Megatron's sparkling…. Maybe the brute would actually start to be nice to him! Maybe this was how he finally got accepted by Megatron as something more than a punching bag and frag toy. Maybe Megatron might actually, finally, love him.
Starscream smiled at that thought. He closed up his chest plates and exited the washroom. He quickly made his way over to where the former gladiator was drinking energon while reading from a datapad.
"Ahem."
Megatron ignored him.
Starscream reset his vocalizer again. "Ahem, Megatron. I… I have some news for you."
Megatron looked up at him. "What is it?"
Starscream slowly held up the scanner, faintly smiling as his wings lowered, nervous. "I-I'm… You sparked me."
"What?" Megatron grunted.
"You sparked me. I'm sparked. I am carrying your sparkling. I'm almost three decacycles along. That must be why I've been so sick. I've been sparked and haven't been eating metal or taking-"
"Get rid of it." Megatron snapped harshly, returning to his datapad.
Starscream's smile disappeared. "I-I'm sorry...?"
"Get rid of it." He growled again.
"You… You don't want a sparkling...?" Starscream's vocalizer got lower.
Megatron rolled his optics as he stood up, tossing the datapad aside. "I said to get rid of it. Is that not clear enough of my position on having a sparkling?"
Starscream took a nervous step back. "I-I thought you would want a-a heir or-AH!" He cried out when Megatron viciously punched him in the abdomen, right where the gestation tank was.
Starscream fell to his knees, clutching his abdomen, his wings as low as they could go. He cycled air heavily, trying to calm down his systems.
"There." Megatron grunted, returning to his seat. "It's gone."
Starscream bit his lower lip plate, feeling coolant filling his optics. He slowly stood up and went to the berth room, his servos still clutching his dented abdomen. He slowly lay down on the berth, curling into himself. He allowed the coolant tears to leak out, softly sobbing. Nothing he did was ever good enough for Megatron, not even carrying the bastard's own sparkling…
Megatron entered the berthroom a joor later and lay down beside the Seeker. Without cuddling, or even touching the jet, the grounder offlined, falling into recharge. Starscream swallowed, his servo still holding his abdomen.
Maybe it was for the better. He would make a terrible carrier.
Starscream onlined the next morning. He slowly got up and went to the energon room. The jet poured himself a glass of energon, but then felt uneasy. He quickly ran to the washroom, waiting to purge, but thankfully his fuel tank settled some. His wings flicked. Why was he feeling nauseous and not having a miscarriage? If Megatron's punch killed the sparkling, he should be feeling something wanting out a different end…
The Seeker grabbed the scanner, turned it back on, and scanned himself. He hesitated before looking at the results. The sparkling was not only still there, but the spark was, too. The protoform was very much alive.
Of course. He would be hard to kill like his sire.
Starscream bit his lip plate, not sure what to do with this news. Would Megatron punch him again? Would he drag him to a clinic? Would he do worse?
The Seeker didn't know what to think. Megatron was so unpredictable at times. Would he be mad about failing to kill his own sparkling? Would he not care and ignore the jet? Would he beat him?
But surely, he would want a sparkling...? It would be a sign of his strength and ability to breed and maybe a sign of hope for Decepticons? And it was with him, Starscream, and not some mongrel!
Starscream sighed. He wouldn't be able to hide it forever. Sooner or later the sparkling would come out and Megatron would know. Might as well get it over with now and pray that Megatron wouldn't be as hostile as he was last night…
Starscream walked out of the washroom and found the grounder in the living room. Megatron was messaging someone, probably Soundwave. Maybe he would be in a better mood with his dog wagging his tail at him…
"My lord," Starscream spoke up. "I… I need to speak to you."
Megatron rolled his optics. "What is it, Starscream?" He grunted.
"I… I'm still sparked."
Megatron finally looked up at him. "Really?" He almost growled it.
Starscream swallowed. "This isn't a bad thing. You procreating is a sign of strength, of leadership, of-"
Starscream was barely able to dodge the datapad chucked at his face. It lodged itself into the wall behind him. The Seeker glanced from it to the warlord, his wings flicking.
"That was mature." He grunted before his wings instantly dropped, seeing Megatron rise to his peds.
"I do not want a sparkling!" Megatron roared, stomping over.
"Then maybe you should have used protection!"
"I use-" Megatron's optics narrowed. "You clearly are fragging behind my back!"
"What?!"
"That sparkling isn't mine."
"Oh… OH!" Starscream flicked his wings, his servos clenched into fists. "How dare you accuse me of being unfaithful! You know I spend every night with you!"
"We would have to be together for you to be 'unfaithful.'"
"We are together!"
"You're delusional." Megatron spat. "You're a slut and always have been. I would never be with a slut!"
That hurt. Starscream bit back the tears that wanted to come forth. "You-" He swallowed. "Then why do you only frag me and keep me with you wherever you go?" He demanded sternly, trying to not let his real emotions be revealed. "If I'm so disgusting to you, why do you frag me every night?"
Megatron's optics glowed brighter for a brief moment, his servos tightening into fists. "You're not worth my time." He growled.
"No, just the less than a breem you can actually manage to pump out each night."
He yelped when he was punched in the faceplates, stumbling back.
"You miserable, little brat!" Megatron roared.
Starscream's optics widened before he spun around and ran. Megatron gave chase, the small room not allowing the Seeker to escape. Megatron had him and began to rain down savage punch after savage punch. Starscream tried to block the blows, but the grounder was too strong.
Megatron grasped the smaller mech by the neck and dragged him to the door. Starscream kicked and struggled, clawing at the arm that held him. Megatron palmed open the front door, and with one swift swing of his arm, threw the Seeker outside. The jet landed hard on the ground, yelping from the pain. He looked up, his wings flicking, then lowering.
"I don't need you, Starscream. Be a slut elsewhere." Megatron snapped before closing and locking the door.
Starscream quickly got to his peds. "Megatron! Don't you dare lock me out!" He ran to the door and tried to open it. "Megatron!" His wings flicked. "Megatron...? I… My lord?"
No response.
Starscream swallowed. Whatever. Megatron would let him back after some time. The brute had thrown him out of the bedroom many times before and always let him back in after some time. He just needed to wait it off.
So, he did.
The Seeker sat on the stoop and waited, and waited, and waited. Joors passed, the sun set, and still Megatron didn't let him in. Surely, Megatron would let him in now since it was the usual fragging time, right?
The door remained locked.
Starscream vented a sigh. Maybe it would be more than joors that the idiot needed before letting him back in.
Starscream stood up, his fuel gauge informing him that he was less than half a tank full. He needed more energon. The sparkling was draining him faster than it normally would.
He didn't have Shanix though, and what little he did have was locked inside with that bumbling aft.
He would have to find energon that was free. And the only place that offered that was the shelter. The shelter would also offer him additives for his carrying, which he needed badly.
With a defeated sigh, the once proud Seeker warrior trudged down the street in the direction of the shelter. Thank goodness his enemies and Soundwave weren't around to see this humiliation…
He eventually arrived at his destination. Hopefully, no one recognized him… He entered the shelter, wings low.
"Can I help you?"
The Seeker looked up at the receptionist. A short, grounder femme with magenta paint and yellow optics. "Um, I…" He hesitated, not sure what to say.
"Do you need help? Energon?" She implored.
"Yes…" He answered weakly. "I'm… I'm sparked and don't have anywhere else to go."
"How far along are you?" She asked as she prepared a datapad.
"I… Two decacycles. The scanner indicated that."
"Have you had any complications? Sickness?" She held the datapad out to him.
"Um… Nausea."
"Fill out this form. We have a space for sparked fliers. You will receive energon three times each orbital cycle and must be in your room by 22:00. Curfew is for safety to ensure no unwanted guests come by. You will be given a card to present to the guard before entering the shelter every-"
Starscream had stopped listening, feeling his spark sink as he filled out the form. Hopefully, Megatron let him back soon.
He was soon led to a door, down a hallway, and eventually to a small room with a desk, berth, and storage space. It wasn't much, but enough for one to be somewhat comfortable. Not that he planned on staying here long, just until Megatron took him back in. That wouldn't be long, of course. The idiot had a libido that only Starscream could satisfy. He'd be welcomed back very soon.
It had been a decacycle.
Starscream was still at the shelter. He had returned to Megatron's abode more than once, knocking on the door, demanding to be let in, but the grounder never once answered or opened the door. It was as if he wasn't there… But he was. Starscream could hear him walking around or saw him enter. He just never opened the door.
But he could out stubborn the stupid grounder. He was Starscream after all!
So, he persevered. He stayed at this stupid shelter, slowly feeling the sparkling grow inside of him. The shelter provided him with everything he needed for the sparkling, and he did feel so much better. The nausea wasn't as bad, but he was starting to feel more tired and wanting to recharge.
Due to being sparked, and the sparkling developing to the point it was getting harder to do manual labor, the shelter didn't require him to find work or anything. He was allowed to just live in his room, receive energon and medical care, and otherwise behave. After the sparkling's birth he would be required to participate in a program to find work. But Megatron would take him back before that! That, he knew.
While it was nice to not work and having free energon delivered, there was incidents that left Starscream uncomfortable… The guards were all grounders and frequently cat-called him. One night he was returning to the shelter, having to pass closely by the guards in the hallway.
"Hey, beautiful." One of the grounders smiled.
Starscream ignored him, trying to brush by the second guard in his way.
"Looking good, sweet plates!" The second exclaimed while giving the Seeker a hard slap on the aft.
Starscream spun around, wings flaring, glaring at them. "Do not touch me!" He roared.
"It's just a joke." The guard who hit him laughed, reaching over as if to grab the Seeker's wrists.
Starscream leaped back, claws out, ready to fight. The grounder stayed put, slowly raising his servos in a peaceful gesture. Starscream flicked his wings, then slowly backed away, never removing his optics from the grounders. Once he was far away enough did he turn and hastily made his way to his room. He locked the door, trying to calm his panicking spark.
When will Megatron take him back?
And then another decacycle passed…
The Seeker, now close to five decacycles of carrying, returned to Megatron's place.
"Megatron!" He banged on the door. "I know you are home! Come on! You can't be this petty!" He threw his arms out, wings flicking. He waited a moment before resuming his knocking and shouting, but nothing came of it.
With a defeated sigh, he turned and walked away.
He was absolutely miserable. The shelter was miserable, so many people coming and going, the energon wasn't the best, and he didn't trust some of the night guards. Between the catcalling, aft slaps, and breast plate molesting, they probably were planning on assaulting him or something. He didn't want to go back there…
He chose to walk around instead, delaying his inevitable return to that place. It wasn't a bad orbital cycle, no, rather nice weather. He could somewhat enjoy the city despite everything.
He rounded a corner and found a small park. The benches were empty, so he sat on one with a view of the pond. Some cyber ducks were swimming in it, with other birds flying around. He leaned back. A servo resting over his abdominal plating, then he offlined his optics, feeling the warmth of the sun on his plates.
Finally, some peace. But it was not to last.
After a couple of breems he was startled by the sound of approaching peds and voices. He onlined his optics, seeing some young grounder nearing. They appeared to be adolescents, some trucks, some tanks, and speedsters.
"What do we have here?" One sneered, a brown truck. "A homeless slagpile?"
"Homeless aren't welcomed here! Your stench is ruining it for the rest of us." One of the tanks piped up.
Starscream flicked his wings. "Run along, sparklings. I'm sure your carriers are eager to clean out your waste tanks."
"What did you just say?" The first truck demanded as he stomped over.
"I said to frag off." Starscream flicked his wings again, then flared them. Something that would have been a serious threat to another flier, but to grounders it didn't mean much.
"You can't speak to us like that." One of the speedsters snapped, holding a metal pipe. "You're a homeless flier."
"The war is over and yet the prejudice continues…" Starscream grumbled.
Suddenly, the speedster with the pipe swung it, smacking Starscream across the helm. "Take back what you said, Seeker!" He sneered; his lip plates curled in a snarl.
Starscream cried out from the blow, almost falling off the bench. But before he could speak or react, he was suddenly struck by another object, followed by a punch. Then he fell to the ground, which resulted in peds kicking him.
He yelled, clutching his abdomen with one arm as his other tried to shield his helm from the raining blows. They were kicking him, hitting him with a pipe, and one even grabbed one of the branches from the nearby tree and was using it as a weapon.
Then, one of the grounders poured his bottle of energon over the jet, then pulled out a lighter.
Starscream shrieked as the energon became engulfed in flames, burning his torso, shoulder, and part of his face. He jerked up but was struck with the pipe. He tried to get away, try to dissipate the fire, but the grounders kept beating him.
Then, as quickly as it had started, it ended. The grounders, laughing, walked away, eager to brag about what they had just done.
Starscream slowly got to his peds, the energon burnt off, leaving his blackened plates behind. Painfully, he limped down the path, wings low, on his way back to the shelter, holding back his coolant tears.
He eventually arrived at the shelter, no one even asked him what happened as he made his way to his room. He collapsed onto the berth, and only then allowed himself to cry.
He couldn't stay here. He had no protection. He was miserable! He needed to get out of here, but where could he go? Megatron was being an aft… Soundwave hated him, and that moron was living with more cyber cats than one could find at a shelter… Everyone hated him… He had no friends…
Wait. Friends… He did have a friend! At least… He thought he did? Maybe…
Did Knock Out care about him still? They used to be friends at one point… Living with Knock Out would be better than living in this horrible shelter… And he just needed to stay long enough until Megatron let him back!
Yes, that was the plan. Tomorrow he'd go to Knock Out's, stay with him until Megatron stopped being stupid, and have the sparkling! Perfect!
The next orbital cycle Starscream stepped out of the shelter and made his way across the city. He would have preferred to have flown, but he was so far along into his carrying transforming wasn't easy. So, he walked.
Eventually, he arrived at his destination. He had only been here once before, so hoped the couple still lived here.
Tentatively, he approached. He stood on the stoop, held up a fist, and paused. While he had thought about what he would say, now that he was here, he wasn't sure what to say. What if Knock Out rejected him? What if Knock Out hated him? What if-?
He swallowed, trying to not think the worst. Maybe Knock Out would let him in. He would see his friend was hurt and carrying and let him in. Maybe he would receive the pity he deserved.
He sighed, hesitated for one more moment, then knocked.
It felt like an eternity befor the door finally opened, and what greeted him was not the open arms and warm smile he had hoped would.
"Look what the cyber cat dragged in." Was the mocking tone. "He finally kicked you out and your stray aft comes all the way to me. I would say, 'told you so,' but I doubt you still would listen to me."
"Knock Out…" Starscream spoke, his voice softer than he expected.
"Nah uh!" Knock Out held up a single claw. "Don't you dare try to make me pity you! I warned you; I begged you, I fragging told you that Megatron cared not for you and would leave you on the streets or dead. Did you listen? Nope! You never do. You only care about Starscream."
"Babe, who's at the door?" Breakdown's vocalizer sounded from inside.
"Just a drowned rat!" Knock Out called over his shoulder with a scowl.
Starscream lowered his wings at that. "What do you want to hear from me? An apology? Me to tell you you're right?"
"Of how much I love to be told of how right I am, I don't think I would accept that from you."
Breakdown appeared behind his mate, his optics widening at seeing Starscream. "Oh! What happened to you!"
"He was just leaving." Knock Out huffed, reaching to close the door.
"I'm sparked!" Starscream exclaimed.
"Not my problem!" Knock Out started to close the door when Breakdown grabbed it, stopping him.
"Sparked?" He looked so concerned. "What's the due date?"
"I don't know… I'm five decacycles along." Starscream replied.
Breakdown's smile grew. "Aw! Congrats!"
Knock Out rolled his optics. "Yes, congrats. Now leave. Go backstab some pigeons or-"
"Knock Out, sweetie," Breakdown interjected.
"What?!" The red speedster glared up at his mate.
"You're not seriously going to turn away an expecting carrier, are you?"
"It's Starscream!"
"But, the sparkling…"
"Is his problem!"
"But… the sparkling…" He said it softer, his optics becoming like a begging puppy's.
Knock Out narrowed his optics. "You want the sparkling?"
Breakdown smiled and quickly nodded, excitement filling him.
Knock Out just glared at him, then finally sighed. He could never win against that face. "Fine. But you're responsible for him." He jabbed a digit into his mate's chestplate. "If he pisses in the house, I'm rubbing his face in it…" He grunted as he walked away.
Breakdown practically was squealing. "Yes! Sparkling! Come in, Starscream. I'll get a berthroom ready for you."
Starscream faintly smiled as he walked in. "Thanks, Breakdown."
"The energon room is over there. Help yourself. And the washroom is over there." He pointed to the mentioned rooms.
Starscream looked around the house. It was perfection. Everything perfectly cleaned, painted, waxed, organized, everything. There was a living room to his right with couches and a TV, and a staircase behind that. To the left was the energon storage room and a dining room. Not a single speck of dirt existed. Not a single cup was out of place.
It was nothing like Megatron's place, and especially not like that shelter.
Yes, this would do just fine.
Starscream went up the stairs and found the washroom. He locked himself inside, turned on the water, and stepped in. The warmth of the water on his exhausted frame felt amazing. He needed this. To just feel normal, safe, and not in danger.
He finished washing himself, having to really scrub the grime off from what those ruffians had done to him. He paused to study himself in the mirror, noting how awful he looked. Scrapes, cuts, dull plating, chipped paint… He would need a lot of work. Knock Out surely would allow him to borrow some equipment to beautify himself.
The Seeker exited the washroom and made his way down the stairs. He saw Breakdown sitting on the sofa watching TV and walked over.
"How you feeling?" Breakdown inquired, gesturing for the jet to sit by him.
"Better." Starscream replied, sitting on the other couch, not wanting to sit right next to the grounder. They weren't that close of friends, after all.
"The berthroom is ready for you. If you need anything let me know. And help yourself to energon whenever. We have plenty. Knock Out is out the most so he may not always be around to help you."
"I appreciate it." Starscream said softly, leaning back on the couch.
"So…" Breakdown's vocalizer slowly rose, excitement obvious. "Mechling? Femmling? Twins?"
"Oh, gosh…" Starscream rolled his optics. "I hope not… One will be enough of a helm ache…. I honestly don't know the sex. I haven't had an ultrasound or anything other than a physical."
"Knock Out can give you an ultrasound. Can't you, babe?!" He called out over his shoulder.
"What?!" Knock Out's vocalizer sounded from the other room.
"Starscream hasn't had an ultrasound! You should look at him!"
Knock Out walked out of the backroom, approaching his mate. "I'm not an obstetrician." He grunted.
"Oh, you've delivered several sparklings and done other obstetrician practices." Breakdown gave a dismissive wave.
"There's a difference between being licensed, thus medically trained, and doing what must be done during a fragging war." He gave Starscream a hard glare as he stood behind Breakdown. "Starscream can see an actual obstetrician."
Starscream swallowed, his wings lowering some.
"You need to be nice." Breakdown chastised his mate with a digit pointing firmly at him. "Starscream has been through a lot and needs our help."
"He wouldn't have been through so much had he listened to me." Knock Out crossed his arms.
"People sometimes need to learn the hard way."
"There's nothing for me to 'learn the hard way.'" Starscream snapped.
Knock Out's optics brightened. "Nothing to l-LOOK AT YOU!" He gestured at the Seeker. "You've been living with that abusive idiot, infatuated with him like he's some sort of god, while he beats you!"
"Megatron does not-"
"I do not want to start this over again!" Knock Out held up a servo to silence him.
"Megatron cares about me! You're just-"
"I am what?!" Knock Out's servos grasped his hips as he leaned forward, his engine beginning to rev.
"Y-you're-" Starscream flared his servos, trying to think of something. "Clearly jealous!"
"Jealous?" Knock Out cocked his helm to the side, then slowly smirked. "Y-you think I'm jealous?" He pressed his digits to his chestplates. "What is there for me to be jealous of? Hmm? That I don't live in fear? That I'm not being beaten? That I am not being thrown onto the streets and left to starve? That I'm not-"
"Megatron didn't throw me onto the streets to starve. We're just in a rough patch. It'll go away. It always does." Starscream flicked his wings resolutely.
"No, Starscream, a 'rough patch' is when you don't speak to someone for a few joors and then have apology interface."
"Oh, can we do that?" Breakdown suddenly interjected, only to have Knock Out hastily cover his mouth.
"That's a rough patch!" Knock Out finished, keeping his servo on the blue grounder's mouth.
"Okay, so, whatever...?" Starscream rolled his optics. "All couples fight differently. You and Breakdown do the silent treatment and Megatron and I just recharge in different berths for a couple of nights. Like… It's normal."
"IT IS NOT NORMAL YOU FRAGGING IDIOT!" Knock Out shrieked, tired of this same argument for the thousandth time.
"IT IS NORMAL!"
"ENOUGH!" Breakdown roared, silencing them both. "You, here." He pointed at Knock Out and then his lap.
Knock Out walked around the couch and sat on his mate's lap, who immediately hugged him. Knock Out, despite his best effort, couldn't retain his anger once his mate was holding him, so loudly sighed as he relaxed into that chassis of his beloved.
Starscream flicked his wings, his anger still residing, but he was slowly calming down seeing Knock Out relax.
"You can't get angry like that, darling. It's not good for your complexion." Breakdown said it so lovingly and gently, not loosening his hold on his Conjunx Endura.
"Yes, yes, I know." Knock Out grunted.
"I love you."
"Love you more." Knock Out finally smiled.
"Love you mostest." Breakdown purred before they kissed on the lip plates.
Starscream felt awkward.
"I know there's a lot of anger in you both, but we need to put aside our differences." Breakdown lectured them, still hugging Knock Out firmly around his waist. "Starscream is sparked and needs help. You two were once friends. Act like it."
"And if I refuse?" Knock Out demanded.
"Then I'll have to tickle you. And not just the tickles, but I'll have to hug you so tightly you explode!" He said it in a baby voice, getting his face in Knock Out's.
"Not the explodies!" Knock Out said in mock horror.
"Yes, all the explodies! And then I'll have to kiss you, and love on you, and tell you I love you." He continued in that annoying baby voice before kissing Knock Out on the lip plates.
"Stop...!" Knock Out giggled, pushing Breakdown away without any effort.
"Nevers!" Breakdown continued to kiss Knock Out, the two soon going all out on kissing each other.
That was enough PDA for Starscream. He stood up and went upstairs to find his berthroom. He located it and closed the door behind him, not wanting to be bothered. He lied on the berth, sighed, and offlined his optics. He needed to rest. He'd deal with Knock Out in the morning.
Starscream online the next morning. He checked his chronometer, noting he had recharged in longer than usual. Probably because the sparkling was making him tired.
He slowly got up, that becoming a more difficult task with each passing orbital cycle, and stepped out of his room. He perked his wings, hearing people downstairs. He wasn't looking forward to dealing with Knock Out… Hopefully it was Breakdown.
The Seeker descended the stairs and walked to the energon room.
"Morning, Stars!" Knock Out said a little too… Joyfully.
Starscream raised on optical ridge, not trusting this smiling, happy Knock Out. What was he up to?
"Morning…" He greeted cautiously, glancing around in case there was an ambush.
"I prepared some additives for you here." Knock Out gestured to several energon cubes. "I have goodies in this cupboard and if you need more additives they are over here." He pointed. "I am off to work. Breakdown will be home so seek him out should you need anything, Seeker." He then gestured a peace sign at the jet. "Peace out!"
Starscream watched the speedster leave in complete confusion. Why was he acting like this? He then glanced at the energon. It must be poisoned.
"Morning!" Breakdown greeted as he entered the energon room. "Hope you recharged well."
"Yes, I did." He flicked his wings. "Did Knock Out poison these?" He gestured to the cubes.
"What makes you think that?" Breakdown asked in confusion, removing an entire energon cake out from behind some cubes, clearly having hidden it from Knock Out.
"He was unusually giddy…" Starscream flicked his wings again, glaring at the cubes, knowing they were there to kill him.
"Oh! Well," Breakdown set down the cake on the table. "Um, no, he didn't poison your energon. He's just… Happy."
"Why? He wanted to leave me on the streets yesterday…"
"Err, um…" Breakdown hesitated. "I didn't want him to yell again so I… I kissed him…. Downstairs… It makes him nice."
Starscream raised an optical ridge, quickly getting it before smirking. "What kind of glossa you got, Breakdown? You can make even Knock Out act like that? Damn, do you do glossa workouts or something?"
Breakdown swallowed, a little flustered. "No, I just… Really love him." He started to cut into the cake with a knife. "Want some cake?"
Starscream nodded. "Does he not get that often?"
"I'm not discussing anymore with you. That's between me and my mate." He set a slice of cake onto a plate and pushed it to Starscream.
"I'm sure he'll gossip about it."
"Yeah, he does... Some of it." Breakdown took the rest of the cake and walked out.
Starscream raised an optical ridge. No wonder Breakdown was so large… He grabbed his cake slice and a cube and walked out.
The Seeker spent the day watching TV with Breakdown and napping. His sparkling clearly didn't want him to even have the energy to stay online. He was lying on the couch when Knock Out came home.
"Sexy one! I'm home!" He called out, carrying a couple of bags.
"Finally! I almost dieded without you!" Breakdown cried out, acting like he had suffered so.
Are all these two gonna do is be overly dramatic and baby talk each other? Starscream rolled his optics. So annoying.
"I almost dieded without you!" Knock Out proclaimed. "I need kissies from my conjunxie!"
Breakdown trotted over and kissed Knock Out on the lip plates. "All the kissies!"
"I love you." Knock Out smiled, holding the sides of Breakdown's helm.
"I love you more." Breakdown lowered a servo to hold Knock Out's aft.
"I love you moistest." Knock Out purred before the two began to kiss.
Make it stop… Starscream rubbed over his faceplates. They never acted like this on the Nemesis…
"Did my sexy mate get me anything?" Breakdown inquired once they finally broke the kiss.
"The sexy one did get something." Knock Out rummaged in a bag and pulled out something Starscream couldn't quite see. "For tonight." The speedster naughtily smirked.
Breakdown giggled. "You're the best."
"I know I am."
"You two better not keep me up all night." Starscream grunted.
Knock Out's smile disappeared as he turned to face the Seeker. "Keep you up? What do you have to do in the morning? Be delusional?"
"Sweetie…" Breakdown started.
"I don't want to hear you two doing…. Kinky stuff all night."
"Kinky stuff? What do you think we do? BDSM? You're the masochist."
"Then what is that?"
"You think I bought something for interface? You're a pervert. I got a puzzle!"
Breakdown held up the box so Starscream could see. Indeed, it was a puzzle, the image being of zap ponies around a pond.
"You spend your nights playing with sparkling games?" Starscream raised an optical ridge.
"It's not a sparkling game. And, yes, we spend our nights hanging out, playing games, watching TV, snuggling, and other normal activities mates do. You'd know that if you didn't live with an abusive fragger who uses you as his personal whore."
"He does not-"
"I'm not having this argument." Knock Out growled, stomping over with the bags he still held. "Here, I got stuff for you." He opened the bags and started to roughly shove them into Starscream's chestplates. "I got you your own buffer, and wax, and towels for your shower, a datapad, denta brush, denta paste, soap, and-" He just shoved the bags into Starscream. "The stuff you need to be normal! Because at least I'll give you that decency!"
Starscream swallowed, not expecting this kind gesture. He dumbly held the gifts, not sure what to say. His wings lowered, realizing Knock Out did care about him, even if he was still angry and clearly wrong about Megatron.
"You're welcome." He sneered before pivoting on a heel and stomping up the stairs.
Breakdown stood there for a moment, not sure what to say.
"I didn't mean…"
"It's ok." Breakdown said softly. "He knows you're thankful. Just rest, Starscream. Let me handle him." He started for the stairs. "If you need anything let me know. We'll be working on the puzzle."
Starscream watched him leave, then glanced down at the gifts. He opened one of the bags and looked through it, noticing a stuffed toy of a cybercat, A sparkling's toy, but a small gesture that showed Knock Out wanted him to be happy and to have more than just the necessities.
He vented a sigh as he rubbed over his faceplates. Why was this going so badly...?
A few orbital cycles passed, nothing really happened. Starscream kept to himself in his room only coming out for energon and to shower. He had a TV in his room, and with his new datapad he was able to stay entertained. Not like he could do anything else. He was unable to transform, and walking was becoming more difficult with the sparkling. He also napped a lot. Who knew doing nothing but grow a life was so exhausting?
The Seeker stood up, having to grab the berth for balance, and walked out of his room. He made his way downstairs, intending to go to the energon room and get some energon. Breakdown was watching TV, loudly snacking on energon goodies, and Knock Out was at the dining room table tinkering with whatever he was trying to build.
"How are you feeling?" The doctor inquired, never looking away from what he was doing.
"Tired…" Starscream grunted, going into the energon room.
"You have an appointment for an ultrasound tomorrow. If you're going to stay with me, you will have a proper checkup."
Starscream flicked his wings as he grabbed a cube. "Any chance of you swinging me by Megatron's afterwards so I can see if he's done being a grump?"
Knock Out rolled his optics. "I'm not taking you anywhere near Megatron. Stop asking about him."
Starscream walked out of the energon room. "I'm not staying here forever."
"And where would you go? Megatron doesn't want you back, Starscream." Knock Out looked up at him. "He's through with you. He's moved on. He's not going to deal with you anymore when he can find someone who doesn't try to kill him."
"That was one time."
"Starscream, Megatron doesn't care about you. And he cares less about a sparkling…" Knock Out grunted the last part.
"Megatron does care about me! He always has. I've done so much for him, after all."
"Yes, yes, opening your legs for him is 'so much.'" Was the sardonic reply.
Starscream flicked his wings. "I was his first lieutenant. You never moved up the ranks. You were just a lowly medic."
"I was a doctor, not a medic." Knock Out forced a mocking smirk. "And I didn't care about moving up in ranks. I was trying to survive. You know what I saw as a doctor? I saw a LOT of ways I didn't want to die. If surviving meant staying a doctor who stayed behind the lines to tend to the wounded and dying, so be it."
"So, you admit to being a coward."
Knock Out stood up and tossed down what he had been working on. "I did my duty, Starscream. I saved lives. I made sure you had an army to lead. Why are you attacking me? How have I hurt you? I've been trying to protect you from Megatron! I've been your friend when no one else would or could be! I opened my home to you!"
"It's just temporarily…"
"Megatron isn't taking you back!"
"He is!"
"Yeah? Call him. Call him and ask!"
Starscream flicked his wings. "I will."
"Oh? Do it."
"I am."
"Let's see it, glitch." Knock Out gestured for him to do so.
Starscream held out his arm. "I'm doing it." He folded a plate back and pressed in the frequency.
"I'm eagerly awaiting." Knock Out crossed his arms.
"It's dialing." Starscream said it like Knock Out didn't know what that was.
"Put him on hologram. I want to see his face."
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes."
"No!"
"Yes!"
"NO!"
"YES!"
The very grumpy vocalizer of Megatron suddenly sounded. "If you called just to scream, I'm hanging up."
Starscream's wings quickly lowered, sputtering for a moment before he could talk. "Megatron! I-err, was calling to, uh, see if you, uh, might be-"
"Get to the point." Megatron snapped.
"Are you ready to let me back in?"
"No." Was the emotionless reply.
"Megatron, come on." Starscream forced a smile despite Megatron not even being able to see him. "You have made your point clear. I apologize for my mistakes and am ready to return and be-"
"I don't want you back, Starscream." He said it in the same voice.
Starscream swallowed. "You surely do not mean that, my lord. After all, all I have done for you-"
"Is in the past."
"Yes, but I am devoted to you just as much now as I always have been. It is why you love me-"
"I do not love you, Starscream. Stop being delusional."
Knock Out gave Starscream a 'told you so look,' but the Seeker didn't falter.
"What do you want, Megatron? It's kind of too late to abort the sparkling if that's what you still want?"
"I want you to stop calling me."
"You're just going through a phase. It's normal for couples to fight."
"We're not a couple. Goodbye, Starscream."
"Megatron, you must surely see the folly in your-" He stopped when he heard the beep of the call ending. "He hung up…" Starscream said softly.
"I told you so!" Knock Out exclaimed. "He doesn't care about you, Starscream! Not one iota!"
Starscream glared at him, his wings flicking. "He's still just being ridiculous. He'll come around once the sparkling is born. You'll see, and then you'll owe me an apology."
"I'll believe it when it happens." Knock Out defiantly grunted.
Starscream was too angry to reply. He pivoted on a heel and stomped back upstairs. Knock Out sighed when he heard the door slam shut.
"I don't know what to do with him…" Knock Out vented a sigh as he approached Breakdown.
"Be there for him when reality crashes down on him. He will have the truth slapped across his face and will need a friend there to support him." Breakdown replied.
Knock Out sat on Breakdown's lap and hugged his mate. "He gets slapped by the truth literally all the time… And almost beaten to death…"
"Not everyone is so lucky to find a guy like me their first time." Breakdown hugged his mate back.
"I am the luckiest mech alive." Knock Out smiled up at the blue grounder.
"No, I am." Breakdown smiled back before kissing his mate on the lip plates.
Starscream glared angrily at the ceiling when he heard them downstairs being all loud about how much they loved each other and their kissing, and giggling, and whatever else they were up to down there… He didn't want to know.
Starscream lied on a medical berth, looking over at the screen by his helm. Breakdown was on the opposite side of the berth, smiling, more excited than Starscream was about this.
"There you are." The femme smiled as she pointed at the screen, her other servo holding a device over Starscream's abdomen. "This is the helm right here." She explained, showing the sparkling on the monitor. "And here is the torso, there's an arm right here…"
"Wings?" Starscream inquired.
"Hmm, don't see wings… There is something on the back… You can see a little of it here… Difficult to say."
Starscream narrowed his optics. Of course, that old idiot would give him a grounder.
"Oh, what's the sex?" Breakdown eagerly asked.
The femme looked at the screen, having to move the device around before speaking. "You have a mechling!" She proclaimed.
"Awww!" Breakdown squealed.
Starscream bit his lower lip plate, looking at the monitor. He could see the full body of his son, now. He could see facial features. This was really happening. There was a sparkling alive inside of him and here it was. A sparkling. His sparkling.
After they finished and Starscream was given pictures of his sparkling, Breakdown escorted him down the hallways of the hospital. They weren't going straight to the exit like Starscream wanted, though.
"Got time for one more patient?" Breakdown smiled.
Knock Out looked up from the datapad he held, about to go into a room. "Hey, babe. I can't talk long, I have surgery."
Breakdown pecked a kiss to Knock Out's lip plates. "Starscream has a mechling! Show him the pictures!"
"Oh, um," Starscream held up his datapad, revealing the images of his unborn son.
"That's a gremlin. Definitely your son." Knock Out grunted.
"Be nice." Breakdown chastised.
"But, seriously, congrats, Stars. He looks healthy." Knock Out smiled at him.
"Thank you." Starscream said softly.
"Alright, I gotta go. I'll see you two tonight."
"See you later, babe." Breakdown then kissed his mate. "Good luck with surgery."
"Never need it." Knock Out winked before palming open the door and entering the room.
"So, since we're already out of the house, do you want to go anywhere?" Breakdown inquired of the Seeker.
"Hmm? No, I would rather return home. I'm tired. Sparkling and all."
"I understand. I'll get you more cake!"
Starscream glanced back at the datapad, seeing that little blurry face. He would soon see it face to face.
The orns passed, Starscream stayed in his room and suffered, thinking about Megatron and also this sparkling. He was beginning to become concerned that that big idiot wouldn't let him back in. That this was what his life would be like forever. But, surely Megatron would change once the sparkling was out, right?
He would soon find out.
Starscream was lying on his berth watching TV when he felt it. He gasped, feeling the sparkling turning inside of him. Not a normal kick or dream twitching. No, this sparkling was ready to be expelled.
Then he felt the pain.
"Ow." He hissed. "Slag…" He slowly sat up, resting his servos over his abdomen, debating if this was truly the beginning of his labor, or just the sparkling moving around a lot. But then he felt more pain. "Knock Out!"
The summoned mech soon palmed open the door. "What's up?"
"I think I'm in labor. I don't know, I feel…"
"What are you feeling?" He unsubspaced a scanner and began to check the Seeker.
"Like the sparkling is running a marathon inside me…" The silver jet grumbled.
"Yes, you are definitely in labor." Knock Out replied after reading the scanner results. "Let's get you to the hospital. Breakdown! I need you to carry Starscream. He's in labor."
"OH MY PRIMUS THE SPARKLING IS COMING!?" The excited squeals came from downstairs.
He better not squeal the whole time…
Starscream eventually found himself pacing in a hospital room, Breakdown bouncing in his chair, as Knock Out and a nurse helped the Seeker.
"How long do I have to do this?" Starscream growled, wishing the pain he was feeling would cease.
"You have to loosen up. Help the sparkling along." The nurse explained.
"Can I just lie down already?"
"Actually, lying on your back to give birth isn't the best position." Knock Out explained. "It's actually more natural to be leaning over something or take more of a squatting position."
"I don't care! I just want this sparkling out of me!"
"You are not dilated enough." The nurse explained. "You aren't ready yet."
"It's been joors! How am I not dilated enough?!"
"I think the doctor should explain it to you." Knock Out grunted.
"You're a doctor."
"I'm not that type of doctor."
"You've delivered!"
"Emergencies! There is someone actually qualified and knows more about this than me just down the hallway. I rather hear his opinion."
"Ugh!" Starscream moaned, walking over to the berth and climbing on.
The doctor soon came into the room, another grounder and much older. Why couldn't he be a flier? Why were all the doctors grounders?
"How are you feeling?" He inquired of the jet.
"Miserable." Starscream grunted.
The doctor approached and ran a scanner over the Seeker. He studied the results, and then pressed his servo onto the Seeker's abdomen. He felt around for a bit, then shook his helm.
"Mhmm, you're not going to be giving birth. The sparkling is too large."
"Too large?" Starscream perked his wings. "What does that mean? Is he fat?"
The doctor chuckled. "That's one way of putting it. No, you have a larger grounder model in you, by the looks of it. Tank? Yes? Due to the sire being a larger grounder the sparkling is, simply, too big for your model type. But, fret not. Despite your hips being far too small, we can surgically remove the sparkling."
"A C-section? Because of my hips? W-What would happen if I just… Pushed really hard?" Starscream gestured as if he was pushing said sparkling out.
"Then your pelvis strut would tear apart and you'd be in immense pain. A C-section would avoid this and ensure the sparkling, and you, survive."
"Then let's do that." Starscream said quickly.
"Knock Out, do you want to help with this?" The doctor turned to the speedster.
"I've worked on him plenty already." Knock Out shrugged. "Let me sanitize."
Starscream swallowed, more nervous now. He watched as the two doctors prepared for surgery. Breakdown held his servo, as the doctors cleaned his abdomen, grabbed a saw, and pumped him with pain dampeners.
A curtain went up so he couldn't see what was happening, to ensure he wouldn't go into shock. He bit his lower lip plate, listening to the sound of the saw turning on. He squeezed Breakdown's servo tightly, his other servo grasping the edge of the berth. He couldn't feel anything, as they turned off all his sensors for the lower half of his body, but he heard it… And then he felt himself becoming cold. Very cold. His system was warning him about how cold he was getting. His engine started to rev, his fuel pump pumping faster, his HUD now warning him about energon loss.
"Shhh, you're ok." Breakdown patted his arm. "It's going well."
"I'm cold." Starscream said quietly, surprised by just how quiet his vocalizer was.
"That's normal. It's because they had to move your organs out. It reduces the frame's temperature. It's all normal." Breakdown reassured him with a smile.
Starscream looked down, unable to see what was happening, but watching how Knock Out was helping the doctor move something. He heard the saw again, then liquid… He heard what sounded like wires detaching, and then… He heard a whimper.
His wings perked, not sure what that was, but then it sounded again. Louder this time. He saw the doctor moving something up, then Knock Out taking it, and then… A sparkling started to cry.
Starscream's spark jumped. He could feel his spark pulsating inside his chest. He wasn't sure if he was trembling from excitement or what, but he was certainly trembling now. He didn't look away from Knock Out as the speedster finally took a step back and turned to face the jet.
"Congrats, Stars." He smiled, holding up a tiny, fat sparkling, dripping of gestation fluids, flaring his stubby arms as he coughed up fluids.
Starscream couldn't speak, just stared wide eyed at that… Did that come out of him?
He watched dumbly as the nurse helped Knock Out clean off the sparkling, and pat the tiny one's backplates to help get more gestation fluid out of him. The doctor was working on returning all of Starscream's organs to their proper location, but the Seeker wasn't paying attention to him. He couldn't look away from that sparkling.
Knock Out finally handed the jet the little being, partly wrapped in a towel as he kept flaring his arms. The speedster placed him on his carrier's chest, and took Starscream's servos, making sure they were holding the sparkling before he stepped back to give them space.
Starscream looked down at this thing on him, watching as he twitched and began to cry, so angry about being removed from his warm host. Starscream just dumbly looked at those tiny faceplates, not sure if he even saw any of himself in those. It was all so… wrinkly.
"Th-this was inside of me?" He articulated almost in horror.
"Yes, that's your sparkling!" Breakdown beamed.
"H-he's…" Starscream felt like crying. "He's ugly."
Knock Out snorted. "Yes, all sparkling are ugly when they just pop out. Minus me, of course. I was beautiful since conception."
"Oh, stop it." Breakdown rolled his optics. "You're just feeling a lot of emotions right now, Starscream. It is all normal."
"I don't want to feel all these emotions!" Starscream exclaimed, wiping at his optics as coolant began to pour out. "Why am I crying!"
"Minor shock." Knock Out commented. "You're experiencing so many emotions and are simply shocked you had a real sparkling in you. Not an unusual response. Once the drugs wear off you'll feel a little more like yourself."
"Not to mention your programming is all off." Breakdown patted the carrier's arm. "Do you know what you're going to designate him?"
Starscream shook his helm, wiping away some more coolant. At least Megatron wasn't here to see him crying like this… He pulled the sparkling closer to his face, smelling this new scent. It was weird how it calmed him down. Stupid maternal programming.
"Want me to weigh him, or do you want some more time with him?" Knock Out asked gently.
Starscream swallowed, watching as the sparkling was now falling into recharge on him. "Just… A little more."
Knock Out smiled. "Alright."
Starscream was on a med berth in a patient room, his incision welded together and on less powerful pain dampeners. He was connected to an energon drip as he did lose some energon and was very tired from the entire process. But he strangely didn't notice it. He held his sparkling, who was now burrito wrapped in a blanket, and smiled down at him. Maybe it was his maternal programming kicking in, but he felt… Happy.
This was his little sparkling. He was healthy, he was alive, he was…. Not beautiful right now but he was sure that would change. After all, he was the carrier!
"Got you some goodies." Knock Out announced as he entered the room, holding up a box.
"Thank you." Starscream said it without looking away from his sparkling.
"Do you need anything else?" He set the box on the table beside the Seeker.
"No… No, I'm fine." Starscream finally looked up at him. "Would be nice if Megatron was here. He should meet his son."
"Uh huh…" Knock Out rolled his optics as he sat on the chair beside the med berth. "I don't think Megatron should see his son, Starscream." He placed his servos on Starscream's arm. "I don't think it would end well for him."
"Are you claiming Megatron would kill his own son?" Starscream's optics narrowed.
"I'm saying…" Knock Out paused as Breakdown entered the room, carrying energon cubes. "That I don't believe Megatron wants to be a sire."
Starscream flicked his wings. "You're wrong. He does want his son, he wants me, and he's just been… He's just being a grouch! That's it!"
"Starscream, you should rest." Breakdown interjected quickly.
"I am resting!"
"I mean to take a nap. I can hold the sparkling while you-"
"I'm not taking a nap!" Starscream turned back to Knock Out. "Stop talking ill about the sire of my son! You don't know him like I do! He does want to be a sire!"
"He does not! He left you-" Knock Out shouted.
"I'll call him and invite him over!" Starscream interrupted him. "You'll see." He growled, lifting his wrist up and putting in the frequency.
"Starscream..." Knock Out grit his denta, so done. "You need to rest. Please, Starscream, listen to me!"
"It's ringing." Starscream grunted, not looking at the doctor.
Knock Out rubbed over his faceplates, so exhausted by this. Breakdown placed a servo on his mate's shoulder, trying to comfort him.
The sound of the call being answered felt like Knock Out had been punched in the gut. He did not want this on an orbital cycle that should be the happiest orbital cycle for Starscream.
"What do you want?" Megatron's less than thrilled vocalizer sounded.
Starscream's smile grew. "Megatron! Guess what? I gave birth to our son! I'm in the hospital, room 56. Your son is a healthy grounder. H-he's amazing. You need to come meet him-"
"Why do you keep calling me?" Was the guttural response.
"My lord?" Starscream's wings lowered some. "Our son was just born. I'm calling because-"
"It's not mine, Starscream." He said it with such venom in his vocalizer. "It's not mine, it's from whatever idiot you whored yourself out to. I do not want to hear from you."
Starscream's spark jumped at that. "What do you mean? I-I gave birth to your son… We have a sparkling now… We're…. We're a family." His vocalizer got softer and softer with each word spoken.
"Listen and listen well, Starscream." The ice of his vocalizer sent a chill through Knock Out and Breakdown. "I am not the sire of that brat. I am not a 'family' with a bumbling fool like you. I do not want to have anything to do with you ever."
"But…" Starscream swallowed. "We made love…"
"Made love?" The tyrant cackled. "You still think I love you!? I never loved you, Starscream! I fragged you because I could! Who else could I frag during the war that wasn't a whore? You were never special to me! You did your job in the Decepticon forces, which is now disbanded, and was nice for some overloads. That's it. And I'm bored with you. I'm done with your constant sniveling, your delusions that I want to have a sparkling or life with you… I'm done. Find someone else to throw yourself at."
"But… W-what about the date you took m-me on? W-we went to the beach and-"
"Beach...?" Megatron growled. "I went to clear my processor and allowed you to come along! I never intended to 'date' you, Starscream! And the frag was just a frag! You're incredibly delusional. I don't care about you!"
Starscream felt his spark dropping as coolant began to fill his optics. "Y-you don't mean th-that, Me-"
"I do mean it. I'm blocking your frequency. Unless I want a frag, you won't hear back from me. Be someone else's problem."
And with that, the call ended.
Knock Out looked up at Starscream. "Stars, I-"
"H-he never loved m-" Starscream swallowed, the coolant beginning to leak out now. "H-he doesn't mean-He doesn't love me…" He placed a servo over his mouth, looking away, but the venomous words kept stabbing his spark as he heard them over and over again in his processor.
"Oh, Starscream." Knock Out stood up so he could hug the Seeker as he began to cry. "He's an aft. That's all he ever was. You deserve better."
"Forget about him." Breakdown piped up. "You don't need him."
"Listen, Stars, you are going to stay with us for however long you need to. I actually do give a slag about you."
But the Seeker couldn't stop his bawling, the reality finally making itself clear. If Megatron wouldn't see his own son…. Then it was truly over. He didn't want an heir, or a mate. He wanted a frag toy. And when that frag toy became broken with a sparkling… He was disposed of like trash.
If he hadn't become sparked, maybe he might still have had a future with Megatron, but… If a sparkling fractured that…
"Fracture…"
"Hmm?" Knock Out cocked his helm to the side.
"M-my sparkling," The jet managed to say between sobs. "His designation i-is Fracture."
"Fracture is a good designation." Knock Out said quickly, wanting to soothe the Seeker. "How about Breakdown take Fracture and you and I talk privately? Sound good?"
Starscream slowly nodded, wiping at the coolant, trying to keep his sobs in check. Breakdown gently took the newborn and exited the room. Knock Out waited until his mate had closed the door behind him before taking Starscream's servo in his.
"What do you need me to do right now?" Knock Out asked firmly, but lovingly.
"I-I don't-" Starscream couldn't finish as the sobbing resumed.
"Let it out. It helps." He vented a soft sigh. "I'm going to take care of you, Starscream. Don't… Don't think your life is over. Megatron is an idiot who just hurts and uses people. He has always been a terrible person. And what he has done to you… Is wrong. You are not the problem." He said the last part firmly.
"I-I just don't understand what I-I did wrong." He cried.
Knock Out grabbed a cloth and wiped at Starscream's optics. "You did nothing wrong, other than believe he cared about you. But that's what abusers like him do. They lie and trick people into thinking such things. You weren't the first and are far from being the last."
"I-I guess y-you did tell me…"
"I did. But I'm not going to say so right now. What I'm going to do is make sure you get some rest, consume plenty of energon, and enjoy your sparkling." He paused. "If there's one good thing you got out from being with that monster it's your son."
"B-but what's the point? I-I was supposed to have his sparkling so th-that-"
"You have a sparkling because Primus knows you need a distraction. Many people have sparkling with partners who leave them. It's not the end of the world. It's just the beginning of a new chapter."
"I-I can't be a carrier. I-I don't know what to do…" He wiped at his optics, beginning to calm down some.
"I'm going to be here to help you. Breakdown loves sparklings. You're in good servos, Stars."
Starscream swallowed, biting his lip plate as he thought. Then he heard his vocalizer again, saying those cruel words, and the bawling resumed.
Knock Out rubbed over his faceplates, wanting to beat a certain someone to death with a metal rod. But, he needed to be here for his friend.
But he was right, after all.
Hey, been a while. I haven't written anything in like 3 years due to stalkers. That situation is getting better. Not over, but much better. I got Homeland Security involved and now have the names and addresses of the people who have tried harming me. Yeah, you can imagine shit is about to go down. ;) You can follow the updates for that at my website: The Vegan Dragon
Anyway, I was commissioned to write this by a friend. She is paying for it. I don't do this for free. At the time of publishing this, the fic is over 600 pages long. I have no idea how much more it will go on for...
The client is a huge Transformers: Prime fan with Prime Starscream being her true love and obsession. Now, she has kept some of my headcanons I have for reproduction and culture, but there are changes. So don't be surprised if you see new headcanons concerning the species and how they live. The biggest thing is she has her Seeker headcanons being VERY different from mine. And this is Prime universe, so the history and everything is different from what I usally write about which is G1/IDW G1. The cartoon and the books about the cartoon are what's canon for this fic.
There will be so much drama in this fic, I'm so sorry for the shit you're going to end up reading. These two gay, robot bitches will be ridiculous. I am partly to blame as I encouraged it with the client.
Please, comment, fave, share, all of that good jazz! I really don't have much to say for this note other than I hope you guys enjoy, I'm sorry for disappearing, and I can't wait to be done with the stalkers and be back to doing what I love: Making you guys hate me as I abuse fictional characters you love! XD