New Beginnings

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  1. Cyberstoned

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    *sequel to Learning to Fly, follows directly after Starscream's rebirth.*

    First Aid sat staring blankly at the wall. He wasn’t sure why Ratchet had sent him down here in the first place, Optimus was perfectly fine. He grumbled to himself. Optimus was in fact fine. But it wasn’t because he was ready, no, he sensed something distressing. First Aid peered up at the leader when he moved his arm, “Optimus! You’re awake!”

    The little sparkling was in the med bay with the two giants who had taken him away from his caretaker, and now there were a lot more of them. They were all standing inside the doors and on the outside trying to get in to where he was hiding under Ratchet, too much in awe to listen to Ironhide and the medic about getting out. He let out an ear and audio sensor searing scream, causing the humans to duck and cover their ears as they run and the sound actually caused all of the Autobots to cover their audio sensors. He was scared of everyone trying to poke him and when he felt the waking of his caretaker he instantly wanted to go to him, but he couldn’t find a way out, as the door that he had come in had a lot of optics staring at him, watching him. They were more surprised the little critter could let out that much noise from its itsy bitsy vocals and he muttered something, blinking.

    “So I am,” he stated as he moved to sit quickly, his voice was low and calm as he said that. As if he was aggravated at someone or something. Even though Optimus was still weak, he instantly went to stand.

    “But you’re not nearly ready to come out of recharge, sir,” First Aid stood up and moved in front of his leader.

    Optimus searched for what was distressing. It was as if he felt something akin to him missing and very frightened, it was the sparkling. He looked around the room curiously, before honing in on the sensation. He could feel that the sparkling was frightened and A powerful urge wanting to go to the call that came through his audios.

    The sound of thunder ran through the base and they could feel his feet hitting the ground. It was big, it was running and it was headed right for them. Everyone turned to look down both corridors, finding nothing, as the sound came from all around. Finally someone saw him and looked up at him. Wheeljack suddenly was so surprised his emergency lights flickered, since he was hazmat pickup catching everyone else’s attention.

    “Run for cover!” Sideswipe suddenly yelled, as he broke free of the crowd and started running backwards, pulling Sunstreaker with him, “He doesn’t look happy, guys!" No one got in the way of a Prime and his sparkling.

    With that, Sideswipe and his brother booked down the other way, quickly followed by the younger ones who grabbed the humans as they darted, but Wheeljack, Prowl, Ratchet and Ironhide didn’t move. Wheeljack moved out of Optimus’ way as he moved forward, getting to the door just as he saw something in the air in front of him that gave him a sudden feeling of relief over him as he made some chirping sounds and then he gave out a soft resonating hum. The sparkling went right at him, and just then Optimus felt what it was and who and he smiled.

    “Optimus, you have a sparkling?” Prowl asked.

    He gave no answer instantly, his attention was diverted heavily, only looking down at the sparkling with soft optics, another soft hum resonating from him before he finally answered the curious ones, “Yes,” his optics still pinned on the sparkling that was comfortably latched onto the chest armor of the Prime, pulling at armor until Optimus answered him with opening his chest enough so the sparkling could crawl through and there he sat, right next to his caretaker’s spark, chirping happily while muttering in his strange language.

    “But how?” Wheeljack suddenly asked, watching the sparkling disappear under it’s caretaker’s armor, he approached cautiously before a sudden glimpse of something caught his optic and he peered around his leader at everyone who was down the corridor watching apprehensively. Sam was down on the ground pointing to Optimus, “Is… is he purring?” he whispered to the first one he saw, was Sunstreaker, who just shrugged. They went back to watching.

    “One sliver of the Allspark and the Matrix,”

    “Does it have a designation yet?”

    “Yes, in fact, he does,” Ratchet smiled as he stared down at the spot where the sparkling disappeared, recognizing the behavior, “His name is Starscream,” he spoke the name in English this time. This time everyone heard it, and there was the thundering of footsteps as they ran back to the med bay, Optimus spun to look, all of them had shocked faces. The humans were also shocked as they perched on Bee and Sideswipe.

    Well that wasn’t expected. Everyone gaped at Ratchet and their gazes went to their leader, “Starscream? Why that name? He died! Why would you name a sparkling after someone we watch die, Optimus?”

    “He isn’t dead,” Optimus felt the sparkling wanting to get out, so he shifted some metal and his chest parted slight to allow him out. Starscream moved to Optimus’ shoulder, looking now down on everyone curiously. He knelt down, going to all fours and leaning out so he could see them better. Optimus put his arm up for the little seeker and he took the hint, perching himself on his hand, “He’s right here,”

    Sam stare was shared by everyone, “How is that possible?” Prowl asked, fritting his processors for any logical explanation.

    “Primus is full of surprises,” Optimus smiled as the sparkling regarded everyone, then the humans curiously, tilting his head and chirping at them before he leapt down from his perch, now too curious to just continue to look, he wanted to touch. Sam took a step back when he saw the red optics. The sparkling twittered at him and took a step closer. His bright, red optics filled with childlike curiosity.

    “Don’t be afraid, Samuel, he won’t hurt you,”

    “But that’s Starscream! It’s like reincarnation, a little freaky,” Sam watched the sparkling when he tilted his head again. He suddenly beeped and muttered something, approaching slowly; he got closer then reached out his small claws to Sam. Sam suddenly wasn’t all that brave, leaning back as the claws got closer. Starscream didn’t stop trying to touch the squishy and he leaned closer, he lightly poked him. Sam jumped back, and the sparkling withdrew his claw, muttering again. It was quite comical seeing Sam’s reaction and the face that crossed the little seeker.

    When Sam finally took a good hard look at the seeker, he noticed he didn’t look like the Starscream he knew, he looked different. A lot different, “If that’s Starscream, then why does he look so different?”

    “Because that’s his Cybertronian proto-form,” Optimus answered as he saw the teen looking Starscream up and down, simply amazed at the intricacies of how he was built.

    Ratchet interrupted Sam and Starscream as he made a sound like a deep growl, something akin to ‘clearing the vocal processors’, “Optimus, I took the liberty of running complete scans on him, he is perfectly healthy. He’s using Seeker sparkling language, however, and I cannot understand it. Never could, for some reason.” Ratchet looked up at his tired leader, his right optic twitching, “And you need to rest.”

    Hidden from view, Frenzy was determined to find out how to shut down the plasma cannons that were killing off the Decepticons. He learned about it about 8 years prior, when Barricade told him that something was shooting down Decepticons like they were meteors. Even though they were with the Autobots, both of them had another agenda, Barricade had formulated a plan to get into the place. He used an excuse to not get a million questions about his different alt form. He set it up that he was someone who belonged to another someone who was there for ‘observation’. Therefore, no one suspected him or his ‘car’ which was a Black Saleen Mustang, but it was no longer a cruiser.

    He was a good little hacker, and if anyone could get the cannons shut down, it was him.

    “How is it coming along?”

    “Slowly,”

    “Hurry it up, they’re going to start wonder what I am doing here so late.”

    “You’re a car, who suspects a car?”

    “That doesn’t matter, I don’t belong here now.” He stressed the words to give Frenzy a hint that he meant business, “Ok, fine.”

    Frenzy worked quickly, connecting himself with the computers, setting himself undetected as he went about searching files. He was quick to find out a lot of information, including the power source, the way it ran, which was not all that dissimilar to Cybertronian.

    “Got it,” he disconnected and sped out of the computer room, the cameras never seeing him because of his ability to cloak, and he skittered out. Just then he had tripped a silent alarm, but Barricade made quickly of getting out of there, disappearing in the traffic as the cops and everything headed in the opposite direction. Frenzy watched, “They are slow, ‘Cade.”

    “Primitives,” he paused, “You have what we need?”

    “Yes,” and he started rambling as he sent data bursts to Barricade. Barricade wasn’t pleased. This would be harder than he thought to disarm it. They needed to get in there and disarm it, but the humans protected that place so much, could they possibly break through the defenses? If they were to try something like that, would it spare the other Decepticons who were waiting on Mars and the moon enough time to get to Earth and not get shot at?

    / Barricade to Thundercracker. / The shock trooper sent.

    / Thundercracker here, report. /

    / It will be risky, and there will probably be casualties, but I believe we can attack the power source and get the cannons offline long enough for you all to get here. /

    / How long? /

    / I am not sure, yet, but I think if they were off for a few short seconds, then if they fired, they would miss because they would most likely be out of calibration from the sudden shut down. /

    / Good news. I will report to the red planet about it and get them here, it will take about an Earth day to get them here and I will signal you. Thundercracker out. /

    No one ever saw the mysterious guy, who had gone to the facility again, and he was suspected of stealing something, but they had no proof and he apparently completely vanished. He reformed into his cruiser mode which he had in his memory and returned to the Autobots getting a startling reading.
     
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    He will be raised by the Autobots and Skywarp and Thundercracker.
     
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    Where There is a Will, There is a Way

    That is Starscream?” Came a deep baritone voice. Starscream shied from the voice. He sounded angry and mean. His attention diverted to the small silver form that was sitting on Barricade’s shoulder, blinking and staring at him.

    “The almighty Starscream, Air Commander of the Decepticons reduced down to this little runt?” Frenzy asked, his blue optics blinking as he leaned down to see the little sparkling closer. Starscream automatically backed up from the prying optics, muttering something they didn’t understand.

    “Re-sparked,” Optimus’ optics narrowed at Barricade. He didn’t like how Barricade and Frenzy were speaking of said seeker.

    Barricade laughed, his laugh followed by a mechanical maniac’s giggle, “He can’t speak either?” Barricade really should watch how he speaks of a sparkling that belongs to a Prime, “He can, just none of us can understand it, since Seeker sparklings only use this tongue.” His voice was low as he spoke, almost like a warning to the shock trooper to shut his vocal processors.

    Starscream gave an indignant growl at the two who were sizing him up. He really wasn’t liking them right now. It didn’t do much for the Decepticons as they looked down at him and started to chuckle and then started laughing at him. Barricade lowered his hand to the sparkling, who was now speaking to himself constantly in his own language. The Shock Trooper went to poke at Starscream, still surprised the supposed Second in Command of the Decepticons was now this tiny sparkling. He was even more surprised when said sparkling took the opportunity to bite the offending claw. He didn’t want this mean bot to be anywhere near him and he backed up after he released his bite after hearing Barricade growl. Barricade leaned forward, glaring at the biter, who glared back.

    Even in his tiny form, Starscream was already showing signs in his behavior that was definitely him. Barricade went to lift his hand near the sparkling and then with a quick move of his fingers, he poked the seeker again. Starscream backed up, his little legs skittering as he turned and darted for his caretaker. He was scared of this guy. Why was he poking him? Who did he think he was, anyways? Optimus let out another soft hum to the Seeker as he climbed up his abdomen to his chest plate and poked at him until his caretaker let him in to hide from the offending bot.

    Barricade recognized the hum, “He’s… your sparkling?” that made him drop his hand in surprise. He knew the hum that Optimus was sending to the sparkling was something only sent between caretakers and their young. Optimus nodded, seeing the shock on Barricade’s face plates. He could still hear Starscream twittering and chirping in his chest armor. He could feel Starscream’s agitation.

    “How?” Okay, a sparkling is one thing. A sparkling of Starscream could be explained by Wheeljack, he was sure, but Starscream as a newly-sparked sparkling? Huh?

    “A Prime never reveals all of his secrets,” Optimus smiled with one of those ‘I know something you don’t know’ smiles and looked down at his chest when he felt Starscream trying to make an energon connection with him. Starscream wasn’t old enough to produce self sustaining Energon, so that meant he was dependant on his caretaker for his feedings. Not like he minded, it was a type of bonding when he offered to initiate feeding by tapping the special lines he could hook up to. Optimus felt the tap and opened the ports for him as he did. Ah, the simplest of things were so the best.

    Barricade and Frenzy both watched Optimus curiously, trying to figure him out. After deciding that he wasn’t going to tell them anything else, they both sulked out of the office. Barricade had originally gone to tell Optimus about the other Decepticons that were still in space, and yet, he had been alerted to something that even he was sort of speechless about.

    What would Thundercracker think? And Skywarp? He initiated a transmission.

    / I will be at the power supply station in a few cliks. Are you all prepared for entry? /

    / Affirmative. /

    / When you land, I will need to secure that you guys aren’t shot at. /

    / Didn’t you speak with Optimus? /

    / Uh…/ the line went dead for a short second.

    / Barricade? /

    / I didn’t speak to him about it, Sorry / how was he going to tell the seeker that their leader and wing mate was re-sparked into a bubbly sparkling? Heh. He and Frenzy headed to the station and there he sought out the perimeter, “You know what to do, Frenzy,”

    No answer.

    “Frenzy?”

    “Yeah, yeah,” Frenzy groaned. He knew what this entailed, and he knew he was gonna get shot at and whatnot, but to get the others here, he would do it. Besides, it’s not like they could kill him. He wasn’t so easily killed, just as the people years prior found out.

    Frenzy opened the door to the cruiser and scuttled in behind the fence. Barricade watched Frenzy as he went beside the building, taking out the cameras as he got to them. He planned it out so the cameras wouldn’t even see what hit them. Of course, this alerted the security within the building and the alarms went off. Now was the time to move, when the humans were in disarray.

    Frenzy darted into the suddenly opened door as people piled out. They hadn’t seen him because he was for one thing too fast, the other, they weren’t looking for him. He moved through the corridors, hiding in closets and rooms until he made his way to the main room. Other people were still in there. Slag.

    / Three humans in the main computer room. /

    Barricade acknowledged Frenzy and suddenly transformed, stepping over the fence to get the attention of the humans. This was part of their plan anyways. People would be too confused by Barricade being there than to protect the inside, and they knew it. Barricade walked around from the side until he was face to face with the humans who were still looking for whoever disabled the cameras.

    Frenzy listened as someone yelled something over the intercom and the three in the computer room fled. Time for action. He moved to the computer, quickly hooking himself up to it as he searched for the power reactors, he signaled them to shut down. More alarms went off in the building as the power went out, the cannons powering down themselves as Frenzy disconnected from the computer, /Now!/

    / Thundercracker, bring them in! /

    Barricade continued to talk around, the stinging pings of the bullets more of an annoyance than anything, but he made no move to hurt them, no move to threaten them, he just stalked around as they shot at him until Frenzy scampered out of the building. He transformed and opened his door, then bolted through the fence, watching it spark he severed the electricity in it and disappeared down the road. He made sure he was far away from the scene when he heard Optimus suddenly call him, “Barricade where are you?”

    “En route through Tranquility, sir,” Barricade lied.

    “I need you to go to these coordinates and secure the area, I just got a message about a Decepticon walking around the facilities.”

    “A Decepticon?” Barricade smirked, hiding it in his voice.

    Starscream was worried now. He felt the worry from his creator creep into him and he suddenly started poking at the chest of his creator’s armor until he was let out, he skittered around Optimus until he finally came to rest on his shoulder, looking over at him curiously. Beep?

    Optimus countered the look as he reached for him and held him out to Ratchet, “I need to go find out what is wrong out there, Barricade is en route now,” he looked to Sideswipe and Sunstreaker and Ironhide, “You all, with me.”

    Starscream watched as Optimus headed out the open door. Wait! What about him? Why was he leaving him? Starscream struggled in Ratchet’s grasp, trying to pull himself free to be with his creator. He didn’t want to be separated. Ratchet struggled to hold onto the struggle Seeker, trying to hold him hard without hurting his wings, “Starscream, settle!” Ratchet knew this was the first time that Optimus left him behind, and he also knew it was going to be hell trying to keep him grounded.

    Starscream growled and still tried to get free, he pulled hard at the grasp, and when it wouldn’t let up, he bit down on the offending hand. Needless to say, the surprise enough got him free, and then he bolted from Ratchet, far enough to turn and watch him shaking his hand furiously. He was cussing up a storm too. Starscream grinned in satisfaction. He leapt into the air and transformed, headed right out the open door like a bird that just became free. He went out and up.

    Starscream totally forgot about his creator as he played in the sky. He went up and down, all over, going from one end of the base to the other and back again. Ratchet watched him, hoping he wouldn’t take off and leave. Starscream proceeded to play in the vastness that was about him, spinning, turning and ratchet couldn’t help but smile watching him. He remembered the old days for a short moment, then remembered the now, and what Seekers loved to do best. Fly.

    Starscream was happily bounding all over the base until he picked something strange up on his sensors. Something that was akin to himself. Curiosity got the better of him. Were there other seekers to play with? Ratchet watched in horror as Starscream bolted through the air off the base and dread washed over him as he suddenly ran towards the exit, leaping and transforming as he started to drive, his entire body bouncing off the ground at least twice from the momentum of the leap and speed.

    Whatever the signatures were, he was getting closer to them. He could sense them strangely. As if other visions opened for him. When he got closer, he went to the ground; landing and he proceeded to walk as he approached what appeared to anyone else as a meteor crash site.

    There were three said meteors lying there. Starscream hide behind a tree as he watched one start to unfold and stand erect, looking around with blood red optics. As if scanning the area for the first time, Thundercracker, completed his scan and then stopped, doubling back as he sensed another Cybertronian near. He froze. They didn’t want to fight, and his optics descended upon a tree.

    Starscream felt the optics on him and suddenly felt very afraid. His fear wasn’t unfelt by his creator and he started to panic, sending the panic to Optimus as well. His panic went to sheer fright as he heard someone come up behind him. Thundercracker watched the small tree, and then his sensors picked up someone else, and Ratchet appeared before them, skidding to a halt as he came upon the three Decepticons there. Skywarp unfolded and so did Soundwave.

    / Optimus, you are never going to believe this. / Just Ratchet’s voice made Optimus worry.

    / Where is Starscream? I can feel something isn’t right! / And he was inbound.

    Starscream felt the curiousness of the Seeker who was looking at him, and he, himself wanted to see the seeker and he looked around the tree, muttering, “Who are you?” he spoke in his own language. Since Starscream had no reason to fear a Decepticon, his fear disappeared as he started to peek further and further from the tree until he was in full view. Soundwave and Skywarp were now staring at the tree and Ratchet transformed, his open aqua optics going to the tree. Dread washed over him, “Starscream,” he whispered, “Don’t move,”

    Thundercracker couldn’t believe what he had just heard from the small Cybertronian and Skywarp took a step closer. Starscream backed slightly as they closed in on him, turning his head when he heard Ratchet. When he did, everyone else looked. SLAG. Ratchet looked up to the Seekers and the Communications Officer, “How did you get here?” His processor was trying to decide the best course of action to get the sparkling away from the impending danger.

    “We are not here to fight, Ratchet, we want to live in peace,” Thundercracker spoke to Ratchet, showing that he was unarmed. Everyone else nodded and showed that they were not armed.

    “What are you doing here?”

    “We have been stuck on Mars and the Moon for years, we know about the humans using plasma cannons to shoot the others from the sky,”

    Plasma cannons? Shoot who? What?! Ratchet’s attention went back to Starscream who muttered something else. Thundercracker gave the sparkling a raised ridge and replied with the same tones and signals, in which Starscream looked up and slowly started to approach Thundercracker, warily.

    / Ratchet, we are close, what is going on? Where is Starscream? /

    / Optimus, Starscream is talking to Thundercracker. /

    There was a deafening silence on the comm. link. Ratchet knew this silence, / They want to defect. /

    / How did they get near him? /

    / After you left, he escaped my grasp and… found them. /

    Muttering from the three seekers took Ratchet’s attention from the com link. He saw Thundercracker reach down to Starscream and Starscream reached up to him. Deep down Ratchet was scared that they were going to hurt him, but they made no moves to do so, “Ha, would you believe it?”

    “What?” Soundwave asked as he softly pet Ravage at his knees where he had sat down to watch the interaction.

    “This little guy says his name is Starscream!”

    Optimus approached quickly. A little too quickly, unfolding and transforming on the fly as he did so, sliding to a stop to the two seekers and the main seeker who had his sparkling in his hands. Starscream had felt him coming and leapt to him, curling up to him, instantly headed for his chest, where Optimus had it ready for him to go, “What is going on here?”

    “Optimus,” Thundercracker said, “We don’t wish to fight, we wish to be in peace,”

    “How did you get here?”

    “Barricade and Frenzy disabled the human’s plasma cannons.”

    “The cannons that wiped out the entire fleet of Decepticons,” Skywarp remarked, heatedly.

    Plasma Cannons? Huh? The humans were going to get a talking to, “Barricade harmed humans?”

    Just then, as if on cue, Barricade arrived, looking to everyone, feeling rather sheepish, yet proud his plan worked, “No humans were harmed in our retrieval method,”

    Frenzy giggled furiously as he pounced on Rumble, completely ignoring the Shock Trooper and Optimus. Soundwave watched the interactions of the young ones and a smile crossed his face plates, but that was well hidden by the visor and the plate over his face, which he never retracted.

    Optimus started to hum to Starscream again as he felt him getting low on energon and winding down from his experience. All of the Decepticons except Barricade gave Optimus a shocked look, “That’s your sparkling?” Skywarp asked.

    “Yeah, I forgot to tell you guys why I couldn’t speak to Optimus about your entry,” Barricade said, watching their confused expressions.

    Soundwave watched curiously. He was not only curious how Prime had created a sparkling, but he wanted to know why he had designated it Starscream, “Designation reasoning: Wrong.”

    Optimus looked to Soundwave, “No, he really is Starscream,”

    “How is all this possible? We know that Starscream bit the dust,” Skywarp said, a little offended that they would name a Sparkling after their friend.

    Optimus nodded to them, “Just know that Primus works in mysterious ways,”

    Both Thundercracker and Skywarp’s jaws nearly fell off, their serrated teeth visible as they did so, “You’re saying that that little sparkling really is Starscream?” They weren’t sure whether they wanted to laugh or stomp the little shit to pieces.

    “Indeed,” Optimus answered.
     
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    If I Cannot Move Heaven, I Will Raise Hell

    It could have been little Starscream’s fault, but he only spoke in that strange Seeker language, so there was no use asking him.

    It could have been Frenzy’s fault too, but Frenzy decided to speak so fast, There was no trying or wanting to try to talk to him.

    It may have been Rumble who did it too, but there was no way anything was coming from his vocal processor unless it was sardonic or having nothing to do with the issue at hand, and Sunstreaker knew it.

    Said twin glared down at them all. He knew it was one of them, but he couldn’t prove it. All three of them were doing their best to look innocent and try not to laugh their little afts off at the now splattered pink warrior. Sunstreaker clearly heard someone not too far off snicker, and then they went to the ground with a metallic thud, nothing but laughter coming from them and Sunstreaker snorted as he realized who it was, “Shut it, Sides, I know one of these little pit spawns did it!”

    He was right. It was Starscream’s idea, in the first place, and Frenzy and Rumble thought it would be most fun to join in.

    All the said little ones still stood innocent as could be until Sunstreaker turned his head and they couldn’t hold back their laughter. Sunstreaker turned quickly, glaring at them, and they swore he was going to rip them apart. What were they laughing at, besides the obvious?

    “Did Sunny get his paint all messed up?” Sideswipe mocked his brother as he laughed out loud, but keeping silent to the 2 behind Sunstreaker. Sunstreaker didn’t even take his eyes off the three in front of him, debating on how many different ways he was going to torture each one. Sideswipe nodded quietly to ones who were hovering over Sunstreaker’s head, and suddenly Sunstreaker felt bangs against the top of his head. One bomb was a greenish color in substance as it hit and it smelled wicked. Sunstreaker’s ole factory sensors told him it smelled of sulfur, but it didn’t look like sulfur, and sulfur didn’t crack when it hit, nor did it break open like that.

    Sunstreaker’s optic twitched darkly. He wasn’t just mad, oh no, he was beyond infuriated. The three who were standing in front of him were now giggling madly at him as they watched him with the shock on his face. It was priceless. Sunstreaker had all he could take and just then he snarled and lunged at the three in front of him, choosing to ignore the two who left as soon as they had done their dirty deed, rules be damned.

    Starscream let out a loud chatter, in which the other two seekers heard distinctly as ‘RUN!’. Frenzy and Rumble both looked at each other and bolted as Starscream yelled that sound. Everyone heard the clattering of small feet and the cackling they all did as they ran down the corridor, and they all shook their heads when they heard louder footsteps and sliding of the one they pranked. All of them were curious however, why he was chasing them and yelling profanities and Optimus stuck his head out of the door to first pick up the rancid smell that followed Sunstreaker. The humans smelt him coming before he even got there and all of them bolted from him yelling something about how badly he stunk and to take a bath. Well, this didn’t go over the poor twin’s demeanor any better and he promised to catch the pit spawned hellions.

    Starscream had bolted into Optimus’ office first, winging it around the door threshold with dead accuracy and he unfolded and landed on Optimus’ shoulder, leaning out the corridor to see Sunstreaker still chasing Rumble and Frenzy. After that, he figured that Rumble and Frenzy both darted for Soundwave, and he leapt from Optimus’ shoulder, transforming and he flew after them to see for himself, still grinning. As he rounded the next corridor, he was abruptly stopped by force enough to knock him out of the air, stumbling backwards; he started chattering in his tongue at whoever knocked him out of the air like that. As he recovered himself, he felt the touch of someone grab him and tighten down on him, one hand over each wing, his arms and legs dangling freely, “Gotcha, you little monster!” Sunstreaker grinned widely as he held his prize.

    Meep? Starscream kicked his legs like crazy and squirmed in Sunstreaker’s hold, “Oh no, you are all mine, Seeker!” Sunstreaker carried his prized possession away, down the corridor he once came from, headed for the human’s kitchen. He knew what to do with this one. He looked up online a few different sticky substances that could be found in a human kitchen.

    Starscream found that struggling against the yellow twin’s grasp was futile and he stopped. Sunstreaker, afraid he had killed him lifted him and turned him in his hand, but much to his dismay, there hung Starscream. His arms folded heavily over his chest and he was glaring. What a pitiful glare, “It won’t save you,” Sunstreaker threatened, “If it was war you guys wanted, it is war you are going to get.” He looked through each of the cupboards before finally reaching in with his large fingers and plucking something that read syrup. Starscream watched the stuff for a few seconds. He had no idea what it was, but he had a feeling by the malicious look in Sunstreaker’s optic that it wasn’t good. They would rue the day they messed with him like that. Starscream looked up at the bottle, then at Sunstreaker as he started to make a sound. Sunstreaker watched him a moment, then as he started to get louder and louder, he pinched the bottle, letting it all fall all over the little seeker’s body, and he dropped him as he was screaming, making a beeline for the exit of the building, where he found Mikaela, Sam and William. They were all giving him disgusted looks and holding their noses, “Sunstreaker, get a bath!”

    Sam waved his hand in front of his face, “Get away, man, you stink!” Sunstreaker gave Sam a glare, plotting his demise for another time as he heard the snickering of 2 small unmistakable metal critters. Sunstreaker moved Sam, using his hand to reveal Frenzy and Rumble, who about leapt before realizing they were found and running as fast as their little legs could carry them. Sunstreaker, never minding the putrid smell that he wreaked of chased after the two.

    Optimus, Thundercracker and Skywarp had appeared in the human’s kitchen when they heard Starscream –well – scream, “At least we know how he got his name, Primus,” Thundercracker covered his audios as he entered the human’s kitchen. He was looking up at them, sitting down, his legs sprawled out in front of him at odd angles and he was oozing something. Thundercracker started chuckling, yet tried to hide his smirk, but it didn’t go over well, he muttered something, and Starscream beeped at him furiously, growling and then went to stand, only to fall on his aft again. He folded his arms and looked up at the three. Skywarp smirked at the growl, he couldn’t help himself. And it was a smirk over a smirk if you considered his already twisted face from hearing what Starscream told them.

    “How did you manage to get maple syrup all over you?” Thundercracker asked with a chuckle as he reached down for little Starscream. Starscream struggled in the slipper and sticky substance to reach for Thundercracker. He grabbed his finger and went to pull but again, he slipped and fell. Optimus reached out with both hands and cupped them under the sparkling gently. Starscream beeped again and then looked to his caretaker, “You will need some cleaning up,” he said gently with that hum. Starscream instantly went to climb towards Optimus chest, but he quickly held his hand out, the sparkling being held by his scruff, “Oh no you don’t, not till you are clean,”

    Starscream growled as he hung there, looking to his caretaker with a bit of disgust and disagreement as he was lifted higher and Optimus turned with him, headed for somewhere to clean him off. Bot hof the seekers stopped their laughing after they spoke to Starscream as he was carried, “Sunstreaker, huh? What did you guys do to him?”

    A series of clicks and beeps and trills came from Starscream as he spoke to them, “We kinda got a little tiny bit carried away,” Starscream admitted.

    “We?” Skywarp asked, slightly confused.

    “Me, Frenzy, Rumble, Buzzsaw and Laserbeak,” Starscream said proudly in beeps and trills.

    Skywarp and Thundercracker about buckled on their legs from laughter as Starscream disappeared with his creator down the corridor, Thundercracker called to Starscream, “What did you do to him?”

    There was no answer from the sparkling, but the seekers heard the giggle fits as they echoed back to them.

    Skywarp and Thundercracker headed back towards the exit when they heard more giggle fits and Sunstreaker yelling profanities at the giggles, “I’m gonna tear you all apart!” he yelled.

    Uh oh. The seekers stopped short when they first got a glimpse of Sunstreaker. He was definitely pink. They both grinned as they looked at him, then they smelt him, both of them seizing a few seconds at the awful smell their wings told them, “Sunstreaker, you need a bath!”

    Ok, so the seekers weren’t searching for the twin’s rage, but they got it as he quickly looked up at the two who spoke. Sunstreaker glared darkly at them. They were right. Everyone was right. He did stink. He also needed to get his paint fixed.

    “Come on, Sunny, let’s get you cleaned up, eh?” Sideswipe said with a chuckle as he approached his enraged brother. Sunstreaker sighed as his dignity dropped to a whole new level of horrible and he went with his brother.
     
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    Starscream was easily taken care of. Optimus often wondered if the sparkling would remember anything from his Decepticon days, but he didn’t press the issue in his own mind. He took grand care of the sparkling, watching him as he grew, watching his curiosities, which oftentimes lead to trouble, like now. He watched as Starscream had taken a particular interest in the humans – One in particular – after a conversation with the other two seekers.

    “Sam, don’t look now, but you have company,” Will said as his eyes peered behind the teen. Sam knew it already, as he heard the small footsteps as he approached him. William was smirking at the fact that Sam still flinched from Starscream, so it was all the better to warn him that he was going to have his space invaded by said Seeker, “Again?” he dropped the ball he was throwing in the air and turned slowly, seeing small red optics locked right onto his. Starscream was staring at him intently. This was unnerving to Sam, as he didn’t like being stared at and he only wondered what as going through that small robotic brain of his. The sparkling watched him as he moved, taking in everything about him, as if it was the first time he had seen a human. Chirp?

    Sam tried his best to fend off the small seeker, but the more he tried to get him to go away, the more curious Starscream got. This was included but not limited to the sheer annoyance of having someone over your shoulder all the time.

    Poke.

    “Screamer, come on!” Sam said, using the nickname he had been dubbed because of his really high pitched attention getter. Sam was flustered, he pushed the small seeker away from him lightly, but Starscream stood his ground and gave a defiant growl, which earned him a small smirk from Sam, who found the growls to be more like a puppy trying to scare a Doberman.

    Poke. Silly human.

    Sam looked to Mikaela and Will for help, saying nothing, but his eyes begged to be helped. Mikaela giggled and Will started to laugh at Sam’s expense, especially when Starscream poked him again. Sam yanked his arm from the offending poker and glared at him, “Back off, man!” he pushed Starscream’s poking claw away hard.

    Why is he poking me like this? Do I look like meat to him? “Stop poking me already!”

    Starscream muttered something in his own tongue and stepped closer to Sam, as if challenging him. In a way, he was having fun with learning about humans, and Sam was perfect, or so he thought. He couldn’t speak English to him, but he wanted to learn body language from him. It would make things easier in talking, that was for sure.

    Poke.

    Starscream grinned when he saw Sam go to get up and he suddenly grabbed him by the arm. Sam went to yank away, but Starscream held firm, holding Sam in a way he could look right into his eyes. Chirp? Sam reeled back from the seeker and went to pull away a second time, but Starscream wasn’t releasing him, “Come on, guys, help me out here! He’s got me!”

    “We can clearly see that, Sam,” Will chuckled.

    Poke.

    “Get off me you little monster!” Sam spoke louder, this time getting unwanted attention. It was Ratchet who heard him, and he moseyed his way down the corridor and stopped when he saw what was going on. A smile crossed his face, “I think he likes you, Sam,” Ratchet folded his arms watching, especially to make sure neither hurt the other.

    “I don’t care! What is he gonna do to me?”

    Poke. Sam growled.

    “He’s curious,” Ratchet’s voice was evasive, and it belied the fact that he looked like he wasn’t amused. Clearly he was.

    “You know what happens when aliens get curious about humans, Ratch?” Sam piped up as he watched Starscream grab a lock of hair and examine it. He released all but one hair and yanked the hair free, “They do experiments on them,”

    “Oh? Where did you hear this?”

    “Alien abductions, you know? Don’t you ever look on the internet about human cultures?”

    “Why, yes,” He paused to smirk at Starscream as he got right in Sam’s face, a small beam coming from one of his own optics as he examined Sam further, “What is he doing?” Sam whispered, afraid to move.

    “He is a naturally curious Seeker, and it’s no wonder why he became one of Cybertron’s greatest scientists.”

    “He’s not going to probe me or anything, is he?”

    “It appears as though he may be going onto science again,” Ratchet watched the sparkling as he poked Sam again, this time drawing a minuscule amount of blood.

    “Ow! Stop it!” Sam jerked his arm away and batted at Starscream’s head. Starscream on the other hand was totally engrossed in the blood on the tip of his claw. He touched the blood curiously, muttered something and lifted his claw to examine it further. Sam seemed a little freaked out about Starscream examining his blood, and glared at the CMO, “Get him away from me, Ratchet, he’s gonna probe me or something, I can feel it!”

    Starscream continued to mutter in his trills and sines as he continued to examine Sam, then he stopped and turned quickly, seeing the seekers enter the room. He had heard them coming, and now he wanted answers. He held up the claw that had blood on it to Thundercracker who leaned down to look, “You cut him?” he asked in the tongue the sparkling used.

    “Just a sample,” Starscream admitted with pride.

    “What are you going to do with it?”

    “I wasn’t going to do anything with it,” Starscream muttered, “He has this fluid like Energon?”

    Thundercracker nodded.

    “What are they saying?” Sam eyed the seekers accusingly, then looked to Ratchet who shrugged, “Ask Skywarp or Thundercracker,”

    Both seekers looked to the CMO when they heard their names, the CMO just pointed to Sam.

    Sam, not only being afraid of Starscream was also terrified of the seekers. He avoided them and Soundwave at all costs, knowing what they were, he figured they could be up to no good, not trusting them one bit. They all knew it, especially Soundwave. Skywarp leaned down to see Sam face to face, “You want to know why he hurt you?”

    “Yes – well no – I want to know why he’s so interested in me,”

    “Because he likes you. You are the first human he has examined and he’s also thrilled that you were so cooperative,”

    “Cooperative, huh?” Must have forgotten to tell them I didn’t consent to any of this!

    Skywarp nodded, “He asks that you do not fear him, he wants to be your friend,”

    Sam nearly choked on his own words, “Fr-friend?” He wondered why. The seeker he remembered hated humans. He only stuck around because he had nowhere else to go. He also remembered how he was without friends. How alone he really was.

    “He wishes to learn human body language so he can better communicate with you all,” Skywarp stood erect as he looked to all of the humans, “He will grow much differently having so much contact with humans, you should all give him a chance to try to learn,” It was almost add hearing Skywarp talk like that. He usually wasn’t one to sound all morale like but he was sincere.

    “Why me, though? There’s like Mikaela and Will, even other humans,” Sam grumbled.

    “Ask him,” Skywarp moved behind Thundercracker and headed out with those words. Sam could have kicked Skywarp’s foot. I can’t ask him, you dolt!

    Well that was less than helpful. So little Starscream wants to learn human body language, huh?

    Starscream watched Skywarp leave and his attention went fully to Sam again.

    This time he was going to get through to the thick headed teen if it was the last thing he did, and decided to hit a whole new octave of annoying. He ended up doing something far more irritating than poking him. He copied his every move. Everyone knows there is nothing more annoying. At first it was simple. A tap of the chin, then a furrow of the brow. Then he started following him everywhere, mimicking his every move. It went on for hours sometimes, and it was driving Sam mad.

    “Listen Starscream, I know you want to learn, but following me and copying me won’t get you in my favor or teach you anything.” Sam wasn’t sure if the small seeker understood him, but decided to take a walk, and he knew that Starscream would follow him. He started talking as they walked. Starscream regarded him curiously as he spoke, “You can go around following people, Screamer, it’s annoying,”

    Starscream muttered something with a few chirps and clicks as he listened intently, “I don’t know how you can show interest in what someone is doing, but if you are gonna annoy me like this, you might as well go hide in Prime’s chest again,” Starscream sulked a little. He didn’t like being turned away. He snorted and gave Sam a deep look, hoping the boy would understand.

    Poke.

    “Poking me won’t work either,” Sam found a large boulder and perched on top of it. Starscream walked up on another, balancing himself perfectly, he looked almost like a bird standing there than any robot, “Why do you want to be my friend anyways?” Sam asked and Starscream smiled at him, but only replied with warbles and trills.

    “Listen, it’s like this,” he tried to reason with the seeker as much as possible, “If there was some way you could ask, it would help.”

    Chirp? That was easy enough.

    “Yeah, like that,” Sam nodded as he looked at Starscream, “I wish you could speak English,” he exhaled hard and gave Starscream a side glance, realizing the little bugger was staring again, “And would you quit staring at me!”

    Starscream gave a trilled twitter and growled, making Sam lightly chuckle, “you know, you are rather cute when you do that.”

    Cute huh? I will show you cute! Starscream leaned over and poked him hard, his gaze fell right into Sam’s, he twittered loudly, chirping with beeps and buzzes. Sam couldn’t understand him, he knew, but he wanted to make sure that Sam understood that he meant business. He took a hold of Sam’s arm and leapt down from the rock, pulling Sam along. Of course, Sam balked at the idea and went to pull himself free from the sparkling’s grasp, but to no avail. Each time he tried, Starscream either tightened his grip or stared him down, muttering something.

    Mikaela and Will watched the two sitting on the rocks. They both smirked as they watched their interactions. Starscream would poke or make a noise and Sam would come out with some flustered words and even flipped him the bird, which was a rather big mistake. Starscream copied him. Chirp? Starscream tilted his head with the same vulgar birdie and looked to Sam for an answer.

    “You don’t – You don’t do that, Screamer! Put your hand down!” Sam reached for his clawed hand and put it down, and Starscream grinned. Oh, so that’s what this means, does it? Kinda like Thundercracker and Ratchet’s constant use of Frag or Slag. Hehe.

    He used said claw and poked Sam with it before twittering and a few beeps and chirps came from him. He was laughing. Sam didn’t realize it at first, and then he listened, and joined the sparkling in his small laugh, “You’re a real pain in the ass, you know that?”
     
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    Starscream was easily taken care of. Optimus often wondered if the sparkling would remember anything from his Decepticon days, but he didn’t press the issue in his own mind. He took grand care of the sparkling, watching him as he grew, watching his curiosities, which oftentimes lead to trouble, like now. He watched as Starscream had taken a particular interest in the humans – One in particular – after a conversation with the other two seekers.

    “Sam, don’t look now, but you have company,” Will said as his eyes peered behind the teen. Sam knew it already, as he heard the small footsteps as he approached him. William was smirking at the fact that Sam still flinched from Starscream, so it was all the better to warn him that he was going to have his space invaded by said Seeker, “Again?” he dropped the ball he was throwing in the air and turned slowly, seeing small red optics locked right onto his. Starscream was staring at him intently. This was unnerving to Sam, as he didn’t like being stared at and he only wondered what as going through that small robotic brain of his. The sparkling watched him as he moved, taking in everything about him, as if it was the first time he had seen a human. Chirp?

    Sam tried his best to fend off the small seeker, but the more he tried to get him to go away, the more curious Starscream got. This was included but not limited to the sheer annoyance of having someone over your shoulder all the time.

    Poke.

    “Screamer, come on!” Sam said, using the nickname he had been dubbed because of his really high pitched attention getter. Sam was flustered, he pushed the small seeker away from him lightly, but Starscream stood his ground and gave a defiant growl, which earned him a small smirk from Sam, who found the growls to be more like a puppy trying to scare a Doberman.

    Poke. Silly human.

    Sam looked to Mikaela and Will for help, saying nothing, but his eyes begged to be helped. Mikaela giggled and Will started to laugh at Sam’s expense, especially when Starscream poked him again. Sam yanked his arm from the offending poker and glared at him, “Back off, man!” he pushed Starscream’s poking claw away hard.

    Why is he poking me like this? Do I look like meat to him? “Stop poking me already!”

    Starscream muttered something in his own tongue and stepped closer to Sam, as if challenging him. In a way, he was having fun with learning about humans, and Sam was perfect, or so he thought. He couldn’t speak English to him, but he wanted to learn body language from him. It would make things easier in talking, that was for sure.

    Poke.

    Starscream grinned when he saw Sam go to get up and he suddenly grabbed him by the arm. Sam went to yank away, but Starscream held firm, holding Sam in a way he could look right into his eyes. Chirp? Sam reeled back from the seeker and went to pull away a second time, but Starscream wasn’t releasing him, “Come on, guys, help me out here! He’s got me!”

    “We can clearly see that, Sam,” Will chuckled.

    Poke.

    “Get off me you little monster!” Sam spoke louder, this time getting unwanted attention. It was Ratchet who heard him, and he moseyed his way down the corridor and stopped when he saw what was going on. A smile crossed his face, “I think he likes you, Sam,” Ratchet folded his arms watching, especially to make sure neither hurt the other.

    “I don’t care! What is he gonna do to me?”

    Poke. Sam growled.

    “He’s curious,” Ratchet’s voice was evasive, and it belied the fact that he looked like he wasn’t amused. Clearly he was.

    “You know what happens when aliens get curious about humans, Ratch?” Sam piped up as he watched Starscream grab a lock of hair and examine it. He released all but one hair and yanked the hair free, “They do experiments on them,”

    “Oh? Where did you hear this?”

    “Alien abductions, you know? Don’t you ever look on the internet about human cultures?”

    “Why, yes,” He paused to smirk at Starscream as he got right in Sam’s face, a small beam coming from one of his own optics as he examined Sam further, “What is he doing?” Sam whispered, afraid to move.

    “He is a naturally curious Seeker, and it’s no wonder why he became one of Cybertron’s greatest scientists.”

    “He’s not going to probe me or anything, is he?”

    “It appears as though he may be going onto science again,” Ratchet watched the sparkling as he poked Sam again, this time drawing a minuscule amount of blood.

    “Ow! Stop it!” Sam jerked his arm away and batted at Starscream’s head. Starscream on the other hand was totally engrossed in the blood on the tip of his claw. He touched the blood curiously, muttered something and lifted his claw to examine it further. Sam seemed a little freaked out about Starscream examining his blood, and glared at the CMO, “Get him away from me, Ratchet, he’s gonna probe me or something, I can feel it!”

    Starscream continued to mutter in his trills and sines as he continued to examine Sam, then he stopped and turned quickly, seeing the seekers enter the room. He had heard them coming, and now he wanted answers. He held up the claw that had blood on it to Thundercracker who leaned down to look, “You cut him?” he asked in the tongue the sparkling used.

    “Just a sample,” Starscream admitted with pride.

    “What are you going to do with it?”

    “I wasn’t going to do anything with it,” Starscream muttered, “He has this fluid like Energon?”

    Thundercracker nodded.

    “What are they saying?” Sam eyed the seekers accusingly, then looked to Ratchet who shrugged, “Ask Skywarp or Thundercracker,”

    Both seekers looked to the CMO when they heard their names, the CMO just pointed to Sam.

    Sam, not only being afraid of Starscream was also terrified of the seekers. He avoided them and Soundwave at all costs, knowing what they were, he figured they could be up to no good, not trusting them one bit. They all knew it, especially Soundwave. Skywarp leaned down to see Sam face to face, “You want to know why he hurt you?”

    “Yes – well no – I want to know why he’s so interested in me,”

    “Because he likes you. You are the first human he has examined and he’s also thrilled that you were so cooperative,”

    “Cooperative, huh?” Must have forgotten to tell them I didn’t consent to any of this!

    Skywarp nodded, “He asks that you do not fear him, he wants to be your friend,”

    Sam nearly choked on his own words, “Fr-friend?” He wondered why. The seeker he remembered hated humans. He only stuck around because he had nowhere else to go. He also remembered how he was without friends. How alone he really was.

    “He wishes to learn human body language so he can better communicate with you all,” Skywarp stood erect as he looked to all of the humans, “He will grow much differently having so much contact with humans, you should all give him a chance to try to learn,” It was almost add hearing Skywarp talk like that. He usually wasn’t one to sound all morale like but he was sincere.

    “Why me, though? There’s like Mikaela and Will, even other humans,” Sam grumbled.

    “Ask him,” Skywarp moved behind Thundercracker and headed out with those words. Sam could have kicked Skywarp’s foot. I can’t ask him, you dolt!

    Well that was less than helpful. So little Starscream wants to learn human body language, huh?

    Starscream watched Skywarp leave and his attention went fully to Sam again.

    This time he was going to get through to the thick headed teen if it was the last thing he did, and decided to hit a whole new octave of annoying. He ended up doing something far more irritating than poking him. He copied his every move. Everyone knows there is nothing more annoying. At first it was simple. A tap of the chin, then a furrow of the brow. Then he started following him everywhere, mimicking his every move. It went on for hours sometimes, and it was driving Sam mad.

    “Listen Starscream, I know you want to learn, but following me and copying me won’t get you in my favor or teach you anything.” Sam wasn’t sure if the small seeker understood him, but decided to take a walk, and he knew that Starscream would follow him. He started talking as they walked. Starscream regarded him curiously as he spoke, “You can go around following people, Screamer, it’s annoying,”

    Starscream muttered something with a few chirps and clicks as he listened intently, “I don’t know how you can show interest in what someone is doing, but if you are gonna annoy me like this, you might as well go hide in Prime’s chest again,” Starscream sulked a little. He didn’t like being turned away. He snorted and gave Sam a deep look, hoping the boy would understand.

    Poke.

    “Poking me won’t work either,” Sam found a large boulder and perched on top of it. Starscream walked up on another, balancing himself perfectly, he looked almost like a bird standing there than any robot, “Why do you want to be my friend anyways?” Sam asked and Starscream smiled at him, but only replied with warbles and trills.

    “Listen, it’s like this,” he tried to reason with the seeker as much as possible, “If there was some way you could ask, it would help.”

    Chirp? That was easy enough.

    “Yeah, like that,” Sam nodded as he looked at Starscream, “I wish you could speak English,” he exhaled hard and gave Starscream a side glance, realizing the little bugger was staring again, “And would you quit staring at me!”

    Starscream gave a trilled twitter and growled, making Sam lightly chuckle, “you know, you are rather cute when you do that.”

    Cute huh? I will show you cute! Starscream leaned over and poked him hard, his gaze fell right into Sam’s, he twittered loudly, chirping with beeps and buzzes. Sam couldn’t understand him, he knew, but he wanted to make sure that Sam understood that he meant business. He took a hold of Sam’s arm and leapt down from the rock, pulling Sam along. Of course, Sam balked at the idea and went to pull himself free from the sparkling’s grasp, but to no avail. Each time he tried, Starscream either tightened his grip or stared him down, muttering something.

    Mikaela and Will watched the two sitting on the rocks. They both smirked as they watched their interactions. Starscream would poke or make a noise and Sam would come out with some flustered words and even flipped him the bird, which was a rather big mistake. Starscream copied him. Chirp? Starscream tilted his head with the same vulgar birdie and looked to Sam for an answer.

    “You don’t – You don’t do that, Screamer! Put your hand down!” Sam reached for his clawed hand and put it down, and Starscream grinned. Oh, so that’s what this means, does it? Kinda like Thundercracker and Ratchet’s constant use of Frag or Slag. Hehe.

    He used said claw and poked Sam with it before twittering and a few beeps and chirps came from him. He was laughing. Sam didn’t realize it at first, and then he listened, and joined the sparkling in his small laugh, “You’re a real pain in the ass, you know that?”
     
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    A Snake in the Grass

    Days turned into months and Starscream was growing quickly. He would, for lack of a better word, molt, leaving behind a shell and coming out pristine as could be, not a mark on him. Optimus watched as he grew, as he interacted and as he became more and more independent, deciding it was time to find a suitable alternate mode, since he was no nearly as tall as Thundercracker and Skywarp. He was also fluent in English, having been taught by the humans and by the Cybertronians. He had no cockpit, and was determined to find a mode that had one. The base that they were on had a few jets stationed, it is here where the other Decepticons found their alt mode, as did Starscream, picking the very one he had before. An F-22 Raptor. When he took the alt mode, he slowly moved down the runway. He had been flying only around the base as not to be detected by humans but now, he could really fly, and he wanted to show Sam why he loved to fly.

    Will was hanging with Ironhide when the turbines of the jet rounded the corner of the main building and everyone inhaled sharply as they saw what form he had chosen. He started to transform, his body shifting slowly to fit into their new respective places, sliding and slightly grinding for the first time. It took a few seconds for his body to complete the transformation, and there he stood, in his previous glory. It was like déjà vu all over again when William turned and his jaw nearly dropped, “What?” He asked as he made his way into the building, looking over to Optimus and Ironhide, who got a sudden feeling of nostalgia. The Starscream they saw deranged years before. The one they watched falter right in front of them, and now he stood, proud as could be. They were all silent a long moment, “Interesting alternative mode you have chosen, Starscream,” Optimus pointed out.

    “I do like it, it’s very aerodynamic and besides the F-35, one of the fastest jets,” Starscream smiled as he looked around for Sam. How badly he wanted to take him for a ride, “Anyone know where Sam is?”

    “He’s out with Mikaela and Bee, they’ll be back later,”

    “Ah, oh, ok.” He looked to the sky as he turned, Thundercracker and Skywarp moving next to him, “Wanna fly?” he asked them.

    “Like you have to ask, Screamer,” Thundercracker’s deep voice came.

    Starscream smiled, “Let’s go!” he hadn’t even made his way from the building before his body transformed and his boosters hit full. He was airborne, going up high, spinning and making his way well into the clouds. Thundercracker and Skywarp were almost having a hard time keeping up with the young seeker, but they stayed with him, one to protect him, the other to remember their flights.

    Starscream continued to fly. He had never felt so free in his life, playing in the clouds, moving with the jet streams that flowed through the air at such high altitudes, “Just like I remember,” Skywarp commented.

    “Shush, ‘Warp,” Thundercracker chided, knowing well that Starscream had no idea what he was talking about. Starscream heard them talking, but was far too engrossed in his flight to hear or even care. The only thing on his mind was the feeling over the wind over his wings and the speed of his freedom. He never wanted to land again, “Come on you two!” he called to the other seekers who were well behind him, and he slowed down, “You’re slow!”

    “Slow, Screamer?” Skywarp smirked, “I will show you slow,” The jet engaged his secondary boosters and caught up with Starscream then flew past him, Thundercracker behind him then coming up to the right of Starscream and Skywarp settled beside his left, leaving Starscream a nose and a half in front of them as they plowed the skies together. This is how they remembered it. They remembered their 

    flights with their leader. They couldn’t resist lying in their respective places besides their wing mate, it was how they wanted it to be. And there was no one out there who would bother them. Starscream felt in place where the two seekers had come to, and he led them on, turning and rolling with the wind, through the clouds and then dived, coming well over the limits of what they should but pulled back up before they hit.

    Optimus and Ratchet and Ironhide made their ways out the building, looking up to see the three flying in such a formation, “Even now, they still prefer him to lead,” Optimus said, watching them streak across the sky. Others joined them to watch the aerial stunt show the three were performing. They were flying with unfaultable turns and spins, “Isn’t that the way it has always been, Optimus?” Wheeljack asked as he walked out, hearing his leader’s words.

    “He was sparked to lead, it is no wonder that he tried so many times to overthrow Megatron,” Optimus replied, his voice almost nulled by the sound of the jet engines that went over them then vanished again.

    “Perhaps so, but he is still young yet and has a lot to learn before he can ever be a leader, Optimus,”

    Optimus looked down at the one who spoke, being Ironhide, “He has millennia to learn,”

    “He will learn from the best, sir,” Ironhide gazed at the sky again, smiling.

    The trine of jets finally decided to come back, all transforming and sliding to a stop on the runway, digging up gravel as they did. Thundercracker and Skywarp still stayed beside Starscream as they all approached Optimus, “How was your flight?” the leader asked, watching them as they talked between themselves, still often using only the language they all preferred when alone.

    “It was great!” Starscream said with great enthusiasm.

    “Seeker leader needed. Starscream recommended.” Soundwave spoke as he stood near the open door, looking out.

    All three of the seekers looked to Soundwave, who went back to doing whatever he was doing without a another word. He was right, however. The seekers always needed a leader. The best of them all. The one who could protect each other’s backs in combat and the one who could always lead them right and just. Thundercracker and Skywarp both looked at each other before nodding then looked back at Starscream, “We nominate Screamer!”

    Starscream gave them a pitiful dumb look, “Me? Why me?”

    Neither wanted to admit he had been their leader before, hoping to avoid the possibility of bringing back memories. They liked him this way. He wasn’t mean to them and he respected them as much as they had grown to respect him, “Because you’re the fastest, Screamer,” Thundercracker supplied gently.

    “I’m not nearly as old as you guys are,” Starscream tried to contradict.

    “That doesn’t matter, you have what the seekers need. Who knows who all is still on Cybertron, and any that may someday arrive will need a lead seeker to look up to,” Skywarp responded as he moved himself to a kneeling position, looking up to Starscream, who he considered almost as regal as Optimus.

    “Bu – but I am not nearly as qualified,”

    “Screamer, you have the leader of the Autobots to teach you everything, and leadership comes naturally to you. Remember what we did up there? You lead us the entire way,”

    “You just hung back,”

    “No Screamer, we were following you. We respect you.”

    Starscream wasn’t sure about this new idea and thought hard about it as he looked to the other seekers and to Optimus who was smiling at him, “I will try,” he finally said.

    “Very well, Starscream,” Optimus agreed, nodding, “you will be the leader of all seekers,” he paused watching Starscream process all of the information, “I will gladly teach you all you wish to know, and I am sure your trine will be more than glad to help. They helped raise you, you are like a son to them,”

    Both Thundercracker and Skywarp beamed as Optimus admitted that, looking to each other then to Optimus, “We will train him well,” they both said in unison.

    Wheeljack and Ironhide stood and watched as Starscream was given his new duty. Both seemed slightly skeptical, but did not argue. They only hoped his memory would not return to him, that he wouldn’t remember how mean of a seeker he used to be, or try to overthrow Optimus himself.

    Starscream suddenly leapt and took off for the sky, leaving the other two seekers standing there. He needed time to think. This was all so new to him and he wasn’t sure if he could actually do it, but something in him told him that this was his destiny. This was his sparkright. This was him. Both Thundercracker and Skywarp watched him, feeling his need to fly alone for a small bit, plus both wanted to rest a little. That flight had taken a little out of them, “You think he will be alright?”

    “Of course he will, ‘Warp, he was our leader before, he will be again. This time he will be raised correctly and not through fear and hatred, but gentleness. Hopefully he will keep those qualities,”

    My grubby halo, a vapor trail in the empty air…

    Starscream disappeared into the clouds, his boosters on full. For the first time since he had come back online, he felt the wind over his wings in a way he could not explain. As if something was growing in him.

    Can’t keep my eyes from the circling skies…

    In the air was the freedom that all seekers desired. Free from gravity as he went higher and higher, his altimeter telling him that he was about 45,000 feet from the ground and climbing. He wanted to see just how high he could go and his nose went up as the stars came into view clearer and clearer.

    Across the clouds I see my shadow fly…

    He watched as the earth started to get brighter under him and the light of the sun beat on his body. The feeling of space was something completely new to him as he flew, he made his way to the outside of the atmosphere and found himself feeling light as a feather as he moved in the vacuum of space quietly. There he experienced the sensations of something totally new. Not only the weightlessness, but the freedom of open space. He knew he couldn’t remain up here, but the time he could spend alone was worth the extra energy as he thought. He could do this. He could lead the Seekers. He could teach them as he was taught.

    Above the planet on a wing and a prayer…

    What he hadn’t expected was the beam of energy that flew at him from one of the supposed cannons that were on earth. He had no idea about them, so therefore never gave a second thought that going into space would be so dangerous as he came around, passing the International Space Station and a Space Shuttle with people staring stupidly out at the F-22 that whizzed by them.

    “Did you guys just see that?” The captain of the shuttled asked, thumbing to the small window. His crew members nodded, still staring at the window, “That was a jet, wasn’t it?” Again they nodded. Quickly, without thinking, the captain hit the radio, “Unidentified aircraft, please indentify yourself.”

    No answer. They didn’t know the jet was an Autobot, considered off limits to shooting.

    “Unidentified Aircraft, please indentify yourself immediately, or be fired upon!” The Captain pressed on, feeling that this could be one of those ‘Decepticons’ they had heard about, after no response the second time, he signaled earth that there was an unidentified flier outside in orbit that had gone by them. Earth then took things into their own hands.

    Unheeded warnings, I thought I thought of everything…

    That is when they saw the orange flare fly from the planet and it beamed right at Starscream, catching his left wing and causing him to tumble. Being only in Earth’s orbit where satellites circled, he was close enough to get pulled back to the planet. He had been knocked out by the hit, the shock to his young systems too much for him to bare and he started falling back to Earth, and hard. His body was bright red and the heat from re-entry startled his systems as he sent an SOS to Optimus.

    “Starscream!” Optimus suddenly cried out in panic, looking to the sky, he then looked to Skywarp and Thundercracker, “You two, go get him! He’s been shot!” Both of them feared for the young seeker, and headed to his location as soon as they did, breaking the normal jet speed by going about mach 9, it was depleting their energy fast, but he was worth it.

    Starscream was coming in hard and fast. He tried to control his decent, but it was nearly impossible missing a wing, and he tumbled uncontrollably to the ground.
     
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    Times are Changing, and I Am Changing with Them

    The White house had gotten the feed from the shuttle that was orbiting the planet at about the same time as the United States had made the worst mistake in history. It went to various persons on the congress and to the President, who was still going over them. Disbelief was clear in his eyes when he read that a Lockheed Martin F-22 Raptor was flying out in orbit. He was also reading about the other papers and listened to the recording that he was given. That they had warned said jet to identify himself, and when the pilot hadn’t, the jet was shot down by an ‘unknown source’. This had also made its way to the Secretary of Defense, who wanted to sweep this under the rug and fast. There didn’t need to be anything getting out about a jet being shot from space. How had it gotten there anyways? The jets were made to fly high, sure, but not fly out of the planet. He knew this from his piloting years.

    Skywarp and Thundercracker barely made their way underneath Starscream as he fell; both were using their thrusters on full to slow his fall and to not take them with him in his fall. The young bot was already transformed, apparently he had transformed before he had gone into stasis lock. Their thrusters got control of his and their descent, and it worked as they slowly started to lower to the ground, leveling out a few hundred feet from the ground, Skywarp was looking him over as they did, “TC, this doesn’t look good,”

    “I know, I can’t imagine what had happened,”

    “It looks like he was hit by one of those cannons that eradicated that Decepticon fleet,”

    “Yeah it does, doesn’t it?” Thundercracker looked over the wound a bit more, “Let’s get him back to Optimus, he isn’t going to be happy,”

    “I can only imagine the entire area of Tranquility blown to pieces after this one,” Skywarp sighed as they both started heading for where the base was.

    “You’re thinking too much about Megatron. This is Optimus we are talking about, ‘Warp,”

    Optimus was pacing back and forth, it was almost making the other Autobots and ex-Decepticons dizzy, and Barricade almost yelled out in frustration at the pacing, but held his tongue. They knew Optimus wasn’t pleased, they could see it in his optics and if that wasn’t enough, his face was contorted into a very deep scowl.

    “Incoming Seekers: Designation, Skywarp, Thundercracker and Starscream,” Soundwave droned out.

    Frenzy and Rumble were both watching the sky for the downed Seeker, looking when Soundwave pointed. They spoke between each other quietly, whispering, hoping that their giant friend and playmate was ok.

    The ground shook when the Seekers landed, both walking with Starscream in their arms, careful not to hurt him more as they rushed him into the building, even past Optimus, giving him a sorrowful look, headed for the medical bay. Ratchet was busy with working on a few things here and there when they burst through the door. He had heard that Starscream was injured, but really wasn’t prepared for the sight before him. His jaw would have hit the floor if it could unhinge. Nostalgia took over him as he glanced at how beat Starscream was. It reminded him of that day… No. He cleared it from his memory, “Status,” he demanded.

    “He’s pretty banged up, been unresponsive-” Thundercracker was cut off in mid sentence by Skywarp, “I think it was one of those cannons, he’s got the same scorch marks as what had hit the other Decepticons in space,”

    Ratchet’s scanners immediately went to work on the body that was laid down on the berth. Immediately he found traces of the plasma that powered the beam, his face twisting into a grimace. Both of the other Seekers backed away, knowing better than to get into Ratchet’s way. They knew of him being called Ratchet the Hatchet, and figured there was a damned good reason why.

    “Leave,” Ratchet spoke the one word, and in it they swore they felt him glaring at them. Both of them made their ways out quickly, almost tripping over Optimus who walked right past them and in, “I said – ” Ratchet stopped midsentence, “Oh, it’s you,” he looked back to where he was working on Starscream. He hadn’t noticed the saddened look on his leader’s face, nor the dark scowl that came across it while he did his own examination of his Sparkling, “What is the assessment, Ratchet?” Ok, he really didn’t miss the deep anger that came from his leader’s voice that time.

    “Well, I am still looking, but the Seekers said that it was a cannon that was used to shoot the other Decepticons before getting to Earth,” Ratchet didn’t look away from his work, “My scanners confirm traces of plasma,” the medic was almost totally engrossed in hooking Starscream up to needed lines while he looked over his damage. Optimus didn’t leave the room, only backed up while Ratchet looked to some computers, typing into them, glancing at Starscream then at the screens again, “His spark chamber is a little damaged. It’s mostly all superficial, thank Primus,” The medic started to explain as he worked, “He’s in stasis lock because of the hit and the fall, but he should be alright,”

    “How long?”

    Ratchet dared to look away from his patient to look at Optimus. He knew that voice, and it was one to be feared by any Decepticon that cross the great leader’s path, “Give me a few breems, Prime, I need to stable him out and bring him from stasis lock, I am still checking his processor.”

    Without another word, Optimus left the room. He didn’t look at anyone else, or speak, only made his way to his office, where he sat down behind a rather large desk. He glared at the video phone that he knew he would be using. How to approach the new Secretary of Defense about this? This was a total breach of treaty between the Autobots and the government, and he knew the conversation wasn’t going to go well. Deep down he wanted to yell at them, tell them they were wrong and to get them to shut down whatever it was that shot his sparkling from the sky. He was enraged, but needed his composure, “Secretary of Defense’s office,”

    “Secretary of Defense, Terry, please,” Optimus spoke, trying to hide his anger as much as possible.

    “May I ask who is calling, sir?”

    “Optimus Prime,” He deliberately didn’t turn on the actual video, not right now, anyways. He had heard about these cannons before, but had chosen to ignore them. Until now. Now it had injured one of his own Autobots, his own sparkling for that matter, “Terry here,” came a voice from the speaker on the video phone.

    “Secretary,” Optimus started. Terry hadn’t ever had the joy of speaking to the Autobots. That was saved for the Autobot liaisons. He wasn’t even sure why the leader was calling. He had heard his voice a time or two before, but never spoke to him, hell he never even saw him. He had heard stories about a really, really big robot, however, and the nervousness was in his voice when he answered the call.

    “Y-yes, sir? What can I do for you Mr. Prime?”

    “It’s Optimus Prime – I want to talk to you about your cannons,”

    “Cannons? What cannons?”

    “The plasma cannons that one of my own had to break down in order to get more of our kind here. The kind that shot my sparkling from the sky!” He found it was getting harder to hold to his temper. It was obvious by how he was speaking.

    “Y-you were responsible?” Garret Terry stopped himself quickly, “Please, calm down, Prime, I am not sure I follow,”

    Well this SOD had to of been really blind or really stupid, or was just playing stupid. He snorted, “The facility that was attacked by a supposed Decepticon, I am sure you know of it Mr. Secretary,”

    “Oh that place,” Ok, he couldn’t hide the fact he didn’t know about it any longer, “You say it shot on of your Autobots from the sky?”

    “No, I said it shot my sparkling –”

    “Um, pardon my ignorance, but what exactly is a sparkling?”

    “It’s like a child in your terms,” Who the hell was this rookie? “but that is beside the point, I am calling you and asking you nicely to disarm these weapons. It seems they are more of a hazard than a help,”

    “They shot one of your kids?” Now the Secretary was getting it, at least Optimus hoped he was, “But they are used to shoot dangers from this planet before they get here,”

    “I am aware of that, the Decepticons that did survive filled me in on the massacre that happened outside of the planet,”

    “Decepticons? I thought they were all eradicated?” There was no compunctions on how he said that. This unnerved the Autobot leader.

    “Yes, Decepticons, ex-Decepticons, in fact, but that doesn’t matter, what we do with our kind is up to us, I don’t feel it is fair for humans to be shooting other beings from the sky without prior treaty talks first, especially when it comes to Cybertronians. It’s not how we do things.”

    “We were protecting ourselves from that threat, you need to understand, after Mission City –”

    Optimus cut him off at the mention of what happened many years ago, “Did it ever occur to you that some of them might have been Autobot?”

    “Well no, we tracked their signature. Specifically the one we attained through Megatron and Blackout,”

    “And it didn’t cross your mind that some of my men were using the signatures to cover up themselves as to avoid being shot down by Decepticons?” The heated words started to make the Secretary shy from the phone. He hadn’t expected this to be an angry call, for all he knew, Optimus was a timid leader. This insinuation would also confirm as to why no other Autobots made it to Earth in the first place. Some, yes, were Decepticons, but some were indeed hiding their signatures mixing with Decepticons for the exact reason as not to be detected, or be granted safe passage through to the planet, “I want that plant shut down,”

    “Please, Optimus, sir, you need to understand –”

    That was when the camera light came on, and then the video flicked on and there sat the leader in his seat, glaring at the video feed, the link giving Optimus a direct look at the Secretary. The Secretary tried to smile sheepishly, “We can’t just shut it down,”

    “You can, and you will,” Optimus hissed. He was in no mood to be told no. By anyone for that matter.

    “This is a direct breach of the treaty set before the US government and the Autobots, do you understand this, Optimus?”

    “I do believe it was my sparkling shot from the sky, not yours,” Optimus went to hit the end call button, but stopped, “Don’t make us use force,” he quickly hit the button. Had he just threatened the US? Yes, yes he had, and now he wasn’t sure if that was such a brainy idea. There weren’t a lot of them and even fewer Autobots, and he knew deep down that this could cause an out and out war. He had never in his life been so rude or so angry towards the USA, but something drove him. It was the fact his sparkling was lying in stasis lock in the Medical bay, probably.

    “Optimus!” A familiar caught the leader’s attention from outside the doors, “I got here as soon as I heard!” William was standing in a tank top and blue jeans as Optimus opened the doors, “Come in, Will,” he waved the small man in, “it seems news travels fast,” The grim expression on the leader showed William that something was indeed wrong, “Something more happen than ‘an F-22 shot from orbit’?”

    “I just called the SoD and told him to shut down the plasma cannons,”

    “You did what? They’ll never go for that!”

    “I know, I am not sure if it was the right thing to do, but what if other Autobots do want to come? Other Decepticons? I know very well that they wouldn’t come to mean harm, I mean, they don’t even have a leader anymore.”

    “It was an entire fleet of Decepticons that were shot down, you know that, Optimus, I don’t think there are any left,”

    “I believe that if there are more, they had backed to Mars and the Moon, perhaps the moons of Jupiter,”

    “I hate to bust your bubble, Optimus, but your speculations are only that – Speculations. There hasn’t been any word of any other Cybertronians coming anywhere near the orbit of Earth after that massacre.”

    Optimus regarded William deeply. He groaned inwardly, for he knew the human was right. He hoped that there were others out there. It was sad enough to realize that they really were the last of their kind, which was only a small handful, but to know was a whole separate ball of wax completely, “I don’t want it shooting at the last sparkling we will ever have,” Optimus looked down, somewhat ashamed of how he had been with the Secretary.

    “I’m sure it will all blow over, big guy,”

    Meanwhile, in the medical bay, Ratchet had still been working on Starscream. He was slowly bringing him back online from his hit, and had expected the youngster to flail out, but didn’t expect to get hit in the process. He reached out, catching Starscream’s other arm, “Starscream, calm down!”

    “What? Where am I?”

    “You’re back at the base, Thundercracker and Skywarp retrieved you, did a good job since you didn’t even hit the ground,” Ratchet explained as calmly as he could, feeling Starscream relax under his grasp. As soon he was satisfied that Starscream was calmed, he let go. Starscream blinked a few seconds before realizing that he wasn’t dreaming. It was Ratchet who was holding onto him, “What was that?”

    “What was what, young one?”

    “What shot me? What were those stupid squishies thinking?” Starscream growled, not only angry he had been shot, but also a little scared. Ratchet did a double-take on Starscream when he heard the Seeker call the humans ‘stupid squishies’. No one had ever said anything that mentioned that word. Where had he come up with it?

    “Starscream, can you tell me anything that happened?”

    “Well, yeah, I was flying out by a space shuttle when I received a static message. I couldn’t understand it so I didn’t reply, and the next thing I know, I felt this excruciating pain in my wing before I realized I had been shot.” He paused. As if remembering from a dream, “I – I know those cannons. I remember seeing them before,” His voice trailed off as he tried to remember more, but only came up blank.

    This was news to Ratchet. How could he possibly ‘remember’ the cannons? He hadn’t ever been shot by them, at least as far as he knew. He gave Starscream an unreadable look, “Listen, you lie here, and I am going to go and get Optimus, he will want to know how you’re doing, besides, you’re not nearly ready to get up yet,” Ratchet pointed a finger at Starscream’s nose, who sank back on the berth and nodded. He did want to see Optimus. He wanted to tell him all that happened. He felt the link between him and his creator and silently slid tendrils of hope through them, and in the answer he got was definitely his creator and he smiled to himself as he relaxed on the berth.
     
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    Starscream had spent nearly an entire day by himself outside. When someone had approached him, he would tell them he didn’t want bothered. His optics stared at the sky. He couldn’t figure out for the life of him how all of that cannon stuff was so familiar, or why. It bothered him deeply. Was there something the Autobots were hiding from him? No, it couldn’t be. He remembered being sparked. He remembered being a sparkling. He groaned as he stared at the setting sun. He had heard the approach of footsteps, and turned to tell them to go away, only to find Optimus standing there. He instantly calmed, and laxed his shoulders. Optimus moved up closer to him, he sat down with him, looking up at the sky as well, “What is bothering you, Starscream?” He asked, not looking from the sky.

    “I don’t know,” Starscream replied, also not looking away. Sunsets were such beautiful things to watch. It was among one of Starscream’s favorite parts of the day, and so were sunrises, but he rarely got to see them.

    “I can tell it has something to do with you being injured,” Optimus turned his head to look at Starscream, who pulled his optics from the sky to glance at his creator, and he nodded, “It doesn’t make any sense,” Starscream started, trying to find the best way to explain how he was feeling, “being shot by those cannons, I remember it from before, but there wasn’t any before that I can remember.” His deep red optics went back to the sky, “It’s confusing,” he closed his optics a moment as if trying to remember. One name came to him, and he had no idea where it had come from.

    Megatron.

    His optics flashed open and his systems heated up at the thought. Not of a friendly heat, but one of anger. Anguish. Pain. Suffering.

    He had heard this name before, and before he even really knew who Megatron was he hated him. It was a deep hate, one that he could not relate with anything else. It was that strong, that defiant, that… evil. He closed his optics again. His head tilted down as he thought.

    The army Megatron left behind. Well that was impossible, right? The Decepticons were now neutral. Soundwave and his symbiots, Barricade, Thundercracker and Skywarp were the only ones left. They had announced their defection to Optimus, to them all. He would have to ask Skywarp and Thundercracker about these thoughts. He didn’t know where they came from, or why they were. He would approach Optimus about it, and perhaps through all his wisdom, he could help, but fear of being thought less of, he reconsidered it. He glanced back up at the sky. Something wasn’t right.

    Optimus was now at a real stalemate. He had spoken to Ratchet earlier about what had been said in the repair bay, but he still couldn’t believe his audio receptors. How was it possible that Starscream was getting any memory back? It was impossible. The re-spark of one was something nearly unheard of itself, and the fact of one regaining from a previous memory was even more unheard of. Optimus had to figure out a way to explain to Starscream. It would not be an easy task, but even he deserved the truth. But would it be the right thing to do? To tell him he was an Air Commander for the Decepticons? To tell him what hell he had befallen when he had been shot before? What if this was the only memory he would regain? The rest too much trauma for him to recall. Perhaps, but unlikely. Optimus could almost feel it wanting to bubble up inside the processor of the young Seeker.

    “Is there any way for Ratchet to go into my memory banks and find this missing part of my life?” Starscream suddenly asked.

    “It’s not advised, Starscream,” Optimus answered more quickly than Starscream thought he should have. As if he were expecting this question. Maybe he was thinking it himself.

    “I know that. But is it possible?”

    Optimus looked back towards the sky as the sun disappeared behind the mountains. He wasn’t sure, himself, if it was at all possible, or how Starscream was remembering from a past life. It was bad enough that he was referring to the humans as squishies, which wasn’t in any vocabulary the Autobots used. He would talk to Ratchet first, “Starscream, what all do you remember?”

    Starscream looked to his creator and gave a sigh, “I am not sure, Optimus. I remember being shot at, and being hit and that’s the last thing I remember from this previous hit, is it a vision?”

    “I don’t recall Autobots getting visions, Starscream,” Optimus answered truthfully, “can you explain to me why you called the humans what you did?”

    “What do you mean?” the Seeker asked, as he folded his legs up to his chest and wrapped his arms about them.

    “I mean when you came to,” Optimus peered at the Seeker, “You called them… squishes,”

    “I was mad, it was the first thing I could think of to call them,” Starscream looked down, apparently feeling sorry for saying such a thing.

    /Optimus, you have a phone call/ came Ironhide’s voice. Optimus went to stand, “I will have a talk with Ratchet about your question regarding the memory search,” He moved from the Seeker, turning to look at him once more as he walked back to the main building where the phone call was being held. He connected with the caller, “Optimus,” he said.

    “Yes, Optimus, this is the Secretary of Defense. I wanted to advise you that I have talked with the others about your request, and it would be too much of a liability if we were to shut down those cannons, I’m sorry,” there was an apparent nervous tone in the SoD’s voice. Optimus rumbled loud enough for it to be heard through the phone. His optics went to the Seeker sitting outside and he felt the youngling’s pain. He knew something was going on with him, but he could not tell what. Perhaps it was best to see if Ratchet could check his memory banks.

    “We will discuss this later, I have something more important to do at the moment, Prime out,” Optimus looked around getting raised optic ridges from others around him as he disconnected the line. He looked around to see Ratchet standing not far off, /Ratchet we need to talk/

    Ratchet outwardly nodded and headed for his med bay with Optimus on his tail. When they got into the room, he briskly shut the door, “I know something is up, Optimus, I can see it,”

    “Can you check into Starscream’s memory banks? See what you can find in there? I fear he is somehow getting his memory back,”

    “That’s impossible. He was re-sparked. A whole new slate, what you are considering is not possible.”

    “I thought so too, but something has him bothered. He seems almost afraid. I want you to check him, if you would, old friend,”

    “Of course, Optimus, get him in here for me,” Ratchet turned to his computers and activated him, “but I warn you, if he is by some strange occurrence getting his memory back, I believe this will only stimulate them more,” the Medic never looked away from his computers. Optimus nodded silently and called for 

    Starscream through their created link, and the youngling hopped up from his perch and headed for the med bay. When he arrived, he found his creator and Ratchet standing there, “You needed me?”

    “Yes, Starscream,” Optimus sighed, he really didn’t want to do this, especially if it would bring more memories back, “I spoke with Ratchet about your request, and he approves,”

    “Starscream, lay down on the berth and don’t move. When I connect you, you may feel strange sensations in your processor.”

    “Will it hurt?”

    “It shouldn’t, no, but it will feel strange. Anything that you see will be recorded on this machine.”

    Starscream gave a glance at the machine. He read the words on it slowly, as if dreaming.

    Ready to Proceed.

    Connect CPU to Central neural memory station.


    Starscream shuddered, but moved forward to the machine, lying down as told to, he watched around him. Optimus could feel the fear in his spark and tried sending warming and gentle pulses to his youngling, which seemed to work a little, but not much.

    Ratchet reached for the necessary cables, “Open your chest plate, Starscream,” he instructed. After a few moments, the chest plate on the young Seeker opened to reveal the spark chamber, glowing brightly, healthy. Ratchet reached in and looked back u pto the computer as if waitingfor it to instruct him.

    CPU connected.

    Ready for Spark chamber connection.


    “This is where it might feel a little strange,” Ratchet informed the Seeker as he connected the Spark chamber to the computer. Ratchet was right! It was a strange sensation! It felt as if his whole body went weak and strong at the same moment. Flutters of electricity bolted through him.

    Spark Chamber successfully connected.

    Ready for Stasis Lock.


    Ratchet pressed a button on the machine and Starscream felt himself getting tired. Very tired, “Wh- what’s happening?”

    “It’s just putting you into stasis,” Ratchet informed, professionally.

    Stasis Lock initiated.

    Stasis Lock Completed, starting memory reactor.

    Optimus and Ratchet watched the main screen as it came to life. It started with views of when Starscream was a sparkling, going through various things he had done, including meeting up with the Ex-Decepticons to when he would get in trouble and put the blame on Frenzy or even on Sideswipe. As 

    they watched the memories, they laughed, and then suddenly everything went black on the screen, and the first thing that came up made both Optimus and Ratchet gasp in fear.

    Little did they know Starscream himself was going through the memories as they were extracted and reformatted to be read on the computer. It was like a nightmare, one he could not escape. They at first didn’t notice how he twitched as he lie there helpless on the Berth.
     
  19. Anodythe

    Anodythe Well-Known Member

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    Why do I have a sinking feeling about young Screamers future? i would be nice for once, if he, when presented with joining one of the two factions, would chose to do right this time.
     
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