Wing Shift

submission dated 4-13-08
author: FireCracker
(Italic copy bordered by_underscore_)
Archive? You'd better.
Warnings: None really, at least not here. My Transformers are overall less blocky than the ones in G1, shaped more

humanoid but still with plates. Makes for easier sex scenes to imagine. They can also reproduce via the spark principle,

among compatible individuals. More on that later. And yeah, they have sex.

Warnings: Somewhat depressed and lonely, Skyfire goes slumming. And runs into an interesting triple threat.

Pairing: Skyfire, Astrotrain, Blitzwing, minicon Breaker


Wing Shift


Chapter 7 The fall of Omega Supreme


Skyfire stood with the second attack team on the south docking bay. He felt anxious and stressed, yet perversely excited.

/How can I ruthlessly kill Omega? There's no way out...I was a fool for doing this!/

Megatron held out his arm as Laserbeak landed. "The first strike team has the diagnostics we need."

Soundwave stood ready. "Lazerbeak...playback." the bird cassette flew gracefully into his housing unit. Soundwave

beamed a holographic image from his helmet.

Megatron continued as images flashed by, showing various angles of Omega Supreme. "As you can see, a direct

assault on Omega is impractical. However, note the areas indicated in yellow. These are stresspoints that will weaken

with relative ease. Once struck, the giant will be vulnerable to open fire."

Dirge folded his arms sternly. "DEATH comes to Omega Supreme, DEATH comes to all autobots and sympathizers."

"You're a real drag sometimes, Dirge." Thundercracker grumbled. "Get some new dialogue!"

Skywarp snerked. "Well at least he's consistent. A consistent downer!"

"Silence!" Megatron waved impatiently. "Despite his great power, Omega is old and rather slow. Use this to your

advantage, but do not get within range of his turrets or claw." the decepticon leader spoke to Skyfire next.

"Skyfire. You have knowledge of Omega. What is his target range and reaction time?"

The tall jet responded instantly, his voice cold. "Target radius is .7 of a mile. His reaction time is 42 astroseconds at

close range, 218 astroseconds outside target range."

"That's going to be a pretty tight formation." Skywarp observed.

"We strike him down at a distance, then close in for the kill." Starscream stated, optics aglow. "Everyone keep secondary

sensors active to avoid accidental collision."

Skyfire watched him in dismay. /He is brilliant, complex and evil. And I still love him./

Starscream glanced back, a secret smile on his lips. /Of course you do./

Motormaster's hollow voice echoed next. "So when does Menasor come into the picture?"

"The aerial attack will strike first." Megatron answered. "Then, you Stunticons form Menasor and do whatever blunt

damage is necessary to finish the job."

Dead End rubbed his hands together. "Sounds good, but hopefully he won't fall on us. Omega's no lightweight."

****


Cliffjumper and Bumblebee paid Omega Supreme a visit. The guardian's sheer size made isolation a necessity, since

there was no place in the Ark suitably large. As a result Omega spent long periods of time alone. The autobots would visit

fairly often to make sure he didn't get too morose and lonely. Omega was prone to brooding and depression.

A bright yellow volkswagen whirled in happy circles, kicking up dust. "Come on, Omega! It's a beautiful day. Why are you

moping this time?"

Omega was in station mode, but his unmistakable voice boomed everywhere. "DIFFICULT TO SAY. SOMETHING

SEEMS STRANGE."

Cliffjumper raced along Omega's tracks. "You're always borrowing trouble. Enjoy the sunshine! After all, an autobot can't

live by battle alone."

"HAVE SEEN MANY. REMEMBER MUCH HAPPIER TIMES IN PAST."

"There you go. I understand you guarded the Crystal City on Cybertron long ago."

"PAINFUL MEMORIES. MUCH BETRAYAL. WOULD RATHER FORGET."

Cliffjumper flipped into bot mode. "Yeah, betrayal sucks. Have you heard the latest?"

"REGARDING?"

Bumblebee answered, somewhat solemn. "It's about Skyfire."

"THE FORMER DECEPTICON? NOT OVERLY FAMILIAR."

"Yeah, well...we don't know _what_ his status is right now. He had a big blowup with Optimus and took off nearly two

weeks ago."

"NOT PROMISING."

"No." Cliffjumper was angry. "You know me, Omega...I'm not into sentiment. And when it comes to decepticons I've got a

short fuse. I thought Skyfire was cool, but he might have turned again."

"REGRETTABLE."

"The thing is, we don't know that he's turned." Bumblebee shrugged. "He had an idea about energy usage for

transfomers, but needed live test subjects. Optimus disagreed, and a bunch of stuff got out of control."

"EMOTIONS...POWERFUL."

"It's all anyone's talking about at the Ark. Skyfire hasn't answered any transmissions we send."

"EXPECT THE WORST."

"Yeah, you'd know." Cliffjumper agreed, sitting on Omega's tank unit. "The thing is, some of the autobots never reconciled

his past. And then there were rumors he was really a decep all along, not a neutral."

"PRIOR OCCUPATION? MAY HAVE KNOWLEDGE TO HELP."

It took Cliffjumper a minute to process the statement. "He was a scientist and explorer before the war. Was offplanet

during the whole escalation."

Bumblebee cut in. "Funny thing is, he's not built like any autobot we know of from that era. Hardware, size and strength.

Not to mention spaceflight. It never added up, but he was a good guy. Fearless, you know?"

"NOT CLASSIFIED?"

"No, when the decepticons found him he had no insignia. He crashed in the artic 9 million years ago."

"SAW IMAGERY FROM PRIME OF HIS MODEL. HAVE NOT SEEN SCHEMATIC. HAVE THEORY."

Bumblebee and Cliffjumper looked at each other. "You have an idea about the contradiction?"

"SOME WERE OF DECEPTICON ORIGIN BUT NOT CLASSIFIED. EITHER DESTROYED DURING WAR OR SENT

OFFPLANET. VARIOUS FUNCTIONS ASSIGNED TO THESE. DECEPTICON DESIGN DEEMED NECESSARY TO

ENDURE HARSH CONDITIONS AWAY FROM CYBERTRON."

"Oh oh." Bumblebee wondered at that.

"It...it's true, then!" Cliffjumper shouted. "We've been had."

"Cliffjumper, don't go off the deep end, okay? We've got to find Skyfire first and get the truth."

"POSSIBILITY EXISTS SKYFIRE ORIGINAL DECEPTICON DESIGNATION. REASONS FOR OTHER FUNCTION

ASSIGNED UNKNOWN. THEORY ONLY, NOT PROVEN."

"But he's an autobot!" Bumblebee declared. "Or at least, he was."

"SPECULATION NOT POSITIVE."

"What's that mean, Omega?"

"HARDWIRING DIFFERENT. FUNCTION CHOICE."

Cliffjumper scratched his helmet. "Sometimes it's hard to follow you, big guy."

"INTELLECT AT ODDS WITH BASIC INSTINCT AND HARDWIRING. CONFLICT."

"Could you expand on that _please?_ I'm getting a processor cramp here." Cliffjumper begged.

There was an impatient rumble as the leviathan answered. "LIFE EXPERIENCE AND FREE WILL ONE ASPECT OF

SELF. HARDWIRING AND BASIC PROGRAMMING ANOTHER. COMPLEXITY MAKES WHOLE. INTELLECT

VERSUS INSTINCT."

Bumblebee snapped his finger units. "I get it. Autobots and Decepticons by designation have different hardwiring. An

autobot's instincts will always be different than a decepticon's."

"BOTH SHARE SELF PRESERVATION PLATFORM. INTERPRETATION DIFFERENT."

Cliffjumper wasn't convinced. "Yeah, but what about bots that switch sides?"

"EXTREME SITUATIONS FORCE DECISIONS. CONDITIONING CAN OVERRIDE SOME INSTINCTS, NOT ALL."

"Ironhide told me about something from the golden age of Cybertron." Bumblebee stated. "He made a comment about

how you could switch sides, but not change what you were on the inside."

"MOST ACCURATE. SIMPLIFICATION."

"I'm really hoping we're wrong about him." Bumblebee sat in tall grass, admiring blue sky.

****


The decepticons flew in formation, followed closely by the Stunticons. Starscream went over final instructions via radio

transmission.

//Use formation vortex. Strike target areas, withdraw and return. Give space to Menasor when he is ready.//

Skyfire flew at his side in silence, marvelling at how different Starscream was away from Megatron. Not the whiny,

desperate second in command but a capable leader and brilliant tactician.

"E.T.A., two hundred astroseconds" Skywarp announced.

//Flare out.// Starscream instructed. //Stay out of scanner range until the last moment.//

****


Cliffjumper stared up. "My sensors are kicking up, Bumblebee!! Big time."

Bumblebee stood rapidly. "Yeah, this doesn't feel right-" the whine of engines filled the skies.

Omega transfomed immediately, looking off in the distance. "DECEPTICONS."

"Come on, let's get some cover!" Bumblebee transformed to auto mode and sped to a nearby rock formation. Cliffjumper

followed him, trailing concealing smoke. They took out their weapons and watched the skies. The formation of

decepticons rapidly closed on Omega, an aerial armada.

"This is crazy, what's the deal?" Bumblebee wondered.

"Don't ask questions, just _shoot!"_ Cliffjumper yelled. The two autobots aimed high at the approaching menace.

_ATTACK!"_ Starscream bellowed, diving in close. "This day, Omega _falls!"_

The leviathan was ready. Omega turned his head turrets at the onrushing Decepticons. Laserfire rained all around as the

jets flared out in wild patterns.

"WHAT?" Omega turned his head again in shock and recognition. A large white decepticon, the fastest of them all.

"IT CANNOT BE." lifting a massive arm, Omega fired point blank from his cannon. A huge beam of particle energy lit the

skies. Skyfire banked sharply to avoid it and dove low. The valkryie jet abruptly swooped upward in an impossible arc

and returned fire across Omega's chest. _"Know my name, Omega!"_

"TRAITOR!" the giant boomed in rage, turning. It was a mistake. Skywarp and Ramjet fired hits at his arm joints, causing

damage.

Astrotrain transformed to train mode and rammed his leg, staggering the giant. "Remember me, Omega?!"

"YOU AGAIN?" Omega turned and reached down with his claw. "I DISPOSED OF YOU BEFORE."

Astrotrain went in wild circles around his legs. "Too, old, too slow!"

_"Fool!_" Starscream and Blitzwing hailed missles from above. The majority of them did cosmetic damage, but a few

struck the arm joints again. Omega winced and swung around.

"AAAH!" the giant yelled in pain, firing upward. The decepticons scattered again in wide arcs. A beam clipped Ramjet on

the left wing.

"I'm hit!" he sailed into a nearby lake.

Starscream radioed him. /Get clear and return if damage is minimal./

/Affirmitive. Stabilizers engaging./

Far below, Cliffjumper stood and kept firing. "We've got to do something!"

Bumblebee leaned against a rock and spoke into his intercomm. "I am. I'm contacting Optimus!"

"Come on. We can't just let them take potshots at Omega!'

Bumblebee stared up at the wild aerial assault. "What do you suggest we do? Besides that, we're outnumbered. Omega

can hold on long enough for the others to get here."

Cliffjumper squinted. "I still don't like it." he paused, mouth open. _"Primus!"_

"What is it?"

"Skyfire's attacking Omega!!"

****


"SO. YOU TURN." Omega fired at the valkryie jet again with his huge cannon.

Skyfire banked again to avoid, splitting between Blitzwing and Skywarp. He barely avoided being struck by a giant arm.

_"Not enough!"_ Skyfire responded.

"Strike again! While his attention is on Skyfire!" Starscream ordered. Astrotrain shifted to shuttle mode and flew straight

at Omega's head.

"WHAT. MORE TREACHERY." Omega tilted his head up to fire. The air filled with orange turret fire. A beam struck

Astrotrain, scorching his side. He fired back, striking the protective shield on Omega's head.

"It breaks!" the triple changer shouted with glee. "Kill the head and the body dies!"

Omega made an aborted attempt to protect his vulnerable head, but the attack gave no pause. A claw caught Skywarp

and hurled him into the atmosphere. The purple seeker spun wildly. Skyfire flew to catch.

"Adjust gyroscopes and land on me, Skywarp!"

"Adjusting!" the purple seeker gained equilibrium and landed on the larger mech in mid air.

"Can you fly?"

"I think so. Give me an astrosecond to orient myself." Engines roared. "Good move, Skyfire!" Skywarp lifted off the shuttle

like a ramp and returned to battle.

Skyfire flew behind, disbelieving his own actions. _Am I insane? What am I doing? This isn't like me at all!_

His momentary distraction was costly. A beam sliced across his aft section, nearly making him black out with pain. He

lost altitude from a slow leaking wound.

_Omega..._

And the rage came back again, the rage he'd struggled to control.

_Attack..._

Spark burning heat and cold again, pure instinct kicking in.

_Autobot..._

The desire to kill, destroy.

_Die._

Pointing his nose upward at an impossible angle, he flew towards the sun. There was no pain. Then he floated in a sharp

arc and dove. Straight down at Omega, far below. There was no scientist, no explorer. Only an angel of fiery death,

straight from the skies.

Below the battle turned badly for the leviathan. One arm dangled helplessly as nerve circuitry was heavily damaged.

Omega staggered about, his joints shifting as he moved. The decepticons were relentless, raining fire everywhere.

Menasor stood ready to charge, raging nearby.

Skyfire transformed to full battle mode. Turrets and guns aimed as he dropped over Omega. His blazing appearance

didn't go unnoticed. The other jets spaced out, seeing his attack.

_"Magnificent!"_ Starscream approved, continuing his strafing pattern. "Decepticons, maintain fire!"

Omega flailed uselessly with one arm, his legs nearly giving out. "WILL NOT. SURRENDER."

"Stupid old rustbucket!" Starscream screeched as he fired away. "Your doom is at hand."

"FALL DOWN ALREADY SO MENASOR CAN SMASH." the gestalt lurched forward impatiently.

And then came the expolsion, a fireball of titanic impact. Everyone was temporarily blinded by white light. The

decepticons paused in their attack as their view cleared. Omega wobbled, stumbling in dissipating smoke. The doomed

guardian flailed at nothing.

His head was severed.

Skyfire hovered above in robot mode, still in battle form. His pale face was impassive, partially hidden by blue visors. He

watched Omega's last movements dispassionately.

"NOW MENASOR FINISH!" the gestalt rammed into the helpless Omega and toppled with a titanic crash. The psychotic

Menasor stomped the unmoving form mercilessly.

The other decepticons transformed and landed around their kill.

Starscream stood triumphant. "Let this day go down in history...darkness falls to the autobots!"

They watched as Skyfire descended in their midst. He turned to Starscream and smiled coldly. "The target is destroyed."

****


Optimus Prime was frantic after receiving the transmissions from Bumblebee. He'd sent the aerialbots ahead to aid

Omega. Ratchet, Ironhide, Prowl, Jazz, the twins and Bluestreak accompanied him. When they arrived at the valley where

Omega resided, their worst fears were realized.

The saddened aerialbots sat quietly next to Omega's still form. Optimus couldn't speak. He transformed and raced over,

followed by the others.

"How?" he managed to say, his voice low.

Silverbolt shook his head wearily. "They sliced him up surgically. And when he was weak enough, they...cut his head."

Ironhide burned in rage. "Those..._scum._ If its the last thing I do, those decepticons will pay!"

Bluestreaks' optics flared wildly. "I say let's go to Megatron's front door. Right now, and _rip out some processors!!"_

The others raised their fists in wild emotion, swearing vengeance.

"Stop." Optimus hid his pain. "We have to see if Omega can be salvaged. Ratchet, take a look at him."

The medic dragged himself over to the fallen guardian. He kneeled almost reverently. "It looks bad. I don't know."

Sideswipe and Sunstreaker gently carried Omega's head and laid it next to his body.

"There may be hope." Sideswipe was quiet. "We're still getting a brain pulse."

"Where's Bumblebee and Cliffjumper?" Optimus looked around. "Fan out and find them!"

"We're here...Optimus." two voices sounded out weakly. Everyone turned. Bumblebee and Cliffjumper stumbled from

loose rubble. They had considerable injuries.

Ratchet went over to them. "Can you transport?"

"Yeah...we're still functional." Cliffjumper gasped.

Sunstreaker looked at the carnage in the valley. "I don't understand. Why did the decepticons try to kill Omega like this? It

doesn't make any sense!"

"Those scum don't need any reason, bro." Sideswipe folded his arms. "But they're gonna pay for this, big time."

Bumblebee collapsed on the ground and dropped his head. "There's something you guys should know. Skyfire was with

the decepticons."

_"What??"_ everyone echoed.

Bumblebee nodded wearily at Omega. "He's the one that cut Omega's head off."

"Stinking..._traitor."_ Cliffjumper spat out.

Shocked silence was the only response.

****


Megatron received his triumphant troops on the docking bay. They all had various injuries but were still functional.

"Hail, Megatron." Starscream strode with arrogant pride. "See what a march we've brought this day!"

"Indeed." the evil leader smiled his approval. "You have all done extremely well! The attack was clean, efficient, and

effective." he moved over to Skyfire. The tall jet stood with the same emotionless expression he'd held since attacking

Omega.

"Skyfire, you've won my approval." red optics held a nasty gleam as he appraised the jet. A silvery black hand stroked the

broad chest.

"In fact..there may be a _special_ place for you in the heirarchy."

Starscream stiffened, not liking the tone. "Everyone should report for repairs before debriefing, Megatron."

Megatron looked over his troops. "Most severely injured report first. Return to the conference area in 2800 breems.

Dismissed!"

The decepticons dispersed, returning to their quarters or going for repairs. Skyfire moved off silently.

"Skyfire, I would have a word with you." Starscream caught up.

"Yes, commander." the tone was flat.

Red optics narrowed. /Something is odd here./ "We need to talk. You are not functioning properly."

"I am fully functional, commander. You need not be concerned."

"You will attend me! Come."

"As you command."

****

Astrotrain and Blitzwing finished taking a long shower together. They mulled over the mission in their private quarters.

"Pretty amazing the way that went down. Man, that was exciting!" Astrotrain sat at the table.

Blitzwing agreed. "Skyfire was extremely impressive. It looks like our goals can be realized."

"Something's off with him, though. You notice?"

"Yes. It happened after the attack on Omega. He seemed to shut down mentally, only running on instinct."

Astrotrain snacked on an energon salad. "Breaker mentioned his spark is damaged. I wonder..."

Blitzwing nodded. "We'll need to know more. By helping him we help ourselves."

****

Starscream watched his ex lover closely. The large jet walked to his bed and sat slowly, still wearing a disturbingly blank

expression.

Breaker rolled to the middle of the bedroom floor in his sphere mode. "Big Sky sick, Starscream."

"Yes, I know." the seeker's voice was even. "How is your wound, Skyfire?"

Icy blue optics were unwavering. "I...there is pain, but it is partially resealed."

"I want you to report to Hook after we talk here."

A nod. "Yes." more silence.

Starscream looked to the sphere. "Breaker, run a diagnostic on Skyfire. Tell me anything useful, even if it doesn't seem

important."

"Can do." Breaker bounced alongside the jet. A small tube connected with a relay on Skyfire's hand. The sphere

hummed busily.

Starscream approached , putting a hand on a large shoulder. "Anything yet?"

"Need few more astroseconds. Sky big, takes time." more whirring.

/I think I already know./

"Know why Sky sick." Breaker stated, retracting his tube. "Spark very damaged, make imbalance in all systems."

"Transformers are known to function with damaged sparks." Starscream replied. "What else?"

"They function, not healthy. Constant stress on components, cause erratic behavior. Broken bonds cause eventual

disorder, glitch in hardwire. Separation of processing function."

"Go on."

"Cause perception break. No reality control. Personality split, psychosis."

"Recommendation?"

"Use safeword, personal. Hardwire will respond through memory. Temporary patch. Spark damage not resolved."

Starscream touched the pale face gently. "I'll deal with one catastrophe at a time."

Breaker beeped again. "Best results through bond. Nice copulation program, spark merge will heal completely."

Red optics narrowed. "Nosey little ball. I'll take it from here!"

The sphere buzzed. "If not, Breaker do."

Starscream kicked the minicon across the room. "If you can stop dreaming of cluster fucks, stay over there! I need room."

The sphere rolled to a stop. "Payback." Breaker murmured quietly.

****

Starscream held Skyfire's face. _"Fire from the sky,_ love. Follow your _Star,_ fly with me."

Blue optics flashed, clearing in recognition. "Starscream?"

The seeker stood back. "Yes. You're aware again."

Skyfire stared at his hands. "I must have...blacked out...the attack."

"You were acting strangely after cutting Omega's head off."

The big jet sat stupefied. "I..am..._insane."_

Starscream sat next to him. "Explain to me what happened and at what point."

"Difficult to say." Skyfire strained to think. "I remember the attack on Omega. He called me a traitor, we flew in formation

and I attacked again. He fired his cannon at me."

Red optics were wild. "I saw you head for the skies then. I knew your plan, Skyfire. It's what you were born to do!"

"Omega tossed Skywarp and he tumbled out of control. I flew after him and told him to stabilize. He landed on me and

resumed flight. I was thinking..."

"Ah."

"Distracted, wondering what in Primus was wrong with me. I was struck by one of Omega's beams. Then...things get a

little hazy."

A sleek blue hand squeezed a larger white one. "This is the critical juncture, Skyfire."

"I was...angry. The shot wounded me and I nearly blacked out. And the pain returned to my spark, fire and ice. And

then...something took me over. I was myself and something else. There was so much rage my mind shut down. I was

moving on pure instinct, and couldn't stop myself. The next thing I remember was landing near you after Omega had

fallen."

"I wondered when this might happen."

"What?"

Starscream chuckled. "Remember your science of our species, Skyfire. Hardwiring. Basic, primal instinct. Surrounded

by personality components and rounded by life experience and conditioning."

"Augh." Skyfire held his head. "Not possible...I always managed to control those impulses. But I haven't been the same

since being surrounded by decepticons."

"A similar occurance happened to me on the first kill also."

The big jet was speechless. "I knew nothing of this."

"When I initially joined the decepticons, I was wired like one but not conditioned that way. After all, you and I were

explorers and scientists, not warriors. So when my first mission required violence and death, I tried to shut down. But it

was a fool's choice. My instinctual hardwiring took over and overrode conscious will. Eventually I stopped fighting it, it was

too painful and made me mentally unstable."

"Madness, Starscream. We aren't protoforms."

"Listen to me, Sky. It also causes spark damage. You know the research."

"But how is it possible? Ages ago, neither of us were prone to violence."

"But remember, conditions weren't there to activate our hardwiring. The potential always existed. Our main programming

is the foundation of everything else. Free will can only control it for so long. Eventually instincts rebel and take over.That's

what happened to you today. You were running on basic hardwiring. Decepticon hardwiring, which deems you attack and

destroy."

Skyfire stood abruptly and groaned, covering his optics. "Primus, that's what happened! My last thought was killing an

autobot, and I'd _never_ decide such a thing consciously!"

"In this I am wiser than you, Sky. Our early exploration controlled our restless urges and need to be in constant motion."

"I see that now. The most obvious things elude me at times! Basic hardwiring for decepticons is ambition and industry.

Autobots creativity and preservation. I remember the speculation on this balancing of our society in scientific circles. I still

don't believe it completely."

"Nor do I, but isn't it curious how decepticons and autobots tend to have occupations related to their hardwiring? And I'm

not even speaking of the war."

Skyfire was quiet a moment. "I often thought it a curiosity. A strange coincidence. And there are exceptions."

"The basics remain the same, and war made everything extreme. Many chose sides out of fear. Others were exiled or

killed for not choosing at all." Flame red optics dimmed. "Do you understand at last why I was so different when we found

you?"

A slow nod. "Yes. Having experienced this...I can't deny the change."

Starscream smiled vaguely. "Now there is truly no going back, Sky. Your memories of the autobots will be painful, but in

time subside. Your place is here. It was _always_ here."

"So you say." the jet's voice was rough. "But my reason for coming here was you." those blue optics flared again. "Do I

have _you,_ Star?"

Red optics were slits. "Your place...is at my side."

"That isn't an answer."

"Ask a different question."

Skyfire moved to the bed again. "We play a strange game, Star. A dangerous one." he sidled next to his seeker. White

hands caressed a golden cockpit.

/Thank you for bringing me back./

Starscream faltered, shivering. "I...you're welcome. Now please stop touching me." he weakly pushed away.

Skyfire pulled him in again. /I just want to hold you. I won't do anything./ arms wrapped around.

/Do you want Thundercracker to kill me?/

"I need to touch you, Starscream. You're my only link to sanity right now."

Starscream settled in close. /I won't let you fall./

The pair spent a few groons in silence, relaxing in mutual quiet.

And then it happened. Again. The thrumming, pounding, insistent heat that spread through their bodies. Sparks strained

and pulsed against heated casings, wanting union.

"See Hook for repairs!" Starscream said suddenly, feeling his control wane. He shifted to move.

Skyfire didn't release him immediately. "Let me thank you before I go." He said softly. A kiss, gentle at first. But not for

long. The white jet swept his seeker up.

_Sky._

And they kissed. Starscream fell forward, arms dangling as Skyfire devoured his mouth hungrily, wrapping tongue units.

_Star..._

_Damn..._

_Always the best..._

_Go to hell..._

_Only with you..._

Starscream managed to stagger up and out of the embrace. "This can't continue, Skyfire."

"True. You have a decision to make."

"No I don't."

"You enjoyed it."

"So did you. What's your point?"

There was a sudden beeping nearby on the floor. "Both stupid, talk too much. Need hard cluster fuck, solve problem."

Starscream pointed at the minicon sphere. "Is there any way to shut him up?"

Skyfire made a face. "I'll admit he's rather single minded. But this time he's right."

"No he's not." Starscream moved to the door. "I'm starting to think his program is stuck in a loop!"

More beeping from Breaker. "You stuck, not me. Always kissing, running away! Stuck on stupid."

Skyfire roared with laughter. "So speaks my friend!"

"Whatever." Starscream glared at the minicon. "See about that injury, then report to the debriefing." he stalked out.

Skyfire picked up the sphere in amusement. "Breaker, have you ever considered being a bond counselor?"

"Only if good pay."

To be continued