A/N: This is just a little continuation of chapter one. I couldn't find a song that was fitting. Please don't kill me for being mean to Screamer! I'm taking suggestions for other songs for me to write things with.
Disclaimer: Not mine :'(
Starscream tried to concentrate on something other than his aching wings as he flew, silently following the Autobot saboteur back to his base. He knew he would only have one chance to appeal to Optimus Prime before they took him prisoner. He could not let that happen. If the Autobots took him prisoner, they would return him to Megatron. The F-15 shuddered at the thought of what his former leader would do to him if he ever returned.
The tricolored jet's sensor net pinged him as he neared to Autobot base, and he didn't even try to hide his presence. By the time he had landed, a majority of the Autobot army had come out to greet him. How sweet. Starscream transformed and landed shakily in front of the Prime, too focused on not falling to his knees in pain to call up his customary smirk.
The Autobot leader stared down at the smaller mech for several minutes. When no explanation about the jet's being there was forthcoming, the Matrix-bearer rumbled out, "What are you doing here, Starscream?" Pit, he sounded angry. Starscream's shaking kicked up a notch, and he fought with himself, willing his body not to turn tail and run. He had nowhere else to go.
Optimus had been very surprised to hear that the Decepticon SIC was following Jazz back from his recon mission, not even trying to hide himself from their sensors. The Prime was even more surprised when the aforementioned seeker had the audacity to land right in front of him. Most of his ire left him, however, when he saw the sorry state the jet was in, trembling like a frightened sparkling and obviously healing from severe injuries. His optics widened as he saw how Starscream reacted to his question. The poor Seeker's shaking worsened, and he took a half-step back before forcing himself to freeze. Prime started to move forward, but stopped short when the other, smaller, mech flinched violently. The semi allowed Ratchet to shove him out of the way as the medic rushed to his patient's side.
Starscream stiffened and flinched reflexively when the Prime came toward him, thinking that the Autobot leader might decide to take a page out of Megatron's book when it came to him. Before he could think to run away, the Autobot medic was rushing him inside their base, yelling blush-worthy obscenities at any bot that dared get in their way. Apparently, his flight from the Nemesis had reopened some of his previous wounds, and well as aggravating him newer ones. The medic had already cursed Megatron's ancestry all the way back to the Thirteen, he was sure. The Seeker could see, as he lost consciousness, the temperamental red Autobot standing outside the OR door, obviously a security measure.
Ratchet was pissed. He hated resorting to human profanity to describe his anger, but it worked. He could see all too clearly that his patient's wounds were not battle-related. The almost-healed dents in his shoulder-vents were shaped suspiciously like large hands; the poorly welded rips and tears in the tricolored jet's wings couldn't have been caused by Autobot weapons. The medic dreaded his impending report to Prime about the Decepticon SIC's injuries. The red and white mech sighed, returning his thoughts to his work on the jet's ruined frame. He would worry about what to tell his leader later.
Starscream hurt. That was his first thought upon coming out of medical stasis. The second thought was more coherent, though his processer was still fogged. Where was he? The seeker could hear voices, and the beeping of medical equipment. The medbay, perhaps? No, Hook wouldn't have bothered putting him under for repairs. The Decepticon medic could cause pain just as much as he could fix damages, and he enjoyed it more. The Voice was talking to him, whoever it was, telling him to online his optics. The jet complied, seeing no reason not to. The sight that welcomed his brought his recent memory crashing back to him with all the force of Megatron's fusion cannon. Garish orange ceiling tiles, alongside the gruff but blurred face of the medic, Ratchet if he remembered correctly, greeted his unsuspecting optics. Ratchet started speaking again, asking him if he was in pain. "Of course I'm in pain!" he wanted to yell at the autobot. His wings were aching like the Pit, and the thruster that the medic was working on stung occasionally, even though it was numbed. Ratchet was describing the necessary procedures to bring him up to full running capacity. Shortly, another face joined Ratchet in his field of vision. His vision went from grey blurs to smears of white, and finally color set in all at once. Once he could see, he all most wished he was back in the darkness of stasis. Starscream immediately shifted away from Prime, feeling crowded, and still worried that the semi-truck would be angry for his intrusion into Autobot airspace. Ratchet angrily shooed his leader away when he noticed the Seeker's squirming. Then he turned to Starscream, the gleam in his optics worrying the tricolored jet. It was the same look Hook had when Megatron gave him a new 'project' to work on "Is he going to fix me, or dissect me until I'm nothing but scrap metal and wires?" was the thought flittering across his muddled processer. Before he could find out, Ratchet said something, and a strange beeping filled the air. He tried to ask what was happening, but blackness consumed him. The tone of the voices rose against his audials before they too stopped.
A/N: *Jedi mind trick* You will press the button