A much deserved update for all of my lovely readers (Just finished, and I personally like how this one came together). Enjoy!

Starscream leads you from the room, much to your relief, winding through twisting hallways and dimly lit corridors, each the same grey color with the same style doorways and the same strange gloom that seems to hang in the air thick enough to cut through. Starscream must have noticed your slightly alarmed face.

"Don't worry. A little time and you'll get used to it." He says, his strange voice bouncing off the walls in an echo.

"I don't know whether to feel relieved or frightened by that..." You say, looking down. You had been kidnapped after all, by an alien, and there was probably zero chance you were getting out of here-wherever here was.

"You should be grateful I decided to take you here instead of kill you on sight." The mech spat, red eyes narrowing.

You shrink away from him, curling in on yourself. So much hate in those eyes, so much anger, and perhaps what makes him even more dangerous is the glint of fear lurking beneath. However if he notices, he doesn't do anything about it, angrily stomping through the doors that open with his approach.

Inside is a strange metal board that you assume must be his bed, if for the only reason that it seems to be the one thing large enough for him to lay on in the room. On the wall to right of it is a chair and large table with some strange alien technology pad resting on top. The opposite wall has a black screen and small desk with a keyboard, and against the far wall an assortment of what looks to be giant pieces of cloth and seemingly very dangerous weapons decorates the grey backdrop. Purple tinted lights glow on the ceiling, but shadows still creep in the corners.

He sets you down on top of the table none-too-gently, scowling at you as he plops down on the seat. He props his chin on his hands and glares half-heartedly at you.

"Well, Megatron has dubbed me your guardian. Now what am I supposed to do with you?" He says, more to himself.

You shrug and smile smalley. "You could always, you know, let me go." You say.

He smirks, "Now why would I do that?"

You open your mouth to reply, but stop short when you can't think of a reason for him to release you. No doubt Megatron would have his head.

He chuckles. "You are an amusing one. Tell me Y/N, what were you doing out in the middle of the woods when I found you? I am oh so very curious." He says, leaning a bit closer to you.

A small shiver of fear crawls down your back but you shake it off with a deep breath.

"Well," you start, "My friend Scarlett and I had just gotten out of school and were walking to my house when we saw this F-16 flying around. We were confused, because they normally don't fly around here, so we stopped to watch it for a minute. It flew really low, like twenty feet above us, which Scarlett wasn't so thrilled about, but continued on its way as we continued on ours." You noticed the Seeker's smirk at your mentioning of how close he had come to the ground and the puny, weak humans. You ignored the look and continued, "She left and I went up to my room, when I heard the rumble of a plane. Like usual, I rushed over to my window to see what kind of jet it was, and then I noticed it was the same F-16 from earlier. I was about to leave when I saw a blue laser like thingy shoot up and hit the F-16's wing, causing it to fall out of the air and crash in the woods. I immediately thought the pilot must be injured and rushed out to go help, not knowing if he'd be able to get out or call for assistance. I ran all the way through town, out to the woods and almost killed myself falling into the opening it had crashed in. And when I stood up expecting to see a crashed plane and injured pilot, I saw a giant alien robot that kidnapped me and brought me here."

"You were going to help the pilot?" He asks.

That's not what you were expecting in response to that story. "Well of course! You were shot in the wing and crashed and if there had been a pilot-wait a second." You say, glancing over his shoulder to his wing. "Are you okay?"

Starscream visibly stiffens, those wings perking up delicately. "I'm fine."

You arch an eyebrow. "Really?"

He looks down at you, eyes turning to slits. "What does it matter anyway?"

"Because maybe I could help! Turn around."

"Taking orders from a human? I think not."

"Oh for goodness sakes." You say exasperated, "Just turn around!"

He huffs in disbelief but turns nonetheless. There, right in the center of his left wing, a nasty scorch mark, a darker grey-brown-black than his normal paint, angrily stretches across the otherwise smooth finish. Like the equivalent of a giant red burn on your skin.

"Oh my god! Now I know you're lying, there's no way that can't hurt!" You say loudly, eyes scanning over the wing to check for any more damage.

He huffs again still looking off to the side, leaning against the table, but says nothing. You glance nervously up at the back of his head before slowly reaching out, gently placing your small hands on the wing. It immediately stiffens and he whirls on you, slamming his hands down on either side of your tiny body.

"What are you doing?!" He growls out.

You flinch away, darting your hands back. "I was just looking! I wanted to see if there was anything I could do...is there anything I could do?" You ask, looking at him from the corners of your eyes, still tucked into yourself from his outburst.

He relaxes slightly, a pondering look mixing with his guarded features. "I suppose you could try to get the scorch mark off..."

You look up at him and smile timidly. "How do I do that?"

He grumbles something under his breath and gets up, walking to the back of the room and grabbing one of the rags from the wall. As he walks back over, you can't help but notice that the rag is more of a quilt to you. You yelp as he drops it on top of you, floundering to the edge of the blanket and sticking your head out, pouting up at him as you notice your ruined hair. He smirks.

"I don't think this is going to work, got anything smaller?" You add, crawling out from underneath.

He lifts it up and faster than you can blink, slices a piece off that floats down to you. You stare up at him in slight shock as he looks at his incredibly sharp claws.

He notices your look and smirks again. "They can be quite useful sometimes, and not just when cutting rags but enemies too. Like that blasted scout that did this." He says, slowly sinking into his anger again.

"I'm sure you'll get that chance, but right now, how about telling me what to do?" You say, trying to distract him and calm him down before he turned those claws on you.

He rolls his eyes. "Just gently rub until the mark starts to disappear."

"Alright, here, lean down against the table so I can reach." You say, wrapping your fingers in the soft fabric and reaching up as he reclines further.

You tentatively reach up, just about to start when he jerks back.

"I said gentle!" He shrieks.

"Starscream I haven't even touched you yet!"

"But seeker wings are incredibly sensitive!"

"Oh my god will you just lay down and stay put!?!"

He practically drops back to his previous position, forcing you to jump back from the edge. You glare at him and he glares right back, red meeting E/C in a battle over stubbornness. With him watching you closely, you reach up to his wing, gently placing one hand right below the wound to support yourself and then ever so lightly touch the fabric to the angry black mark. Starscream hisses in pain and goes to move back but you coo little reassurances until he grimaces and bears it. Slowly you work the cloth in small circles, rubbing away the darkness until there is none left, all the while feeling his gaze on you the whole time. With another piece Starscream cuts off for you, you gently puff a breath of hot air over the cool metal and polish it back up, restoring it to its regular luster. You step back to admire your work while Starscream slowly sits upright, wiggling his wing around and stretching it out, craning his neck over his shoulder to see. He looks back at you as you fold up the cloth and grin.

"Feel better?"

"Much...thank you." He says, nearly choking on the words.

"Well no need to hurt yourself over thanking me." You say with a roll of your eyes.

"No it's not-it's not that." He stumbles, "I've- no one's ever done anything like this for me. Helped me just because they wanted to."

You stop grinning and look up at him. "Really?"

He shrugs but nods. "No one has ever cared enough, or thought enough of me to do so."

Your heart aches for the seeker, and you suddenly understand his intimidating exterior. Angry so people become afraid, bossy so he can treat others the way he's been or at least have some sort of power, and that underlying fear that everyone will hurt him and abandon him like those who already have.

You can feel your heart break into little pieces at the same time you feel your resolve force them back together. You were going to help this mistreated mech, no matter what. He needed a friend, and you knew the feeling all too well.

With a new look of determination and empathy sparkling in your eyes you turn them up to the mech, "Well Commander Starscream, I think that's about to change."

His eyes widen and something vulnerable enters them as he stays silent for a moment. Then with a voice as small as the smile, the real, true smile now resting on his face, he says, "I think I'd like that."

As the tiny human moves to clean up the rags, folding them and tucking them off to the side, Starscream watches in silence. He thinks his spark may have stopped beating altogether. He couldn't get that emotion that had crossed your face out of his head. Heartbroken, empathetic, determined, one after another in quick, hard succession that had felt like a physical blow to his chassis. Well Commander Starscream, I think that's about to change. Here she was, kidnapped, stranded on an alien ship, conversing with one of the most malicious of the Decepticons, and she wanted to help him. Him. Not the powerful warlord or good looking doctor. Him, the annoying, power hungry, ambitious, manipulative seeker. No, his spark definitely hadn't stopped, because when she looked back up at him again and those E/C eyes glowed and her joyful smile grew, it started to pound and thrum like a thousand cannon shots. He hadn't smiled in a long while, but this little human girl made him smile for the second time in just a few minutes with that radiant look. Yes, he decided, he would most definitely like it.