I am embarrassed as to how long it took me to get back to writing this. Forgive me darlings as I needed some time to get back into writing to improve my skills.
Requested by the great Wolfsrahne. I hope this is what you were looking for!

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"Y/n on your left!" Arcee's voice rings through your comm and your audial receptors, and you turn quickly. Ducking low, you barely manage to dodge the missile directed at you by commander Starscream.

Commander Starscream... even when he's trying to kill us he's handso- no Y/n! Fighting time not daydreaming time!

You snap back from your thoughts to the present time just in time to dodge a swipe from Starscream's sharp digits.

"Getting a bit slow there Dearest Y/n. You would do better with personal training from me." His voice is sly as you duck away from another swipe and a shiver runs down your backstrut at the look in his eyes.

Stupid, sexy Starscream! Wait no not SEXY! He's trying to kill you Y/n, he's just messing with your head! Don't let him get to you!

You quip back at him as confidently as you can while lunging towards him with your own attacks, "Yeah? Well I see your aim has gotten a lot better! Have you been practicing for me?"

You swivel and duck under a punch, and straighten out a leg to slam into his side, sending him to sprawl onto the ground to your left from the force of it. He smirks, a small trickle of energon leaking from between his dermas as he looks back up at you and a sarcastic laugh breaks loose.

"You truly believe that I would care what you think of my aim? My aim is far greater then yours even at my worse."

You feel the dreaded flush rise to your faceplates as he rises to his pedes and stalks towards you. His optics meet yours and for a moment, you see an out of place emotion, but it is quickly hidden back behind his usual condescending glare.

"With some training you'd make a fine Decepticon. A very fine Decepticon indeed," He backs you towards the edge of the cliff you're fighting on, and you hear Arcee's warnings through your comm.

He raises one servo, his digit trailing lightly over the Autobot symbol on your shoulderplate, before disgust flashes across his features. " if only you weren't tainted by this hideous symbol of the Prime." He backs away a pedestep before leveling his arm missile at your chest.

"I believe you've lost my dearest Y/n."

Your processor must have glitched, because in that moment all you could see was gray and red and blue, and suddenly you're on top of him. One fist swinging down to punch him in the face as he yelps and attempts to shield himself. He throws you away, and you land unsteadily on your pedes. Jumping  to the side to avoid another missile, you grab his arm and twist your body to throw him over your shoulder.

He hits the ground with a grunt and you quickly level your own blaster at his head.

"And YOU'D make a fine... a fine... uh... I'll think of something later!" You quickly trail off as the awkwardness settles into your voice and he snorts.

"Of course you will."

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"Funny how we keep running into each other like this!" You duck away yet again as Starscream goes for you first in the fight.

"Perhaps it's a sign you should join us." He retorts sarcastically,  but you think you can detect a small, genuine smile at your comment.

His fighting style has become predictable,  but at this point, with he amount of times the two of you have fought, yours is probably just as predictable as his to him. So you try to stay unpredictable. Instead of dodging his next swipe, you catch his servo, but it doesn't quite work out how you planned because instead of twisting it to get out of your grip he uses his other servo to grab your other servo and he launches himself into the air, off the cliff. With you still grasped firmly in his servos.

You being a seeker, you don't mind flying. In fact, you love it. It's a wonderful destressor. But when you aren't in jet form is a whole different story.

"Starscream you fool!"

"I didn't think it was that close I was aiming for the ground!"

The two of you jerk away from each other to transform, but his armor gets caught on yours and suddenly your arms are locked in a way that you can't break free, and transforming would tear both of your arms off.

"Bulkhead! Wheeljack! I need bac-!" You speak into your comm to get help, but your voice is cut off as you slam into the side of the cliff.

Starscream had grabbed onto something that is out of your sight, but the force of the stop unlocked your arms, and now you're dangling from his tight grasp.

"DON'T LET GO!" You frantically yell up to him before realization floods you along with embarrassment.

"What the frag do you mean?" And with that he releases your service from his grasp and you smoothly transform midair. Flying back up, your blasters are aimed at his but he only groans and puts his head down as he holds onto the rough outcrop of rock.

"Are we taking this fight back to the ground of what?"

"I c-n- tran-orm." His voice is quiet as if embarrased, and you move in closer.

"Speak up Decepticon."

"I can't transform, femme! Is that loud enough for you?!" He yells at you and you cant help but laugh before slight guilt hits you.

"T-cog troubles?"

"You could say that, dearest Y/n."

You inwardly sigh but move to hover just below him. "You're lucky I'm honorable. Get on and don't speak a word of this."

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"Hello dear. What a lovely evening don't you think?" Starscream chuckles as you two engage in battle yet again. You simply roll your optics and sigh as you furiously keep the energon from rising to your face by cutting off a couple internal tubes.

"Yep. Just lovely. Now can you please go back so I can go back and recharge?" You give it a shot, but he only laughs again as he aims his missile towards you.

"You can recharge when I say so my sweet Y/n." You duck under the shot and tackle him to the ground where you promptly sit on his lower chest plating. Holding down his arms,you take a moment to breath and let your spark rate go down.

"What in the name of Primus are you doing?! Release me at once!" His enraged yell makes Smokescreen look over from where he's fighting arms the young rookie laughs.

"Good job Y/n!"

You flash a smile back to him before unclipping a pair of Cybertronian servocuffs from your upper leg armor, and you cuff his servos before climbing off of him.

"Looks like I'll be getting some sleep tonight." You state as he grumpily glares at you and Smokescreen.

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So I know this is super super super late. Forgive me please it's been a busy past couple of months and my writing inspiration is almost gone. I still love Transformers and writing, but the inspiration seems to have defenestrated itself.

Word count~ 1252

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