This story is going to kill me.
TFP isn't mine. If it was, I would not be posting fanfiction because that's.. actually against the rules.

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Starscream stares at his berth, shivering. He's baffled, honestly. Megatron is violent, then.. hesitant, violent, then gentle, then… well he's not sure what this is. Neglecting? Reclusive? Preparing a trap?

Fearing punishment if he doesn't even try to walk to his berth, the Seeker uses the wall to support himself as he stands shakily. Surprised to notice a small observation window in the door, he glances through it to see Megatron pacing.

Something happened on that flight. Starscream thinks back to it as he tries to take a step. He leans too far backwards, then overcorrects and twists painfully to the side as he falls, squeaking in surprise.

Megatron opens the door again, sighing. “One step, Starscream?” He kneels next to the mech, untwisting his frame from the knot he tied himself in. “This is pathetic.”

Starscream shudders as the warlord's servos linger on his thighs for a moment, before Megatron lifts him to his pedes, this time holding his chassis at an angle where he can balance. “Try again.”

Suddenly, the Seeker yelps as a servo brushes the spot where his wings were attached to his back. He instinctively lashes out with his claws and speeds under his berth after falling to his knees.

Megatron stares blankly at the spot where Starscream was only a second before, touching the deep scratches on his faceplate for an instant before pulling his digits away tinted with Energon.

He doesn't know what to say, what to do. So he goes over and sits on the berth. “What was that, Starscream?”

The tone of his voice is dangerous, although slightly confused. The Seeker remains in his hiding spot, trembling as he answers. “I'm sorry… it scared me…”

“What did, Starscream?” Megatron has no recollection of doing anything to frighten the skittish mech. In his memory, he was being extremely gentle.

Starscream curls into a tighter ball. “When you touched my wing joints…”

“Oh.” The warlord could have smacked himself. Of course that had terrified the mech. “Come here.”

“No.” Starscream winces at his own boldness, but stays where he is.

Megatron sighs. “It is time for your Energon. Then you will tell me exactly who it is you've been asking to comfort you all night long.”

Starscream's optics widen, and he flattens himself against the wall. He doesn't say a word, as if staying silent will get Megatron to change his mind or possibly even forget about his presence.

“Starscream.” Megatron sighs. “It will make it infinitely better on you if you come out of hiding and tell me.”

The Seeker whines softly, trying to hide even farther. Megatron looks down the side of the berth, raising an optic ridge at the cowering mech below him. “I can almost guarantee you that if you give me an answer within the next nanoclik I will not drag you out from under there and smack you.”

The Seeker yelps, dragging himself out from under the berth and crawling across the room. The warlord watches with some amusement as Starscream attempts to bury himself under a shelf. “Starscream, just tell me. I do not have a lot of patience for this.”

Starscream looks up at him, his back pressed against another wall as he trembles nervously. “I… I was crying for… for you.”

Megatron's processor goes blank as he stares back at the Seeker. For an instant he fears he won't find anything to say. “Starscream, whenever I come near you, you tremble or cower in fear as if I'm going to assault or murder you.”

“I don't like being alone, okay?” Starscream snaps, a small part of his old personality showing through again. “And you've been really the only one who never abandoned me, even if all you did was hurt me.”

The warlord almost recoils at the outburst, instead standing up and lifting the Seeker into his arms again, optics frighteningly gentle. “And what exactly were you crying for Starscream?”

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*can't breathe*