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The Prompt:
http://tfanonkink.livejournal.com/10462.html?view=9107422#t9107422
Title: Unintended
From The Twisted Minds Of: Dellykins & Chi Shiro
Verse: G1 AU
Series: Unintended (flag ship story)
Rating: M
Warnings: Mech-preg, Character Death, Violence, Spark-sex, H/C, Angst, Dub-con.
Pairings: Megatron/Skywarp/Starscream/Thundercracker/, Later Jazz/Prowl/Thundercracker, Ensemble.
Disclaimer: We don’t own.
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Thundercracker curled up on the berth. He was tired all the time now, but it was to be expected. The little spark currently attached to his own was a massive energy siphon in comparison to its size. He wasn’t going to complain, though. He already loved it. The whole trine did.
Skywarp touched his chest-plates and warbled in seeker cant, pressing his cheek against the warm, living metal. The purple seeker hummed a Vosnian lullaby, one any flier would instantly recognize. It might be awhile before this little one could soar through the towers of their home city-state, but it would know the culture long before hand. Thundercracker could honestly say he had never seen Skywarp so happy, so content.
Starscream sat across the room, working at his desk on some project or another. Thundercracker could tell he was trying his best not to look their way. To focus on the data-pad in his hands, plans for tomorrow’s raid no doubt. He was obviously loosing this internal struggle, and Thundercracker could not help but smile softly as he heard his Star begin to hum softly along with Warp.
His Star, his trine-mate since they were tiny seekerlets. And his Warp, who came a little later but was never loved any less because of it. Soon there would be a tiny mechling trotting after them, making their family absolutely perfect and wonderfully complete.
Well, perhaps not absolutely perfect. There was one dark cloud on the horizon of his daydreams. A certain gray, ground-bound mech that Scree seemed to have an interest, bordering on obsession, in. If he were human he would liken the other to the drunk uncle who shows up on Thanksgiving and ruins the festivities for everyone. And he could very easily ruin these happy plans he was making for the future. Very, very easily ruin them.
“Scree...have you told him yet?” Thundercracker finally asked, feeling fretful about the situation. Fretful and more than a little bit scared.
“Mighty Megatron does not know yet, but it’s not like old bucket-head will do anything to harm the newspark. Our leader would not risk having his invitation in here revoked, he would not even think about harming one of us out of that fear.” Starscream snorted. He clearly felt insulted that Thundercracker would ask such a thing.
Thundercracker pulled a face, nowhere near as convinced of his leader’s volatile temper as his mate was. His tone carried all the worry and exasperation he felt at the situation, “Scree...”
“Well, it is the truth.” Starscream said, his usual haughty tone not wavering for a klik.
Thundercracker watched him for a long moment, and sighed inside. There was no use in arguing with Scree when he was certain of something. He had only met one other mech as stubborn and thick plated as his trine leader, and that was Megatron. Primus help them all.
The sparkling pulsed gently against his own spark, its presence warm and golden across the bond. It already loved him; flooding him with feelings of calm, soothing him, assuring its carrier that all would be alright as long as it was well. Thundercracker could feel it tug on the trine bond through its creation bond, trying to send equal amounts of love to Warp and Star. It loved all of them in a way he had not know was possible for grown mechs to feel, let alone half-formed newsparks.
Starscream watched him back, the snark and sass that made up his normal look melting away as he rose from his seat and crossed the space between them. He touched Thundercracker’s chest plates, his digits twining with Skywarp’s.
“Stop worrying so much, TeeCee.” Skywarp said, “It’s not good for the sparklet.”
Starscream sighed, a pensive look gracing his features. He did not want to have this conversation right now, to risk upsetting his carrying trine-mate, but it was something they needed to talk about, “He has been pushing for a greater commitment than what we have already given him.”
Thundercracker knew exactly who the he Starscream was referring to was and could not help but frown on the inside. Megatron again. It was always Megatron these days. If he was being honest, it had always been Megatron ever since a certain purple glitch-head (thank you, Skywarp) gave Star an arena holo-vid for his creation cycle so very many vorns ago.
“It is something to think on, Thundercracker. He could help us protect the newspark better than we could on our own.” Star said it in that infuriating way of his, like he was stating a fact his trine-mate should have already known. The Terran sky was blue. There were hammerhead sharks patrolling the waters surrounding the Nemesis. Megatron, and his deadly fusion canon, could better protect their newspark than the three of them on their own.
“You know how I feel about that.” Thundercracker said quietly, refusing to meet Starscream’s optics.
“I know,” Starscream ex-vented a sigh, pressing on. “But...it could be to our benefit.”
“Or he could slag you up worse than he already does,” Thundercracker frowned. Tumultuous did not even begin to describe Megatron and Starscream’s relationship. It left Thundercracker with a processor ache every time he tried to understand it. Why his prince, his trine leader, his bond-mate , would put up with such a thing had always been beyond him. He might have been an exceptional specimen of a ground-pounder, but he was still just that. Only a grounder, always beneath even the lowliest flier. Certainly not a fitting berth-mate for the Vosnian prince.
“It’s not that bad,” Skywarp chimed in. He then wisely snapped his mouth shut as a glare from both trine-mates was shot his way.
Starscream climbed onto the berth with them, wrapping his arms around Thundercracker so the blue seeker was safely cocooned between himself and Warp. He tried to send pulses down the bond; love, want, understanding, acknowledgement of Thundercracker’s feelings tinted with reasoning as to why they were unwarranted.
“Scree...” Thundercracker held on to him tightly, his tone thoughtful. He did not want to ask this, but he had to know. “About Megatron...are you really serious about him being... That is to say... Is this just another grab for power? Honestly?”
The silence seemed to stretch out for an eternity and a day. Finally Starscream found it in him to answer. “I like him well enough. He is far more eloquent than any uneducated, ground-bound, Kaonite pit-fighter has the right to be.”
Warp giggled triumphantly, “So you do like him! I knew it! I’ve been saying it for vorns and you’re always ‘Oh no, he’s just a good face. It means nothing. Why would I lower myself to liking him?’ when it’s been as plain as the nasal ridge on your face plates that you have a thing for him. Confession, as the squishies say, is good for the spark.”
“Fraggit! Yes, Warp, I,” the red and white seeker spit the words out as if he was a human toddler and they were cod liver oil, “...like him. Luckily for me, his bucket-headed helm is too thick to realize it. And you are never to tell him I expressed such sentiments about liking him beyond his usefulness to us.” Starscream hissed.
Thundercracker could only roll his optics at that. It was plain to anyone who had visual sensors that Star mooned like a love sick calf if he had to be separated from Megatron for more then a few cycles. He had no doubt the Autobots already erroneously assumed the two were an old bonded couple. Luckily, they had not seemed to factor Warp and himself into this equation. He took enough flack from those pit spawned front-liners without them asking him the same questions they taunted Scree with.
He ducked as both pillows and playful insults started flying. His trine-mates were nothing if not immature. Still, he could not help but smile. These were the sires of his newspark; he was sure they had both contributed to the coding, and he would love them even if they were the biggest pair of glitch-heads this side of Cybertron. Which they were, at times, so that was convenient for them.
“You know, if we do bond with him Scree....he will know you like him.” Skywarp smirked, lobbing a pillow at Starscream to add injury to the alleged insult. The other seeker made an indignant squawking noise not unlike a domestic chicken. Skywarp laughed at that, making loud kissing sounds. Kissing wasn’t something their kind had done prior to exposure to organic culture. It was a pleasant enough thing, but far too emotional an act for the average Decepticon. The fact Starscream and Megatron routinely engaged in it was a never ceasing source of amusement for Skywarp and he never missed an opportunity to rub it in.
Thundercracker smiled softly, snuggling deeper into the berth until he found a place that would protect him from errant pillows but where he could still watch the show. Such were the joys of his life.