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Acid Rain	By : ANGELAMDOWNES Category: Transformers > G1 > AU/AR Views: 2992 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Author's Note- Hi this is the ninth chapter of Acid Rain.
Special thanks to Starlove, Decepticon Skywhip, The-writing-Mew, fan girl 666, Kitt SummerIsle, Iwanita, poisonouswaffle'n-stuffs, Guest, Chibi Oro, NightXIV, Mavis, LittleLadyLokiStark, Alestrel, X-Eclipse, Kami Count D, Riddick, O.verP.owered and silveryn83 for your reviews and comments.
Hello this is my first fic of this dark a nature so I would ask that you read the warnings carefully before reading and no flamers please. It's AU so you can imagine it however you want.
This story was partially inspired by Kami Count D's 'Crime and Punishment' fic and I would recommend you all to read it if you have not already (also if you like Starscream/Ironhide as a pairing 'Crime and Punishment's' companion fic 'The Enemy You Know' is also a very enjoyable read).
Unbetaed.
Disclaimer- I do not own Transformers or its characters.
Warnings- Rated MA. Non-con/graphic rape, violence, perhaps some slight gore and mutilation near/at the beginning, there may be consensual slash in later chapters, Transformer swearing, angst, depression, death, trauma, mentions of masturbation.
Warnings for this chapter- Transformer swearing, mentions of previous character death (major in the Prime verse), violence, depression, trauma, hints at past rape (not described), sexual references but nothing explicit.
Units of Time:- Astrosecond- 1 second Klik- 1 minute Cycle- 1 hour Orn- 1 day Decacycle- 1 week Meta-cycle- 1 month Solar cycle- 1 year Vorn- 1 million years
Italics- Flashbacks/thoughts/memories/link speak.
Bold- Comm speak.
Recognisable lines are borrowed/paraphrased from the 2007-2011 movies, accompanying games and other Transformers media.
I hope you enjoy the chapter and please review.

Chapter Nine- Colours
Starscream,
I give you my word that I will not harm you the next time we meet. I will visit you in your quarters after Knock Out has completed his work, Breakdown will escort you both to and from the medbay.
Megatron.
Short and rather curt but Starscream found himself staring at it curiously, unconsciously wondering how many drafts the tyrant had written of this little note before settling on the version currently in the Seeker's servos.
And why did Megatron not include any of his titles in his sign off?
Placing it carefully back on the berth, the flier picked up the other, slightly heavier, datapad entitled History of Kaon Gladiators and an Investigation of Gladiatorial Nature. Curling up into his habitual ball, as if protectively shielding the pad, Starscream soon became engrossed.

The recently repaired Conehead trine stood stoically listening to the concerns of their wing brothers. Starscream had not returned to check on them for two orns and the Decepticon Seekers were becoming anxious especially as there had been something off about their Winglord when he had visited.
It seemed they would have to return to the medbay mere cycles after being cleared to leave it and ask Hook what was wrong, not that they expected a full answer from the CMO. Doctor-patient confidentiality would prevent him from saying too much.
They might be able to glean some hints about Starscream's condition, however.
Turning on their thrusters they left their kin and strode from the hall.
Now that Starscream's trine was no longer with him, they were his unofficial guardians. They didn't want to lose their Winglord as they had lost Dreadwing and the large flier's trine through him.
Megatron often forgot them whenever his former second was mentioned and they had been buried by the fliers close to, but not with, their trine leader.
Strutting down the corridors, their trine-bond was alive with questioning, wondering what they had missed while in medical stasis. If Starscream was seriously harmed, his trinemates would have their sparks…
Specks of anxiety, purple in the golden thread of their link, grew in size as they reached the medic's domain.
If Megatron and Starscream had had a spat, what state was their Winglord in?
Shoulders and wings starting to slump, they forced themselves back to rigid attention, taking to spark what the others had told them their Air Commander's instructions to be, and entered the med-bay in formal formation.
Hook eyed them warily from his office; optics flashing beneath his visor, then stepped out to meet the trio.
Half a cycle later, the Coneheads left the medbay, clicking in annoyance and dissatisfaction, heading to check on their Air Commander for themselves.
The CMO sighed loudly through his vents and began checking on his remaining patients.

Soundwave's engines purred as Shockwave knowingly caressed his tentacles, the scientist bending down to kiss his partner. Being kissed by the cycloptic mech was more like having a warm vibration pressed to his lip components making them tingle, Shockwave not having a proper mouth to touch him with.
A kiss which was uniquely the scientist's own and something the telepath claimed as entirely his.
He permitted himself a few kliks to bask in his partner's affection before a sigh huffed from his vents, and the telepath stood and stretched out his long and elegant frame. Tentacles caressing Shockwave's shoulder, Soundwave headed out to speak once more with Megatron before instigating his plans, not just for rationing but also for potential battle strategies that could be used to initiate a surprise attack once the downpour ended; and the tyrant apparently had something he wished to discuss in private with his third that he refused to speak of over the comm link.
Heading down the corridors he paused as the Autobot-dubbed Conehead trine stopped in tandem to gaze at him, partially in respect and partially in observant suspicion.
As they passed each other, the telepath, noting the direction the Seekers were heading in, quickened his pace.
Megatron needed to be warned.
The trine paused outside Starscream's quarters, and requested entry, pinging at their Winglord's comm to let him know who was there and waited.

Megatronus, perhaps the greatest gladiator Kaon has ever known, remains undefeated at the time of writing. In a recent battle he bested Soundwave, a warrior nearly his equal in his skill, but spared his spark. This as has been shown was a rare move for such a mech, or indeed for most gladiators, it being more socially accepted to publically kill an opponent of such calibre to improve stature, rather than to claim their prize in private away from the avid optics of their fans.
Megatronus, therefore, is also rather different to his brethren, placing his own value of his opponent above the expectations of the spectators. However, he is typically volatile and arguably cruel to his younger, less experienced opponents as he defeats them, indicating he is only merciful towards those he respects. Certainly, he has only ever spared opponents from deactivation who appeared to have impressed him in some way whether through skill or technique, speed or strength.
Also it has been recorded through the speeches he has just begun to make to selected groups of mechs that he is capable of reasoning far above most of his gladiatorial brothers…
'You owe me this… I spared your life.' Megatron's voice suddenly hissed in his processor, and Starscream's talons lost their grip on the pad, it falling to the berth with a dull thunk. The frightening voice collided with his own reading of 'he is only merciful towards those he respects…'
Spark swirling in confusion, Starscream stared at a spot on the wall from his nest. So… Megatron did put some worth in him then? If the Warlord had no respect for him, instead of breaking his seal, he would have simply killed him surely? He had been wrong… But then why did the tyrant treat him as he had?
Frustration at being denied what he felt he was owed time and again for sparing his second execution? Then why had the Warlord's ill-treatment begun meta-cycles before that? It had not been quite so severe admittedly but was definitely in evidence.
It had even been life-threatening once, and over something so trivial. In secret Starscream had been working on an energon sword for his leader, noticing that Megatron's current blade was beginning to succumb both to time and wear caused by overuse. Designing it distracted him from the recent departure of his brothers and his increasing loss of standing with his fellow Decepticons, and he thought that when he presented it to his Master then Megatron might forgive whatever slight Starscream had unknowingly performed; and maybe their… relationship for lack of a better term could become more like what it had been before his promotion.
With a small amount of hope in his spark as he worked diligently on the weapon every spare klik he had, he had not initially been worried at his summons to the Great Hall. Starscream had been on no missions for several decacycles and was confident he had done nothing wrong; the silence he was confronted with, however, combined with everyone's optics boring into him caused ice to settle in his energon lines, collecting in his tanks.
Uneasily, though trying not to let his fear show, the winged mech crossed the room, the others giving him a wide berth, backing away from him to let their superior through as if he had some kind of contagious virus. Starscream had barely knelt before being confronted by his leader and Soundwave about keeping secrets and neglecting his duties and, at the worst possible moment, his vocaliser seemed to freeze, glitching without reason, and he found himself physically unable to explain his actions.
It was his first severe panic attack, Hook watching and taking note of it, but the CMO was restricted to spectating, forbidden to intervene.
Megatron rose from his throne and strode down his steps and the closer he grew, the more Starscream's symptoms worsened. His constricting spark pulsed at an unnaturally fast rate as he shook uncontrollably.
It was also the first time Starscream genuinely believed Megatron intended to kill him.
Half a cycle later, when the tyrant finally stopped striking him and withdrew, a look in the Warlord's optics Starscream could not understand even if he wanted to, Breakdown gathered him up and left the room. Just before he passed out, the Seeker noticed Hook and Knock Out flanking them, and… Megatron several yards behind the two medics, helm tilted just slightly in Starscream's direction.
When he got out of the medbay, in a moment of rage at what Megatron had done, he destroyed the half-formed weapon and the plans he had worked on so painstakingly. In that astrosecond, the thought of Megatron's declining weapon shattering on the battlefield and leaving him vulnerable, possibly getting him killed had caused Starscream genuine pleasure.
It was gone once the final strip of metal incinerated, leaving him feeling empty and deeply ashamed in himself for losing control and relishing, even for a moment, the thought of his leader's death.
Three orns later he was approached by a group operating in cells, wishing him to join them in a coup against the Decepticon Lord, but he had not agreed.
Not then…
The buzz his door gave to alert him to visitors distracted him from his thoughts, the pings to his comm line relieving him of the fear that Megatron had arrived early.
Primus damn it, he wasn't ready!
Calming himself, knowing that as Winglord he could not ignore his Seekers when they came to him, Starscream sent an internal order for his door to open, allowing his somewhat trinemates to enter. Without Skywarp and Thundercracker, if he flew with anyone at all it was the three in front of him.
They were beside his berth moments later, knelt in front of him, and crooning in comfort. Starscream could see and empathise with their frustration at the lack of a trine-bond as if they had one they could convey a million emotions at once if they wished. As it was, they were caught between offering him comfort in his obvious vulnerability- having seen that Starscream had built himself a nest to feel more secure- and asking what was wrong.
Reaching out to them, the Air Commander forced himself to sit up and sang quietly to them in Ancient Seeker, voice tentative, unsure of his current capability, but the storm provided a pleasant backing symphony. The attempt to calm his fliers worked to a degree, they fell silent, curling into the side of the berth and resting their helms on the soft metal as their Winglord petted their helms and wings.
Not wanting them to start questioning him he crooned to them until they fell into recharge, then stood and placed them in his nest.
Looking down on his frame, Starscream grimaced; Knock Out was going to laugh his paintwork off. Stepping into his washracks, his spark sent a painful pulse to the rest of his systems and the Seeker paused, gnawing on his lower lip component. It had been sending little twinges intermittently but that last one was stronger.
Cringing, trying to forget it, he turned on his cleanser and closed his optics.

Breakdown, after several kliks with no reply, used his medical override to force the door to Starscream's quarters open. He stepped inside, optics warily searching the room, and froze at a threatening hissing noise emanating from deeper within. Moments later the Conehead trine emerged, glaring at him suspiciously.
Raising his servos, knowing from experience in the medbay how protective and aggressive, almost primal, Seekers could become when one of their kin was injured, he stayed still and waited either for Starscream to appear and call them off, or for them to remember the former Wrecker was not a threat.
They seemed to scent him, then they nodded slowly and returned to Starscream's berth, perching on the edge in case the situation changed suddenly.
Breakdown released a quiet vent and rolled his engines in a reassuring gesture, smiling evenly at them. Servos falling to his sides, a small sense of relief ran through him. When he was an Autobot, he watched as a fellow Wrecker was torn to pieces by two Seekers for shooting their third down. Though the model appeared delicate, Seekers were anything but, especially when provoked.
Both Thundercracker and Skywarp had once been tortured by Autobots and, as he repaired them with Knock Out, Starscream's frame had vibrated with a savage rage. There was no hiding for their enemies when the trine-leader found out their designations…
The door to the wash racks slid open without ceremony and Starscream emerged, wings flicking in anxiety as he noticed Breakdown before visibly forcing himself to relax. Nodding to Knock Out's assistant in acknowledgement, he crossed the room to his fliers.
'Go and look after the others for me,' he murmured to them in their native tongue, 'I am not well and the younger ones need some kind of support until the skies are better.' Running his servos down their wings in silent praise for coming to check on their Air Commander.
After a short exchange in clicks that Breakdown could not understand, the trine stood and bowed their helms, then slipped past the larger mech and left.
The medic could almost hear Starscream's spark whirring as the flier approached and he stepped aside for his superior to walk in front of him. Strangely, the SIC seemed to relax a fraction…
Starscream had begun to rationalise to himself that, if Breakdown wished to hurt him, then he wouldn't need, considering their differences in strength, to attack from behind.
Besides, the former Autobot had walked behind him before and never laid a servo on him, and Hook wouldn't send a mech who would assault him… The memory of Megatron's note made him falter.
What if Megatron had sent him, not the other medics?
Starscream unconsciously quickened his pace, relieved when the doors and soft light from the medbay came into sight.

Knock Out's optics trailed up and down Starscream's frame with an artist's gaze as his partner moved to stand behind him. Hook watched carefully, unnoticed in his office, silently noting down Starscream's reactions as his vain apprentice approached the winged mech.
Surprisingly, the Seeker barely flinched as the ruby red mech worked, lip components actually twitching in an almost smile as Knock Out hummed in contented enjoyment.
Allowing himself to be maneuvered by the medic's servos, Starscream's venting remained relatively normal, as familiar shades regrew on his frame.
Hook stared at how relaxed the flier appeared and his visor flashed briefly thinking that perhaps observing the Seeker's behaviour around mechs closer to Megatron's size, like Breakdown, would be more useful. At least, Starscream seemed calm around some members of the faction that had to be a good sign.
Knock Out crooked his claw to his assistant, chuckling in Starscream's audio, 'he's a maestro behind a rotary buffer.'
Gradually, Starscream after having initially tensed began to relax as Breakdown took over from his partner, accepting the larger mech meant no harm.
In fact, he started to feel pampered, even… cared for.

A few cycles later Starscream, finally alone in his quarters, examined his new colours in his mirror, allowing himself to preen a little. Silver, or rather, the dull grey he had been left the proud flier repelled by his own appearance.
A ping to his door comm made him flinch, the SIC doubted it was one of his brethren this time.
Thunder rumbled dully as the winged mech's servos came together nervously, energon drawn to the surface of his lower lip component as his sharp denta pushed into it.
After a few moments of hesitation, Starscream sent a ping to the door and it quickly slid open to permit his leader entry. Unsure how to behave, he pushed himself into the back wall and waited, trying to hide in the dark.
'Starscream…?' Megatron's gait lacked its usual confident swagger as he entered, blood-red optics seeking out his second. The Warlord stopped mid-way into the room, leaving an obvious gap so Starscream could easily get past him and out if he wished to.
The Seeker flinched, frame withdrawing into itself, a servo rising to rub at his chassis apparently in a self-conscious gesture.
Megatron watched out of the corner of his optic, standing sideways on facing the wash rack door. What the frag do I say?
Cautiously approaching his SIC, Megatron's gaze traced not only Starscream's restored colours, but his second's movements, cataloguing them in his processor for future reference.
'I… I don't understand,' the Seeker whispered, a pebble dropped in the river of the room, optics averted, 'what it is you think, feel when you look at me…'
Want. Desire. Lust. Respect constantly battling revulsion. Admiration. Curiosity. Ownership. Regret. Self-loathing.
Want.
Megatron tried to phrase his answer as a myriad of emotions bombarded him, and he knew that most of them were not what Starscream wanted to, or even should, hear.
'Master…?' The Seeker questioned softly, wings protectively folded against his back and giving no clue as to the sensations running through the scientist's frame.
The tyrant sighed through his vents and dropped into one of his second's chairs. 'I… would never allow anyone else to hurt you. You are my second and I would not trade you. You are… a fascinating creature.'
Starscream stared at him, helm half-turned away, orbs wide but dimmed. 'You are not the same.'
'I know,' Megatron began to slowly approach his Air Commander, 'but neither are you.'
Something flickered in the flier's optics but it was gone before the tyrant could decipher what it meant.
'O-only…' Because you hated me the way I was. Starscream stared at his pedes, his vision beginning to blur into the colours of his repainted frame, red being the strongest in the small fast-spinning tornado, 'hurts.'
'Starscream?' With the speed many solar cycles in the pits had given him, Megatron shot forward, catching the flier before he could hit the ground.
Starscream?

Thanks for reading and please review.
Starlove- You caught me *giggles*. No I wish I was that devious. During the purge one of my stories was deleted so I try to be a bit careful now what I post on ff.net.
P.S. Writing a fic (long one-shot) about Megatron and Starscream and I'm thinking of mechs to pair them with, perhaps Perceptor. Anyway I'm open to suggestions but it can't be Starscream's trinemates, Shockwave or Soundwave.
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