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Already Broken	By : Breech_Loader Category: Transformers > G1 > AU/AR Views: 3421 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Already Broken

Co-Written by Harley Quinn hyenaholic and Red Alert

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Harley: Sorry it’s been so long. My co-writer’s vanished without a trace. Not to mention she saud she didn’t want to do Transformers any more. I guess I’m on my own. At least, when I’ve got to the end of the backup chapters.

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Chapter Nine: Manipulate

Sunstreaker didn't know what time it was when he onlined. His internal chronometer was bust. Slowly onlining a pair of sore optics he eventually found himself staring at what he immediately recognised as the med bay ceiling.

Immediately the anxiety set in. How had he gotten here? Why was he here? Who had brought him? His panic was such that he couldn't think straight; couldn't remember the events of the past few hours to save his pitiful life. He tilted his head slightly to the left, expecting to see Ratchet or even Wheeljack - but nobody was there. Nobody on his right side either. He supposed it made sense - the lights were dimmed. It took him a minute to work out it had to be night-time. Everyone was recharging.

He lay there for a little while, before he remembered. Sideswipe had contacted Ratchet, and Ratchet had brought him here. That was most of what he remembered. Despite that he had practically pleaded with Sides not to get Ratchet, not to make him eat, here he was, and Ratchet had sedated him with an EMP. He felt lousy. He almost missed Tracks' presence; though that was no guarantee the blue Corvette wouldn't have done the same thing.

Sunstreaker heaved a shuddering sigh, a sigh that almost hurt. He grimaced a little at the thought of Sideswipe - he must have felt awful. But it was his fault, Sunstreaker's mind insisted - he intervened when he'd been warned not to. He was to blame, even if he didn't realise it. The yellow Lamborghini decided to make an attempt at sitting up; he didn't want to be lying here forevermore under the discerning eye of everyone's favourite CMO.

He ached all over, but he was still capable of sitting. With a little effort, he stood too, leaning on the table. It wasn't like there was anybody watching right now. But the whole thing just made him feel... disappointed in his friends. He'd thought he could trust them better than that.

Sagging against the table, Sunstreaker had to clamp a hand over his mouth to stop himself being sick again. Suddenly standing up after losing that much bodily fluid, as well as the fact the room was spinning in a rather nauseating way, made him feel violently ill to the extreme. He paused to think for a moment - if nobody was here, and it was in the middle of the night... perhaps he could make his own way out? Would that work?

He decided that it wasn't worth the thinking about, and walked out of the medlab, occasionally leaning on walls and doorframes to stop the world from spinning.

He slowly picked his way down the corridors, having to stop every few minutes to catch his breath. His systems, again, were screaming something along the lines of 'What're you doing, you idiot!? Get the hell back in there!' but he didn't listen. Want overrode instinct, so he continued, heading for the Ark's main entrance.

Nobody seemed to be patrolling the corridors, though it was probable that Red Alert's cameras were watching his every move. None the less, they couldn't watch him if he was outside the ARK. Worn out simply from walking, he finally managed to leave via the front door, unsure of where he was going, only sure that he didn't want to be there.

Sunstreaker just... walked, with no sense of where he was going. He pushed out all thoughts of his brother and Tracks and Ratchet and everyone else, choosing only to focus on what he was doing now: not a damn lot. He trudged across the valley, occasionally looking about him for some kind of resting place. He needed one right now.

The mech was about to settle down, when a jet landed with a thump in front of him. It was less than a second before he recognised it as Starscream, and the Decepticon instantly knocked him to the ground with a savage back-hand to the face, "What's the Autobot scum doing out at night, all on his own?!" Starscream sneered down at him, raising a foot to stamp on Sunstreaker's chassis.

Sunstreaker scrabbled backwards with what little strength he had left, snarling up at the Seeker despite everything, "None of your business. What are YOU doing, sinking so low as to attack me? Huh?" He stumbled to his feet, balancing himself up against a rock, "Get lost!"

Starscream bent over and grabbed Sunstreaker by the neck, picking him up, "I asked you a QUESTION, Autobot!" he snarled, slamming Sunstreaker against a cliff.

Sunstreaker choked and struggled, barely able to get the words out, "I-" he figured he'd had to tell the truth. What did he have to lose, anyway? "-left!! Escaped; ran away... On my own!"

He felt Starscream's grip on his neck loosen slightly, "Why would you run away?" the jet asked, lowering Sunstreaker so that his feet at least touched the dirt, "Did you do something the Autobots don't like?" His optics narrowed, fixing Sunstreaker with a glare, "Or maybe this is just another trick..."

"You stupid paranoid fragger," Sunstreaker spat, "I felt like it! Things... weren't going to how I planned. So I just ran!"

"Aw, you got all scared..." Starscream punched Sunstreaker in the mid-torso, "And I'm not a paranoid fragger!"

Sunstreaker doubled over and managed to empty what little content had been in his tanks at the time. The punch had weakened him and his already strained systems further, "Not scared... angry!"

"Ugh!" Starscream watched with disgust as Sunstreaker practically vomited his load at his feet, and a thought occurred to him, "And who were you angry at?" he asked, "Chances are you can get back at them... if you're a Decepticon."

"R-Ratchet," Sunstreaker spluttered and choked, spitting out what was left in his mouth, "Wheeljack," he hesitated, "...Sideswipe too."

"Aw, had an argument with your friends?" Starscream smirked and pulled Sunstreaker away from the puddle of Energon, sitting him down again a few feet from it and sitting next to him, "Having problems with them? Disagreements?"

Sunstreaker hissed in pain as he was dragged, "Just a little one."

"Why not tell me what's up?" Starscream smirked, and it was almost seductive, "It's not as if I care enough to tell anybody."

"Then why should I tell you?" Sunstreaker snapped, "Just go away! Shoo!"

"Well, it seems to me that your problem is that you can't trust any of your old friends," Starscream smirked, "Obviously that creates difficulties... but I know what it's like to be unpopular."

"Who said I was ever unpopular!?" the Lamborghini was on a pair of unsteady legs all of a sudden, stumbling forward to shove at Starscream's chassis, "I was never unpopular and never will be!"

"Yes, you say that while you continue with the lines about how much your friends hate you," Starscream grinned, "Of course you're popular. Why don't you just go back there then?" he laughed nastily.

Damn. Starscream had got him there. "I don't want to!" Sunstreaker howled.

"Aw, shame," Starscream leered and trailed a finger down Sunstreaker's cheek, "Why don't you come with me then?"

Sunstreaker angrily batted Starscream's hand away, pulling back, "No! I came out here to be ALONE, fraggit, not follow Seekers around like a lost sheep! For the last slagging time, go away!"

"I've got a better idea," Starscream smirked, "You've never really fitted in with the other Autobots, Sunstreaker. The only reason they keep you around is because they don't want you on the other team."

"No!" Sunstreaker almost screamed.

Starscream's arm wrapped around Sunstreaker's shoulders possessively, his hand stroking lightly, "Oh Sunny, if only you could stop fooling yourself. You see, you're better than them. Ergo, they're afraid of you. Ergo, they despise you. Given the chance, the slightest excuse, I bet they'd lock you in one of their cells, and forget about you."

"They do not DESPISE me," Sunstreaker spat, wrenching himself away from Starscream, "What do you not understand about 'go away'!? I've been a rebel plenty of times before but look at me, I'm still free! They'd have sent out search drones - by that I mean Red Alert and Inferno - to get me by now if they thought I was so slagging dangerous!" He knew he had a bad argument. But what else could he say..?

"Or maybe they just don't care that you're gone," Starscream snickered, digging his fingers into Sunstreaker's arm, holding him in place, "Maybe they're glad to see the back of you. They don't have the guts to kill you, so they push you away instead," he touched the wings on the side of Sunstreaker's face, "Maybe they think that we will kill you, so they're letting you go to your death."

Sunstreaker yelped at Starscream's touch - it hurt and felt comforting at the same time, so he started to wrestle with the Seeker's hands, "So what if they are?! If nobody cares, why should I? Who said I didn't care whether I lived or died?!"

"Or maybe you just can't do what you really want to do with all those snobbish, arrogant Autobots always watching what you're doing," Starscream leered again and touched the healing scar on Sunstreaker's chassis, where his bumper had been, "Oh dear, Sunny, what did you do to yourself?" he asked, "Or maybe... maybe somebody else did it. Would your friends really hurt you like that?" he asked, still grinning.

Sunstreaker just froze, staring Starscream in the face. His spark was conflicting with his mind which was conflicting with common sense and instinct, and it was confusing the hell out of him, "Just go away. I have no interest in your stupid senseless babbling! Who said I cut it off myself? Who said-"

Starscream slapped his face sharply, "Keep on denying it," he hissed, his grip tightening, "It turns me on. Face it, Sunny," he sneered, "You don't have any friends back at Autobozo Base. You're a freakish insult to their ideals. Which is why I'm making you a friendly offer. Come with me. Your very existence won't insult Decepticons."

The Lamborghini hesitated. Could going with the Decepticon jet really be any worse than going back to the Ark, being strapped down to a berth in the med bay and being, undoubtedly, interrogated by Ratchet and Wheeljack and maybe even Sideswipe? It couldn't, he decided. Looking up at Starscream he gave a solemn nod of agreement, "Whatever."

"There's a good mech," Starscream smirked again, "Doubtless that's the most intelligent thing you've done all week." Again he wrapped an arm around Sunstreaker's shoulders, "Oh, I have no doubt that somebody like you will be very much appreciated back at base." With those words, he started walking Sunstreaker in the direction of the Decepticon base.

Sunstreaker shrugged Starscream's arm away again, disliking the touch, "Stop that." He folded his arms and trudged slowly along behind the jet, internal warnings screaming at him for the millionth time that day.

"What? Don't you like contact?" Starscream asked with a leer, "You're most unpredictable, Sunny. I was hoping you'd trust me, at least a little bit."

"There's no need to touch me,” Sunstreaker insisted, “So don't."

"Oh, if you insist," Starscream sighed and shrugged theatrically, watching Sunstreaker closely, "But you act as if I was about to do a bad thing."

Sunstreaker eyed him, "Do something or don't. I don't care."

"Oh really?" Starscream chuckled, and gripped Sunstreaker by the neck again, slamming him up against a nearby cliff, "Let's test that theory, shall we?" he asked, before he pressed his lips roughly against the yellow mech's.

Sunstreaker immediately began to wish he hadn't just said that. The Lamborghini twitched and grabbed onto Starscream's faceplates, wrenching his head away. Sunstreaker struggled up against Starscream, "A-alright, fine! Maybe I was wrong there! Get off!!"

"Aw, but I wanted you," Starscream laughed nastily, "You lied to me... you tricked me... not very Autobot of you, is it?"

"Not a lot IS anymore!" he snapped in Starscream's face, "For Primus' sake let me go!"

"HA!" Starscream slapped Sunstreaker's face, "Do I look like a mech who cares what Primus thinks?" he asked. He dug a sharp claw into Sunstreaker's chassis, and scraped it down his paint job.

Sunstreaker spluttered, stunned, not sure of what to snarl back in reply. Instead he just dealt a weak slap back, leaning back up against the cliff face, hands clutching the now oozing gap where the Seeker had dug a claw in, "Just leave me alone! Go away!"

"You wanted to join the Decepticons," Starscream dug his claws into Sunstreaker again, "Sunny... darling... you'll want to look like one." With another wicked chuckle, he started to carve the symbol of the Decepticons into Sunstreaker's chassis.

"I never said I WANTED-" he yelped, "I never said that! I said I'd come with you, not join your fragging ranks!"

"Same thing," Starscream said casually, and continued to move his claws over Sunstreaker, "When I get you back, I'm going to-" Suddenly, there was a loud clang. Starscream froze up for a moment, then slumped.

"You're not taking anybody anywhere, you skinny, flying failure," Tracks spat, looking down at Starscream. In one hand he was carrying a long steel bar.

Sunstreaker froze, staring at Tracks and then panning his vision down to the jet sprawled at his feet. More bewildered looks up and down before he finally managed to choke out, "You!"

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