You gave me oh so much that I never wanted [closed] [in-progress]
WHO: Skyfire, Starscream
WHERE: Skyfire's basement lab
WHEN: Friday, after Starscream's idiot shenanigans
WARNINGS: Violence, most likely. If anything else happens, uh, we'll note it.
SUMMARY: Starscream was an idiot this week. Skyfire's desire is to make sure Starscream stays out of trouble... and believe it or not, Sky actually does have both a ( Read more... )
WHERE: Skyfire's basement lab
WHEN: Friday, after Starscream's idiot shenanigans
WARNINGS: Violence, most likely. If anything else happens, uh, we'll note it.
SUMMARY: Starscream was an idiot this week. Skyfire's desire is to make sure Starscream stays out of trouble... and believe it or not, Sky actually does have both a ( Read more... )
Well.
If that's how it's going to be...
He feels sick, and not just because of his condition. He's cognizant, for once, that he's utterly and truly fragged up. No doubt Soundwave and Shockwave will be on him as well.
But Skyfire had to shout at him like that. And the very word is enough to trigger old instincts. Deceptiscum. That's all he is, isn't he? Might as well act it. In a way, it's almost like he's not talking to Skyfire, any more. Part of him hurts, there, and burns, and indeed, it's Skyfire's presence which lets him know that he has done wrong, that he has screwed up even by his own people's standards, but... he's angry. And he's not thinking straight.
"I meant what I said," he says, taking the oppertunity to slowly get the rest of the armor off, his numb fingers fumbling at clasps and emergency releases.
"I am. But you know, frag you, Autobot. You know, I could tell you exactly how to kill me. There's a way. Slag, I will. Take a spike of raw, crystaline energon - unstable, preferably - and right here," he taps the center of his chest. "Right here, and I'd die, completely and totally."
He slips his legs out of the armor, only to find that he's too tired to stand, collapsing to the ground.
"But you're right. You're not like me. You couldn't do it, could you? Here I am, utterly helpless. I've done wrong, I've hurt people, I might have killed a few - though for once, would you believe I tried not to? After all, what good are the conquered if they're dead?" he regrets saying that, he shouldn't be saying this to Sky, but the shuttle said exactly the wrong thing. "I'm dangerous. Even if I try, I'll probably do it again. Break, snap, fall. So you should, really. Put me out of my misery, why don't you."
His glance is pointed, almost accusatory.
"But you won't. Because you're soft-sparked. Because you're not like me."
He actually lies down on the floor (which is wet from the melted ice), curling up slightly as he does.
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He slides the gun back into his jacket. All of it hurts. The words. The cold exchange- like back during the war. Autobot. Decepticon. He hasn't told Starscream what marks he still bears. The faded purple brand on his chest like a bruise. Or the red one on his back.
He folds in on himself. Squeezing his eyes shut a moment before turning to the heavy door.
In all honesty, despite his anger, finding Starscream locked in ice like that-
It had almost sent him into trembling mess. Trapped there- frozen and aware. And it had been Starscream...
But he's still so damned angry. Furious. So he turns his back on his Seeker and pauses in the doorway.
"Let your glory keep you warm tonight." Your shame.
The door shuts and locks from the outside.
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