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Surprisingly, it had been Bonecrusher who noticed first. He never really gave a damn about the things happening around him, unless it concerned him. Otherwise, this would’ve never gotten his attention. But, since Starcream had been calling every slagging Decepticon on every free channel, it was kind of hard to miss the F-22 jet flying low on a residential area. Especially when said jet appeared to be landing near the house where Megatron’s killer lived. How come no one else noticed the strange array of vehicles that suddenly started coming and going around the place at all times of the day (and sometimes night), always baffled him. The stupidity of the humans knew no bounds...
But now that his attention was captured, Bonecrusher stayed still watching as the young male’s creator, designation Judy Witwicky, ran out of the house to meet his ‘esteemed’ superior officer. He watched them greet, the organic appearing to be happy over seeing Starscream again. Her happiness brought back old memories of Megatron’s happiness right before shooting Starscream with his fusion cannon. Of course, the human would not shoot him unless she was suicidal. And Starscream… well, well, well… The jet was being friendly to the human. He watched closely the other mech’s movements and he would’ve rolled his optics if he hadn’t been on his alt. mode. What did the little fleshy things had that made them so irresistible once you met them?
Before his fight with the Prime he could’ve cared less what the pests wanted. His best memories in this slagging planet were of him killing the worthless meatbags. He would never be able to say he wouldn’t do it again, but that little organic femme that went under the designation of Mikaela… She was something different. He was still trying to locate the exact moment she ceased to be a worthless insect and became a delicate looking femme in his optics. He figured it was the moment he realized she had fixed him instead of leaving him to offline permanently and wanted nothing in return for that. He knew that was the moment she became tolerable in his hate-filled processor. Or was it when he realized she wasn’t expecting him to change and become a flesh loving Autobot weakling because he owed her his life. He watched as his leader showed off his holo to the Witwicky femme and couldn’t help but be curious as to how that happened? How had the, now undisputed, Decepticon Leader got addicted to humanity?
An addiction… Humans were drugs to the Cybertronians. That was what Mikaela had become to him. What the oblivious glitch that killed Megatron was to Bumblebee. What the blonde hacker wannabe was to Prime. What the Lennox femme was to Ironhide. And what the glitch’s main creator was to Starscream. They got under their armors and firewalls until all you could think of was them. He knew his femme was capable of getting him to do almost anything. Was almost sure the others would do the same to keep their addictions happy. Anything for another smile. Anything for another touch. Anything to hear them talk. Did he regret promising his organic drug that he’ll stop fighting? Of course not... Humans might be addictive, but they only lived so long.