More Scatterstar!
Just what everyone has been wanting!
An actual full fledged story! I am pretty sure that I'll need to chop this thing up. The whole thing is huge. Not as big as the Prowl/Lockdown one I gave you snippets of, though. That is gigantic. And being edited as I type o3o
Anyway. Yeah.
Title: I Want To Go Home pt. 1
Fandom: TFA
Rating: uhhhhhhhh fuck. I don't even. I have no clue. Shut up.
Words: 2299
Authors: iamanalbatross and girloz14
Edited: muhg
Notes: Oh... huh... you CAN put all of it on a single lj post. .... fuck you. No. So this part is kinda short. you get more later. I do not even CARE
Disclaimer: Not ours, except for Scatterstar
Scatterstar offers Slipstream a helpless shrug, or as much of one as he can give from his somewhat precarious position. It wasn't as if he'd asked the Seeker to be difficult and frightened on a battle day. And it wasn't his fault that Skywarp was refusing to leave the ship without him.
Slipstream looks extremely dissatisfied with this turn of events. "You'll have to bring him down with you for the fight."
Skywarp's response is about what Scattershot is expecting, which is to pull him into a tight hug and nod happily to Slipstream. Allowing himself to be cuddled and nuzzled, the secretarybot gets carried out to their launching area.
This is the first time he's seen their vehicle modes up close, and he savors it a bit more than he really should. Climbing onto Skywarp's back, he clings to him closely.
The jets take off as a group, and Scatterstar can't help but hide his face against his- the Seeker's plating. If he were to fall from this altitude, he would offline instantly. His servos tighten on Skywarp's frame, and the Seeker slows down, falls out of formation out of concern for his motorcycle bot's safety.
“I'm very good at flying,” he promises, sounding as cheerful as Scatterstar has ever heard him, “it's not scary at all.”
Scatterstar laughs partially out of terror, but mostly out of happiness that Skywarp isn't scared of something. The bot is terrified of walking around by himself. He clings to the jet's wings; his optics shut tightly, still not willing to deal with the distance.
"That's good." His voice is higher out of being afraid, and his fans cycle on and off. He wasn't meant to fly, but he wasn't going to allow himself to tell 'Warp that.
He keeps his optics offline until they're past the atmosphere and he can hear the other Seekers transforming out of jet mode, which he assumes means they are close to the ground. They are, and he onlines his optics to a vibrant mess of green organic growth. It is as startling as it is beautiful, and Scatterstar climbs off of Skywarp so his partner- so the Seeker can transform back to his bipedal form.
It seems the plan is to leave Skywarp here, out of the way, but nearby. Something relaxes in his chest when Scatterstar realizes they'll be kept away from the combat.
Walking through the grass, he looks up at the sky and blinks in wonder. The more he watches, the better it looks, and he vaguely wonders if this fight will last long enough for them to explore. A loud noise comes from behind him, and he hides a smile behind his servo when he sees the gigantic mech hopping on one foot and flailing around at the sight of a tiny four legged organic.
Walking over to Skywarp, he grabs the other’s servo in his own and pulls both arms around him. Skywarp almost immediately calms down and the meowing thing stops trying to rub up against his leg, choosing to go with Scattershot instead.
In the safety of Skywarp's arms, Scatterstar isn't afraid when he hears an abrupt and noisy crash just a short distance away, followed by crazed Seeker laughter. Whatever they're doing, they are doing it far enough away that Scatterstar feels secure enough to simply lean back against 'Warp's chest and watch the small organic creature weave its way back and forth between his pedes.
One of his arms aches a bit, his shoulder armor and one fairing dented quite a bit, badly enough that he'd be unable to transform into vehicle mode without snapping it off. Luckily, he has almost never had a reason to use his vehicle mode on the Nemesis, so he pushes the pain to the back of his mind and concentrates on the beautiful planet. He doesn't notice the way Skywarp carefully avoids touching his damaged parts.
There's a bit more screaming, but Scattershot ignores it to tug the seeker into sitting. He curls up in Skywarp’s lap, head resting on his cockpit, not even thinking about the mech's servos gliding along his frame.
The tiny organic climbs up on his lap, leaving small scratches from its claws on both of the bots. He scritches it under its chin and it sounds like it switched on a motor, making Skywarp gasp and pet it as well.
“I wonder if it has an engine,” Scatterstar murmurs, wishing for a moment that he had medical upgrades or even a simple scanning device. His servos clink against Skywarp's with every touch, a comforting repetition against the background battle sounds-the smaller bot is sure that the Autobots must have arrived at some point, because the laughter had decreased dramatically, and guns were being fired.
Skywarp slips an arm between the secretary's fairings and turns the smaller bot's head towards his own. Scattershot smiles up at him, lifting both of his servos onto the mech's cockpit. He gives the larger bot a confused look as he keeps leaning closer and closer, and they both jump in surprise when there's a loud squeal of tires and grass shooting in the air.
Scatterstar gives them a worn-out and shell-shocked look, blinking tiredly, his only thought is how they are possibly some of the smallest bunch of Autobots he's ever seen. Most of the bots in his office were bigger than the leader.
The Autobots have stopped just across the clearing, and they stare at the large Seeker holding the smaller bot in his arms. And then they stare at the bright red Autobot insignia on Scatterstar's chest, and the silver-purple paint scuffs and scratches all over his body. The bent and damaged fairing on his shoulder and smaller dents on every limb. The way he's sagging in the Seeker's arms as if completely and utterly exhausted. And then their optics fix on the collar around his neck, complete with tiny Decepticon tags.
Their leader steps forward, a bright red and blue mech with an axe weapon. “Let the Autobot go, and we can all walk away from this without anyone getting hurt.”
Skywarp clutches Scatterstar against him so hard that he leaves dents in his armor, making the secretarybot wince visibly. “No! He's mine!” And then the entire world just /shifts/ around them.
The next thing Scatterstar knows is that he's on the ground, surrounded by seekers, and purging everything from his system in the most violent way possible. When he finishes, Skywarp pulls him into his arms, whispering apologies and saying something about teleportation, but the secretarybot only knows that is possibly the worst thing in the world and he keeps trying to purge even though he's empty.
The Seekers are laughing at him, because /can the little Autobot not stand a little bitty teleport?/ Scatterstar ignores them with the ease of long practice, his tanks still trying to purge themselves if he moves too quickly. Skywarp is explaining his reason for the teleport to Slipstream, and when he mentions that the bots had demanded he hand /his/ Scatterstar over to them, Slipstream and Starscream both screech in frustration and transform in midair.
The motorcyclebot watches them rocket away, mystified by their anger. What was so bad about the Autobots knowing about him?
He almost considers asking Skywarp what's going on, but all he gets is tiny apologies and the larger mech petting him gently on all of his scratches and dents as Skywarp flies him home in his arms.
They get back incredibly late, his seeker taking extra care as they fly. He tries to struggle out of his grip when they're on the ground, only to be held tighter, and brought to the medical bay. He sits up and reaches for the polish to clean the mech, only to get gently pushed back down.
Bemused, he lays on the medical berth, not sure why his- the Seeker is being so stubborn about this. Gentle claws stroke over his armor, smoothing out the dents they'd left earlier, and Scatterstar has to adjust his audio sensors up to hear 'Warp whisper “I'm sorry.”
Sorry for what? Scatterstar doesn't understand, but he doesn't risk asking.
Distressingly enough, he can't help but flinch and make a soft, pained noise when Skywarp's servo touches his damaged fairing. The Seeker's red optics almost glow with some sort of suppressed emotion- Scatterstar thinks it might be. . . anger?
The secretarybot winces at that, unsure who the seeker is upset at, and hoping it isn't him. He turns away, and can't see the concern that flashes through Skywarp's entire frame. There's a soft knock on the door, and they both glance over to see Sunstorm carrying in four cubes of energon and one empty glass.
“Why, if it isn't the most courageous Skywarp and brilliant Scatterstar,” he acts shocked, setting the cubes down on the table, “you just happen to be the very bots I was looking for! I can see you're doing repairs?” He sits on the berth beside Scatterstar, stroking a servo over his own chest. “Oh, how I wish I had someone as talented as either of you to do /my/ repairs. I'd be the envy of the entire base-no, the entirety of Cybertron!”
Scatterstar considers punching him in the face but doesn't, since he realizes that is just how the suck-up /is/, ...and because he's too high up to hit while laying down. He has a cube shoved in his servos by Skywarp, and he looks up at him tiredly.
"Drink it." It is said softly, but very firmly. Scatterstar does so out of shock, he didn't know that the cowardly clone /could/ keep his voice so steady.
He is then urged onto his side, presumably so the Seeker can work on his bent fairing. He has a great view of the orange seeker's hip, which he supposes is marginally more interesting than the normal view of the med bay wall. Sunstorm's servo inches closer to the smaller bot, making him tense in anticipation of a hit, but the claws only brush against his chest, tracing a few of the seams there.
The. . . growl that comes from the dark Seeker startles them all, including Skywarp himself, into stillness. Sunstorm withdraws his servo first. “Well, as utterly fascinating as this is, watching two artistic geniuses such as yourselves at work, I'm terribly afraid that I must be going.” He smiles disarmingly, servos clasped in front of him as he backs out of the room.
Scatterstar blinks after him confusion, utterly unsure what that was about. When his seeker only glares after the praisebot, he shrugs almost helplessly. That draws Skywarp’s attention back to him, and the larger mech gets to work fixing the fairing.
When it is finished, they are both panting and whimpering unhappily. Scatterstar has the energon shoved in his servos again, and the look on the seeker's face brooks no argument.
He sips at it because he feels wasteful- he doesn't need two cubes, not even after purging his tank like a sparkling. Skywarp doesn't take his optics off of him until he's drained the entire cube. Minus the aches and pains of the dents and the bent fairing, he feels well enough to do Skywarp's maintenance; better than he's felt in decacycles, actually.
"Let me clean you up, 'Warp,” Scatterstar slips off the repair berth, picking up the cloths and polish he'd originally been denied.
The seeker looks oddly reluctant, so the secretarybot pats the spot next to him invitingly. When Skywarp finally sits, Scatterstar works out all the dirt and scuffing with a tender, caring touch. He looks at the tiny scratches on the larger bot's leg in confusion, unsure how that happened until he remembered the motor organism. Buffing that out, he finishes.
Looking up at Skywarp, he shakes his head tiredly at the obvious question on his face, not feeling up to being cleaned to sparkling perfection. Instead, he leans on his belo- seeker, and mumbles something about sleeping.
Skywarp picks him up and carries him to their quarters, his servos stroking every bit of the smaller bot they can reach. It makes Scatterstar wonder if the Seeker is checking him for damage. The searching claws even make their way into his transformation seams, and the edges of the plates that cover his spark. He hasn't been quite this thoroughly. . . inspected in ages.
Perhaps if he wasn't so tired, he would protest. Though it's not as if he dislikes the touches, so he wouldn't really have a reason to ask the nervous Seeker to stop, especially if the touching was comforting the larger mech.
He gets put on the berth with far more care than he would have expected, and sits up in protest when Skywarp starts to head out of the door. The Seeker comes back, and runs a servo along his frame while making a soft noise. It takes him a nanoclick to realize the other mech is /humming/, not just any song, but the lullaby the secretarybot uses to calm /him/.
Giving the seeker a very amused look, he lays back down. Skywarp sits there for a little bit before standing up, still humming, and leaves the room. When he returns, he's holding the two spare energon cubes that Sunstorm had brought them.
It feels so /strange/ to be the one getting this attention. Scatterstar waits for the Seeker to put the cubes down before speaking.
“Thank you,” he touches the fairing the other bot had repaired.
The Seeker's faceplates flush and he stutters something incomprehensible before - carefully - crushing the smaller mech to his chest. “You were hurt,” 'Warp says quietly, when he's finally settled down. As if that was all the explanation that was necessary.
An actual full fledged story! I am pretty sure that I'll need to chop this thing up. The whole thing is huge. Not as big as the Prowl/Lockdown one I gave you snippets of, though. That is gigantic. And being edited as I type o3o
Anyway. Yeah.
Title: I Want To Go Home pt. 1
Fandom: TFA
Rating: uhhhhhhhh fuck. I don't even. I have no clue. Shut up.
Words: 2299
Authors: iamanalbatross and girloz14
Edited: muhg
Notes: Oh... huh... you CAN put all of it on a single lj post. .... fuck you. No. So this part is kinda short. you get more later. I do not even CARE
Disclaimer: Not ours, except for Scatterstar
Scatterstar offers Slipstream a helpless shrug, or as much of one as he can give from his somewhat precarious position. It wasn't as if he'd asked the Seeker to be difficult and frightened on a battle day. And it wasn't his fault that Skywarp was refusing to leave the ship without him.
Slipstream looks extremely dissatisfied with this turn of events. "You'll have to bring him down with you for the fight."
Skywarp's response is about what Scattershot is expecting, which is to pull him into a tight hug and nod happily to Slipstream. Allowing himself to be cuddled and nuzzled, the secretarybot gets carried out to their launching area.
This is the first time he's seen their vehicle modes up close, and he savors it a bit more than he really should. Climbing onto Skywarp's back, he clings to him closely.
The jets take off as a group, and Scatterstar can't help but hide his face against his- the Seeker's plating. If he were to fall from this altitude, he would offline instantly. His servos tighten on Skywarp's frame, and the Seeker slows down, falls out of formation out of concern for his motorcycle bot's safety.
“I'm very good at flying,” he promises, sounding as cheerful as Scatterstar has ever heard him, “it's not scary at all.”
Scatterstar laughs partially out of terror, but mostly out of happiness that Skywarp isn't scared of something. The bot is terrified of walking around by himself. He clings to the jet's wings; his optics shut tightly, still not willing to deal with the distance.
"That's good." His voice is higher out of being afraid, and his fans cycle on and off. He wasn't meant to fly, but he wasn't going to allow himself to tell 'Warp that.
He keeps his optics offline until they're past the atmosphere and he can hear the other Seekers transforming out of jet mode, which he assumes means they are close to the ground. They are, and he onlines his optics to a vibrant mess of green organic growth. It is as startling as it is beautiful, and Scatterstar climbs off of Skywarp so his partner- so the Seeker can transform back to his bipedal form.
It seems the plan is to leave Skywarp here, out of the way, but nearby. Something relaxes in his chest when Scatterstar realizes they'll be kept away from the combat.
Walking through the grass, he looks up at the sky and blinks in wonder. The more he watches, the better it looks, and he vaguely wonders if this fight will last long enough for them to explore. A loud noise comes from behind him, and he hides a smile behind his servo when he sees the gigantic mech hopping on one foot and flailing around at the sight of a tiny four legged organic.
Walking over to Skywarp, he grabs the other’s servo in his own and pulls both arms around him. Skywarp almost immediately calms down and the meowing thing stops trying to rub up against his leg, choosing to go with Scattershot instead.
In the safety of Skywarp's arms, Scatterstar isn't afraid when he hears an abrupt and noisy crash just a short distance away, followed by crazed Seeker laughter. Whatever they're doing, they are doing it far enough away that Scatterstar feels secure enough to simply lean back against 'Warp's chest and watch the small organic creature weave its way back and forth between his pedes.
One of his arms aches a bit, his shoulder armor and one fairing dented quite a bit, badly enough that he'd be unable to transform into vehicle mode without snapping it off. Luckily, he has almost never had a reason to use his vehicle mode on the Nemesis, so he pushes the pain to the back of his mind and concentrates on the beautiful planet. He doesn't notice the way Skywarp carefully avoids touching his damaged parts.
There's a bit more screaming, but Scattershot ignores it to tug the seeker into sitting. He curls up in Skywarp’s lap, head resting on his cockpit, not even thinking about the mech's servos gliding along his frame.
The tiny organic climbs up on his lap, leaving small scratches from its claws on both of the bots. He scritches it under its chin and it sounds like it switched on a motor, making Skywarp gasp and pet it as well.
“I wonder if it has an engine,” Scatterstar murmurs, wishing for a moment that he had medical upgrades or even a simple scanning device. His servos clink against Skywarp's with every touch, a comforting repetition against the background battle sounds-the smaller bot is sure that the Autobots must have arrived at some point, because the laughter had decreased dramatically, and guns were being fired.
Skywarp slips an arm between the secretary's fairings and turns the smaller bot's head towards his own. Scattershot smiles up at him, lifting both of his servos onto the mech's cockpit. He gives the larger bot a confused look as he keeps leaning closer and closer, and they both jump in surprise when there's a loud squeal of tires and grass shooting in the air.
Scatterstar gives them a worn-out and shell-shocked look, blinking tiredly, his only thought is how they are possibly some of the smallest bunch of Autobots he's ever seen. Most of the bots in his office were bigger than the leader.
The Autobots have stopped just across the clearing, and they stare at the large Seeker holding the smaller bot in his arms. And then they stare at the bright red Autobot insignia on Scatterstar's chest, and the silver-purple paint scuffs and scratches all over his body. The bent and damaged fairing on his shoulder and smaller dents on every limb. The way he's sagging in the Seeker's arms as if completely and utterly exhausted. And then their optics fix on the collar around his neck, complete with tiny Decepticon tags.
Their leader steps forward, a bright red and blue mech with an axe weapon. “Let the Autobot go, and we can all walk away from this without anyone getting hurt.”
Skywarp clutches Scatterstar against him so hard that he leaves dents in his armor, making the secretarybot wince visibly. “No! He's mine!” And then the entire world just /shifts/ around them.
The next thing Scatterstar knows is that he's on the ground, surrounded by seekers, and purging everything from his system in the most violent way possible. When he finishes, Skywarp pulls him into his arms, whispering apologies and saying something about teleportation, but the secretarybot only knows that is possibly the worst thing in the world and he keeps trying to purge even though he's empty.
The Seekers are laughing at him, because /can the little Autobot not stand a little bitty teleport?/ Scatterstar ignores them with the ease of long practice, his tanks still trying to purge themselves if he moves too quickly. Skywarp is explaining his reason for the teleport to Slipstream, and when he mentions that the bots had demanded he hand /his/ Scatterstar over to them, Slipstream and Starscream both screech in frustration and transform in midair.
The motorcyclebot watches them rocket away, mystified by their anger. What was so bad about the Autobots knowing about him?
He almost considers asking Skywarp what's going on, but all he gets is tiny apologies and the larger mech petting him gently on all of his scratches and dents as Skywarp flies him home in his arms.
They get back incredibly late, his seeker taking extra care as they fly. He tries to struggle out of his grip when they're on the ground, only to be held tighter, and brought to the medical bay. He sits up and reaches for the polish to clean the mech, only to get gently pushed back down.
Bemused, he lays on the medical berth, not sure why his- the Seeker is being so stubborn about this. Gentle claws stroke over his armor, smoothing out the dents they'd left earlier, and Scatterstar has to adjust his audio sensors up to hear 'Warp whisper “I'm sorry.”
Sorry for what? Scatterstar doesn't understand, but he doesn't risk asking.
Distressingly enough, he can't help but flinch and make a soft, pained noise when Skywarp's servo touches his damaged fairing. The Seeker's red optics almost glow with some sort of suppressed emotion- Scatterstar thinks it might be. . . anger?
The secretarybot winces at that, unsure who the seeker is upset at, and hoping it isn't him. He turns away, and can't see the concern that flashes through Skywarp's entire frame. There's a soft knock on the door, and they both glance over to see Sunstorm carrying in four cubes of energon and one empty glass.
“Why, if it isn't the most courageous Skywarp and brilliant Scatterstar,” he acts shocked, setting the cubes down on the table, “you just happen to be the very bots I was looking for! I can see you're doing repairs?” He sits on the berth beside Scatterstar, stroking a servo over his own chest. “Oh, how I wish I had someone as talented as either of you to do /my/ repairs. I'd be the envy of the entire base-no, the entirety of Cybertron!”
Scatterstar considers punching him in the face but doesn't, since he realizes that is just how the suck-up /is/, ...and because he's too high up to hit while laying down. He has a cube shoved in his servos by Skywarp, and he looks up at him tiredly.
"Drink it." It is said softly, but very firmly. Scatterstar does so out of shock, he didn't know that the cowardly clone /could/ keep his voice so steady.
He is then urged onto his side, presumably so the Seeker can work on his bent fairing. He has a great view of the orange seeker's hip, which he supposes is marginally more interesting than the normal view of the med bay wall. Sunstorm's servo inches closer to the smaller bot, making him tense in anticipation of a hit, but the claws only brush against his chest, tracing a few of the seams there.
The. . . growl that comes from the dark Seeker startles them all, including Skywarp himself, into stillness. Sunstorm withdraws his servo first. “Well, as utterly fascinating as this is, watching two artistic geniuses such as yourselves at work, I'm terribly afraid that I must be going.” He smiles disarmingly, servos clasped in front of him as he backs out of the room.
Scatterstar blinks after him confusion, utterly unsure what that was about. When his seeker only glares after the praisebot, he shrugs almost helplessly. That draws Skywarp’s attention back to him, and the larger mech gets to work fixing the fairing.
When it is finished, they are both panting and whimpering unhappily. Scatterstar has the energon shoved in his servos again, and the look on the seeker's face brooks no argument.
He sips at it because he feels wasteful- he doesn't need two cubes, not even after purging his tank like a sparkling. Skywarp doesn't take his optics off of him until he's drained the entire cube. Minus the aches and pains of the dents and the bent fairing, he feels well enough to do Skywarp's maintenance; better than he's felt in decacycles, actually.
"Let me clean you up, 'Warp,” Scatterstar slips off the repair berth, picking up the cloths and polish he'd originally been denied.
The seeker looks oddly reluctant, so the secretarybot pats the spot next to him invitingly. When Skywarp finally sits, Scatterstar works out all the dirt and scuffing with a tender, caring touch. He looks at the tiny scratches on the larger bot's leg in confusion, unsure how that happened until he remembered the motor organism. Buffing that out, he finishes.
Looking up at Skywarp, he shakes his head tiredly at the obvious question on his face, not feeling up to being cleaned to sparkling perfection. Instead, he leans on his belo- seeker, and mumbles something about sleeping.
Skywarp picks him up and carries him to their quarters, his servos stroking every bit of the smaller bot they can reach. It makes Scatterstar wonder if the Seeker is checking him for damage. The searching claws even make their way into his transformation seams, and the edges of the plates that cover his spark. He hasn't been quite this thoroughly. . . inspected in ages.
Perhaps if he wasn't so tired, he would protest. Though it's not as if he dislikes the touches, so he wouldn't really have a reason to ask the nervous Seeker to stop, especially if the touching was comforting the larger mech.
He gets put on the berth with far more care than he would have expected, and sits up in protest when Skywarp starts to head out of the door. The Seeker comes back, and runs a servo along his frame while making a soft noise. It takes him a nanoclick to realize the other mech is /humming/, not just any song, but the lullaby the secretarybot uses to calm /him/.
Giving the seeker a very amused look, he lays back down. Skywarp sits there for a little bit before standing up, still humming, and leaves the room. When he returns, he's holding the two spare energon cubes that Sunstorm had brought them.
It feels so /strange/ to be the one getting this attention. Scatterstar waits for the Seeker to put the cubes down before speaking.
“Thank you,” he touches the fairing the other bot had repaired.
The Seeker's faceplates flush and he stutters something incomprehensible before - carefully - crushing the smaller mech to his chest. “You were hurt,” 'Warp says quietly, when he's finally settled down. As if that was all the explanation that was necessary.