A Fallen Star

Chapter 8: An Ending or is it?

The blue sky stretched out before her. It had been so long since she'd been here. Cradled amongst the clouds. The only difference from the other times she did this, was that she wasn't dressed in a flite suit. Well, not a full suit, she still insisted on some kind of helmet. God, she missed this.

It was almost too much for her heart. She sighed deeply, reaching up and touching the small diamond inside of the golden pendent, that rested on her neck; it always gave her strength.

"Major Lee? Are you alright?" Ratchet asked through the f-18 black wasp's commlink, that she had apparently left on.

She shook her head before answering, knowing he was just trying to be polite even though she didn't possess the title anymore, "Yeah, Ratchet it's fine. It's just been a long time since I've been at the helm, and it's just kind of all coming back you know?"

"I suppose I can understand that." There was a moment of silence, "Has he tried anything yet?"

"For the hundredth time, no Ratchet," she paused, "You do realize that I have to focus on actually piloting the plane, and not answering your questions, right?" Nya snapped back. The line became silent.

Starscream would smile if he could in vehicle mode. The little quips she would make. She didn't take anyone's scrap, which included him. There had been many times in the barn where she would put him in his place, using very colorful English but she was never too harsh. Preferring to use clever words rather than volume. Especially when she realized how bad he really was at socializing.

The open blue sky embraced them and the cool whipping winds slipped past their wings. Of course, Nya couldn't feel it the exact same way he could, with her not actually being the jet she was piloting, but he knew she was enjoying this. Probably more than he was. He couldn't enjoy it; he was in too much shock that he was actually in this situation. That he was actually flying beside her into battle. He didn't know how Nya had convinced the Autobots to actually allow him to asset with this mission. Once again, he had underestimated her. Taking on vehicons, holding a firearm to Arcee, and now convincing the autobots to give him a chance. She was truly marvelous.

And what did he give her in return? Nothing. Well, nothing good. He was sure that any minute now her kind, silver-tongued persona would melt away into nothing but pure hatred for him.

"Starscream?" Nya voice came through the com linking them.

"This was it. The moment I lose her," he thought before answering, "Yes?"

"Are you alright?" she asked.

Okay this was unexpected.

"Of course." He quickly said, thinking of all the ways this could go wrong.

"You're a good liar Starscream, but you're not that good. What's wrong?" she said, her voice coming off as concerned, rather than angered. He knew better though; it was so easy for people to hide their true intentions.

"Nothing is wrong."

"That's a load of scrap and you know it. You can tell me. What's going on?"

"Nothing is going on! What make you even think that in the first place!?" he snapped, and then mentally slapped himself in the faceplate. He'd snapped at her; any hope of her forgiving him had definitely been fired out of the airlock now.

"Well, for one," she started, not sounding any bit agitated, much to Starscream's shock and continued confusion, "You're being very quiet, when back in the barn you were nearly blabbering nonstop. Two we had just gotten out of one dangerous situation and are currently flying into another. I wanted to check up on you."