My Worst Enemy {Transformers Story}

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Sixteen

Starscream was one of the worst patients Knock Out had ever had. Actually, he was the worst. He had managed to claw into the sports car's precious paint and easily seared it off, leaving long marks in the metal plating.

"Can you do anything to keep him still?!" Knock Out demanded, Megatron having no real luck.

"He's strong when he truly wants to avoid something." the warlord snapped, grabbing Starscream by his wing and pulling the struggling Seeker back onto the medical berth.

"Unhand me, you brute! I will not have a fragging servo on me! Get off!" Starscream shrieked, optics wide as he lashed out at everyone. Even Breakdown thought twice about bothering the mech.

"The sparklings are due! Take it like a real mech and stay still!" Knock Out growled, trying to keep Starscream pinned without harming the triplets.

"I said take your servos off me-"

There was a short groan as Starscream was hit hard in the helm with Breakdown's powerful fist. For a moment a warning signal flashed before the Seeker's optics, but he offlined before he could register it and everything went dark.

"There. Do what you gotta do, Knocks." Breakdown said, smiling proudly.

Megatron smirked a little. At least one of his soldiers knew how to get the job done. Perhaps he should offer the mech a reward for his work well done, but it would have to wait until the Seekerlings arrived.

"Do you have names ready?" Knock Out asked, starting conversation to keep Megatron from getting too stressed while his mate was put into induced stasis before the surgery.

"No."

"Er...alright..." Knock Out trailed off, the curt reply not what he had been hoping for.

He took a sharp knife and skillfully opened up the Seeker's chest, motioning Breakdown to come over with the three cloth blankets. The larger mech soon had a Seekerling in each arm, wrapped in the blankets. The last of the trine was so small, Knock Out began to fear the little thing would perish.

"What is wrong?" Megatron growled, sensing the panic in Knock Out.

"Nothing at all, my lord. Just a minor concern." Knock Out insisted, quickly taking the runt of the trine to a table where he quickly began to clear out the little sparkling's clogged vents.

"Have I lost another sparkling?! Answer me!"

Knock Out nearly fainted when he heard a tiny cry from the Seekerling. Without a second thought he wrapped the sparkling in a blanket and handed him over to his sire.

"I need to mend Starscream. Congrats on the trine. They are all quite healthy, although one is rather small compared to the other two." Knock Out admitted, going to work on repairing Starscream.

Megatron took the handful of sparklings and went to seclude himself from Breakdown and Knock Out. He stared at the tiny sparklings with curious optics as if trying to figure out how they had become his. Gently unwrapping them, he smiled a little when he saw they were quite a handsome trine.

"Starscream will wake within a few Earth minutes." Knock Out called, leaving for a moment.

"Mmmhhhh...What happened?" Starscream suddenly groaned, one servo on his aching helm and the other on his middle. Megatron stood and store over, passing the three Seekerlings to his mate.

"Here." the mech said gruffly, trying to act like he didn't care.

Starscream lit up when he saw them and purred, glad to find they were all functioning well and seemed to be just fine. But his optics grew concerned when he saw there was one that was much smaller than the other two.

"He wasn't terminated?"

"Why would I have one of the rarest type of mech ever created to be terminated?!" Megatron snapped.

"It was the normality in my culture. I was nearly destroyed myself, but they deemed me just large enough to keep." Starscream admitted, still looking at the runt Seekerling.

"We are not getting rid of him." Megatron said firmly, taking the tiny creature from Starscream.

Starscream nodded and silently examined the other two sparklings, pleased with them. The largest was a handsome little mech with deep blue playing and silver details along his wings and arms. He looked a lot like Starstrike, which nearly brought washer fluid to Starscream's optics. The second sparkling was slightly smaller with a more brassy tone with hints of red along his legs and wings. The smallest of the three was a shocking red with white streaks across his arms and back. How that had happened Starscream couldn't begin to guess.

"What shall we name them?" Megatron asked, rumbling softly when the red Seekerling opened his optic lids and stared at him.

"The red one would best be named according to his color." Starscream offered, hoping Megatron would have a fitting name.

"He shall be Wildfire."

"I think Skystorm would be fitting for the blue one." Starscream said, pleased with the names so far.

"Battlestrike will be the brass one. Now it is finished." Megatron said, the naming done as he passed the Seekerlings back to Starscream. "Now you can do with them as you will."

"And you are to be no help?!" Starscream hissed, furious when the warlord shrugged and turned to leave.

"I have a war to fight."

"You use me like I am a common vehicon! I should have known you were so cruel!"

"I can only love you so much, Starscream. It is merely my nature that keeps me from truly caring. There is nothing to do for that." Megatron huffed, turning his back on his shocked mate. "Have fun watching the Seekerlings...pet."

Starscream felt his spark nearly break. So he was being abandoned again. It had all been a clever ploy, the warlord convincing him so deeply that he was loved, that he was truly wanted by someone. But he was merely a vessel for sparklings.

"How I despise you!" he snarled, ready to crush the little things and be done with it. But he couldn't bring himself to be so cruel.

"Where's Megatron?" Knock Out asked, seeing Starscream was left alone. The Seeker shook his helm and looked away.

"He doesn't need the company of his pet any longer."

"You are more than a pet to him, Starscream. He just has a hard time showing that he loves you." the red mech said, seeing how hurt the Seeker was.

"He did what he did for the war, not for us." Starscream sighed, standing up with the Seekerlings in his arms. "I am heading back to my chambers."

Without another word, Starscream made his way out into the hallway, slowly making his way to his old quarters. He opened the door and smiled. At least he was somewhat home. Setting the recharging sparklings on his berth, the mech looked at himself in a huge mirror.

'Look at you...what a disgrace.' he thought, turning on the sparklings and raising a clawed hand to finish Wildfire off.

Wildfire, unaware he was about to be killed, made a soft squeak and opened his tiny servos to Starscream as if trying to imitate his father. Starscream's wings drooped and he felt his cold spark melt. How could he think of harming such an innocent creature? It was his as well as Megatron's, so he may as well get used to it.

"I cannot help but love you, little one. You do not loathe me." he said, a tender smile on his lips. "You are my little trine." he sighed, seeing three pairs of optics on him.

That moment Starscream knew he had something real to fight for. In order to protect his sparklings, he would do what he must. He would have to break the forcebond and he would have to join the winning side. Taking the sparklings in his arms, he got ready to make his escape.