re_alignment_logs | Clutching my cure, I tightly lock the door [Closed]

WHO: Thundercracker, SG Starscream
WHERE: Their shared quarters
WHEN: Shortly after his visit with Knock Out
WHAT: Starscream wastes no time noticing that something is missing from his roommate
WARNINGS: Uh, grumpy Seeker? None, really.

Thundercracker vented a sigh of relief in spite of himself. He'd managed to make it back to the room without anyone spotting him. It wasn't that he had anything to hide, really – and not that he could for long if he'd wanted to – just that . . . not yet. He wasn't ready to face anyone quite yet.

His wings ached, terribly, and probably would for some time while they finished healing. Especially the centers where…

He'd actually done it. He'd finally done it. Part of him was elated. The rest . . . absolutely petrified.

He put a hand on the door but paused short of opening it. Starscream might be home. Pit, what did he say? He hadn't told the mech his intentions. He hadn't told anyone. Except for Skywarp somewhat, back when. Well, and Knock Out, of course – both today and roundaboutly a few months ago, when the grounder medic had confessed to him in private that he himself had left the faction. He'd actively joined the Autobots, even. But no one else, not even Blurr.

Maybe he'd get lucky and Starscream wouldn't notice right away.

Right . . . and maybe Starscream would be overcharged off his aft again or something.

With a grunt at himself for his own wavering – what was done was done, after all, might as well face it – he opened the door and stepped inside.

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Thundercracker shudders softly when Starscream first touches his wings, head bowing and shoulders hunching. The only ones he's ever voluntarily let touch his wings are his trinemates and the occasional medic on an as-needed basis. That wasn't, of course, to say no one else had, but that had never been pleasant. But he catches himself now on his reactions, a soft growl at himself escaping his vocalizer as he consciously pulls his head back up and forces his shoulders down. And then-

-he's relaxing in earnest. Primus, that felt good…

"It's quite all right, Thundercracker," he chuckled. "I know what I am doing."

Starscream wasn't a genius medic like the Constructicons of his reality were, but the jet was able to make due. He knew enough to treat people and more than enough for something simple like this. At least the other jet was relaxing, though. That was really all he cared about in the end.

"Hmn, and it seems you've very good at it." His head is bowed again, but this time in a much more relaxed manner, optics offline. If it seems like the old war vet is letting his guard down, it's because he is.

If that seems like a pretty big show of trust for him . . . it's because it is.

Starscream laughed at the statement. "I should hope so, given how many alt-modes I've had to design and redesign in the last two million years."

As long as Thundercracker was enjoying himself... That was all that mattered here. Starscream felt rather flattered that the other was relaxing and lowering his defenses.

Thundercracker was silent for a long moment, enjoying the other's ministration. After a moment, though, he asked quietly, "So . . . there aren't others of my frametype in your reality. Are there any who recognize . . . trines? That you know of?"

Starscream mentally paused for a moment, thinking over that question. "Yes and no. Our manufacturers did not put together our frames with transformations in mind. We created that ourselves. Actually, I had a hand in that - specifically for our Thundercracker's reformat as well as many others."

So yes, there were others with this Thundercracker's frametype. Sort of. No one started out looking as they presently did in the scientist's reality. They were all now upgraded and wore armor and modifications. This also meant that Starscream was familiar with many different frame types. It would explain how he knew to do this without really knowing.

"I have heard of this word. Trine. I'm not sure what it means."

Thundercracker was silent for a moment, absorbing all of that. When he spoke again, it was quietly, his gaze on the floor somewhere in front of him. "It…it means…I don't know what equivalent you might recognize. As far as I know, symbiotes like Soundwave and his cassettes are probably the closest, at least in my reality. I've heard it equated to family or brothers, though I'm not sure that's quite right either. But it means having a special, deep bond with someone. Usually two others, though it can be more, sometimes up to five or six, though anything other than three is fairly rare."

This time it was Starscream taking in those words. He hummed, hands flat against the metal expanse of those wings for a moment. Did others bond like that in his reality and he just not know about it? It was possible. As friendly as Starscream was, he didn't intrude into the personal lives of others when it came to issues of the ember.

"We... We do have such a thing as a split spark. Sideswipe still has a brother on the Autobot side of things. Jazz and Ricochet are as well, I believe. Though I am not sure I have heard any bond like you describe."

He paused, leaning a bit over Thundercracker's shoulder to catch a glimpse of him. "You have one, I take it."

"Had."

The word comes out quietly and only after a pause, brief but heavy. "I was the Second of our trine. Our third's name was Skywarp. And our trine leader . . . " He grins, optics still on the floor before him. "Starscream."

He vents a heavy cycle of air. "And before you ask, yes, he was positive polarity like me, so he was pretty much everything you've probably already heard. But . . . no one knows a mech like his own trinemates." Like an older brother you think you can't stand until you lose him and realize how much you loved him in spite of himself . . . Thundercracker misses his trine leader –schemes, grandstanding, screechy voice, and all.

"Skywarp?" he questioned, not bothering to hide his surprise. "I wouldn't have thought you two would get along..."

Different reality. Different rules. Starscream ducked his helm a bit, a wing flicking in embarrassment. What a silly outburst. Though really he wasn't too surprised to hear one of these special members had been Starscream. There must have been good reason for the tone in Thundercacker's voice, though. Sure, this Starscream didn't believe there to be a redeemable quality about his other iterations, but who knew?

"I suppose I will have to take your word for it..."

That outburst just gets a soft laugh from the old Seeker. "I know how annoying my Skywarp can be. I can't imagine what a negative polarity of him must be like."

He's not sure which of his wingmates the last is in reference to, but in a sense, either works. "Both have their issues . . . but when you work with and under a mech for long enough, you get to understand why/ he is the way he is." Spoken quietly – again, he gets what people think of his trine leader and why they do, he doesn't blame them – it's wholly deserved, after all – but still…

Clutching my cure, I tightly lock the door [Closed]

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LOL I need more happy/blissful/etc icons for

you really, really do

One of these days... o.o

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