Disclaimer: Sadly enough, none of them are mine...but once that changes I shall inform you immediately! XD

It was unusual for any decepticon to ask for aid or assistance, yet it became apparent that that was precisely what Starscream was doing by viciously demanding of Ratchet to repair his wingmate. Standing tall in the brig, he tried to tower over the medic while presuming to be able to order him around. But Ratchet had already made that decision on his own. The seeker was leaking octan rich fuel all over the place, not to even mention the coolant nor energon. Looking far worse for wear than regular Thundercracker really looked like he was on the brink of offlining.
It was astounding, but both mechs had been taken prisoner, completely without any hint at opposition, yet Red Alert had decided that they would have to be contained and threw them into the brig anyway. Prowl hadn't been amused by the news one single bit and at gathering the information that one of the seekers had appeared to be damaged, he had instantly summoned Ratchet from the med bay to look him over. At first Starscream had been very compliant with answering all of their questions, apart from the obvious 'where'd he get hurt' or 'why are you coming to us for this' and now the air commander was apparently regaining his wits and suffering from a serious case of overconfidence, like he usually did...

"Of course I will repair him, but not because you're telling me to you slag-headed scrap-pile! He's damaged and in some serious need of repairs. I can not ignore that as a medic, not if I still want to call myself that with a clear conscious.", he informed Starscream coldly and motioned for Red Alert to release the lock that would lead him into the cell. Both decepticon seekers immediately huddled together into a corner, with the air commander shielding his injured wingmate with one of his own scratched wings. Ratchet knew that they wouldn't accuse him of trying to hurt Thundercracker, far from it, yet Starscream didn't appear as if he wanted to part from the other seeker no matter what. Inch by inch he advanced onto them and noticed that the air commanders wings had started trembling as he was only three more steps away from them.

"Starscream, please be reasonable, I can not repair him here. His damage is far too extensive for that, I need tools, my work bench and a lot of other things to help him, which I do not have here.", he calmly tried to reason with the seeker, all the while wary of Prowl hovering in his background. Who knew when Red Alert would call their behavior a fake or a trap? But the tactician would have warned him of that had there been any indication for it and so he pressed on.

"I won't leave him, we won't part!", the air commander insisted, shaking his cranial unit in denial all the while and just clinging tighter to the older seeker. It was then that the medic noticed that that was exactly what Starscream was doing, he was clinging to the other seeker as if afraid to loose him and for the first time ever he thought that he had just witnessed something akin to compassion within the decepticons ranks. A quick glance at their tactitian revealed that he had come to the same conclusion and was already calculating how they could accommodate the air commanders request without endangering their security, an autobots health or primus forbid...protocol.

"Under the observation of an officer as guard only.", was all Prowl would settle for and it was quickly decided that Ironhide would stand guard duty, while Ratchet worked.

Leading the air commander through the halls, one hand on his shoulder, directing him where to go, the other holding his favorite cannon trained steadily onto the small space between his wings, Ironhide cleared the way for Ratchet, who was carrying the hurt seeker to his med bay and walking right behind them.

It was disconcerting really, under regular circumstances Starscream would have protested and shaken the unwanted limb off of his chassis, yet strangely enough right then he couldn't mind it and even subtly leaned into the touch from time to time. Ironhide kept a firm grip on the seekers shoulder and only let go once they had reached the med bay and he took up his guard post at the big entrance door. As Ratchet set to work, not daring to put the seeker offline in fear of loosing him due to repair interrupted, yet essential recharge activities, Starscream paced the whole length of one wall up and down, steadily shooting looks at his wing mate while snarling at the medic to speed up.

Tempted as he was to just throw the mech out anyway, he didn't and proceeded to ignore the insults and baits of the air commander. Starscream became more and more restless and started whispering to himself occasionally.

„...hurry up...loosing time...won't make it...need to hurry...won't last...no more time...", he muttered, while he steadily kept up his pacing and finally it was just too much for Ironhide to bear. Yanking the seeker towards him on his wrist, he straightened up to his full height and growled at him.

„W'll ya slagg'n st'p 't! Ra'ch 's work'n 's fas' 's 'e cahn alrea'y! Theah ain' no ane fastah, soh st'p squiahmin'!", he bellowed and the seeker grew utterly still in his grasp.

Leaning forwards to meet his gaze head on, something Ironhide couldn't quite name flashed in the air commanders optics and his response came out quite differently from what he had planned.

„Make me!", he challenged in a purr, energy pouring from his frame and pulsing at the air around him.

A compliant fuzziness engulfed his processor as the energy washed over into Ironhide and he growled, bending the mechs wrist to have him step forward was all it took to be basking in the strange and new energy. Dermaplates started to dance over his, while nimble digits settled onto his sides. Releasing his tight grip on the seeker wasn't even a conscious action, he was barely aware of anything else but the seeker, unable to register the words shouted at him by the CMO.

„You won't stop them.", Thundercracker deadpanned as he gripped onto Ratchets arm to keep him from throwing a wrench at the red warrior, seeing as shouting obscenities at him had apparently no effect on either one of them at all.

„What do you mean with that?!", he demanded of the flyer and saw him scrunch up his faceplate in confused concentration.

„Maybe I should rewords that.-You will not be able to make them stop. No one will be able to keep them from each other now,- they wouldn't allow it. No amount of reason- or force will be able to part them now, mechs are usually offlined if they invade- with a seeker in such a state. They will merge- right in your med bay, you can't keep them from it. Just ignore- them, they wont even notice the difference.", he explained to the enraged medic, trying to keep his vocalizer steady, but it shortened out on him numerous times regardlessly.

Ratchet only stared at him and stopped cursing. Surprised he noted that it really didn't make a difference to the two intertwined mechs.

Starscream was endearingly sweet the way he leaned into him and arched into every little shift of pressure from his hands. Ironhide was lost in pleasure, blindly following along as the seeker lead him...somewhere. Urging the warrior to follow him, he moved him, walking backwards himself, steadily closer to a berth he had spotted there earlier.

Following the air commander didn't even register within him, all that was important was that the seeker actually stayed in his reach constantly, their dermaplates parting and meeting repeatedly, whether they just carressed the others plating, brought their glossas into play or simply rested against each other. But as Starscream parted and retracted his cockpit to bare his spark to him, a wild, forceful desire took hold of the warrior and he simply swiped the medical berth clean off any tools lying about with a single shoving motion. Bending the seeker over the edge of the berth, he felt him wriggling away, feet planted onto his thighs to lift him higher and he managed to slide onto the berths surface. Climbing up onto the berth as well, he didn't hesitate to subdue the air commander with his weight, at least somewhat. Trying to force him to keep still wasn't working, but it wasn't necessary to do so, because the astrosecond he started to split his own chestplates the seeker beneath him grew wild, straining against his grasp and pushing up to make their sparks meet. Worried that Starscream would force their sparks together far too soon, he locked his joints and found himself unable to move as tendrils of spark energy coursed through his circuitry and his spark casing opened out of it's own violition. Taking in the sight of the seeker lying underneath him, he caught the shifting motions, the air commander was supporting his frame with his lower arms, firmly planted onto the berth, as well as his feet, his knee joints now rising up against Ironhide's thigh plating. If he hadn't known what he did, he would have cried out in surprise as Starscream started to move in a very distinctive way. Human females moved like that when they intended to excite their mates, they rolled their hips to...what was it called again...to grind, yeah that was it! They rolled their hips to grind against their mates and the male humans held against the pressure. It was quite similar to Starscreams movements, he was bucking up against his frame to grind their spark casings against each other. As the decepticon opened his own spark casing, his head rolled to the side and a high pitched mewl left him as he ground himself against the autobot warrior, causing their sparks to brush against each other.

At the third brush of their sparks, energy burst out from the forcefields surrounding them and the pleasure of their actions increased tenfold. Ironhide had never even guessed that it could be possible to deny sparks to merge immediately, yet the seeker was showing him just that in great detail right now. At the ninth brush, deeper energy fields clashing and engines howling in response, a miniature spark formed at the end of an energy burst that arched away from their sparks, only to die out after glowing softly for a split-nano-second. The weapons specialist threw his head back, optics flashing almost white with pleasure and an inarticulate shout left him.

"Only eleven more.", the hurt seeker stated out of the blue and at Ratchets confused and still angry glare, he hastened to explain.

"Their sparks need to brush twenty times before Starscream can overload safely, otherwise his systems would be hurt by all the excess energy. It's only within the first twenty brushes that they can spark, if their sparks are even harmonic enough to open up to each other to let their cores meet, which is the only way to really create an independent spark. Any more spark brushes and flares would be used to sustain the just created spark, but that has never been a concern before. Starscream doesn't appear to be very compatible or compliant, Megatron certainly didn't ever manage to break through to his core, he wasn't amused by that...", his thoughts drifted off into dark times again, not noticing the mixture of revulsion and fascination on the medics faceplate, otherwise he would have probably laughed at him and the funny expression his faceplate was caught in. Both of Starscreams creators had been offlined during his first orn, trying to keep the tyrant away from him, seeing as they had dropped him into a life, serving the decepticon cause. They had still cared enough to at least try to protect their sparkling from the silver mech and it was all Thundercracker had ever given them credit for.

Yet, quite unexpectedly, as at the eighteenth time both glowing balls of energy and light met, their spark cores touched briefly and the little glowing ball of energy at the end of an offshooting flare began to absorb the light surrounding it and it started to swirl around itself. With every new joining brush of their spark flares, now more frequent and desperate as Starscream fervently bucked up against him, crying out as if in pain every time their sparks retreated from one another only to flare anew and meet again, more and more light and energy was gathered by the miniature spark, causing it to grow stronger and more vibrant. Emmitting a shrill scream the air commander latched onto the warrior, grabbing his upper arms in a stronghold and molding himself to his chest, almost unbearably tight. He began to shiver, clicking desperately while the weapons specialists whole frame was lightened up by energy crackles snapping over his chassis in wide arcs. Ironhide was utterly silent as he was caught in an overload-loop. The way Starscream was shaking, clicking, screaming and gasping alternatively, it was obvious that he was in pain, yet all his movements stopped abruptly and the warrior encased him into his arms so that he wouldn't fall. Lying him back down onto the berth gently, he lightly brushed the hard lines of pain from the seekers faceplate, tracing his dermaplates with one digit in awe of what his spark had revealed to him. Apparently the exertion had sent the seeker directly into recharge, judging by the low hum of his systems settling down into their subroutines.

"Usually he'd come to me in this condition,- if Megatron didn't catch him first. Yet at the moment- my spark doesn't have the energy to sustain- a merge.", Thundercracker explained ruefully to the medic and glanced over to the now peacefully recharging mech.