Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers or Transformers Animated. All rights belong to Hasbro and Cartoon Network. Ideas for this story are created by me.

I never wanted to fight.

Actually, I never wanted to do anything at all. Everything and everyone frightened me! Even my creator! I mean, I am part of his personality after all.

I was his fear. I didn't like it too much though. I was always so jumpy and twitchy, frightened by the slightest movement or gesture. The other clones mocked me because of that. Slag 'em to the pit. I hope they would forgive me if I just ran away from all of this and hide somewhere safe.

Oh wait…

I can't stand being alone!

Our leader and creator, Starscream, scares me sometimes about his plan to destroy Megatron and usurp the title of Decepticon leader. I just really wish I wasn't afraid all the time. Starscream was always so brave in the line of battle, so ruthless…but I somehow knew from my very core of my spark that he was too afraid to go and face Megatron up close and personal. He always liked to do it the sneaky way. That's how it happened the last time fifty solarcycles ago…

It seems that every time I think about getting ready for our final showdown, I freeze up. My knees knock against each other, my teeth chatter and my whole body shivers. I keep remembering my creator's memories of how he was sent offline by Megatron all those months ago. That little AllSpark piece embedded in his forehead was the only thing keeping him from joining the Well of All Sparks.

Will I be like that if my shard of the AllSpark in my spark chamber was extinguished in my first battle? I wondered, biting my claws worriedly.

My body shook, optics widened with hollow fear when Starscream proclaimed that we were going to ambush the Decepticon base and destroy Megatron in one orbital cycle.

"Us? Against Megatron?" I squeaked. "Are you INSANE?"

Oh, Primus! No! No! I'm too young to be offline! I don't want to go down there! I can't go down there and face…HIM! I can't! Oh PLEASE!

Primus, I hope Starscream won't hurt me for my sudden outburst, or any of the others in that matter. Was I the only one of the clones to have our creator's common sense embedded in my spark?

Vector Sigma, I don't know why Starscream hates Megatron so much, besides the fact that he had purposely tried to take my creator offline. Was it just jealousy or something else? I was too afraid to think any further.

I whimpered, my limbs clanging against each other upon imagining the cruel and vicious image of Megatron from my creator's memories: freakishly tall steel body, cold red optics, that enormous plasma cannon on his left arm which could pierce the strongest metal in the galaxy...

Aw, slag!

"I think I just sprung an oil leak…"

A/N: A long update later with another story. A Transformers Animated one to be exact! I've been dying to write this quick fic for a while, but college has been hell for me with all the final papers and projects to hand in. Skywarp makes me laugh of his fear of everything around him and I had fun making it up as a wrote in my notbook. Hopefully, the workload is lifting so I should be able to update a little faster.

Anywho, if you liked this first chapter of the 5-shot story, drop by and send a review. It would be much appreciated.

Next chapter: Thundercracker (Egomaniac Starscream)!

Celestial Maiden Sukira