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Sweet Dreams

Chapter 1: The Trouble with Teleportation

With a contented blast of air from his vents, Skywarp arched his back struts and stretched his wings before rising from the console he'd been sitting at for slagging megacycles. Three Earth weeks of third-shift monitor duty has taken their toll on the ebony seeker.

Perhaps he should not have targeted Megatron and Starscream in his latest puerile Valentine's Day prank. Ah, the squishies had such fun holidays to torment his superior officers with.

He gave a tired grin as he remembered his leader's ire upon discovering he erased all of Starscream's reports and replaced them with short, saccharine messages to Megatron from his SIC inspired by squishy conversation hearts. His grin widened as he remembered the look on Megatron's face upon reading "I want 2B UR polishing cloth – SS."

Yes, he decided, it was most definitely worth a month of recharge deprivation.

He could really go for some energon, followed by a nice, long recharge cycle.

No sooner had the thought formed in his processor than Skywarp found himself in the rec room by the energon dispenser.

Clearly recharge deprivation was affecting his control over his warping abilities.

Luckily for the teleporter, the Autobots had been unusually quiet lately. He didn't relish the idea of explaining to an incensed Starscream why he suddenly warped out of formation during a critical maneuver.

He quickly knocked back a cube, eager to return to his quarters and his berth -- and suddenly there it was, right in front of him. With a resigned blast of air from his vents he flopped down onto the welcoming surface. Although Skywarp enjoyed being the harbinger of chaos, he disliked the feeling of having a lack of control over himself and his special abilities. Though these thoughts were troubling, his exhaustion won over and recharge quickly claimed him.

He dreamt of TC.

The blue seeker visited him in his dreams with increasing frequency as the vorns went on.

His trinemate and best friend seemed oblivious to Skywarp's growing affection, which the ebony seeker carefully hid. Though Thundercracker had his doubts about the Decepticon cause, in the end he was a proper 'Con, and as such did not entertain such squishy romantic feelings. Those emotions were better left to those slag-sucking Autobots.

Skywarp often felt a bit ashamed over his attraction to his friend. His feelings just didn't mesh with his self-identity as a ruthless Decepticon warrior, a seeker elite. But like it or not, he could not get his beautiful trinemate out of his head, or his dreams.

Skywarp's systems hummed contentedly in his sleep as dream TC flew next to him in formation, wingtips a hairs breadth apart.

Energy arched between their sleek forms, flowing from fuselage to wingtip, bridging the minute gap between them. Starscream flew ahead, seemingly unaware as Thundercracker sent a surge of energy over to his other trinemate, the forked lightning traveled over the flat plane of Skywarp's left wings and continued onward to caress his fuselage.

Skywarp let out a keen as the energy stroked the sensitive surfaces of his wings and surrounded his frame in a fiery embrace. He sent a return pulse, watching as the blue seeker rumbled his satisfaction, his powerful turbines causing air disturbances that tickled and teased Skywarp's wings.

With a low rumble that sent chills down his trinemate's back struts, Thundercracker dropped back and rolled, increasing his speed so that within a few moments he was directly underneath Skywarp.

The current between the undersides of their fuselages intensified, forked tendrils of energy reaching out to stroke their wings.

Skywarp's core felt molten, the combined sensation of the wind buffering his frame and his wingmate's attentions becoming too much.

"TEEECEEEE," He cried out as he felt overload washing over him.

And then he fell out of the sky, hitting the ground with a painful impact.

Wait, no, this wasn't dirt and rock he was laying on. It was metal!

Skywarp lurched into full consciousness to find himself on the floor of the Nemesis in what were clearly private quarters.

As he stared across the floor at the noticeable lack of clutter, he slowly realized that these quarters were far too tidy to be his own. It was then he heard a noise above him.

He looked up, dread clenching hold of his spark as he came face-to-face with a very shocked and confused Thundercracker.