Possession.

Summary: When Starscream captures Sam, he puts his mark upon Sam to claim him. However, is he Starscream's possession, or is that merely Sam's human perception of something entirely different?

Rating: T

Continuity: 07 Movieverse

Disclaimer: Transformers and all associated characters do not belong to me. I'd be a LOT richer if they did.

A/N: This does NOT contain slash. Much thanks is exposed to KDZeal for his help with ideas for this fic.

Possession.

Prologue.

"Ahh, Bee, this is nice." Sam said as he got out of his Autobot friend and closed the door. He felt sorry for Bumblebee, because although the spot was fairly remote, enough people drove past that the Autobot dared not change to robot form. All it would take was one highly-strung person to see him and alert other people to cause a general panic.

Bumblebee didn't seem to mind, however, sighing, his engine revving lazily as Sam put his hand on his hood. Running his engine was one of his ways of reassuring Sam that he was content. He didn't need to be a robot to enjoy the heat of the sun on his hide. Even if this was duty, waiting at the Lookout to alert the Base to the trajectory of the expected arrivals when night fell didn't man they could not relax while they waited for the sky to begin darkening as the sun set.

Afterwards, Bumblebee would wonder why they had grown so complacent, why they were both taken by surprise, although he would also realise that no amount of preparation could have stopped what was happening.

The first thing the two saw was a blur in the sky that suddenly grew to fill their vision. Before they could even react to this, Starscream landed by them with a thud, his feet sinking several inches into the ground from the impact of his landing. The Seeker's hand moved even as Sam's brain screamed at him to run, and another part of it wondered why he had not heard the Seeker's engines.

As he felt the hand scoop him up, Sam did hear engine sound, and it was then that he realised that he had not heard Starscream's approach because Starscream had been travelling at least at mach-1, and probably faster. He had merely out-flown the sound of his own passage.

As Starscream prised open the canopy on his stomach, Sam got a glimpse of Bumblebee, who was beginning to transform. As the hand holding him pushed him into the cockpit space below the canopy, Sam's view was cut off, He heard the canopy snick shut, and was about to stand and look out when Starscream, still in robot form, took off. The acceleration threw Sam into the footwell of the canopy, and then into the canopy shell itself as Starscream levelled out.

Sam caught a brief glimpse of Bumblebee through the clear canopy, the Autobot was halfway through his transformation, then Sam felt the acceleration pressure grow. His vision began to blur and then everything seemed to go red. As it got darker and darker, the scream of the Seeker's engines, which had been almost deafening in the confines of the cockpit, suddenly ceased.

It was as Sam moved from red-out to black-out that he realised Starscream was once again outflying his own engine sound. It was his last thought before the blackness claimed him.

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Starscream felt the human go limp, and began to scan him, for it would not do any good for the little squishy to perish before he had been punished for his crimes. Not that Starscream himself resented Sam's killing of Megatron, for it had given him the leadership, but others did feel sore about that.

Starscream himself felt that Sam deserved to die for his destruction of the AllSpark, the fount of Cybertronian life. However it should not be a quick or easy death, and the human should be allowed to speak in his own defense, even if it would make no difference to his fate. Humans were more fragile than Cybertronians, and Starscream was aware of this. He would monitor Sam's life signs, and take whatever steps he deemed necessary to keep Sam alive long enough to face the accusations of himself and the others.

His life-signs seemed steady enough, Starscream observed, and he kept his scans running as he headed for the Decepticon base. It was a totally unexpected reading that seemed to appear from nowhere, emanating from the human, that made Starscream almost stall. He checked it again. There could be no doubt. This changed everything.

Starscream had already planned to remove Sam from his cockpit before he revived, he did not want to risk him regurgitating his stomach contents upon regaining consciousness, at least not while the human was still inside him, but now he wondered if he could use the unconsciousness to his advantage. If he were fast, perhaps he could do what must now be done before Sam came around.

It might, he mused as he landed, save the human from a certain amount of pain. The others would not like it, he knew, but he was the leader now, and that meant they would have to put up with it.

He landed and picked the limp human from his canopy as he strode to his big hangar. If he did it before anyone realised, they could not delay or try to stop him.

He took Sam's t-shirt off and lay Sam facedown on the floor, one hand carefully pinning his body down. His other hand folded away and a needle array quickly replaced it. Starscream briefly rearranged it, replacing the acid and paint nozzles with a different set of needles. They were finer, and there were less of them

Bending down to look closely, Starscream brought the array down, pressing it into the flesh of the oblivious human's upper arm.