AN: Alas I'm beginning to think that my Muses are secretly planning to take over my mind, that or ruin what's left of my sanity.

When I began watching TF:P I thought it was going to be a ripoff based on the movies since I had actually came back from watching the third movie when I caught a late night rerun of 'Out of his Head' while watching Adult Swim. I have fallen in love with that show and I want more, MORE I SAY!

Am I the only one who squealed/screamed when they showed Starscream's legs? I mean really, he can be a hooker with dem legs. But I have to say I'm more in love with his wings then anything. (I want to pet them so bad!) I also love the design of Soudwave in TF:P and I can't help but imagine him with a sense of humor due to his mask.

I can't help but love Starscream's character and TF:P makes me want to write about him...while making him suffer. That and I'm am obsessed fangirl and I must get this out or my muses will rebound on me. They are terrible muses.

I DON'T OWN TRANSFORMERS! If I did, it wouldn't be rated for seven year olds.

Also be ready for short chapters.

TERMS

Crea: 'Mother', shorter name for Carrier.

Cycle: A day

Joor: An hour

Klik: A minute

When he had announced to the starry heavens on the dirtball called Earth that he would only work for himself and only for himself, he assumed his life would take the turn that led down a more pleasant route, one hopefully with less pain. Though fate seemed to hate him in the form of his Seeker programming which had led him to this bump in the road. The Seeker found himself staring at a miniscule point of light next to his spark after soaring away into the night sky.

Primus damn it, he was carrying.

Well slag, that wasn't suppose to happen.

For lack of a better word, shit.

He was not ready to be a crea. Nowhere stable enough to handle a little sparkling and the duties that followed it. Not when he was alone on a filthy planet filled with disrespecting Decepticons and stupid Autobots.

Starscream had not flown that far at all before a feeling of…warmth from his spark chamber had disrupted his concentration and had settled down in an overhang in the face of a cliff that offered him some protection as he went to make sure that the prissy blue Autobot hadn't broken an energon line in his chassis. Imagine the damper it would put on his journey for power but what he found really did take the energy out of him.

Upon releasing the latches that allowed access to his closed off spark chamber and inner circuits he saw no damage or stress that would explain the warmth he was currently feeling, there were only a few dents and scratches that he could fix later. Seeing as no one was currently pointing a pulse rifle at him he deemed it safe to open his spark chamber.

Everything seemed normal but recovering from a beating from Megatron was truly a difficult road and it was perfectly normal for injuries to spring up cycles after the initial beating had taken place, that and he had come from a rather jarring fight with the femme Autobot. It certainly wasn't uncommon for his crystal-like spark chamber to develop cracks and splits that could cut through minor lines, possibly explaining the warmth in his chamber.

He had little to no problems holding his spark, he would out-right refuse Knock Out to ever touch it and would hold it while he poked (not gently, the mech was a major sadist) his chamber for cracks. So as he handled his spark carefully out of his chamber to check if any fluids had leaked in he was rather stunned to see a small shivering spark follow his own out.

It took only a nanosecond for his processor to realize what it was before he hurriedly slammed his spark and the little one back into his chamber to chew over his results and basically freak-out in a non-Starscream way by sitting there and shaking as if Megatron had his plasma cannon in his face. It wasn't long before he began shrieking and screaming in Seeker-dialect about his programming at the same sky he had pledged neutrality to.

It took nearly three joors before he had any sense to calm down and weigh his future choices.

He could terminate the sparkling, he had caught it early enough where the protoform hadn't even begun to form yet and the creator-creation bond was still fairly weak, meaning all he had to due was remove the spark from his and that would be the end of it. He could act like it had never had happened and move on…or he could take the more stubborn route and keep the sparklet while taking on any challenges that the little one would no doubt bring.

It was a well known fact that even the hardest of Seekers adored little Seekerlings due to their programming and Starscream always had a hidden soft spot for the tiny flyers and the mere thought of destroying a little one even before it had a chance was playing hard on his well hidden morals. He ruled out termination within a couple of kliks.

Another option was to just continue with his plan and act like he wasn't carrying but this was a terrible one as well and quickly dismissed it. Denial of the situation would only end badly.

Option number three was looking better but he still hated it. Since Megatron wasn't there to hear his outburst of neutrality he could head back to the Nemesis, get some needed supplies and hightail it out of there before anyone could learn of his state or that he had been hoarding supplies again.

The last one was to hand himself over to the Autobots while pleading for sanctuary from a vengeful Megatron. This one quickly fell into the land of rejection, joining the second one in the pile of 'horrible ideas'.

So that left option number three and Starscream couldn't help but feel that Primus hated him.

He would go back to the Nemesis but only for a short while.

R&R my lovely peeps.