I was talked into trying this, as I have never written a 28 meme for anyone. I figured that if I was going to do so, I may as well write the one I feel I know the best. Maybe it's overdone, maybe too many have chosen Starscream...but he's who I know, and I write what I know. Hope you enjoy the little insights.

I'm stealing from different AUs, different canon, and even making slag up out of whole cloth as is the author's right...I /will/, however, at least try and slap a label on them so you know what you're getting. Also, this is to be rated M, because some prompts will definitely fall into that category. Lengths will vary from drabbles to ungodly, I don't doubt.

Probable warnings include sticky, the wonderful thing known as Seekersmut, mechpreg in places (I'll warn at the head of each chapter for those sensitive), violence, sparklings, and whatever else crawls out of the Pit of Starscream's mind.

This is slashy, I like slash, so if you don't, don't read it. :)

On with the show.

Oh, and I don't own Transformers...hell, I don't even own all the OCs. I'll credit their owners in the chapters they show up in.

Warnings for this chapter- None

-1- Angsty ~Because of me, because of you, I am what and who I am.~

He knew that he brought it upon himself. Half the time, he didn't particularly care, either, not even when he was like this, lying strapped to a berth in the medbay because the system damage was causing him to convulse at random intervals.

It was Starscream's lot in life, it seemed. The vicious cycle. He mouthed off, Megatron slagged him, he ended up in medbay for a cycle or two or even ten, then was repaired just to mouth off again. His trinemates didn't even come visit anymore; they knew he'd pull through...he always did.

So he lay, staring at the ceiling, the room silent and dead. The way he would be on the day that he pushed his commander too far. Silent and dead. He wondered idly if anyone would miss him, if he /were/ to die. Probably not, he decided. He had more enemies than any other mech in existence, and he knew that that too was his own fault.

Was it really worth it?

/Yes/, he thought. /Yes. Because at least this is /my very own choice./