Hello guys! I hope you like this story. I started it a long time ago and came back to finish it off recently.

Enjoy!

-this is comms-

The battle was a long and exhausting one. Optimus Prime stood amongst the battle ground, watching as his soldiers picked themselves up and marched their way back to base.

Prime stood watch until every one of his men were headed home, as he turned to follow them, he heard a long and low keen in the smoke that was yet to settle. Intrigued, he went to follow the sound. Red Alert, who had picked up on his leader's movement, came to his side to assist,

"Where are you going?"

"Listen, Red" prime murmured,

Their pace slowed as the two mechs heard the sound. Red Alert's medical instincts took over and he lead them towards the sound, cautiously.
As the smoke cleared, both froze and watched with caution. There, in the distance, was a certain young seeker, struggling to get to his feet. Optimus and Red Alert both gasped as they took in the state of the flier's wings.

-Even if he got to his feet, there is no way he can fly-

The Prime nodded and started to approach the mech,

"Starscream?" Optimus called calmly,

The response he got was a panicked stare and a pained whine,

"Let us help you"

"I don't need your help!" Starscream spat

"Well, I believe you do"

Optimus sighed and crouched near to the seeker. Red Alert tried to get closer to help the grounded flier but he was awarded with a growl and bared fangs.

"I'm only trying to help"

The medic kneeled by him, moving in again, desperate to help.

Surprising the Prime and medic, the angsty flier went slack, submissing to the worried servos of Red Alert.

Starscream was not listening by this point, in too much agony to care, he whined and let himself slip in to recharge