Delta Angel.

Summary: When Starscream is forced to take shelter in a barn, he does not factor in being discovered by two young human children, one of whom happens to be Annabelle Lennox.

Continuity: Movieverse

Rating: K+

Warnings: OOC Starscream

Disclaimer: No, Transformers isn't mine, and probably a good thing too, considering some of the ideas that crawl out of my fevered brain. It belongs to Hasbro and DreamWorks/Paramount.

Delta Angel.

Prologue.

December 2010, the Lennox farm.

Sarah Lennox smiled as the two young girls used felt tip pens to draw big eyes and curvy smiles on the silver circles that would represent the faces of the angels they were making from the inside tubes from rolls of toilet paper. Sarah turned back to cutting a few strips from the sheets of thin silver card and cut them in half, for the arms. She incised four cuts in one end, that end would serve as hands. Then she needed to make the wings. As she tended to fail miserably at trying to cut heart shapes, she settled instead for cutting triangles. An inverted triangle on the back of each angel would make a serviceable, if angular, pair of wings.

Will and Ironhide had gone out for a weekend together, to give Will some time for himself, without having to worry about either the army or his family. Sarah was a firm believer in the theory that everybody needed some 'me time.' She was quite happy here for the weekend, keeping her own Annabelle and Annabelle's friend Rachel, a girl from the farm next door, occupied. She could hardly believe that Annabelle would be five next month, it only seemed like the other month that she was giving birth to her. She wondered if Will would feel the time was now right for them to give Annabelle a brother or sister, now that he was not being posted abroad so often?

"Mommy, done." Annabelle said, passing over the face, followed swiftly by Rachel who did likewise.

"Good girl, those are lovely. Want to put some patterns on the arms now? We're nearly done." Sarah said. This was the last set of angels they would be making. Sarah had decided they could make five each – one for each corner of the Christmas table and one for the top of the tree in each household. These were the last two.

"Yes please mommy." Annabelle said. Sarah handed each girl a set of arms and while they dealt with that, Sarah set about gluing the faces and wings onto the toilet paper rolls that she had earlier spray-painted silver and the girls had decorated with silver and gold glitter.

"Drat." She muttered as the glue applicator gave an airy wheeze and she saw the glue had run out. She only just managed to attach the last pair of wings and head to the last silver tube, which was a relief, but how would she now attach all the arms to them? She had left the arms till last as the easiest part to do. Then she had an idea, and got Will's stapler.

Then she encountered another problem…the stapler would not punch through the cardboard of the tube. Biting back a curse – she would not swear in front of the children – she glared at the armless angels. Okay, if she couldn't attach the arms to the body…

A few quick clicks later, the angels all had their arms stapled to the edges of their wings. Okay, maybe the angels all looked like they had mega power shoulders now, but at least the arms were on, and the children didn't seem to mind. Just in time too, it seemed, as she heard a knock on the door and the cheery voice of Rachel's father, Thomas, calling for her. Taking each child by a wrist, she invited Thomas in with a shout as she started washing the girls' hands in the big sink.

"Will coming back tomorrow?" asked Thomas, a big bear of a farmer with a brown thatch of unruly hair on his head.

"Yes." Sarah replied, as she carefully dried each plump little pink hand with a soft thick towel. She bent down so Rachel could plant a wet kiss on her cheek.

"Off you go, Rachel, your mom's got lunch ready for you at home. Maybe we'll see you tomorrow?" she asked, giving Thomas a carrier bag with Rachel's five angels in.

"I'm sure you will." Said Thomas. "Those two are fast friends." He took Rachel outside, lifted his daughter to his shoulders, and set off back to his own farm with her.

Sarah watched him go, then put her hand out to Annabelle.

"I think you could do with some food as well, young lady. Shall we see what I put in the oven earlier?"

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After her lunch, Rachel got bored and decided to go into the far barn. It was one of her favourite places to go, even now when it was cold. She hadn't been there for a few days, and quickly got her coast and gumboots on.

It took her about ten minutes to reach the barn, and the walk tired her. She slipped in the door and put on the lights her Dad had had installed, she got a bit of a shock. There was something very large lying in the barn. She stood and looked at it.

It seemed to be composed of metal, and there was something familiar about it. It seemed to be a figure. There were some oddly-jointed legs, and then the body appeared to widen up from the narrow waist to some very wide shoulders, to which were attached some very long arms. Atop the body was a domed head, and what might be eyes, although there was no sign of movement from it. Rachel tried to think of where she had seen something with that shape before, and then she remembered.

The angels they'd made that morning with Auntie Sarah! That was where she'd seen that shape before! She raised her hands to her face as she made what to her was a logical connection. They were being visited by an angel!

She remembered the stories Sarah and her mom had told her about the angels who sang to announce the birth of the Baby Jesus, and what she'd been told about her own guardian angel who was there to keep her safe and wouldn't let the monsters under the bed get her. Well, she knew the Baby Jesus had been born in a stable, but that was years ago and she didn't think he was going to be visiting here, so maybe this was her guardian angel. Even if it wasn't her guardian angel, angels were good, so it wouldn't hurt her if she curled up by it for a nap, would it? She was sleepy after her meal and the walk out to the barn.

She had slept on the hay from the fields before but it wasn't as comfortable as it looked, and she didn't want to risk disturbing anything that might be living in it. The angel's hand was within range, and she carefully climbed in under the jointed fingers to curl up in the great palm. It was a bit hard, but not as cold as she had worried about, in fact it was fairly warm, and she found it hollowed in such a way that she could actually lie comfortably in the palm.

She looked out at the angel from its hand as her eyelids slowly fluttered shut and her breathing slowed. She shifted just once, then settled into a deep and peaceful sleep, nestled in the big metal hand.

This was how and where Starscream found her when he came out of his recharge half an hour later.