Push it
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Starscream loves Skyfire. Skywarp enjoys Skyfire's company. Thundercracker….Thundercracker isn't ready just yet for his trine to become a quadrine. Can Thundercracker ever bring himself to even like the uber geek? He'll get back to you on that.
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Thundercracker couldn't fall into recharge.
Actually, he was trying so hard and failing so badly that he didn't even bother anymore after he lost track of time.
...
Thundercracker stared right up at the ceiling.
Actually, he was glaring at it hard enough to bore holes into the surface and maybe even pierce the dark side of Cybertron's moon from his very berth.
...
Thundercracker was disturbed.
Actually, he was a good thousand light-years beyond disturbed and about to crash right into the wall at the end of the Cybertron side of the universe.
His young cerebral processor was currently wrestling with ideas that he didn't want to think about but had no choice in the matter. They were stubborn, persistent little ideas that appeared impossible to quash and forget for a good eternity simply because they were too many and were all over the place at once. But they all sprung from the one tiny thought that had unconsciously been born from Thundercracker's biggest fear.
Or rather, fears.
What if Skyfire was going to become one of them?
What if Skyfire—uber geek of massive stature, different flyer model and questionable social skills—was going to become an official member of the trine?
What if Skyfire decided that since he was Starscream's future bondmate—at least from what he and Skywarp remember from their spying, much to their utter horror and embarrassment—he deserved the position as their leader once they were of age, since he was the biggest and smartest of them?
What if Skyfire decided as leader that they shouldn't be proud and majestic and frankly good-looking flyers with total dominion over the skies and no limits to their flight?
What if Skyfire decided as Geekimus Prime Supreme that they should be dorky science bots with no actual lives to speak of instead, and spend their autocycles toiling over tiny microscopes and bubbling test tubes and slowly decaying over time into highly intelligent but mournfully pitiful rust buckets at the very bottom of the Cybertronian social ladder?
What would everyone think? Would their paternal units be ashamed of them and constantly curse their names to the high heavens when no one was looking? Would their maternal units weep for their poor damned sparks until they rusted and died? Would Windroar and Cerulia ever look him in the optic again? Would Thunderblast leave him for that friggin' slagger, Motormaster? Would anyone even recognize him anymore once he had crossed over to the dork side? Would Thundercracker be able to live with himself?
NONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONO.
NO.
NO.
NO.
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He didn't think so.
That was why he was going to have to split Skyfire and Starscream up.
Or he was going to die trying.
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Kids these days and their overactive imaginations. Tsk-tsk-tsk. Ah well. It makes for interesting writing material.