Ok, well i was obsessed with this idea for quite some time now, so now I actually had some time to do this! Trying to get back to the keyboard is hard, but rather fun once I got going! Meaningful feedback and ideas more than welcome!

In many ways, most of the Decepticons knew, but not bothered to give a second CPU thought to the fact to why Starscream' s black and purple wingmate was currently curled up in the corner of the Nemises's brig. Except Hook, Thundercracker, and a very pissed off air commander.

And the information that Hook was about to give him, would only make him go further off the edge.

" H-he's in... heat?" Starscream drew out the last word longer, red optics widening. " Yes, he is. How many times to I have to tell you this?" the medic sighed, impatient with the trine. The red seekers had his mouth slightly parted in shock, as his optics trailed over to where his black and purple wingmate huddled in the corner.

Lowering his voice, he replied, " Does he even know what that... is?" By the looks of it, Skywarp looked scared, and was slightly shivering, but Starscream could not see his face from the hallway of the brig where Hook had placed him for the time being for his 'safety'.

" Well, at the moment, he is just in the pre-phase of his heat cycle. His chassis is not entirely in heat yet, but is preparing. Its common, increasingly so due to the fact that this is his first time I take it, to feel rather... strange." Hook started gathering up his tools, " mentally and physically."

" So, what are we to do?" Starscream spat, " Hes in here for his own protection... for his own 'personal' safety, but also from the others, who might not have enough control." Hook stated simply, ready to leave the brig area, " But I doupt he will want to stay down here. Maybe just let him settle down, and then let him go back to his quarters if he wants, to ride out his cycle."

Thundercracker, stood still as the medic left the dim brig area, staring at his trine leader, optics in a confused and worried furrow. " DO you think... he... will you know-" but was cut off " We will cross that space bridge when it comes. Till then." the red and blue seeker was stiff as he swung open the cell door bars open, and stepping into where the seeker in question was still huddled.

" Skywarp..." Starscream said, but his voice had changed from one of being annoyed, to one that now sounded as if he was speaking to a sparkling.

Skywarp didnt move, only twitched his black and purple striped wings in response to the two seekers that had entered his cell. Starscream sighed, kneeling down onto one knee, reaching out and pulling SKywarp's chin up.

The seeker had a pout on his white lips, red optics clear and shinning bright, and troubled. Adverting his optics away from his leader, he sighed. "Hook told you?"

" Yeah he did." Thundercracker replied from where he now knelt on both knees beside his trine mate's side. Skywarp just gave a snarl, before burying his helm back into his hands an curling further up into a ball. " This is stupid. I feel stupid." he whined, wings twitching.

Starscream just shook his head in disbelief, and motioned for Thundercracker to help him pull Skywarp back together. " We'll take you back to our quarters, and you can have some energon, and then go from there." Skywarp didnt respond, only snarled from underneath his hands.

~O~

In truth, a seeker's heat cycle was a very rare occurrence. Only coming around every 20,000 years or so, depending on there physical contact with others, and how they were mentally. It usually only happened if for some odd reason there heat cycle was triggered by something, or someone, or it just happened naturally. But for a heat cycle to happen naturally was extremely rare, especially in younger seekers such as Skywarp.

And now as Starscream and TC sat staring at their trine mate who was in an un-pliable ball on the berth in the quarters they shared, it was beyond them how their youngest trine member had come about this.

But leave it up to Skywarp to get himself into the strangest situations.

After much fuss, and a few to-close-for-comfort snaps of the purple seeker's jaw, they had managed to force some laced energon that had been provided from Hook, down the struggling seekers throat. Gurgling and throat convulsing, Starscream had ended up waring most of the energon over his cockpit and chest armor.

Skywarp had dozed off into a light re-charge, mumbling and twitching about some thing or the other, breath intakes in rapid bursts, trying to cool his internals that were above normal temperatures.

Thundercracker had fallen asleep on the chair in the corners of the quarters they shared as a trine, a blue arm hanging over the edge. But Starscream was wide awake, lying on the couch studying a data pad, and was not tired at all. In fact, he was rather troubled, and a little worked up over Skywarp.

Most of all, he was dreading tomorrow, when Skywarp would no longer see things through his normal, immature optics, but instead have them glazed over in his new found state.

Shuddering, but recovering with a snarl, Starscream chucked his data pad across the room, it landing in clatter beside their desk. Before resting his black helm on one hand, and the other one wrapped around his yellow cockpit.

They would all have to wait till tomorrow.

Across the room, the data pad's screen was still on and flickering, reviling what the SIC had been reviewing. Not a report for Megatron, or a experiment the former scientist had been dwelling over, but a stolen records file on Skywarp's history.