Not a very long chapter but it gets the ball rollin'…I'm sure I can dish out a longer chap next time.

Depending on how this one goes...

Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers or any of its characters.

Starscream knew it would end up this way—a total disaster. As soon as the words came from his leader's lips, the Seeker had a bad feeling about the "plan". Of course, it was Megatron who had come up with the scatter-brained scheme…

So, with "plan-attack-heavily-guarded-potential-energon-supply-no-Autobot-will-suspect-it" out of the way and totally failed, Starscream found himself on the ground looking up at a lot of trees. He must have blacked out because he could not remember ever landing. Flying through the air, yes—hurtling from the explosion of said "plan-attack-"-you get it by now.

Red optics glared up at the tree-lined sky. It was dark already. How long had he been out? Getting his systems started up again, the SIC vaguely wondered if his mighty leader was in a similar situation as him. Huffing amusingly at the mental images, he tried sitting up, finding it fairly difficult. Did a tree land on him from the crash landing? Why hadn't he bothered to look before? Perhaps it was more of a crash landing than he thought—

He heard a slight noise. Startled for a moment, Starscream tried backing away from it, only to realize the noise came from whatever-whoever- was holding him down. The flyer looked down and there sprawled all over him was Megatron. Starscream was a little confused as to what to do. Should he push him off? Wake him up? Laugh at the ridiculous position he was in?

He decided on all three options.

Just as he shifted his weight to move, his undignified lump of a leader lifted his head. His optics met Starscream's. The SIC gaped at the gun former's expression as he tried to speak. It was as if the silver mech could not form words as his mouth opened and closed, almost like he was struggling. The jet leaned in a little closer without even realizing it when his leader lifted his head higher. The stark contrast from the glow of his crimson optics and the darkness surrounding them was mesmerizing…

"Starscream…"

For a moment Starscream hadn't registered what was said…just how it was said. So pleading, so weak, so needy. The face lying so very close to his own was one he thought he'd never see on Megatron. Yet here he was—begging for—

Wait what did he say?

Starscream shoved those foreign thoughts from his CPU and looked dumbly at his leader.

"What?"

At that Megatron lifted himself up and off his SIC and rolled over onto his back. The Seeker saw the problem and cringed at the sight. A somewhat small tree, or a piece of one, had lodged itself up into the silver mech's chassis. Starscream watched his leader try and pry the large plant from himself. Apparently the wound was too sensitive and he had to quickly stop his attempts to hiss in pain. Another attempt had him arching away from his own arm, causing more pain as the thing pressed against his insides. This had him arching in all different directions—none helping his situation. Defeated, he grunted and fell limp on the ground.

All Starscream could do was watch.

Suddenly his thoughts drifted in all the wrong directions about the Decepticon leader helpless in front of him. Since when did Megatron look so…enticing?

Well, ever since his lips formed into adorable little "o" shapes. And when his vocalizer made small sounds that had the jet former half-way to overload. Not to mention when that silver body started curving and curling in ways that were surely painful. Oh and those hips—

Starscream was just about to slap himself as Megatron snapped him back to reality.

"Idiot! Don't just sit there! Get this thing out of me."

"Yes. Right."

Yes? Right? What a stupid thing to say! He cursed himself as he examined the wound. The blasted Earth plant was deeper inside than he thought. After a few more repetitions of the words 'deeper inside' echoed through his CPU, the jet almost slapped himself again. Instead, he placed a servo on the tree. Trying desperately to ignore Megatron biting his lip to refrain from making too much noise, the Seeker firmly placed his other servo on his chassis and gave the wood an experimental tug. The angle he was sitting at beside his leader had the stupid twig shift out—but also down—hitting more circuitry. This had the tyrant grabbing at Starscream's wrists and shoving the back of his own head further into the ground. His mouth opened wide but no sound came through his vocalizer.

It was almost sad how hard it was for Starscream to choke back a moan.

He was starting to get angry with himself at how little self-control he had. Mumbling a somewhat-apology, he positioned himself to lean over the now cursing Decepticon leader. When he pulled on it this time he made sure it was along the path it chose to shove into the fool's upper body. After a few more snags and curses, the damned thing was out. It never occurred to Starscream how his leader would feel after the stick was removed. He then started to get nervous over the thought of more damage to Megatron…

That was when he slapped himself.

Suddenly his entire body was pulled upward by his arm and he yelped in surprise. He turned to see the gun former glaring at him—standing perfectly straight, mind you—and jerked his arm away. Megatron just turned and walked into to the trees. Starscream crossed his arms over his chest. Was that the best thank you he could come up with? And how is he suddenly all better? Did that twig not puncture or even scratch anything vital? He sure acted like it did a minute ago—

Huh. Wait a…Maybe he…no, no way. But he—and then—he—

The jet former openly and blaringly gaped at his leader's back. The sheer impossibility of such a feat from Megatron was, well, impossible! There was no way he could set that up. But there was a short—or long, Starscream couldn't remember—time he was out cold. That old glitch could be toying with him. Yeah, that definitely sounded like something his leader would do! Just walking off like nothing happened, knowing exactly what he was doing.

Well then, if mighty Megatron wanted to tease, Starscream would let him. The next time would not go as well for him…

As his SIC smirked to himself with perverted intent gleaming in his optics, Megatron searched for any other Decepticons that might have landed in the area. Luckily, that fragging piece of tree hadn't damaged anything—it just needed to be removed…

Unbeknownst of the Seeker's intentions, Megatron comm. linked Soundwave.

Let me know what you thought/think please! Not sure where this is gonna go after a while…

Probably shouldn't admit that openly…:[