A/N: I have been writing so many different things oh lord! BUT OMG THE ENDING OF SEASON 2 OF TRANSFORMERS PRIME...DXTFCYGVUHBIJONK ALL OF MY FEELS TOWARDS THAT EPISODE CANNOT BE EXPLAINED...I DONT KNOW HOW TO PROCESS THESE FEELS TOWARDS THAT EPISODE...JUST AHHHH...HOW DO I EXPLAIN...But anyways! I felt like writing another MxSS FIC! I plan to put many chapters in this fic! And my fic My Fragile Butterfly is at a bit of a stump right now. Im working on it, but i dont have many ideas. xO

TFA VERSE

AU

MxSS

RATED M; Slash in future chapters

Prince and the Gladiator

Starscream POV

I glided down the castle's staircase, thrusters speeding me down like a missile as I tried to proceed as fast as I can. Sire had picked another mate for me, and I was supposed to be down in the royal hall three cycles ago. It's not like I am looking forward to meeting the other; they were all predictable, mechs who only wanted me for my looks and power. But I wanted a mech who would love me for who I am.

I rushed into the royal hall, drawing all optics onto my frame. I nodded briefly at the other seekers and guards. My father Firespade, high ruler of Vos, was across the room in his throne with a tall orange and black winged mech standing next to him.

"Ah, Starscream! Glad to see you have made it!" My father stood and spread his arms in a welcoming gesture. I walked towards the throne slowly, thrusters clicking against the crystal floor.

"This is Shadowstrike," My father pulled the tall seeker forward with one servo. There was a soft smile on his face, but it did not reach his optics, which were unappealing and smug. I crossed my arms across my cockpit and cocked my head to the left, already disliking this mech at first glance.

Shadowstrike walked towards me, wings perked up high and a smirk plastered on his face. He took my servo.

"I would be honored to be your spouse, Prince Starscream." He kissed my outer palm and hummed as he arose. I swiped my hand away and scowled at the larger mech. I only reached the top of his cockpit; he towered over me as if I was his prey.

My sire walked over to us, his white and gold cape trailing behind him. He stepped behind me and placed a servo on my wing.

"Thank you Shadowstrike! We plan to see you at dinner tonight! One of my guards will lead you to your temporary room." A guard tapped Shadowstrike and allowed him to be led to his room. But just before he had left the royal hall, he blew a kiss in my direction coquettishly. I grimaced and looked at my father.

"I don't like him..." I mumbled.

"You never like any of them. But trust me, Shadowstrike is a good mech. He comes from the Fireblaze Clan." My father tried to persuade me into considering marrying the mech. But he just didn't understand; my previous suitors were all the same fawning processorless mechs vying for my attention. But Shadowstrike... He didn't seem trustworthy, or easy to deal with, for the matter.

Later I walked into the dining room, frame polished, wings perked up high, royal brands decorating my arms and wings and a black and fuchsia cloak falling over my shoulders. Taking my seat besides Sire, I sneered at Shadowstrike seated across from me, who had been eying my frame hungrily. Covering my frame with my cloak soon resolved the problem somewhat.

Dinner went well as planned. Everyone was happy, singing, smiling, and Shadowstrike thankfully got caught up in the commotion. Afterwards his servants led him away back to his own castle before he even got the chance to say a word to me.

After everyone had left, Father came up to me.

"Starscream, Iacon has requested for me to discuss an alliance with their Autobots," He told me as we started walking up the grand staircase.

"You're not going to actually consider joining those blasted Autobots, are you, Father?" I said incredulously. He only sighed and shrugged.

"We are just going to have to wait and see, my Star." He kissed the top of my helm and returned to his quarters.

I frowned. I didn't like those Autobots. They were eating out Cybertron like it was a rust stick with that corrupted ruling council of theirs. If my sire ever joined those no-good rag tag ground pounders, I would have to put my pede down.

Needing a distraction, I headed over to my room and punched in the code on the security pad. I slumped into my chair, swiveling around in it idly as I pondered over my current situation.

It was a longtime desire of mine to go explore the rest of Cybertron, I have seen Iacon. But that is all, for Father disapproved of me traveling abroad among the grounders that made up most of the population of the planet. So I managed to content myself with my scientific pursuits.

I walked over to my science lab, tossed my cape to the side and grabbed my lab coat and glasses. I started playing with the different chemicals and mixing the different test tubes together.

If anything was going to calm me down, it was science...

I woke up lying down on my test table with my wings and neck aching like pit. Groaning, I stood up and walked towards my desk. There was a data pad on with a note glowing on the screen.

Starscream,

I have already left for Iacon and will be back in 5 cycles. Shadowstrike will arrive at the castle in two breems.

Love,

Sire

I stood up and tossed my lab coat in the corner. So Father was really considering an alliance with those Autobots. But currently I was more concerned about that dislikable Shadowstrike, who would be returning. Argh... I did not want to deal with that flirting slagger right now again so soon. I immediately wished there was something I could escape into to avoid all this-

:::Prince Starscream! We need you down at the command center immediately!::: My comm. link suddenly burst into life. I flew out of my room and raced towards the command center. Finally, something worth occupying my attention! I pushed open the doors and saw frantic seekers were running around with orders being spewed at them.

"Commander Starscream!" An officer addressed my presence.

"Report! What the frag is going on?!" I yelled.

"Yo-your father! He sent a distress signal not too long ago!"

I froze.

"From where?!" I returned urgently despite the chilling dread I felt.

"W-well, from the signal... It's from... Kaon..."

My optics widened. Kaon?! It can't be! Kaon was the home of the gladiators, mercenaries and grounders! It's the pits! Father never approved of ground pounders in Kaon or even steped among them, for they were dirty, disrespectful, and had no sense of processor. How on Cybertron did Sire end up there?

"I want Striker seekers, squadron two and three, stealth seekers one, and six. I want Fighter Jets patrolling our tail at all times," I ordered as I hurried to the rising platform. The officer bowed and rushed towards the control panel.

I grabbed my fireproof cloak, null rays, and emergency beacon armlet and sped towards my troops where they gathered at the platform ending at the top of the castle. As I landed in front of the formed seekers, I shouted my orders at them quickly. It did not take long before we were slicing through the sky in our alt-modes, breaking the sound barrier with distinct echoing booms.

When we arrived at the vicinity of Kaon, we slowed down enough to survey the land. It was a large atmospheric change from the clean air of Vos to the dirty chemical smell and energon stench lingering though the air. The Fighter Jets patrolled the perimeters of the dark city. One squad of each of the Striker and Stealth seekers followed my lead while the others flew above to watch for any foolish attack.

Suddenly my comm. link burst into life again. It was weak, but I could recognize its frequency from anywhere.

:::St-Starscream?::: Father? Father!

:::Sire?! Wh-where are you?! How did you get into this pit-spawned city?!::: I asked worriedly.

:::I'm held in... Darkmount...::: Darkmount?! How did he end up in the Decepticon capital, a notorious place known for its brutal gladiator fights and smelting pits in which the Decepticons cruelly executed their dissenters?

:::But Father! What about your guards!::: How could those fools be so ignorant enough to let their king, to get captured! When I find them I am going to-

:::They're deactivated...:::

:::H-how? That's...::: I asked surprised. I motioned my seekers into the shadows to be unseen by the common grounder.

:::I-I don't know Star... It all happened too fast! B-but in order for you to come and help me... you have to come alone...:::

:::Father! How did you-::: I asked. How in Primus' name did he find out I had a squadron with me!?

:::JUST DO IT STARSCREAM... BEFORE ITS TOO LA-::: Then the connection was severed and the other end was static.

I held back a scream and almost shot a grounder's processors out before one of my seekers pulled me back.

"Commander Starscream. What intel did you receive from your father's transmission?" One of the soldiers asked me.

"He's... he's in Darkmount... captured..." I deadpanned in a low voice. Not long after I had said that, my troop's wings had drooped and surprised optics showed sadness.

"Commander, what do you... want us to do?" A seeker whispered.

"I want you to patrol the outer perimeters of Darkmount..." I gave my orders grimly.

"But don't you want us to follow you ins-"

"NO... No... You can't..." I hissed.

"But Commander!"

"No arguments! Follow my orders and I will comm. you towards our departure. IS. THAT. CLEAR?" I snapped back heatedly. I honestly didn't know what to do. It was all happening so quickly and unexpectedly. The seekers nodded their heads and bowed.

We flew toward Darkmount in haste. Upon reaching the fortress, I could see large heavy-built grounders, probably gladiators, standing in two long parallel lines across the entrance. I hovered in surprise above them, my troops already going into a formation around Darkmount. One seeker placed a hand on my wing and wished me luck in Vosian. I nodded and slowly lowered down on the ground below. As I began to float closer to the ground I could hear the deep grumble of the gladiators murmuring around me, smirking at me and making rude remarks about my aft.

I began to quickly walk down the dirty stained ground, trying not to shoot the helms off of the mechs who actually dared to touch me. I cursed them silently and thanked myself for my cloak. As soon as I reached the entrance of Darkmount I ushered myself inside.

"All right. Show yourse-" Before I could even complete that sentence, I was hit hard on the back of the helm and fell on my side. As my optics offlined themselves for temporary stasis, I spotted a large dark figure coming towards me. It picked me up, but I was already in stasis before I could make an effort to fight.

I awoke in a dark cold room, a dim orange light seeping through the small tinted panes above my chained, trapped frame. Energon bars trapped me in the cold cell, my wrists and wings were clamped in with stasis cuffs, and my null rays were stripped off my arms. I heard slight rustling in the cell beside me. I thought it was just a mere scavenger glitch, but I heard a groan and a small cough. I looked over and saw Father chained across the wall, wings bent in a most uncomfortable position, as well as some dried energon and closed wounds on his back that looked like gashes. I winced at the sight. The High Ruler of Vos, the city of elegance and beauty, fliers and hope, was now trapped in a Kaonian dungeon, grounded and wings dented.

"Father!" I shouted, static in my voice. Sire groaned and looked over to the side.

"Star... scream?" He coughed. "Why are you..."

"So I could come and save you! How did you get here? Kaon and Iacon are kilo breems apart!"

"We were captured on the Crystal Route. They came from nowhere, we couldn't do anything. I couldn't risk dying; negotiations between Iacon and Vos depended on me," His voice was feeble and weak.

"Why did you tell me to come alone? I could've-" I became suspicious when I recalled Father's strange transmission before he was cut off.

"I did not want you to! I was forced to..."

"By who?!"

"By me." A deep raspy voice interrupted. I turned my head to the source of it, but could see nothing except blackness. I hitched my intakes when I caught a familiar shadow move and tried to squint to see the figure better. If I hadn't mistaken, this was the same being who had carried away after I fell unconscious. Curiosity awakened, I crawled closer to the energon bars until they nearly burned my faceplates.

"Who are you?" I whispered. A low growl answered me, and I could now see the twin pinpoints of red optics glittering coldly in the gloom.

"Who are you?!" I spoke with more force at the lack of a proper answer, "How dare you lay your filthy servos on the High Ruler of Vos and his heir?! Show yourself now!"

The shadow stepped into the ray of light in front of my cell, revealing a tall mech with gray plating, a broad torso and powerfully-built legs. But his most notable features were his large hands that looked like they could offline a mech in a few kliks, scars and gashes on his frame, a dark purple Decepticon insignia and a sharp angular face set with crimson optics that smoldered with an inner fire. I gasped with awe and surprise when I recognized this mech, whose fusion cannon on his right arm and twin swords sheathed at his waist further confirmed his identity.

A strange twisted arousal hit me unexpectedly, the feeling so strong that I almost gasped, all defiance and anger now forgotten. The mech was handsome and strong, but his face spoke of cruelty and an impenetrable darkness.

"You are..." I stammered in realization.

"Lord Megatron, gladiator of Kaon." The mech completed with a sinister grin curving his lips.

A/N: YAY FIRST CHAPTER DONE! Please review and favorite! it really means a lot and it gives me my energy to keep writing! I am writing this at 3 in the morning and my boyfriend is over for the thanksgiving weekend, so idk if this is the greatest i have written. :) but yeah! THANKS FOR READING! NEW CHAPTER SOON PROMISE!