Second Chances.

Chapter One: Thinking.

Disclaimer: I do NOT own any of these characters and I do NOT own Transformers Prime.

Authors note: I'll try to make this short and sweet! 😊
First of all!! I will be uploading once every week (dont hold me to that too harshly) one either Thursday or Friday as long as I have the time/ motivation to do so! But I will work as hard as I can to make this story a complete one!
Second of all!! I do NOT have a set ship for this one yet, but I am leaning toward a Prime/Starscream! If you do not like, please do not read. 😌
And lastly! Warnings will vary from chapter to chapter! I intend this to be a slow-burn fiction but things change!

Warnings: Moody Starscream and slightly suicidal thoughts/actions.
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'Honestly, what was he expecting out of the 'All Might Lord' Megatron? That bucket-for-brains is so far up his own aft that I'm surprised he isn't wearing it as a helm warmer at this point!' My red optics, aflame with the fire of hate and annoyance, scan the barren metallic hallway walls and floors of the Decepticon AirShip; The Nemesis.

My soft pedal steps click through out the hallway with the mute sound of softer metal on harder metal, my legs straining with the urge to stomp my way towards the flight hanger doors with anger like a tantruming sparkling. My large metallic gray and red wings twitching at the tips thrice with anger.

'Does he REALLY think that I am some-some lapdog?! A whipping boy?! Oh no no. I am, Starscream, the Leader of the Air command AND Second Commander, soon to be Leader, of the Decepticon War Force! And he just, just-just replaces me?! With THAT wrench?! That scheming, dirty, wreched Arachnid?!'

My pedals fall harder as my thoughts turn angrier than I already have made myself, my optic twitching with barley surpressed anger and- no. 'Not envy. I do NOT envy her. What is there to envy any how? Her good relationship with Megatron? Her slowly gaining power? Her seemingly perfect ability to remain in control of her emotions?! Bah! Who needs any of that?! Who needs them?! I would be better served as an Neutral!'

My shoulders hunch, taking my already smaller stature down a few inches as my wings as slump against my lithe framed back, the hanger door coming into view. A few flight drones mill through the large landing and taking off pad of the hanger, their unintelligible eyes flashing with understanding that I am of a higher superiority. They salute my passing with raised arms and short clipped wings. Their only use is to carry fresh Energon cubes from the smaller Mining ships to the storage and purification rooms. They are not even capable of the luxury of thought.

I frown as it salutes to me, my steps none the slower but now softer as I think. The recognition of an underling has always done to improve my mood and feel superior when I feel inferior yet... 'Am I so... fixed in my anger with Megatron and that Arachnid that i do not feel the pleasure of having power over the mindless masses?'

I do not have much time to ponder this thought much further, my fast steps taking me to the large metallic edge of the Nemesis' hanger. 'Well... I wil think more on this.... strange occurrence after I fly some of this Primus forsaken anger off.'

I tilt my helm back, my burning ruby optics closing as I let my body feel the air and wind wrap around my lithe frame. The Base slowly floating through this mud ball of a planet's atmosphere, just shy of being out in the cosmos of space but still close enough to jump and catch flight before one burns up into ashes. My arms hang limply and relaxed at my sides, taking a deep silent breath through my nose into my lungs. 'Flight... the natural born right of any Flier... and my only escape from my day to day torment....'

My wings, spanning longer than my arms and just shy of being longer than my legs, twitch gently as the wind caresses them and welcomes them to take flight. They twitch and lift up higher, not evening opening my optics as I let my balance teeter and for my frame to free fall.

'Flying... is perhaps just falling with style.'

The words of a long dead brother raises a rare small smile that grace's my usually sour face, my optics still shut as I feel the speed gain against my free falling limbs. My wings flattened and angled up to slow my decedent. 'I might as well begin my flight before I hit the ground... of what a shame that would be, wouldn't it? To hit the ground and perish... yes... 'Lord' Megatron would be devastated... that he didn't get to end me himself. And we wouldn't want that, would we?' I snort, but it is lost to the loud sound of rushing winds past my audio receptors.

I open my red optics at the last possible moment that I can, my optics scanning the fastly approach dusty lands of Jasper, Nevada and right as I am to hit a small rock formation I transform midair. My wings lengthen and I tilt my end down to the ground and the nose to my plan form up towards the sun. My thrusters spark to life, blowing away dust and stopping by falling right in its tracks; holding me suspended in the air for a magnificent second. My small alt-form glinting brightly against the Earth Star, then in a moment I shoot off at rocked speed back towards the cloud.

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Authors Note: So? Is it any good? Should I continue or scrap the idea? Comments are appreciated!!!
Thanks for reading!!!