Already- HUMAN

Starscream had never felt as helpless as he did then- pregnant and in the hands of the Autobots. Not even when Megatron up and beat him. Not even when Megatron had bent him over and told him to strip. Not even when he had been in the middle of a battle- more than aware he was about to lose.

No, none of that compared to knowing he was totally alone, cuffed and paralyzed, with bots who wanted to take his child.

It took both Jazz and Optimus to move him, both injured and exhausted. None of the other Autobots approached him, but he turned a lot of eyes. Some- like Ironhide- would practically cheer. Others just averted their eyes. It pissed him off. He wanted to move- if he couldn't get away he could have at least spit on them or something- but he was paralyzed. Even pregnant, Starscream knew he was ten times more powerful than any Autobot. But nooo, they had to be big fat cowards and cuff him.

They tossed him into a cell- a huge one with a bed, at that. It reminded Starscream of the many perks of being a Decepticon. They weren't nearly as nice to their captives where he came from.

After they were sure he was safely in the cell, Optimus warily removed the cuffs, Jazz watching from the outside. Yes! This made him feel substantially less helpless, more like he really was second-in-command of the Decepticons, capable of doing whatever the hell he wanted.

He spit on Optimus and snickered.

The Autobot merely wiped his face. "Now Starscream," he began, backing up to the cell door, "You'll remain here until your child is born. We'll bring you food. Ratchet will check you out, make sure everything is going okay since I'm sure you all have no idea how human pregnancies work. If you give us information, we will be kinder to you."

Starscream transformed his arm into a cannon just as Optimus shuffled out. "I don't feel like staying here, really, so if you'd be so kind… You're going to get an army after you again if you don't release me." To tell the truth, Starscream had no idea if Megatron would come back or not. He could only hope that the child would bring him, if nothing else would. He wasn't necessarily known for his daring rescue missions.


Jazz matched Starscream's cannon, his eyes hard. "We don't feel like releasing you, either, and- considering you're outnumbered- you might want to stop whining like a little bitch and stay put."

For a nanosecond, Starscream seriously considered blasting Jazz to bits. But Jazz was right, he was outnumbered, and Starscream prided himself in actually thinking, unlike Megatron. He dropped his cannon, his eye twitching. "I'm not a bitch, Autobot."

"You're obviously Megatron's bitch, eh?"

Optimus's eyes widened, "Jazz. Stop provoking him…"

But the damage had already been done. Starscream's cannon made a glorious return, and he couldn't resist the urge to shoot this time.  Even as it dissipated against the cell wall, the thing rigged, he was shouting, "Call me whatever you want, and do whatever you want to me, but know one thing: I'm. Not. Megatron's. Bitch!" He was shaking, breath ragged. The audacity… If they would just open the door, he'd show them… Megatron's bitch…  

Jazz opened his mouth again, but Optimus slapped a hand over it, glaring at his lieutenant. "I think that will be all, Starscream. Ratchet will be here later."

Starscream followed them with his eyes the whole time they walked away.

If looks could kill, he would have already been out of there.