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Razorfic: Six Years Later

Someone crept into the weapons wing, disappointed with the quality of the security there. Someone slunk along the corridors, quiet as a lamb. Someone stopped short, eyes glazing over with remembrance, at the sound of half-heard conversation from a weapons systems bay. Someone crept closer and saw Starscream through an open door, stripping field cannons with Rumble. Someone froze there for several minutes, allowing herself a good dose of emotional shock. At last, someone was ready to make her presence known.

Determined to make an unusual entrance, Razormoon slipped into the room and began to work quietly beside Rumble and Starscream. Rumble noticed her first, looking up by chance from his work. As his optics flared with surprise, she held a finger to her lips. He recovered his wits and nodded, his thoughts racing. Razormoon, he thought, the spy. Vaporised rescuing Starscream from execution, a series of events set in motion by the mistaken conclusion that she was a traitor working with the Autobots. He knew a lot of people who would be glad to know she survived. Including someone standing not too terribly far from him.

At last Starscream saw her. A beautiful double-take, Razormoon cherished it and committed it to low-loss memory immediately. He didn't look as if he could breathe, much less speak.

'Nnnnn... Hnn..' He took a sharp breath. 'Razormoon?'

'Hi, Starscream.'

'Primus!' he said as he ran to her and embraced her, 'I missed you so much! When we found out about you, I thought I'd die! Even Megatron felt awful! .. Primus, you're so beautiful.. You're alive.. You're alive..'

He lapsed into silence and just held her. She felt his warmth, a quiet sigh. Razormoon smiled at Rumble and he nodded, leaving the room with a conspiratorial wink.

Presently the Screamer calmed down and disengaged himself.

'I missed you, too,' Razormoon said. She was kind of amazed; she knew his feelings had been strong but that last display sounded like love. Maybe it was just release of guilt.

'It's been years.. Where have you been? What happened?'

She smiled, looking at the floor. 'I've been all over. It started with that dish. I presume it's destroyed?'

He nodded. 'It disintegrated shortly after.. after..'

'I see. Nothing left? Megatron must have been terribly upset.'

A look of concern crossed her face as Starscream actually shuddered. 'Yes.'

'It wasn't a weapon. It was part of a time machine.'

'What?'

'It knocked me betweentimes. I was mad #%@$ed up, but I was rescued and repaired. So here I am.'

'What? Who saved you? I heard nothing..'

Razormoon sighed. 'A flesh-creature. The Doctor.'

'A *human?*'

'No. The race that wiped out the Vampires before the Old Time.'

Starscream let some awe show. 'You met a Time Lord?'

'Not just met. It made this for me,' she said, proudly displaying her right arm. Starscream reached out and ran a hand over it, a chill spreading through him- he was actually *touching* some first-generation Time Lord technology.. and it was part of his girlfriend.

Or.. was she? She had been, hadn't she? He'd wrongly confronted her as a traitor, shot her up a bit, but she'd come back to save him, so surely..

'Razormoon,' he said quietly, slowly shifting attention from her arm to the rest of her, 'Tell me what you think of me. Please tell me what you think of me.'

She stood staring at him for a moment, during which his hopes crashed. Then she spoke. 'Don't worry, Starscream. I've always loved you.'

He didn't dare believe. 'I wanted to kill you,' he said coldly.

She understood he wouldn't take her word lightly, but there was a part of him that would be easy to convince. 'Starscream.'

He looked up and saw her face inches from his. Independently of him, his lips parted in anticipation.

Razormoon judged his reaction to be receptive, and smiled contentedly. He was still hers at heart.

The video monitor on the big wall flickered into life. It resolved into an image of the command room, Megatron before the communications console, Rumble in the background with Soundwave and the usual complement of warriors and staff. 'Starscream,' he beagan, trailing off as he registered the scene. The two seekers were just stepping away from each other to adress the screen, both wearing a slight telltale emarassment. Rumble elbowed Thundercracker. 'What'd I tellya. Not ten minutes gone.'

'Great leader,' Starscream was saying, too happy at the moment to inject much sarcasm, 'I am pleased to report that Razormoon, previously presumed destroyed, has returned to us.'

On cue, Razormoon made a slight bow and the Decepticon salute. 'Hi.'

Megatron was leaning forward slightly, lips parted in surprise. Presently he regained his composure. 'Welcome to Vilnacron, Razormoon,' he said. 'You have been missed. We formally apologize for our earlier actions; we had been.. misinformed. There is still a home for you in the Decepticon army, if you will have it.'

She allowed herself a coy smile, this really was a warm reception! 'I'm glad to see you've forgiven me, Megatron, and I would be honoured to be accepted back into your ranks. But I must inform you that I have a request for you as well.'

Oh no, Megatron thought, I knew this was too good..

'..I have four sisters wishing to join the Decepticon forces proper. We can no longer operate as a seperate faction, several of us nearly having succumbed to starvation in the recent famine. They need some time to regain their health, and in battle, they must be under my command.'

Thundercracker and Rumble perked up. Sisters? Proud *warrior* sisters? Megatron was wearing his oh-this-kicks-ass! smile. 'You and your sisters are granted special consideration. There must be an inspection, of course, but I have no doubts about the quality of your warriors. I expect you to be ready in fifteen hours.'

'Yes, lord Megatron. Thank you, lord Megatron.'

'Starscream, accompany Razormoon and render any assistance required. You may requisition supplies within reason. And Razormoon?' he paused, suddenly quite sincere, 'It's good to have you back.' The screen flickered off.

* * *

'Wow.' she said. 'I tell you what, wow. Which side of bed did he get out of this morning?'

Starscream, leading the way to the entry level, gave a sad smile. 'You don't know how bad we all felt after what happened with you. After you were.. presumed destroyed, some of your allies in the freelance factions came forward to ask why you hadn't returned. They pointed out the misinterpretation of the intelligence we had recived, cleared your name, and basically set the guilt of the world on us for killing one of their favorite warriors.' He smirked. 'Megatron nearly apologized for trying to execute me. And of course, he was mortified to discover the Autobot spy he'd abused so badly was in fact a loyal Decepticon. I can imagine how relieved he is that you don't hold it against him. I feel the same way.'

She shrugged. 'I understood that based on what you thought you knew, your actions were perfectly justified. Don't worry about it, Starscream. I just didn't anticipate Laserbeak reporting my counterintelligence as fact. I guess you're not used to spies operating in the higher echelons. Oh well.'

'No, we're not. The freelancers and Decepticons-at-large are always wondering about us, but they had never had the balls to send in one of their own to settle fears of corrupt elements. On some level, we were *&@#ing glad they had tried. We were starting to disapprove of their complacency. Just.. We'd never expected someone as good as you.'

'Flatterer.'

'Incedentally, what would your report have said..?'

She grinned hugely. 'Oh no, now that would be telling.'

* * *

Flying alongside Starscream, Razormoon felt satisfied. No more, no less. But it was a feeling she could usually only touch for moments, at the height of a mission. 'How far out *is* this base of yours?' he asked.

'Yeah, I know,' she replied, 'it's in the middle of nowhere. You won't die of hunger before we get there. Unlike those poor bastards.'

Starscream diverted some of his attention downwards, to the slums they were flying over, and cursed to himself quietly. Suddenly he was alone. 'Razormoon?'

'Pay *attention*,' she said, and Starscream banked sharply to avoid hitting her. 'The Autobots do have outposts around here. I should know, I've worked in them.. Follow me.' She dropped down low, nearly sparking the rooftops, pulled up suddenly, transformed and dropped out of sight. Starscream, following suit, found himself in a long tunnel below the city. The entrance had snapped shut behind them, leaving them in darkness. Razormoon was lit by her own runners, gliding off down the tunnel. He turned on his running lights, and recognised where he was: an old tube-train tunnel. After following her for a while, he did start to feel a bit peckish, and thought of the Energon cubes they'd brought with them..

Razormoon stopped. 'We're here.' She opened an access hatch and they entered her old hideout. 'Guys!' she called out, 'I got a whole bunch of Energon!'

A huge white woman stepped out of one of the doorways. 'Razormoon!' she hugged the returning warrior, 'And..? Is that Starscream?'

Starscream nodded, staring up at the femme. She *way* looked like Skyfire. It creeped him out. Her attention, though, had left him.

'Mars is out right now, she's still looking for damned Joyflight. Saturn is sleeping, she doesn't feel any better, and Mercury's worse.'

'Worse? Pants. See if she can take any energon, I'll wake Saturn. Starscream, can you break out the energon, please? Make youself at home..'

She left the room. Starscream looked around as he unloaded the cubes. It looked like the lair was part of a deep building whose exterior and upper levels had collapsed, and the hole bored through the wall to the train tunnel was now the only approach. They would be completely trapped in any assault, but they were unlikely to be found in the first place, and if they had a well-stocked larder they could hole up as long as they liked. Sabresaturn entered the room. They obviously didn't have a well-stocked larder.

Sabresaturn was eating slowly; she wasn't stupid. But her optics were faded and her flesh was not very supple, her armour seemed too large. It didn't stop her being cute though, and she winked at him with a smile, noticing her audience. Then she stopped. 'You're Starscream, aren't you? The Decepticons don't spare their recruits no expense, do they? What are you, like third-in command?'

'Something like that,' he said, catching Razormoon's eye as she ducked into the room the Skyfire-lookalike had entered. She only grinned.

Sabresaturn tucked into her second cube. 'I have to mention,' she said, 'that this tastes like a fistful of rainbows right now. I have to assume that's just because I'm half-starved.' She turned to see Razormoon emerge, Sabrejupiter behind her carrying a stick thin, sallow femme. She whispered to Starscream, 'That's Mercury. She's been sick.'

Razormoon gave her report while Sabrejupiter loaded up the Energon cubes. 'Sabresaturn and Jupiter are both in satisfactory condition for extended flight. Razormercury is not; Sabrejupiter can carry her. Razormars's location is unknown. We'll leave a note for her. Sufficient?'

Starscream nodded and a few minutes later, they left.

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Summary of things not written:

The sisters do well. Life is coo.

Megatron seems to waffle a bit on whether he's still interested in Razormoon. Hook's rather astonished report on her Galifreyan repairs gives him the opportunity to make up his mind in the form of an inspection. Razormoon respectfully reminds him that he is *not* a medical officer and if he wants another report he should get it from Soundwave. Sounder quickly un-volunteers. Megatron presses his advantage and wins Razormoon over for an inspection.

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'So, this.. Time Lord saw to your repairs following your disappearance?'

'Yes.'

He stroked her arm, just starting to put on his full melter persona. With just a hint of sensuality, he removed the armor from her forearm and admired the fine machinery, the colour of a minor fuel line that showed through her translucent metal skin. 'Remarkable that a fleshling could do such a compentent job.'

She smirked, bemused that he was turning on his charms for her benefit. 'I wasn't aware you had the audacity to call Time Lords "fleshlings." The Doctor's work is exceptional. I've never felt better.'

'Strange,' he said, comparing her limbs, 'He did not equip your new arm with blasters to match the old. Why not?'

'It didn't want to.'

'What?'

'It didn't like the idea of building things with deadly intention.'

'And you bent to the weakness of a flesh-creature?'

'What? No! It was doing me a favour. And it offered me something better. *And* I would hardly call negotiating with a Time Lord 'bending to the weakness of a flesh-creature.' Please.'

Megatron narrowed his eyes. 'Something better?' All fun aside, this sounded like paydirt. Some real advanced technology could mean..

'Don't get all excited now. Hook already gave you a report on that.'

'Sonic tools,' he recalled, disappointed. He contemplated her. 'But you didn't let him repair your optics?'

'I told you before, I'm not getting that fixed. But I did need this done, remember?' she said, and stuck her tongue out at him.

He looked into her remaining eye, debating whether he saw a challenge there. Or if he should make one. He stepped back. 'I seem to recall your sustaining considerable damage to some of your most delicate systems.. Did you allow the flesh-creature to repair those?'

She smiled. 'Did I. I was losing fuel like mad, thank you. Actually, the little 'flesh-creature' did great. There are some advantages to having such tiny hands. And I had plenty of schematics.'

'And have you had the opportunity to test the repairs?'

She gave him an indignant smile. 'Yes, I have.' Primus, was he really going to do this?

'You don't want to.. confirm your findings?'

He was standing so close, and looking right at her. She was proud to be one of those who could meet Megatron's gaze unflinchingly, and she wasn't going to forefit. Only problem was, he kept getting closer. Suddenly she was kissing him.

Whoops.

He let go of her hands (they had been holding hands?) and put his arms around her, the powerful embrace she remembered.

In another room, Soundwave sighed and turned off one of the security monitors with a slight shake of his head. There wasn't going to be any trouble there. None he could help with, anyway. 'Hey!' Frenzy said, 'I was watching that!'

Rumble tagged his brother in the shoulder. 'You should get yourself invited to Megatron's next party.'

Frenzy hopped to his feet. 'Where's Swindle?'

Rumble followed him out, shouting 'Movie night!'

Ravage, with a satisfying stretch of the neck, watched them leave and settled back down at Soundwave's side. They shared a look that said, 'youngsters,' and then Ravage got a lovely massage between the ears.

(Megs and Razor go like petrol-rabbits for a bit, and when they're done..)

Megatron leaned against her, supported, satisfied, safe. Happy. The rare ones are the best, he thought again, oh yes they are. I *like* girls. And she's got such pretty eyes, so sad and quiet.. He paused. Her eyes didn't usually look like that.

He inspected her eyes again and found them softly leaking melancholy into her face. Quickly deciding to forestall later difficulties with a strategic show of senitivity, he held her gently and asked about her regrets.

She considered, looking at him and seeing none of the angry general in his frame at the moment. 'I didn't really want to cheat on Starscream,' she admitted.

'As if he's going to be faithful to you.'

'Yeah, well.. Oh well. I feel bad about it anyway.'

'Strange, you don't seem unhappy about cheating on me- your commander!'

'Well, that's different, isn't it?'

His look said uh-huh, sure, and why is that? And she responded 'Because I don't love *you*..' Oop. Urgh. She nearly swallowed her teeth. She looked at him with an unsteady grin, but he returned with a big Decepticon laugh.

'Razormoon! There's no disrespect in that. But I understand your feelings regarding Starscream. I won't tempt you further.'

That won him a smile of real gratitiude. She wasn't sure what she would have done with Megatron always over her shoulder, making her drool all over the place. Metaphorically.

He watched her leave, pride still etched into her walk, and smiled contentedly. The perfect resolution to their relationship.

'Soundwave,' he said to the air, 'did you get that on tape?'

There was a pause.

'Yes, Megatron.'

The leader of the Decepticons grinned to himself.

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