Drawn From a Hat: Transformers

Title: Courting a Scientist
Fandom: Transformers
Club/Contest: Drawn From a Hat
Pairing Number: 5
Pairing: Starscream/Optimus
Category: Shonen-Ai
Word count: 1,052
AN: The title is a joke between me and an old friend. So…don’t ask. *giggles* It’s fluff. All fluff in their own way. Enjoy you guys.

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It had always been rare for his work to be understood, even when he had been surrounded by his fellow scientists on Cybertron. Rarer still was when someone actually understood what ever he was working on at that time. That had been a big reason why Megatron had been able to convince him to join the Decepticons so easily. Of course, after losing what he had to the damned, wannabe virus hadn’t helped since he had turned into his femme creator, much to his and others horror.

But since being fixed, amongst a lot of cursing and pain, Starscream had been returned to his old self, but with many memories that he wished he could purge from his data banks. Since that moment, he had turned to his own bunker that was removed from the main areas and well insulated, but still close enough to get to if he was needed. Though, really, the only ones who came to visit were Optimus, Sam, Ratchet when the medic decided he needed to come out and Megatron.

So to see Optimus sitting across from him wasn’t that odd but to be asked by the Prime what he was doing to the nearly intact body that he had laying on a berth was very different. A tool was held in one has as he looked at the other mech, red optics full of curiosity.

“You…you wish to watch me take the body of one of your old companions apart?” he asked, his tone full of surprise. Optimus just smiled and nodded.

“There were hundreds of mechs who job were those of fighting drones, even in the Autobots. I was able to find these files and the one before you is one such drone,” the large prime said, nodding to the body. Starscream nodded a bit before looking down at the protoform before him. He had seen the damage a warrior drone could do and had always been curious as to why they had been able to do so.

“Very well,” the black flyer replied, nodding his head, swallowing in a rather human reflex. He had been hanging out with miles and Sam much to much if he was acting to much like a human. Bringing the tool down, he clamped the edge of the chassis and tugged it up enough to wedge a tool that Miles had once said looked like the Jaws of Life. It acted much like them, according to Starscreams research, and thus had been nicknamed as such.

Optimus turned his audios down to save his hearing from the screech of s training metal, knowing that Starscream preferred the communication lines when it came to talking while he worked.

He rather doubted that Starscream knew he was even being courted, which was fine with the Autobot leader. It meant that he could spend more time with the flying scientist, getting to know him better.

Opening the private communication line, he pinged Starscream, getting a ping back.

[i]‘Why are you removing the chest plate in one piece instead of two?’[/I he sent, getting a surprised look from red optics before Starscream contined with his work.

[i]‘You know those catches that sit inside of your chest keeping the plates closed?’[/i] Starscream returned, moving to the other side finally.

[i]‘Yes,’[/i] Optimus returned, tilting his head, optics drawing over the sleek wings of the Decepticon. He had a thing for the sleek, if not short and what could be considered bulky form of the seeker. Starscream moved with a rather nice, smooth walk, drawing the eye to his wings and lean hips that should be gripped by the right hands.

[i]‘Well, the catches on the inside lock when a spark dies out. I’m not sure as to why, but I guess it’s a way to give the spark time to leave the body. After that, they stay locked,’[/i] came over the link, breaking Optimus from his wandering thoughts on just how he wanted to take Starscream. Looking up, he smiled brightly at the look his was getting from his companion.

[i]‘So, you expose the side hinges and…’[/i] the Prime drawled over the link. Starscream just smirked and picked up a gas torch.

[i]‘I simply cut the hinges off. They’ll end up melted down anyways for welding material,’[/i] came the pleasant reply. Bending over, the flyer set about cutting the hinges with the torch. It was a simple procedure, letting him free to work through his thoughts. He was rather surprised at just how easy it was to speak and spend time with the larger mech. At least, much easier then it was with the others who came to visit.

Then again, they often didn’t stay long for various reasons. Mostly it was the fact that it was a bit to dangerous to be around the chemicals he had to use so often. It was nice to have Optimus around but just why he came over and stayed around was still questionable. Though Starscream had an inkling as to why the Prime was around as much as he was. Looking up from his work for a moment, the flyer was rather thankful that they couldn’t blush, and that no one outside of Megatron knew the body language that told others he was embarrassed about one thing or another.

He really did not need Optimus to know that he made him feel like a mech in his second form and just barely learning about interfacing. That would not be good at the moment, especially since the scientist didn’t even know if his hunch was right.

All the sighs pointed to the older mech courting him in the old ways. Getting to know him, being around him even when work was needed, bringing small gifts…pretty much playing favorites out of all of them showed that Optimus was trying to woo him.

He moved around to the other side once the first side was free and started to work on that side. He really couldn’t say that he minded being the one who was chased after instead of chasing after.

Finishing with the hinges, he looked over to see that Optimus’ head was tilted to one side, optics glued to his wings and after. Smirking, Starscream continued to work, already making his plans on how to get Optimus to pounce.