a month ago i felt like messing with my own heart so i came up with the idea of this, the very first chapter and thought i'd just leave it at that. i failed. this would be my first ever planned chapter-fic, but i apologize, i have no intention of being committed to this fic and write it all proper and with details, i don't think i'm at that level yet. it'd be more like... a collection of vignettes. reset is going to be FULL of angst, that's one thing for sure.

i'm sorry for my poor grasp on characterization, mostly, and being too vague on things, but well. here it is. i'm sorry for inflicting this onto all of you who took the time to read c': this is going to be ~9 parts

Starscream was excited. He also felt a multitude of other emotions, ranging from apprehension to downright wariness, but the excitement was so extreme it was all-encompassing. It reminded him of how he used to feel when he had his first flight as the Decepticon Air Commander. It was akin to the feeling he had when his application to the Science Academy was accepted.

Millions of years had passed. How could he not be excited?

He was aware of Megatron's optics watching him carefully, but he couldn't bring himself to care. He had informed his leader of his relation with the unconscious shuttle, and was truthful. Granted that he omitted a few details pertaining things that were no one else's business.

Like how Skyfire would cradle his face in big, white hands, and run a thumb over his lip components before leaning in. Or Skyfire's laughter against his audial. Or the weight of Skyfire's head in his lap, the light sensation of a kiss against the plating of his thigh.

Starscream could care less about Megatron at the moment.

Mechanisms thrummed as they came to life, Skyfire's internals slowly activating. Millions of years, and finally they'd be reunited again, they'd be together and nothing—

The recently closed panel in Skyfire's head suddenly sparked, electricity jumping from its seams to dance over white plating, crackling and snapping on the metal.

The sudden dread gripping Starscream's spark was overwhelming, "Soundwave! What's happening to him?!"

"Frozen circuits responding to forced reactivation badly. Current state of processor: unknown."

And yet Skyfire's frame steadily came alive, even with electricity spitting from his helm. That ceased eventually as Skyfire's optics flickered online, twin shades of blue turning brighter. He groaned wordlessly, fingers curling and uncurling, and Starscream hadn't heard that voice for so long.

"Skyfire?" he asked, his voice unusually quiet.

The shuttle turned his head to the side, his faceplates scrunched up in a frown. He rose slowly to sit on the berth he had been lying on, taking a moment to gather his bearings, looking up only after a moment of silence. His optics recalibrated as he took in the sight of Starscream.

"Who are you?"