TO THOSE WHO ARE FAMILIAR WITH THIS STORY! (And those who aren't.)

If you've seen this is updated, yes! Chapter 16 is actually here! So if you wanna go read that, awesomesauce! But if you've come back here because it's been so long and you feel like re-reading the story, by all means go right ahead. But I gotta let you know, that this story is going to be re-written. There's more information in chapter 16's notes – but some things are going to be re-worked and re-written, things are going to be changing (relatively quickly, hopefully) so I just thought that's something you wanted to know if you were planning on re-reading this!

And to anyone new coming in - welcome! By all means, read this story and maybe tell me what you think, butDear Megatron is going to be edited and re-written.

TO THOSE JUST READING THIS BOOK NOW: Hey there from chapter 13/14! I never change my notes, (not really anyway) but I'm adding this here out of necessity.

If you're saying hello to my little story here for the first time, well, welcome! But it's only fair to mention that it has shifted and changed a rather large bit over the months. Originally? It was to be quite short. But now...well it's evolved. And I feel I have to state that the entirety of season 2 happened differently. The events that occurred still took place (at least the majority of them), but the time-line was warped a little. As well as perhaps a few other things from way back in the day may not be what you expect.

Prepare yourself! Or don't, whatever suits you. XD

A short little story, AU to TFP, and told almost entirely through little letters Starscream has written to his bondmate, never intending them to actually ever be read by the great Lord Megatron himself.

How embarrassing.

Oh! Though Megatron is technically reading the letters his Bondmate 'wrote' to him, most of the points/details of the story are meant for the reader to find and decide. It's a little difficult to explain, so I'll shut up and let you get to the story.

But as for warnings: Just expect this to meet the M rating.

I know this first chapter is short, but I hoped to at least make in interesting.

Please enjoy~ :D

Chapter Time!

Megatron frowned, lifting the odd little box and inspecting its frail, wobbly frame. It looked…old, very old. He was unable to pinpoint any sort of date on it though, and was about to throw it away, when a certain symbol caught his optic.

Megatron never really did go through his bondmate's things, but, seeing the ancient and next to forgotten Vosian insignia engraved into the base, he couldn't help the jolt of curiosity that pinched at him. Fiddling with the latch, he found to his surprise, no locking mechanism installed on the container. Now that was strange...

Idly looking inside, what he discovered surprised him, to say the least. Sheets. Little slabs of metal with words written on them. He frowned in understanding. Letters. But letters to whom? Lifting the first, pressed up against the north wall, he squinted, struggling with the Seeker-cant, but making it out none the less.

And he was very, very surprised indeed.

Yes. Letters... Letters addressed to him. From Starscream. So, awfully curious, he read the first, cautious to what he would find...

Dear Megatron,

I hope you are satisfied, you royal aft. I also hope you realize, though, that I only agreed to this accursed bonding because of Vos and its needs. You better keep your promises, or I swearyou will pay! I do not careif I am eternally bound to you or not, my city-state and my Seekers are what matter to me. Not you, not this war. With my sire on his Death-Berth, and my carrier along with my siblings destroyed, I am the one the Crown will come to. Iam one who will take on the responsibilities of that title. And Iam the one who will bare the burdens and endure the sufferings of being bonded to an - he couldn't quite make out the word- grounder like you!

- Grounder? Perhaps he read it incorrectly. -

As of this exact moment I am being called, so I must go and face you and the crowd. I hate this. I hate you. But there is nothing I can do to escape the inevitable.

I hope you are satisfied.

I do not look forward to tonight.

Your bondmate,

Prince, Starscream.

Impossibly intrigued, Megatron lifted the next ancient sheet, taking note of the star-date, musing that all of these little letters were perfectly ordered according to simple time-base, and scanning its contents.

Dear Megatron,

I am writing to inform you that I hate you, and that you are finally in recharge. Thank. Primus. My valve is aching, and my frame too heated. I hate you. But simply so you know, I do not enjoy this odd musky sent still lingering over my sensors, or the strange tingling in my spark. It is not pleasant, and it is not unpleasant. It is very peculiar… And I blame you, gladiator. I am not sure what it is, but you definitely take interfacing too rough!

Ugh… Oh well. I suppose I shouldn't complain. Consummation is a ritual and a right... Still though, why me? Are you satisfied at all? I doubt it. I doubt you even give slag about me, too… -something was smudged out here, and all Megatron could make out was - -id? Not that I care.

Hmmph. You are stirring. I must go.

~Starscream.

Megatron's mouth twitched. Placing down this one behind the first, he lifted the next letter and read on.

Dear Megatron,

So… This war has finally, truly started? The Autobots are everywhere and nowhere at once as Decepticon forces push steadily across Cybertron, with the much needed assistance of the Vosian Military at their fronts. I am frightened for myself, for my people and for my home. At this moment, my sire is mere hours from deactivation. Command of Vos will fall to me, so, intern, my soldiers will fight for you for the remainder of the war…

Please, I beg that you make this sure-fire approaching pain worth it.

~Starscream

He didn't even pause before reaching for the next.

Bondmate,

Although I refuse to say it aloud, I- I...apologize for my behaviour. My sire is gone, my coronation as Sovereign of Vos will take place tomorrow, I know you will be there. But, what I…am sorry for, is my unnecessary implications on subjects I confess I know too little of. It was imprudent of me to screech at you, declaring you a fool when you told me of your plans on attacking Tyger Pax. I was not in a right state of mind…

I admit I fully deserved the slap you gave me, but it hurt terribly none the less. I still hate you, though…

I just need time alone right now.

Dear Megatron,

You frustrate me to no end. I simply cannot bring myself to understand you! Why? Why do you pick a time to be concerned, or show an ounce of caring when, oh, I don't know, I could have used it before? You are gone for monthsat a time. You leave me here, seemingly without a single worry, and then you return, find me in a state better left unspoken, and suddenly fake that you care? When my sire finally passed, you were stoic and quiet, leaving me to myself, when I needed-

The sheet was stained with blurriness, as if that of dried tears…

…I can do nothingin this war! Except count the dead and console the families for their loss. I worry for my city, I worry for myself. Stop making this harder.

~Starscream.

Dear Megatron,

I am afraid. Energon is so scarce now, how will I keep my people from starving? I want to speak to you about this, but I cannot. Would you listen? I doubt it. I think all you would say is simply to put more civilians in a war they didn't want! I am angry, as well. With you. More and more of my Seekers are dying! They are being slaughtered! They are the best fliers you will find, so why are they tossed to dust? Who is your Air Commander? Why do you refuse to speak to me about anything that concerns the war, now?

Why keep me in the dark?

Am I not the one you are sworn to? "For eternity and past, never a lie should I speak, never another I should touch. I am yours and you are mine. By Primus equals we are, and by Primus may it remain that way 'til all are one with the spark of our maker. I promise to always love and to cherish and to hold near in times of greatness and in times of pain. I promise never to regret this day, for truth will forever be the simplest gift I will give you."

Truth… For some reason, I believe none of it truly exists between us.

~Starscream

Megatron paused, weighing his action's penalties. It didn't take him long for him to subspace the little box, with all the even littler letters still hidden inside, and walk from the room.

Note Time!

Well I hope you enjoyed. I'm not sure when I'll update this story, or really work on it. It's more of a pass time to clear my head. You know, those times you need to write, but you're having trouble writing, so you just scribble something new? Well, all the same: I'll at least try to make this enjoyable. :)

A review would be lovely, and have a wonderful day! ;D

~Scarlet