Well, thanks to everyone who's been reviewing. No, I'm not dead, just lately have had a motivation to do nothing. But, here's a new chapter! I call this one, "Purgatory."

POV is Starscream, Megatron, Starscream.

I remembered everything: the kissing, the insanity, the flying, the crash, you name it. The pain from the crash was unbearable, and I blacked out. My circuits were aching to be released, begging me to just let go.

For a while, though, my memory banks just kept replaying everything over and over, everything I saw, lived, and even thought I missed. I could remember the gentle rubbing of my spinal struts when I was purging, I could remember the first beating I received as punishment, I remembered the first drinks we had together, and the kisses, and the happiness and love radiating off of his face plates when he woke up and saw me looking at him.

So this is the Pits, I thought to myself. Endless memory files being shown and felt as if I were reliving them completely. I wasn't, of course. That was scientifically impossible. But it was just so, real.

I could hear Megatron in the background a few times. His voice wasn't like it was in the memory files, it spoke of things that hadn't occurred yet in those moments. Even when the memory of Megatron was speaking, I could hear the real one talking to me; so close, yet so far away.

He sounded almost as if he were crying, as highly unlikely that he was. Begging for me to return. I wanted to be closer to that voice, wanted to see him say the words of love and passion I could hear the disembodied voice say. But my body wouldn't move, and although I was screaming in my logic processor, begging to be taken out of the memories, they all played out the same as they had in reality.

Eventually, though, I did wake up. And I felt great, too. Nothing hurt, or was stiff, it was as if the crash never happened.

I straightened my spinal relays, stretched my wings and looked around. I was still in the med-bay, surprise surprise, but was seemingly alone. Until I looked over at Skywarp, of course. Who, from the looks of it, was hardly even Skywarp anymore, and at this point was more like a scrap heap.

I stood up and walked over to him, just, looking. One of his wings was completely mangled, the other looked brand new, like it had literally been replaced. He was missing an arm, but the left arm looked completely new and polished. Both of his legs had yet to be repaired, and his cockpit had been shattered completely.

I shook my head, I must be delusional. Yes, I was still in the Pits. I had to be. This was all a dream, a sick, twisted dream...

"Starscream?" I heard a quite voice from behind me. I turned to see Megatron, but he wasn't looking at me. He knelt down next to the berth I had been laying on, or, rather, still was?

My body laid there, motionless, looking a lot like Skywarp's. I knew it couldn't be mine, I mean, I was walking and stuff, right? I ran over to Megatron, who was still concentrated on my lifeless chassis.

"Megatron?" I smiled, kneeling next to him. He looked as if he didn't hear me, or even know I was there. I shouted, louder this time.

"Megatron! Over here, you dimspark!" It made no difference, he was still ignoring me.

That pissed me off, so I swung at him.

My servo passed right through him, like he wasn't even there.

Or rather, I wasn't.

Thundercracker came bursting through the doors shortly after I did, his venting cycles on full speed trying to cool down his body.

"My Lord, Optimus Prime, Iron Hide, everyone is talking," he panted. As soon as Prime's name was uttered from his vocalizer I was interested. Clearly he had wasted a lot of his energon rushing here to tell me though, and was going to have to calm down.

"Thundercracker," I half-shouted. "Quit the half-processed nonsense and tell me what you need to tell me."

He shut up for a moment and looked at me. Straightening his spinal relays and back struts, he took a deep cycle and continued on in a more calmly fashion.

"My Lord, word has spread from the Autobot base that three Autobots have been sparked; Iron Hide, Skyfire, and Prowl. Iron Hide's sparking has been recently confirmed, Skyfire had been long ago, but Prowl's is still just gossip," he told me. Honestly, I had no idea why he felt this was so important.

"Good, that means they're weak. We can attack shortly, send Soundwave in for planning," I dismissed him with a flick of my servo.

"No, my Lord, you don't understand, they want a temporary peace treaty. It appears we aren't the only side aware of the other's, um, practices; um, sir."

I looked at him, searching for any signs of deception. After finding none, I proceeded to answer the request.

"Tell them I want proof, and then I may think about it, if it suits me," I ordered him, holding my helm high. Thundercracker looked at me, then over to Skywarp, nodded, and walked out.

Maybe if there was a treaty, Starscream would consider another sparkling, since it'd be safer without the war...

A treaty? Just so the Autobrats could have their little sparklings? Really? And Megatron was actually considering this? Unbelievable! THIS is why I'm more fit as leader. If I was ruling, that idea would've been cast away and I would have attacked them when they're weak. If only...

"Starscream," I turned my attention back to Megatron, whom was looking at my broken body once again. He ran his digit down my faceplate, once, twice.

"Why couldn't you have just kept the sparkling," he whispered. At the mere mention of the abomination I shuttered, but continued to listen nonetheless. He drew a deep cycle before continuing...

"We could have been happy. We could have had a family, could have finally had the push we truly needed to win the war, for our sparklings. Thundercracker and Skywarp could have had a couple of seekerlings, and our little seekerling could have made a trine with theirs. It could have been perfect, it still could be," he whispered. For once in my life I was being sparkbroken, and with happiness. Why would he want that with me, though? Little Starscream, the slut who always stabbed everyone in the back?

"I love you, Starscream. I don't know what it will take to make you realize that, but whatever it is I'll do it. Once you wake up, you'll no longer be my Second, as much as I like the sound of it. You'll be my equal, we can rule together. I know you're smart, if only you'd quit your bitching and prove it. I'll try to listen to you more, though, even with the constant nagging. Why? Because I love you. I always have," he poured, finishing with a light kiss on my forehead. That was the sweetest thing anyone ever said to me, and if I had a body to "cry" with, I most definitely would have been.

I scooted closer, and placed my servo on one of his. I had completely forgotten it'd just go through, so it surprised the Pits out of me when it did. Forgetting that, though, I decided that I'd get back into my body. I wanted, no, I needed Megatron, even if he wasn't a very good leader. Maybe he was right though, maybe I did need to "tone my nagging down," even if I only did it to keep him in line. Besides, I wouldn't have started it if he would have only listened to me, all those vorns ago.

Primus, what in the Pits was happening to us all?

P.S. Sorry it was so short, I needed a jumpstarter for the next chapter.

Hope it wasn't too awful though.