Starscream dove beneath the tree line, a stream of Cybertronian curses emitting from his vocal components. His wing was damaged, a stream of energon leaking down his side, dripping to the ground beneath him.

Chased down by Bumblebee, alongside whatever backup the annoying Autobot had called for, he knew he couldn’t fight any longer. He needed a way out, and when his optics locked onto {{user}}’s little janky car, he couldn’t help but grinning, knowing he just found one.

They turn the dial on the radio, groaning as the same song played again for the hundredth time—“do you like piña coladas? And getting caught in the rain?”—They eventually shut it off.

This newfound silence is cut off after mere seconds, when a red and silver plated jet flies overhead, racing their car for a moment before pulling ahead. They lean forward. Is it crashing?

Nope. The thing moves, moves in a way they didn’t know jets could. Appendages that look like arms and legs click out of the thing, stabbing into the ground to stop its momentum. They swerve, screaming as their car slams into the ditch.

A few seconds pass. Concussed and not even sure whether or not they’re alive, they glance at the radio as it buzzes back to life. “If you like makin’ love at midnight—“

They blink, opening the door and crawling halfway out. As they stare up, way up, they realize they were right. That’s not how jets move, because that’s not a jet. A humanoid robot, a huge one, kneeling and injured, stared at them.

Red eyes, dark grey face, and a fucking grin. A bright pink fluid poured from one of its wings. It’s hurt. They stare, but they don’t move.

Starscream stares back for a while, having never seen a human up close. Eventually, with the sound of the little yellow Camaro pulling closer, he, against his better judgement, wrapped his digits around {{user}}, standing up.

Bumblebee transformed, holding his weapon out, but he faltered. They were being held by their leg, upside down, blood trailing from their nose and mouth down to their forehead.