5. Not So Happy Together
Thundercracker had gotten so drunk last night, he had been in a deep stasis all morning. Skywarp was a different story. All that morning, he couldn't stop crying openly.
"Please, 'Warp, please don't cry," Starscream insisted, rubbing Skywarp's back.
"It's...it's all MY fault!" Skywarp sobbed. "Why did I agree to go to a strip club? I must have been out of my mind! I'm a TERRIBLE boyfriend!"
"Couples argue," Starscream reminded him.
"But not us!" Skywarp wailed. "I thought we were THAT couple, the one that never fights! And she...she slapped me! I AM a worthless piece of scrap metal!"
"Personally, I think she overreacted," said Starscream.
"What should I do now?" Skywarp sat up and rubbed his eyes.
"You could do something nice for her, I guess." Starscream shrugged. "Give her flowers or a necklace or something."
"Well, she does love presents," said Skywarp reluctantly. "She told me there was a diamond necklace she wanted but I didn't get it for her yet...even though I promised I would!"
At this revelation, Skywarp started crying all over again. Starscream sighed and put his arm around his brother.
"Moonbeam will forgive you, Skywarp," he whispered. "I promise."
Trying to sum up all the courage he could, a very hurt Skywarp waited in the guest room where Moonbeam slept, flowers in one hand, the diamond necklace in the other. Now, he was still trying not to cry, but he wanted Moonbeam to forgive him.
When she entered the room, her neutral expression turned to shock and then anger.
"What are you doing in my room?!" she yelled. "Get out!"
"I just wanted to apologize, Moonbeam," Skywarp insisted. "I got you some flowers, and that diamond necklace you wanted."
Moonbeam looked shocked again; suddenly her eyes filled with tears. When Skywarp noticed this, he gently took her into his arms.
"I'm sorry too," she whispered. "You...you really didn't do anything, did you?"
"No, of course I didn't, kissy-wissy," he told her. "In fact, some femme was trying to offer her services, and I turned her down. I have eyes only for you."
"I know." Moonbeam pulled away and wiped her eyes.
"Now, don't forget what I bought for you." With that, Skywarp draped the beautiful diamond necklace around Moonbeam's neck. She glanced up at him, red eyes shining, and they kissed again.
"I've got a bad feeling about this relationship, somehow," Starscream was saying, more to himself than to Thundercracker as he sat on Thundercracker's bed. Thundercracker was still a little hung-over, so Starscream looked down to see if he was conscious.
"I'm listening," said Thundercracker weakly.
"Last night, when I saw how badly she hurt him..." Starscream shook his head. "Before that, I always thought she was nice enough. But calling him a worthless piece of scrap metal...? I just don't know."
"Well, don't ask me," Thundercracker mumbled.
"And then there's what he said about the diamond necklace," Starscream continued. "What if...what if she's taking advantage of him? I mean, when he's around her he's like a whipped dog. Hardly the Skywarp we know. And as his brother, I find that a little hard to take."
"Maybe it's just a femme thing."
"You love her anyway, though, don't you?" Starscream was smirking again.
"I told you, I do NOT love her!" Thundercracker shouted. "Will you please just let me rest?"
"Whatever," said Starscream, heading back to his own bed. "I'm just not too sure Skywarp's new girlfriend is good for him."
"What are you gonna do about it, huh?" Thundercracker asked flatly. "After all, you're the one who said they were all 'happy' together."
"I'm not going to do anything about it, at least not yet," Starscream said shortly. "I'm just going to go and get something to drink. You can stay here for as long as you like."
After Starscream left, Thundercracker was alone in the Seekers' room again, thinking. What he would give to have a femme like that on his arm! Truthfully, he didn't know what had happened last night; he'd gone off to bed before the fireworks started. Apparently Moonbeam had done something to hurt Skywarp's feelings. But what? It didn't add up. She was so beautiful, so small and delicate, so graceful, so perfect...Thundercracker couldn't imagine Moonbeam doing anything mean. All he could imagine her doing (well, all that he really liked to imagine her doing, anyway) were things that were normally confined to the bedroom.