Starscream came out of recharge first. He probably wouldn’t admit it, but his optics felt much less heavier and he felt more energized than he had in cycles. He could still feel his trine mates on him and had made the almost instinctive decision to stay until they woke up when he realized that there wasn’t just warmth coming from his right and on top of him…

It was everywhere. His helm was resting on something that wasn’t there before. His legs felt crushed, not by harsh force, but by something heavy simply laying across it. His left side was pressed against by a pair of metal wings.

Quickly and carefully, Starscream sat up and maneuvered his left servo in what little space he could find to prop himself up and look around. His optics widened at the amount of seekers around him. He began running the names of every seeker he saw, even turning his helm to look over his shoulder.

Every seeker in the armada was there.

The rainmakers were sleeping on Thundercracker’s opposite side, the bot next to him was Dreadwing and Skyquake cuddling with each other, the weight on his legs was Slipstream, and the thing his helmet rested on was a cushion. It wasn’t here before.

Seeing as no one else was around, Starscream allowed himself a smile. His spark felt warm, a feeling that had become almost unfamiliar during the war.

Between how long the war had lasted, how lost he felt seeing that the decepticon cause was running itself into the ground, a strong sense of helplessness under Megatron, and his anger for what happened to Vos almost gone now, he’d nearly forgotten why he was fighting in the first place.