Dee nodded, still rubbing his helm. Something felt… off in there, but he tried to focus on understanding his new friend’s explanation. What could be done about the pain, anyway?
“Uh huh, it’s not here. That’s good, I don’t like any of it, but… upset… Why’d they be upset if it changed? What they do together hurts us, it should change… right?” The ache was spreading, from his helm to his shoulders and down his back now. Slipping off of Rigel, Dee shivered, trying to shake it out. “Sorry, ‘m OK… Just feel funny.”
“Rigel… ‘f it’s really different here, I wanna stay with you… Nobody’s happy there, nothin’s new’r soft… Don’t wanna go back, I’d never find this place again!”
“Run’ antivirus real quick,” Rigel ordered, sitting up and placing a servo on the mechs back. “An’ don’t stress ‘bout goin’ back t’ yer Cybertron. It’ll take gettin’ used to, I know, but y’can’t get upset about it, alright?”
A glance was cast to the Fermi Solution and he contemplated sending Blackguard a ping to introduce the youngling. Especially now that the other wasn’t feeling well. Adults always knew what to do in those kind of situations.
“When’s th’ last time y’refueled?”
“Anti… I dunno how…” Dee shook his helm and squinted, not understanding what was happening, but instilled with the innate dread that he was waking up from this dream of a world. “I just got here…I don’t want to go-!” Fog emanates from his little frame, expanding larger and larger to push Rigel out of the way.
Megatron sits on the grass, staring down at the mechling who just moments ago was larger. He stands abruptly, backing away a step before looking around to satisfy his confusion, just barely keeping enough composure to keep his sword sheathed. Earth? When had he come here? Why was he with Rigel?
The memories of himself as a youngling are anachronistic, fresh memories reordered with old timestamps. He looks back down at Rigel again, at a loss.
This was going to be interesting.
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