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Megsmegsmegsmegsmegs- how are you feeling? Have you been taking care of yourself? When did you last see a medic? Do you need anything? I’m not suspicious.

ask-smokescreen:

mightymegatron:

Megatron stands vigil as Bumblebee is repaired. The medic had a little trouble at first but despite their universal differences, their anatomy is similar enough that progress is safe. He isn’t touching Bee’s neural net just in case.

“Don’t concern yourself with me. Why do you ask?”

/Smokescreen’s carefully watching Bee as the repairs commence, looking back at Megatron once he’s sure nothing’ll go wrong./

… No reason, really. I’m allowed to worry, aren’t I? If something happened to you- I don’t know what would happen to Cybertron.

That makes two of us, he thought. He folded his arms behind his back, watching the welder instead of Smokescreen.

“I am in good enough health, and my political opponents are too open about their disdain of me to risk sending assassins. Should I become detained, Soundwave can take charge until my return. That is what I will say for now.”

Megsmegsmegsmegsmegs- how are you feeling? Have you been taking care of yourself? When did you last see a medic? Do you need anything? I’m not suspicious.

Megatron stands vigil as Bumblebee is repaired. The medic had a little trouble at first but despite their universal differences, their anatomy is similar enough that progress is safe. He isn’t touching Bee’s neural net just in case.

“Don’t concern yourself with me. Why do you ask?”

the-scrappy-stinger:

mightymegatron:

A loose connector, and though he doesn’t seem to be leaking right now he could have an internal rupture, or localized overheating… 

“Here. We’re going to the medbay.” Megatron lifts Bee up, not confident enough that Bee won’t fall from his usual perch to make use of his shoulder. Instead, he sits the minibot on his bent forearm, so that he can lean back against his chest as they walk. His other servo secures his legs in place.

“You fought valiantly and triumphed, but now you need rest. Relax your body, but try not to fall asleep until we get there.”

Until we- oh jeeze you think he did something to my head?! (Bee stiffens with a jolt of fear.) Aaagh! 

(And his energy drops again.) Hhh head… 

… is it bad that I kinda feel good about it? It was a little bit of a rush… didn’t think I still have any fight in me.

“Even if he did, you’re in good hands now. It’s merely good to be cautious after a hard battle.” Just a bit further. If he’s still so talkative, his internals can’t be horrible. Good signs.

“Heh. I did. After all, you’ve stood up to far worse than a predacon and lived to tell the tale.”

the-scrappy-stinger:

mightymegatron:

the-scrappy-stinger:

mightymegatron:

the-scrappy-stinger:

mightymegatron replied to your post:
Well… it’s Sunday…

::What do you mean chewed on? Do you need a medic?::

I mean I opened a door and there was a Predacon on the other side who chewed my arm. 

The line isn’t even closed before he’s calling up a bridge to Bee’s house.

(And in he goes, both arms chomped on but one much, MUCH more than the other with obvious tooth holes. His belly protomesh is torn in a few places, exposing circuits, and he smells like energon smoke.) 

Before you ask. 

I knocked him out.

“You…” He stares down at his mangled friend, in shock at first, but a grin slowly spreads across his faceplates. He starts to laugh, at first in disbelief, then relief as he kneels to examine the wounds more closely. These are indeed familiar.

“You truly are a warrior, my friend. Can you move your arm?”

(Bee tests his arm, and while his non-dominant one is functional, his other arm can only weakly pendulum back and forth.) 

That one was the one in the predacon, so… 

(Bee’s focus isn’t quite on Megatron. It seems more like it’s just behind his head.) I think I need to sit down…

A loose connector, and though he doesn’t seem to be leaking right now he could have an internal rupture, or localized overheating… 

“Here. We’re going to the medbay.” Megatron lifts Bee up, not confident enough that Bee won’t fall from his usual perch to make use of his shoulder. Instead, he sits the minibot on his bent forearm, so that he can lean back against his chest as they walk. His other servo secures his legs in place.

“You fought valiantly and triumphed, but now you need rest. Relax your body, but try not to fall asleep until we get there.”

the-scrappy-stinger:

mightymegatron:

the-scrappy-stinger:

mightymegatron replied to your post:
Well… it’s Sunday…

::What do you mean chewed on? Do you need a medic?::

I mean I opened a door and there was a Predacon on the other side who chewed my arm. 

The line isn’t even closed before he’s calling up a bridge to Bee’s house.

(And in he goes, both arms chomped on but one much, MUCH more than the other with obvious tooth holes. His belly protomesh is torn in a few places, exposing circuits, and he smells like energon smoke.) 

Before you ask. 

I knocked him out.

“You…” He stares down at his mangled friend, in shock at first, but a grin slowly spreads across his faceplates. He starts to laugh, at first in disbelief, then relief as he kneels to examine the wounds more closely. These are indeed familiar.

“You truly are a warrior, my friend. Can you move your arm?”

“It’s ok to stay, you know.”

the-scrappy-stinger:

mightymegatron:

the-scrappy-stinger:

(Bee rocks on his aft from his perch on Megatron’s desk.) It feels weird being fidgety when you’ve got paperwork, though. And if I stay still I’ll just fall asleep!

If you are uncomfortable, you may leave. But if I can help you feel comfortable enough to sleep, then by all means, do. I know that I’ve appreciated the gesture in the past.

It sounds weird, hear me out, but being around you makes me sleep better period! I like the sounds your internals make, and hearing your servos working. It’s relaxing! Knowing your nearby makes me feel safe. 

*Megatron smiles, even as he continues typing.*

I could say the same for you. I will remain nearby. Get some rest.

⚡️

 willnotgogently:

 mightymegatron:

willnotgogently:

Rung tensed as he heard the bang of boards against the side of the building, light illuminating everything before a loud snap resounded and all the power was cut off, leaving him with just biolights. His hands shook as he moved slowly to a cabinet, looking for something more to give him light.

“We should visit an organic world, like Earth sometime. Being in the rain is more pleasant when it isn’t melting through your plating.”

Ah, Sentinel. He really was a horrible product of the old regime in any universe, wasn’t he? At least Megatron knew for a fact that his was dead. After all, he’d been the one to relieve him of his helm… and of something else. Covering the reaching servo with his own, the warlord held it to his cheek, before turning his helm just enough to be able to kiss Rung’s palm.

“It may entertain you to learn this, then. Certain relics from the past could only be used by those who had held the Matrix. I needed a way to use them for myself… so I found Sentinel’s grave and his arm, for a time, became my own.” Megatron smiled just enough that his dental plates glinted in the dim light. 

“He always saw people as tools. I thought it rather fitting to reduce him to one in the end.”

“I don’t find it entertaining, but I can’t say that he didn’t deserve it.” Rung pressed his helm to Megatron’s chassis.  

Did he ever really forgive Sentinel?  He wasn’t entirely certain, but it felt like a moot point since that horrible bot wasn’t around anymore.  He couldn’t torment anyone now and that’s what was truly important.

“I just don’t understand how the Matrix could ever accept him.  It was never meant for bots who could do the things that he did.” Rung spoke softly, shivering as he saw a flash of lightening from the corner of his optic.  “Things got so twisted and it… it hurts to see what happened to it.  What happened because of it.”

Megatron instinctively held Rung closer, optics narrowing as he scowled in the lamplight. “I never could understand it, myself. I used to justify it by thinking it was just an ancient power source, that it was the council who decided who would carry it next. …That would have made things so much simpler.” He tucked the smaller mech up under his chin, partly to further protect him from the storm and partly to hide his distant expression.

You’ve never been unworthy, Megatron. Not now and not ever…

“…I don’t know what to think anymore.”