Megatron looks over to Soundwave, asking.
“Hmm. Provided they get along, it could be… very yes.”
You know, I feel like celebrating. I have some high grade here, it’s Sunday, and I’m resting in my quarters with my bondmate.
Come and ask me inappropriate questions.
::Bumblebee, he’s awake. He’s alive and awake…:: The voice is crackling with happy static.
:: He is- :: (who was he talking about ag- oh! OH! OOOOOH!) :: He is?! He’s WHAT?! IT WORKED OH MY GOD! Is he talking?! Does he have all his memories?! ::
(Bee’s all but screaming into the comm but this is worth screaming about.)
:: what- what, that? Dude, you don’t have to thank me for that! That’s the default! ::
::The default for a knight, my friend. In the face of great dangers, no less. Don’t diminish what you’ve done for me.:: The last is less admonition, said with a smile.
:: Well, then I’m your knight. Point me at some windmills! ::
:: Also what does Soundwave like to eat? He’s getting so much fraggin’ food it won’t even be funny. ::
Not understanding the reference, Megatron locates the largest concentration of windmills within a short distance and pings the coordinates.
::Anything sweet. If you could somehow condense mercury or arsenic into a single large crystal, he would hoard it jealously. If it’s too sweet for me, it would be perfect.::
::Bumblebee, he’s awake. He’s alive and awake…:: The voice is crackling with happy static.
:: He is- :: (who was he talking about ag- oh! OH! OOOOOH!) :: He is?! He’s WHAT?! IT WORKED OH MY GOD! Is he talking?! Does he have all his memories?! ::
(Bee’s all but screaming into the comm but this is worth screaming about.)
(Bee rolls his optics. Of all the people he has to snark this at.)
:: Happy Sunday. ::
That gets another laugh. It has certainly been a while.
::Happy Sunday indeed. What a day… Thank you again.::
:: For what? For letting you call and freak out about the most emotionally fulfilling getting laid you’ve ever had? I think we’re okay on that front, my lord. ::
::For making this happiness possible. Protecting us both when we were powerless.::
:: what- what, that? Dude, you don’t have to thank me for that! That’s the default! ::
::The default for a knight, my friend. In the face of great dangers, no less. Don’t diminish what you’ve done for me.:: The last is less admonition, said with a smile.
::Bumblebee, he’s awake. He’s alive and awake…:: The voice is crackling with happy static.
:: He is- :: (who was he talking about ag- oh! OH! OOOOOH!) :: He is?! He’s WHAT?! IT WORKED OH MY GOD! Is he talking?! Does he have all his memories?! ::
(Bee’s all but screaming into the comm but this is worth screaming about.)
(Bee rolls his optics. Of all the people he has to snark this at.)
:: Happy Sunday. ::
That gets another laugh. It has certainly been a while.
::Happy Sunday indeed. What a day… Thank you again.::
:: For what? For letting you call and freak out about the most emotionally fulfilling getting laid you’ve ever had? I think we’re okay on that front, my lord. ::
::For making this happiness possible. Protecting us both when we were powerless.::
::Bumblebee, he’s awake. He’s alive and awake…:: The voice is crackling with happy static.
:: He is- :: (who was he talking about ag- oh! OH! OOOOOH!) :: He is?! He’s WHAT?! IT WORKED OH MY GOD! Is he talking?! Does he have all his memories?! ::
(Bee’s all but screaming into the comm but this is worth screaming about.)
The screech is worth any ringing in his audials. He laughs loudly through his side of the comm.
::He is alive and well and as far as we’ve found, his memories are in tact… He is resting now.::
:: OH MY GOOOOOOD! ::
:: TIS THE FRAGGIN’ SEASON FOR MIRACLES, DUDE! EVERYBODY LIVES, ROSE! AAAAH- ::
(this continues for a little while)
The celebration warms his spark, and as he joins in his friend’s glee, this time he feels another, foreign thread of joy from within. He’ll have to get used to that.
::I’m still in disbelief… I don’t know what to do with myself. Nothing seems adequate, I’m- Primus we’re bonded, alive! This is a dream…:: It must be. He’s never this happy.
:: wi- Wait WHAT?! Bonded?! Right after?! You can’t just slip something like THAT casually into a conversation!!! ::
::Yes, bonded!! We’ve been conjunx endura, but without a spark he couldn’t… Heh. We wanted to makeup for lost time.::
(Bee rolls his optics. Of all the people he has to snark this at.)
:: Happy Sunday. ::
That gets another laugh. It has certainly been a while.
::Happy Sunday indeed. What a day… Thank you again.::
::Bumblebee, he’s awake. He’s alive and awake…:: The voice is crackling with happy static.
:: He is- :: (who was he talking about ag- oh! OH! OOOOOH!) :: He is?! He’s WHAT?! IT WORKED OH MY GOD! Is he talking?! Does he have all his memories?! ::
(Bee’s all but screaming into the comm but this is worth screaming about.)
The screech is worth any ringing in his audials. He laughs loudly through his side of the comm.
::He is alive and well and as far as we’ve found, his memories are in tact… He is resting now.::
:: OH MY GOOOOOOD! ::
:: TIS THE FRAGGIN’ SEASON FOR MIRACLES, DUDE! EVERYBODY LIVES, ROSE! AAAAH- ::
(this continues for a little while)
The celebration warms his spark, and as he joins in his friend’s glee, this time he feels another, foreign thread of joy from within. He’ll have to get used to that.
::I’m still in disbelief… I don’t know what to do with myself. Nothing seems adequate, I’m- Primus we’re bonded, alive! This is a dream…:: It must be. He’s never this happy.
:: wi- Wait WHAT?! Bonded?! Right after?! You can’t just slip something like THAT casually into a conversation!!! ::
::Yes, bonded!! We’ve been conjunx endura, but without a spark he couldn’t… Heh. We wanted to makeup for lost time.::
::Bumblebee, he’s awake. He’s alive and awake…:: The voice is crackling with happy static.
:: He is- :: (who was he talking about ag- oh! OH! OOOOOH!) :: He is?! He’s WHAT?! IT WORKED OH MY GOD! Is he talking?! Does he have all his memories?! ::
(Bee’s all but screaming into the comm but this is worth screaming about.)
The screech is worth any ringing in his audials. He laughs loudly through his side of the comm.
::He is alive and well and as far as we’ve found, his memories are in tact… He is resting now.::
:: OH MY GOOOOOOD! ::
:: TIS THE FRAGGIN’ SEASON FOR MIRACLES, DUDE! EVERYBODY LIVES, ROSE! AAAAH- ::
(this continues for a little while)
The celebration warms his spark, and as he joins in his friend’s glee, this time he feels another, foreign thread of joy from within. He’ll have to get used to that.
::I’m still in disbelief… I don’t know what to do with myself. Nothing seems adequate, I’m- Primus we’re bonded, alive! This is a dream…:: It must be. He’s never this happy.
::Bumblebee, he’s awake. He’s alive and awake…:: The voice is crackling with happy static.
:: He is- :: (who was he talking about ag- oh! OH! OOOOOH!) :: He is?! He’s WHAT?! IT WORKED OH MY GOD! Is he talking?! Does he have all his memories?! ::
(Bee’s all but screaming into the comm but this is worth screaming about.)
The screech is worth any ringing in his audials. He laughs loudly through his side of the comm.
::He is alive and well and as far as we’ve found, his memories are in tact… He is resting now.::
All of Me
“Ok… Ok.” Singer triple-checked his reference material, an Autobot medic’s research study on “jumpstarting” a fading spark with a stronger one. The study called for equipment that they simply didn’t have access to, and had no mention of what do if both sparks were ‘encased’ in glass and crystal. Still, it was sound theory, and it was all they had to go on.
As still as his comatose companion, Megatron sat on the berth, spark bared to the world. Though outwardly patient, the vehicon wasn’t fooled. Those optics may have been half-closed but they were watching his every move, red battle filters slid into place. Hunched over so Singer could reach, he didn’t flinch in the slightest as the medic attached wires around his spark casing with clamps. It felt like he was defusing a sentient bomb, poised and waiting for the right moment to explode.
The feeling was worse when Singer moved on to Soundwave, having to work with the embodiment of violent death looming over his shoulder. Finally, he couldn’t focus anymore.
Staring resolutely at his monitors, Singer was determined to give the pair of them as much privacy as possible without leaving his leader’s side. The wires had been arranged so that Megatron would be getting little to no input back from Soundwave, an energy drain that could be dangerous if left unchecked. While the warlord’s levels dipped lower and lower, Soundwave’s spark surged, pulsing and spinning in earnest with the borrowed energy. It was working…
All at once, Soundwave’s biolights flashed, and he struggled in Megatron’s hold with a startled whine of static.
“Stop! Soundwave be still!” Megatron held him securely as he thrashed, cupping his face and keeping their helms pressed together. “Still…” Soundwave’s data cables unspooled one winding tightly around Megatron, the other shooting out towards Singer to deliver an electrical shock, but he froze mid-strike. The poor medic nearly fainted.
Even with his mask in place, the blatant confusion was evident as he tilted his helm towards the medic, towards their open chests and back to his Lord. Shock flitted across his plating through his field. Megatron sat upright again, letting concern and fear show through his.
“I know this may not be how you imagined our bonding to go, or if you even still wanted-” Megatron was cut off mid-sentence, as Soundwave’s visor had folded away just in time for him to attack his Lord with a desperate kiss, long arms all but fusing them together. The two orbs in their chestplates met with a faint ‘clink.’ Singer, faceplates overheating, turned around.
That damned thought, put there by the phobia shield, would not let him be. Do you not blame me for severing your link with Unicron? Wouldn’t you rather have a god? Telepath that he was, this had Soundwave smiling against his lips. A song began to play from his speakers. Finally set at ease, Megatron laughed, returning the kiss with passion as he began to remove the wires between them.
It was high time they did this properly.
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