“Comics?” Megatron is sitting down again but he motions for Smokescreen to stop for a moment, gesturing over to Soundwave. He’s a dull version of his usual navy away, chest plating rising and falling to aid in ventilation. Laserbeak isn’t docked, but is perched atop his chest, flaring his wings in aggression.
“Careful, it’s the first time he’s been allowed in here since the transplant. He’s feeling rather protective.”
Megatron is standing again, at Soundwave’s berth. He’s grinning broadly, and the other is still unconscious but looking very much not-dead.
“Bumblebee. Things are… so much better.”
(SUCH A SIGH OF RELIEF comes out of Bumblebee.)
I friggin’ love that mech.
(He bounces up onto his toes.) You’re standing! And healthy and happy and- and alive! Frag, I can’t- and Soundwave too?! I cannot make the words make sense how good I feel right now!!!
Megatron joins him in sighing. “Ah, so do I.”
“I’ve been on a cloud of impossible delight, it’s impossible to remain on my back all day. I thought I had lost everything, Bumblebee. But not only was I wrong, but the one thing I did lose was the plague on my mind that was Unicron’s influence!” He taps his claws along the berth.
“If my frame were once again my own, everything would be shockingly perfect.”
And I don’t even know how to fix that. You’re… big. I can feel my neck craning like it did when I first started talking to you on the regular.
“My shoulder, then. I won’t have you straining.” Using his servo as an elevator, Megatron lifts Bumblebee. He’s over 50 ft tall now; it’s a bit of a ways down.
“The surgeon says he’s waiting to begin fixing my frame until I can walk around the medbay ten times in a row… So far, I’ve managed once, while leaning on whatever is near. I fear he won’t have the medbay back for some time.”
Yikes!!! I don’t blame you, I bet the new limbs are-
(He looks down, just to get a sense of how big his new legs are, and vertigo hits him he’s so high up. He makes a stilted choking noise and reels back to the safe middle of his shoulder.) -hhHHHheha-heavy…
Megatron’s hand remains up on his shoulder, bracing Bee.
“I know. Even Singer is less than half my height now. I’ve always been larger than most of my peers, but this is ridiculous. Would you prefer that we sit?”
(This might be funny. He calls out to Singer.)
Would you prefer that we sit?
The vehicon jumps, not expecting to be addressed. He stares at Bee before finding his own feet, and forgotten professional confidence. “Y-yes! Lord Megatron has been standing and trying to walk the entire afternoon, he has to rest- you have to rest or you’ll overtax yourself. Soundwave isn’t going to get better any faster just because you’re standing there-!” He remembered who he was talking to and froze.
Megatron chuckled, shaking his helm. “At ease, I’ll sit down. Hold on, my friend.” Sitting took a moment, but soon enough he was back on the edge of his own berth, joints creaking as they relaxed. Now it was Singer’s turn to sigh in relief.
Megatron is standing again, at Soundwave’s berth. He’s grinning broadly, and the other is still unconscious but looking very much not-dead.
“Bumblebee. Things are… so much better.”
(SUCH A SIGH OF RELIEF comes out of Bumblebee.)
I friggin’ love that mech.
(He bounces up onto his toes.) You’re standing! And healthy and happy and- and alive! Frag, I can’t- and Soundwave too?! I cannot make the words make sense how good I feel right now!!!
Megatron joins him in sighing. “Ah, so do I.”
“I’ve been on a cloud of impossible delight, it’s impossible to remain on my back all day. I thought I had lost everything, Bumblebee. But not only was I wrong, but the one thing I did lose was the plague on my mind that was Unicron’s influence!” He taps his claws along the berth.
“If my frame were once again my own, everything would be shockingly perfect.”
And I don’t even know how to fix that. You’re… big. I can feel my neck craning like it did when I first started talking to you on the regular.
“My shoulder, then. I won’t have you straining.” Using his servo as an elevator, Megatron lifts Bumblebee. He’s over 50 ft tall now; it’s a bit of a ways down.
“The surgeon says he’s waiting to begin fixing my frame until I can walk around the medbay ten times in a row… So far, I’ve managed once, while leaning on whatever is near. I fear he won’t have the medbay back for some time.”
Yikes!!! I don’t blame you, I bet the new limbs are-
(He looks down, just to get a sense of how big his new legs are, and vertigo hits him he’s so high up. He makes a stilted choking noise and reels back to the safe middle of his shoulder.) -hhHHHheha-heavy…
Megatron’s hand remains up on his shoulder, bracing Bee.
“I know. Even Singer is less than half my height now. I’ve always been larger than most of my peers, but this is ridiculous. Would you prefer that we sit?”
Megatron is standing again, at Soundwave’s berth. He’s grinning broadly, and the other is still unconscious but looking very much not-dead.
“Bumblebee. Things are… so much better.”
(SUCH A SIGH OF RELIEF comes out of Bumblebee.)
I friggin’ love that mech.
(He bounces up onto his toes.) You’re standing! And healthy and happy and- and alive! Frag, I can’t- and Soundwave too?! I cannot make the words make sense how good I feel right now!!!
Megatron joins him in sighing. “Ah, so do I.”
“I’ve been on a cloud of impossible delight, it’s impossible to remain on my back all day. I thought I had lost everything, Bumblebee. But not only was I wrong, but the one thing I did lose was the plague on my mind that was Unicron’s influence!” He taps his claws along the berth.
“If my frame were once again my own, everything would be shockingly perfect.”
And I don’t even know how to fix that. You’re… big. I can feel my neck craning like it did when I first started talking to you on the regular.
“My shoulder, then. I won’t have you straining.” Using his servo as an elevator, Megatron lifts Bumblebee. He’s over 50 ft tall now; it’s a bit of a ways down.
“The surgeon says he’s waiting to begin fixing my frame until I can walk around the medbay ten times in a row… So far, I’ve managed once, while leaning on whatever is near. I fear he won’t have the medbay back for some time.”
Megatron is standing again, at Soundwave’s berth. He’s grinning broadly, and the other is still unconscious but looking very much not-dead.
“Bumblebee. Things are… so much better.”
Megatron laughs, not shushing Bee in the slightest. He feels like yelling too, and who knows? Maybe the extra volume will wake him more quickly.
“Haha, he will be! To think that I allowed myself doubt…” He gently strokes the side of Soundwave’s face. His visor has been replaced, clean and black.
“On several counts. Did Rung tell you that he was here?”
No! I haven’t been to talk to him yet. Are you two okay again? (There’s real fear in Bee’s optics when he asks.)
Megatron sees the fear and puts an arm around his friend. Well… a hand.
“We are. Rung is incredible in his capacity for forgiveness. I would like to speak with him more, so that nothing else is concealed between us even accidentally. I don’t want to put him through such a thing again.”
(SUCH A SIGH OF RELIEF comes out of Bumblebee.)
I friggin’ love that mech.
(He bounces up onto his toes.) You’re standing! And healthy and happy and- and alive! Frag, I can’t- and Soundwave too?! I cannot make the words make sense how good I feel right now!!!
Megatron joins him in sighing. “Ah, so do I.”
“I’ve been on a cloud of impossible delight, it’s impossible to remain on my back all day. I thought I had lost everything, Bumblebee. But not only was I wrong, but the one thing I did lose was the plague on my mind that was Unicron’s influence!” He taps his claws along the berth.
“If my frame were once again my own, everything would be shockingly perfect.”
Megatron is standing again, at Soundwave’s berth. He’s grinning broadly, and the other is still unconscious but looking very much not-dead.
“Bumblebee. Things are… so much better.”
Megatron laughs, not shushing Bee in the slightest. He feels like yelling too, and who knows? Maybe the extra volume will wake him more quickly.
“Haha, he will be! To think that I allowed myself doubt…” He gently strokes the side of Soundwave’s face. His visor has been replaced, clean and black.
“On several counts. Did Rung tell you that he was here?”
No! I haven’t been to talk to him yet. Are you two okay again? (There’s real fear in Bee’s optics when he asks.)
Megatron sees the fear and puts an arm around his friend. Well… a hand.
“We are. Rung is incredible in his capacity for forgiveness. I would like to speak with him more, so that nothing else is concealed between us even accidentally. I don’t want to put him through such a thing again.”
Megatron is standing again, at Soundwave’s berth. He’s grinning broadly, and the other is still unconscious but looking very much not-dead.
“Bumblebee. Things are… so much better.”
AAAH!
(He climbs up the bed to see Soundwave’s back-from-death body for himself and squeals!) AAAAAH!
Does- Smokescreen’s gonna FREAK OUT and he’s gonna be so happy!
Megatron laughs, not shushing Bee in the slightest. He feels like yelling too, and who knows? Maybe the extra volume will wake him more quickly.
“Haha, he will be! To think that I allowed myself doubt…” He gently strokes the side of Soundwave’s face. His visor has been replaced, clean and black.
“On several counts. Did Rung tell you that he was here?”
Megatron is standing again, at Soundwave’s berth. He’s grinning broadly, and the other is still unconscious but looking very much not-dead.
“Bumblebee. Things are… so much better.”
((Happy late birthday, Bee! You are too lovely. Also featuring @willnotgogently ❤
Hhghhh- (HUGS)
(feels so loved)
Singer must have fallen into recharge at some point. With Megatron and Soundwave occupying the medbay, he’d been running check ups and minor first aid via house calls, or rather, bunk calls. In peacetime things were slow, maybe a scrape or some crunched plating from a work accident, nothing that required major surgery. Thank goodness, with his usual station “quarantined”.
All the same, it was so nice to see Lord Megatron so… adored. He was resting on a regular schedule for the first time on record, he had regular visitors that took turns laying with him as he recovered and brought him gifts. They were all Autobots, but hey, the war was over. Who was he to judge?
Shaking the static from his gaze, the vehicon noticed a change in his smaller patient. Soundwave’s color was still dim, but the grey had completely faded from his frame. His biolights had even started to shine again, his optics had closed naturally as his frame had relaxed. Rather than stiff and cold, he was limp and cycling energon on his own.
Getting up, Singer ran through Soundwave’s vital signs. Very weak… but holding. His welds were even starting to graft, and his neural net was beginning to show signs of scant activity. He was stable…
“Lord… Lord Megatron, Soundwave-!” Singer cut himself off. The former warlord was deep in recharge himself, looking peaceful for once.
He’d get the good news in the morning.
Megatron's back up 