Megatron is sitting up in his berth, nodding off as he keeps attempting to read the same section on his datapad.
“Heh. Perhaps that is wise for the both of us. Will you rest with me, then?”
(It takes two tries to climb up the bed and onto Megatron’s belly, where he sprawls out. It’s warmest here.)
i love you by the way
Megatron smirks exhaustedly, putting the datapad away and laying his servo over Bee’s back.
“I know very much.” His optics close. “I love you too, my friend.”
Megatron is sitting up in his berth, nodding off as he keeps attempting to read the same section on his datapad.
“Heh. Perhaps that is wise for the both of us. Will you rest with me, then?”
“Megatron?” His voice is quiet and upset but not mad and that might be a good thing. But he’s not greeting him with the same warmth as before. “Can we meet?”
“Good. Just so long as we’re clear.” Rung smiled and reached up so he could cup his cheek, lightly pulling him down so he can give him a kiss. “And just so we are very clear… I love you. I brought some of the waters of the Pools with me. Bee was kind enough to gather some for me. Why don’t we share it?”
This form seems prone to leaking oil from around his optics. Perhaps something is misaligned beneath his faceplates. The kiss is returned as he holds one of Rung’s hands to his chassis.
“That miracle is very clear. I love you, Rung. If I am to be honest with you, allow me to admit that what I feel for you is something I haven’t known since I first knew Soundwave, all those eons ago.” Closing his optics, he nuzzled the little orange mech. Littler than usual, given his current frame size.
“Please. He was here earlier with some and it was… incredible. Even more so to share it with you.”
“Megatron?” His voice is quiet and upset but not mad and that might be a good thing. But he’s not greeting him with the same warmth as before. “Can we meet?”
The contact helps his frayed nerves. At least he hasn’t driven Rung to fear him like that. No. This is broken trust… hopefully it can be repaired. He hangs his helm when Rung agrees.
The question is a valid one, but it still surprises him.
“What… No. Not with you. He was dormant, sometimes I would have dreams, or hear whispers of what he wanted of me. He told me to spread his corruption, to infect the planet, to return to Earth and reawaken him… I resisted. But none of my feelings or actions towards you were his… until he had control of my frame.”
“Good.”
That’s all Rung says before he gently climbs into Megatron’s lap and curls his arms around the other mech with a tiny sound that might be unhappiness. He shivers and lightly kisses his chassis, his voice a hushed crackling of emotion.
“Don’t ever lie to me again, not even by omission. I can’t take it, please.”
It might surprise Megatron that this is all Rung needs, but he had time to think before Megatron commed him. He had time to be upset and angry and come to terms with it as much as he was able to without knowing more details.
Megatron sits up straight, unsure of Rung’s intention… and then he just… hugs him. He doesn’t understand. He almost killed him. He opened the door for the Unmaker, he concealed the imminent danger to everyone…
Curling in on himself, Megatron holds Rung close, shaking. More than anything, he doesn’t deserve this. When he speaks, there is static in his voice.
“I have never been one to squander second chances. You have my word, Rung. If there is anything else you would know of me, I am yours to read.”
“Megatron?” His voice is quiet and upset but not mad and that might be a good thing. But he’s not greeting him with the same warmth as before. “Can we meet?”
Rung is looking worse for wear, and seeing the new plating over his chest confirms a deep fear. I did that. Megatron starts to offer his servo to help Rung onto the edge of the berth, but the sight of the claws that dug into his companion has him pull them back. He’ll only help the smaller mech up if he asks for the assistance, won’t touch him if he doesn’t want to be touched.
Once they’re both seated, the warlord looks down at his knees. “Rung…” Where there was affection in Rung’s voice, there was something like longing in his. They were right beside each other, but the distance ached. “…I’m sorry that I put you all in such danger.” It didn’t seem like enough.
“When I… when I first partook of dark energon, I didn’t understand what it meant. I wanted to be stronger, to harness an ancient power for myself, to win the war.” Megatron closed his eyes, cycling a vent of air. “After I felt Unicron in my mind, I…” Nothing but truth now. “I sought his acceptance. I wanted more. It was he who rejected my service, and only then did I think to turn against him. I’ve carried him with me ever since, despite our victory… and none of that excuses what I did to you.”
Rung sees him pulling back physically and he can only picture how much of Megatron is pulling back from him emotionally. He lays a hand lightly on the berth then extends his other up to Megatron so he can be helped up. There’s some trembling in his frame, but when they touch he’s firm about holding on. The only shivers he has are from being exhausted.
He nods briefly as Megatron speaks and he keeps his hands on his lap, looking up at the bigger mech, his attention undivided. He can’t blame Megatron for the fact that he played with those cards because Bee had let him know how many of them had tried to pull the cards just for fun. None of them expected such drastic dangers and if they had, none would have done this, he knew.
“It’s true… It doesn’t excuse that you lied to me.” Rung looked down at his lap. “I need to know. When we were together, was there anything that… He was doing to influence your thoughts or actions?”
The contact helps his frayed nerves. At least he hasn’t driven Rung to fear him like that. No. This is broken trust… hopefully it can be repaired. He hangs his helm when Rung agrees.
The question is a valid one, but it still surprises him.
“What… No. Not with you. He was dormant, sometimes I would have dreams, or hear whispers of what he wanted of me. He told me to spread his corruption, to infect the planet, to return to Earth and reawaken him… I resisted. But none of my feelings or actions towards you were his… until he had control of my frame.”
“Megatron?” His voice is quiet and upset but not mad and that might be a good thing. But he’s not greeting him with the same warmth as before. “Can we meet?”
::Alright. I’m in the medbay.:: He sends the coordinates and unplugs himself from the monitors, making the effort to slide off the berth and stand to greet Rung. He is not the victim in this case, and has no desire to look sympathetic.
Disappearing from the bar, he steps through to the medbay and feels his spark pull in pain. His plating looks matte rather than shiny, clean but not fancy, a side effect of getting out of the hospital. Another side effect was the fact that since his spark had been grazed, the doctors ordered a slight change in his plating. Rather than the glass that neatly obscured it, it was covered over with hard metal so it could fully recover.
Swallowing thickly, Rung stepped towards Megatron and murmured that they should sit, not wanting either of them strained.
“Megatron…”
It’s not ‘beloved’, but the way he says it almost sounds like it. A mixture of affection and concern.
Rung is looking worse for wear, and seeing the new plating over his chest confirms a deep fear. I did that. Megatron starts to offer his servo to help Rung onto the edge of the berth, but the sight of the claws that dug into his companion has him pull them back. He’ll only help the smaller mech up if he asks for the assistance, won’t touch him if he doesn’t want to be touched.
Once they’re both seated, the warlord looks down at his knees. “Rung…” Where there was affection in Rung’s voice, there was something like longing in his. They were right beside each other, but the distance ached. “…I’m sorry that I put you all in such danger.” It didn’t seem like enough.
“When I… when I first partook of dark energon, I didn’t understand what it meant. I wanted to be stronger, to harness an ancient power for myself, to win the war.” Megatron closed his eyes, cycling a vent of air. “After I felt Unicron in my mind, I…” Nothing but truth now. “I sought his acceptance. I wanted more. It was he who rejected my service, and only then did I think to turn against him. I’ve carried him with me ever since, despite our victory… and none of that excuses what I did to you.”
“Megatron?” His voice is quiet and upset but not mad and that might be a good thing. But he’s not greeting him with the same warmth as before. “Can we meet?”
The tone in Rung’s voice is enough to make him doubt his resolve, but this is important. He has enough energy to stand for a while, but walking is still shaky. The medic is willing to give him some time unsupervised, if only to get something to refuel with himself. At least his voice sounds like it did…
::I would like that. I must warn you that my frame remains… altered. Would you rather join me here, or shall I join you?::
“I think it’s best if I came to you. Just let me know where your coordinates are and I’ll be right there with you.” There’s a slight softening of Rung’s tone, like he’s aware of how he’s coming off and is making an effort to curb it somewhat.
Moving over to where Bee is, he gives him a kiss, waving to Nova who’s looking rather stunned at the selection of high grade. Pausing briefly, he picks up the thermos Bee have him and tucks it into his subspace.
::Alright. I’m in the medbay.:: He sends the coordinates and unplugs himself from the monitors, making the effort to slide off the berth and stand to greet Rung. He is not the victim in this case, and has no desire to look sympathetic.
“Megatron?” His voice is quiet and upset but not mad and that might be a good thing. But he’s not greeting him with the same warmth as before. “Can we meet?”
The tone in Rung’s voice is enough to make him doubt his resolve, but this is important. He has enough energy to stand for a while, but walking is still shaky. The medic is willing to give him some time unsupervised, if only to get something to refuel with himself. At least his voice sounds like it did…
::I would like that. I must warn you that my frame remains… altered. Would you rather join me here, or shall I join you?::
“By the Manifold, they did it…”
The statue has been fixed now, the gifts lain at an alternate Megatron’s pedes. Each one of them is looked on in wonder by the tall, orange mech, and he spends some time seated among the glowing fields leafing through the curious book. Holding the thermos in his lap, Censere smiles warmly, getting new ideas for the shapes of his petals.
Hopefully they’ll return one day. Such pleasant company is so very rare.
When Bee returns, Megatron is back to sitting on the edge of his medical berth, looking exhausted. Singer is trying to get him to lay back again, but you try shoving something several times your size when it doesn’t want to move. But, the warlord smiles when he sees Bumblebee.
“He’s… Are you glowing?”
It’s Rung! (Bee shakes Megatron’s thumb around for emphasis.) He misses you!
I mean that’s probably still gonna be an awkward talk at SOME point, but why do you think he went after Unicron? Because he wanted Unicron whupped ‘cause he did something to you!
“I… I hadn’t thought of it that way.” Megatron’s field swirls with hope and pride before he can reign it in. After everything… today is a good day. Tomorrow he’ll ping Rung… see if he’s open to that awkward talk.
“I want to say that I am in your debt, for your grand gestures, these little talks, your gifts, but I know that you wouldn’t accept it. I will simply thank you again. Would you indulge me once more, by laying with me?” The energy was doing its job, but it coursed through him with intent to heal, encouraging him to listen to Singer’s suggestion of rest.
You taking a nap is a great way to repay that debt. Now, let’s find out how to get comfy in this body, it can’t be easy…
“Heh. That is one of the few things that hasn’t changed. Flat on my back is still the best option.” There are not as many things attached to him as the first few days, no more transfusion. What remains are only two wires in his side and elbow joint, for monitoring the warlord’s vitals. The beeping settles when he finally does lay back, leaving an arm hanging over the side for Bee to climb up.
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