Megs- Megs, how’re you feeling? Is there anything we can do for Soundwave?

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Megatron is sitting up on the berth again, much to his medic’s exasperation. Soundwave’s paint is still grey, but some color is starting to return to his chest.

“I am gaining strength every day, and Soundwave hasn’t crashed yet. …He will recover. I refuse to accept otherwise.”

/Smokescreen is moving over to sit near Megatron, putting down a few candies, and a sealed card./

You are? That’s awesome! Sometime, we should go for a walk together, once you feel up for it.

… Wait, is he still online somehow? Is he gonna be okay?

He eyes the card, raising an optic ridge.

“Underground, at least until my appearance is mostly restored. In this state, I would incite a panic.” Megatron lays his claws over his subspace pocket. “When Soundwave and I became conjunx, he gave me a sphere containing a trace of his spark’s energy, from before he corrupted himself. It was meant to be symbolic… but it may yet sustain him.”

( Bee runs in, a little electrified and glowing. ) How is he? How’s Soundwave? What about you, are you okay?

the-scrappy-stinger:

mightymegatron:

the-scrappy-stinger:

mightymegatron:

mightymegatron:

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?”

Megatron trusts anything that Bee gives him, but the medic seems hesitant to give his patient what is essentially an energy drink.

“The Pious Pools… I never got to drink from mine while it was pure.” Megatron considers it for a moment. He’s not getting the same burning feeling he always got whenever he had held something considered touched by Primus. Instead it just tingled. He takes a swig and his biolights flash as he shudders.

“Ah… Oh now that is… well, divine. I feel invigorated.”

You want some? (Bee offers one of his smaller cups to the medic, not knowing his name and running out of what little he’s collected.) For Soundwave later, maybe?

(Turned back to Megatron, Bee takes one of his hands.) Rung wants us to go when you’re better. Me and you, and him, all at the Pious Pools and bathing in the water. Sound like a plan?

Singer stares at the cup. He’s been out of his depth all week, between godly corruption, science from other universes and magic he doesn’t understand. He takes the cup after he sees how Megatron’s energy levels brighten, thanking Bee and going to seal it away for later.

Megatron looks surprised, staring at their joined hands.

“…After everything, that is still something he would desire?”

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.

Megs- Megs, how’re you feeling? Is there anything we can do for Soundwave?

Megatron is sitting up on the berth again, much to his medic’s exasperation. Soundwave’s paint is still grey, but some color is starting to return to his chest.

“I am gaining strength every day, and Soundwave hasn’t crashed yet. …He will recover. I refuse to accept otherwise.”

( Bee runs in, a little electrified and glowing. ) How is he? How’s Soundwave? What about you, are you okay?

the-scrappy-stinger:

mightymegatron:

mightymegatron:

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?”

Megatron trusts anything that Bee gives him, but the medic seems hesitant to give his patient what is essentially an energy drink.

“The Pious Pools… I never got to drink from mine while it was pure.” Megatron considers it for a moment. He’s not getting the same burning feeling he always got whenever he had held something considered touched by Primus. Instead it just tingled. He takes a swig and his biolights flash as he shudders.

“Ah… Oh now that is… well, divine. I feel invigorated.”

You want some? (Bee offers one of his smaller cups to the medic, not knowing his name and running out of what little he’s collected.) For Soundwave later, maybe?

(Turned back to Megatron, Bee takes one of his hands.) Rung wants us to go when you’re better. Me and you, and him, all at the Pious Pools and bathing in the water. Sound like a plan?

Singer stares at the cup. He’s been out of his depth all week, between godly corruption, science from other universes and magic he doesn’t understand. He takes the cup after he sees how Megatron’s energy levels brighten, thanking Bee and going to seal it away for later.

Megatron looks surprised, staring at their joined hands.

“…After everything, that is still something he would desire?”

( Bee runs in, a little electrified and glowing. ) How is he? How’s Soundwave? What about you, are you okay?

the-scrappy-stinger:

mightymegatron:

the-scrappy-stinger:

mightymegatron:

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?”

I’ll explain in a minute Megatron don’t leave me hanging like that what about Soundwave?!

“Ah, yes- It seems to be taking.” He sways a little in his seat and Singer is somewhat alarmed that his efforts are actually working. The vehicon fills in with the technical details.

“It needs time for the energy to sync with his systems, but it isn’t fading. It’s his spark energy… somehow. It’s got to link up with all the memories he’s acquired since the energy was extracted from him, it has to be a slow process or what’s left of the spark will flicker out. I’m keeping him offline until then to focus on his recovery until he seems stable- Sir, I must insist that you lay down, please!”

“I will remain upright as I am able. Bumblebee… He’s not gone.”

Hahahaaa! HA! EVERYBODY LIVES, ROSE!

Here- here, I got this for you! (Bee passes a little cup to Megatron.) From Rung’s universe! It’s from the Pious Pools, it’s not water or energon it’s- it’s- like, Primus-flavored! Or something! That’s why I’m glowing, it’s healthy energy! It’s safe to drink!

Megatron trusts anything that Bee gives him, but the medic seems hesitant to give his patient what is essentially an energy drink.

“The Pious Pools… I never got to drink from mine while it was pure.” Megatron considers it for a moment. He’s not getting the same burning feeling he always got whenever he had held something considered touched by Primus. Instead it just tingled. He takes a swig and his biolights flash as he shudders.

“Ah… Oh now that is… well, divine. I feel invigorated.”

( Bee runs in, a little electrified and glowing. ) How is he? How’s Soundwave? What about you, are you okay?

the-scrappy-stinger:

mightymegatron:

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?”

I’ll explain in a minute Megatron don’t leave me hanging like that what about Soundwave?!

“Ah, yes- It seems to be taking.” He sways a little in his seat and Singer is somewhat alarmed that his efforts are actually working. The vehicon fills in with the technical details.

“It needs time for the energy to sync with his systems, but it isn’t fading. It’s his spark energy… somehow. It’s got to link up with all the memories he’s acquired since the energy was extracted from him, it has to be a slow process or what’s left of the spark will flicker out. I’m keeping him offline until then to focus on his recovery until he seems stable- Sir, I must insist that you lay down, please!”

“I will remain upright as I am able. Bumblebee… He’s not gone.”

( Bee runs in, a little electrified and glowing. ) How is he? How’s Soundwave? What about you, are you okay?

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?”

Rex’s fed, I’m her- You’re up!!!

the-scrappy-stinger:

mightymegatron:

the-scrappy-stinger:

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the-scrappy-stinger:

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“I…” Megatron looks more awake than he has in days, standing between his and Soundwave’s beds. He’s still hooked up to everything, but the surgeon is working on the other’s frame.

“I am. Thank you for taking care of that… I can’t exactly leave like this.”

Rex knows you’re okay because I go over smelling like you. Do you need anything? I’ll grab you a chair!!!

“Good, that’s… that’s very good.” He appreciates the offer for a chair. As awake as he might be, he’s still mostly running on excitement as energy and is propping himself against the berth with one servo. He’s clutching something close to his chest with the other.

“I’ll enjoy not needing to be propped up anymore, one day.”

(Cue a long grinding noise as Bee drags a chair over by a single leg in short tugs and frantic digging into the floor, but he’s got it there.)

Until then, chair! Sit! What are you holding, even?

He happily obliges, weight creaking the chair that was never meant for someone predacon-sized. When Bee first points it out his instinct is to hide it, but this was the mech he would and had entrusted with his own spark. He opens his servo, lowering the sphere to Bee’s level.

“…A chance.”

(gasp!!! A spark sphere? Like the one in Megatron’s chest right now?!)

And here I had a witty comeback on hand for ‘that was the poet’s answer, how about an answer in real talk?’ but that? That calls for poetry.

“Heh, I suppose it does.” He smiles fondly, brushing it with his thumb.

“Soundwave gave this to me when we dedicated ourselves a few years ago. It isn’t a whole spark, but… it’s him, before he became a herald. He’d held onto it for millenia…”

“Singer is restoring the spark chamber as best he can, adding conductivity for the best chance. It may not be enough.”

Rex’s fed, I’m her- You’re up!!!

the-scrappy-stinger:

mightymegatron:

the-scrappy-stinger:

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“I…” Megatron looks more awake than he has in days, standing between his and Soundwave’s beds. He’s still hooked up to everything, but the surgeon is working on the other’s frame.

“I am. Thank you for taking care of that… I can’t exactly leave like this.”

Rex knows you’re okay because I go over smelling like you. Do you need anything? I’ll grab you a chair!!!

“Good, that’s… that’s very good.” He appreciates the offer for a chair. As awake as he might be, he’s still mostly running on excitement as energy and is propping himself against the berth with one servo. He’s clutching something close to his chest with the other.

“I’ll enjoy not needing to be propped up anymore, one day.”

(Cue a long grinding noise as Bee drags a chair over by a single leg in short tugs and frantic digging into the floor, but he’s got it there.)

Until then, chair! Sit! What are you holding, even?

He happily obliges, weight creaking the chair that was never meant for someone predacon-sized. When Bee first points it out his instinct is to hide it, but this was the mech he would and had entrusted with his own spark. He opens his servo, lowering the sphere to Bee’s level.

“…A chance.”

Rex’s fed, I’m her- You’re up!!!

the-scrappy-stinger:

mightymegatron:

“I…” Megatron looks more awake than he has in days, standing between his and Soundwave’s beds. He’s still hooked up to everything, but the surgeon is working on the other’s frame.

“I am. Thank you for taking care of that… I can’t exactly leave like this.”

Rex knows you’re okay because I go over smelling like you. Do you need anything? I’ll grab you a chair!!!

“Good, that’s… that’s very good.” He appreciates the offer for a chair. As awake as he might be, he’s still mostly running on excitement as energy and is propping himself against the berth with one servo. He’s clutching something close to his chest with the other.

“I’ll enjoy not needing to be propped up anymore, one day.”