( Bee comes back, still dirty and now smelling like hospital? And looking tired. ) I checked on Rung. He’s pretty badly beaten up, and he’s a little out of it, but he looked stable. I’m here tonight and then I’m at Rung’s tomorrow.

the-scrappy-stinger:

mightymegatron:

the-scrappy-stinger:

mightymegatron:

the-scrappy-stinger:

mightymegatron:

“…Rung?” He’s had so much to process in such a short time that his orange companion hadn’t crossed his mind. He was away and safe, as far as Megatron had remembered leaving him.

“What happened?”

I don’t really know. Rung wasn’t talkative, but if it went down kind of like how I found out… (Bee winces.) Unicron goaded him, and hurt him. Kinda bad. 

You two are medbay buddies now. It’s a race to see who gets better first. (His laugh is weak and forced, as is his smile.) 

Megatron slowly covers his face with his mangled servo, letting out an exhausted laugh. “Of course…” He had dared to love again. Of course couldn’t  last, it never did. His laughter ends with a pained sigh.

“I never told him about the dark energon…”

Yeah, you hadn’t known each other as long… 

(Bee comes and squats next to him, leaning against his leg. Megatron looks in a bad way right at this moment. He’ll wait for a hug.) 

You’ve gotta concentrate on getting better so you two can talk it out in person. 

The contact goes unnoticed at first. In this form, his plating was too heavy and thick, like wearing two sets of armor. When he drops his servo he sees Bee there, and hesitates. It really shouldn’t surprise him that Bee is still there, but it does.

Megatron rests his arm on the mini’s other side, equal parts hug and cave at this size.

“I would understand and… accept his refusal to hear me.” Ah too painful. Different subject. “How did you restore me?”

!!!

(Bee gasps and climbs his lap to tell the tale.) Smokescreen didn’t tell you?! OH my go- the card said you wound up in The Void, right?! Smokescreen and I went to another universe and cracked a hole in space-time, and we wound up in the Void, and it dropped us on this planet! There were flowers everywhere, and this bot! And he had your spark in a crystal! 

Honestly, Megatron couldn’t remember anything the card had said. All he had seen was the image, a black, swirling… well, void. That Soundwave had of course neglected to mention as a possibility. Then again, he hadn’t exactly asked, either.

His rough ridges furrowed, trying to make sense of the situation. Why would it send him somewhere organic? “Someone had my spark in a crystal? …Was this planet in another dimension, or this one?”

( Bee comes back, still dirty and now smelling like hospital? And looking tired. ) I checked on Rung. He’s pretty badly beaten up, and he’s a little out of it, but he looked stable. I’m here tonight and then I’m at Rung’s tomorrow.

the-scrappy-stinger:

mightymegatron:

the-scrappy-stinger:

mightymegatron:

“…Rung?” He’s had so much to process in such a short time that his orange companion hadn’t crossed his mind. He was away and safe, as far as Megatron had remembered leaving him.

“What happened?”

I don’t really know. Rung wasn’t talkative, but if it went down kind of like how I found out… (Bee winces.) Unicron goaded him, and hurt him. Kinda bad. 

You two are medbay buddies now. It’s a race to see who gets better first. (His laugh is weak and forced, as is his smile.) 

Megatron slowly covers his face with his mangled servo, letting out an exhausted laugh. “Of course…” He had dared to love again. Of course couldn’t  last, it never did. His laughter ends with a pained sigh.

“I never told him about the dark energon…”

Yeah, you hadn’t known each other as long… 

(Bee comes and squats next to him, leaning against his leg. Megatron looks in a bad way right at this moment. He’ll wait for a hug.) 

You’ve gotta concentrate on getting better so you two can talk it out in person. 

The contact goes unnoticed at first. In this form, his plating was too heavy and thick, like wearing two sets of armor. When he drops his servo he sees Bee there, and hesitates. It really shouldn’t surprise him that Bee is still there, but it does.

Megatron rests his arm on the mini’s other side, equal parts hug and cave at this size.

“I would understand and… accept his refusal to hear me.” Ah too painful. Different subject. “How did you restore me?”

Megatron? How’re you feeling right now? Do you need energon or anything? Do you wanna watch something? I’m not leaving your side until you feel better.

ask-smokescreen:

mightymegatron:

ask-smokescreen:

mightymegatron:

Megatron has slipped down from his place clinging to the edge of a medial berth to kneeling on the floor, resting against it. He had insisted that they put Soundwave on the berth beside him, even though… 

The warlord cringes, trying to hold himself together. He can’t bring himself to answer at the moment, text will have to suffice.

::Nothing anyone can give me.::

Smokescreen’s staring down at the warlord on the floor, offering his servo to help him back up. Smokescreen was wavering a bit, pretty exhausted as well, but he had no plans to rest anytime soon. Not until Megatron’s feeling better.

“You know the berth’s there to rest on, right, Megs? I’ll still be here for you, if there is anything I can get for you. I’m sorry about everything. I’m sorry- I’m sorry about Soundwave, too.”

From his angle here on the floor, he can’t see where Soundwave lays. He doesn’t want to, not yet. Shaking his helm, Megatron takes the offered hand, but makes no move to get up. 

“…No. Join me down here instead, will you?”

“You know, sure! But hold on a klik first.”

Smokescreen lets go of Megatron’s servo to grab a few blankets and pillows, and settles down next to him, offering Megatron all of the pillows before he reaches to hold Megatron’s servo once more, leaning against him, but forcing himself to keep awake.

Megatron only accepts one to get Smokescreen to stop offering, not wanting to feel comfortable. It’s not his way to put a balm over his hurt, he’s always held onto the pain to use as fuel to keep on moving. This time it feels more like poison, keeping him still.

For once, he lets Smokescreen get as close as he wants, accepting the servo again.

( Bee comes back, still dirty and now smelling like hospital? And looking tired. ) I checked on Rung. He’s pretty badly beaten up, and he’s a little out of it, but he looked stable. I’m here tonight and then I’m at Rung’s tomorrow.

the-scrappy-stinger:

mightymegatron:

“…Rung?” He’s had so much to process in such a short time that his orange companion hadn’t crossed his mind. He was away and safe, as far as Megatron had remembered leaving him.

“What happened?”

I don’t really know. Rung wasn’t talkative, but if it went down kind of like how I found out… (Bee winces.) Unicron goaded him, and hurt him. Kinda bad. 

You two are medbay buddies now. It’s a race to see who gets better first. (His laugh is weak and forced, as is his smile.) 

Megatron slowly covers his face with his mangled servo, letting out an exhausted laugh. “Of course…” He had dared to love again. Of course couldn’t  last, it never did. His laughter ends with a pained sigh.

“I never told him about the dark energon…”

Megatron? How’re you feeling right now? Do you need energon or anything? Do you wanna watch something? I’m not leaving your side until you feel better.

ask-smokescreen:

mightymegatron:

Megatron has slipped down from his place clinging to the edge of a medial berth to kneeling on the floor, resting against it. He had insisted that they put Soundwave on the berth beside him, even though… 

The warlord cringes, trying to hold himself together. He can’t bring himself to answer at the moment, text will have to suffice.

::Nothing anyone can give me.::

Smokescreen’s staring down at the warlord on the floor, offering his servo to help him back up. Smokescreen was wavering a bit, pretty exhausted as well, but he had no plans to rest anytime soon. Not until Megatron’s feeling better.

“You know the berth’s there to rest on, right, Megs? I’ll still be here for you, if there is anything I can get for you. I’m sorry about everything. I’m sorry- I’m sorry about Soundwave, too.”

From his angle here on the floor, he can’t see where Soundwave lays. He doesn’t want to, not yet. Shaking his helm, Megatron takes the offered hand, but makes no move to get up. 

“…No. Join me down here instead, will you?”

( Bee comes back, still dirty and now smelling like hospital? And looking tired. ) I checked on Rung. He’s pretty badly beaten up, and he’s a little out of it, but he looked stable. I’m here tonight and then I’m at Rung’s tomorrow.

“…Rung?” He’s had so much to process in such a short time that his orange companion hadn’t crossed his mind. He was away and safe, as far as Megatron had remembered leaving him.

“What happened?”

Megatron? How’re you feeling right now? Do you need energon or anything? Do you wanna watch something? I’m not leaving your side until you feel better.

Megatron has slipped down from his place clinging to the edge of a medial berth to kneeling on the floor, resting against it. He had insisted that they put Soundwave on the berth beside him, even though… 

The warlord cringes, trying to hold himself together. He can’t bring himself to answer at the moment, text will have to suffice.

::Nothing anyone can give me.::