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.
“Sir? Will you hold him up for me? I n-need a better angle.” If he knew it was a lie, Megatron said nothing, gathering up his delicate conjunx to lay across his lap, propped up to lean against his arm. Watching the newly-replaced black screen of his partner’s face, the warlord slowly began to relax. Also blessedly relieved, the medic finished hooking them together mere moments later, and stood there blankly a few minutes more.
There was nothing else he could physically do to help.
Megatron looked from Soundwave to the little vehicon stepping away and folding his now-shaking servos. This single medic had essentially been his personal attendant for a year, and, so far, his work had been exemplary. Hopefully his skill and dedication would hold true. “…How likely is this to work, Singer?” The red visor dimmed considerably.
“I have absolutely no idea.” At least he was honest. Megatron almost laughed. “But… it should w-work. If it doesn’t… Well, I’m going to st… stay here. I have my rrrre-ignition kit. I’ll take him off life support… s-start when you can.”
As Singer shut down and detached the power cables, Megatron ran his hand down along Soundwave’s arm until he held the spy’s thin servo in his own. He closed his optics, pressing their foreheads together. How much had Soundwave sacrificed for him? How much hurt and hate had he considered worth following him through? How far would he have gotten without this incredible mech at his back?
“Soundwave… You would do this for me without hesitation, you wouldn’t rest until I was at your side again. Let me return that favor…” His spark spun within its crystal housing, causing white-hot sparks to fly between them.
“Have me…”
Hi. (A little smile.)
(and up Bee goes, right onto the shoulder to camp out. His little hands are cold, and he’s quick to sit down and tuck himself close to Megatron’s head.)
Hi!
He raises an optic ridge, confused but chuckling.
“I think time has shown that you already have~”
Megatron, was that a lilt? That was a lilt! In your voice! I didn’t think you had it in you. Literally!
…
I… suppose I haven’t in some time.
Look at you! You really are healing. (Bee holds out a hand for the gentlest of high-fives.)
*With a smile, Megatron reciprocates, despite his servo being many times larger than Bee’s.*
“To healing, then.”
Hi. (A little smile.)
(and up Bee goes, right onto the shoulder to camp out. His little hands are cold, and he’s quick to sit down and tuck himself close to Megatron’s head.)
Hi!
After a brief nuzzle, Megatron remembers a scarf he was given long ago. He hasn’t worn it once, but this seems like a worthy endeavor. Wrapping it around his helm, Bee gets caught up in the folds, trapping in plenty of heat.
(Wrapped up solidly in the scarf, Bee gives out a little beep before poking his head back out.)
“Open your miiind~”
He raises an optic ridge, confused but chuckling.
“I think time has shown that you already have~”
Megatron, was that a lilt? That was a lilt! In your voice! I didn’t think you had it in you. Literally!
…
I… suppose I haven’t in some time.
If it isn’t in that room, it’s somewhere within transmission radius. Look on the roof, or in the floors below. Ours was on the flight deck, as if it had been shot from out of orbit.
He isn’t real. None of it is. Keep reminding yourself.
Huh- so it might be on the roof of my place, right? Or on the outer walls? If yours was shot out of orbit, it wouldn’t be unreasonable that mine would be, too.
I’ll check it out. And as long as I have the phase shifter, those feelers can’t touch me. I’ll make it, I think.
When I finally get it- do you wanna come over? I, uh- have a different problem, and I might need your help dealing with it.
…Of course. I’ll be over. Let me know if you can’t find the missile transmitter.
Hi. (A little smile.)
(and up Bee goes, right onto the shoulder to camp out. His little hands are cold, and he’s quick to sit down and tuck himself close to Megatron’s head.)
Hi!
After a brief nuzzle, Megatron remembers a scarf he was given long ago. He hasn’t worn it once, but this seems like a worthy endeavor. Wrapping it around his helm, Bee gets caught up in the folds, trapping in plenty of heat.
(Wrapped up solidly in the scarf, Bee gives out a little beep before poking his head back out.)
“Open your miiind~”
He raises an optic ridge, confused but chuckling.
“I think time has shown that you already have~”
…Yes. It’s not real. It’s the same kind of thing that plagued many of us, there has to be some sort of projectile hub it’s transmitting the hardlight avatar from. Find it and destroy it, and if you can’t find it, I’ll send my scouts to disarm it for you.
… Okay, that’s good. That- that makes me feel a little less bad for some of the things I’ve said to Fakimus.
But- But Megs, that’s the thing- he’s got these tentacles now that whack me whenever I go in- which sounds really funny describing it, but it’s pretty scary!
Then again, the phase shifter should work! So- so, it should be somewhere in the room, right?
If it isn’t in that room, it’s somewhere within transmission radius. Look on the roof, or in the floors below. Ours was on the flight deck, as if it had been shot from out of orbit.
He isn’t real. None of it is. Keep reminding yourself.
mightymegatron replied to your post “Why is Optimus like that in your nightmares???”
He’s still there?
I think so. I haven’t been in my room for a little while- once I got less afraid of the whole offering-me-the-matrix thing, he morphed into something way more terrifying and dangerous.
Wait, was he supposed to disappear or something?
…Yes. It’s not real. It’s the same kind of thing that plagued many of us, there has to be some sort of projectile hub it’s transmitting the hardlight avatar from. Find it and destroy it, and if you can’t find it, I’ll send my scouts to disarm it for you.
Hi. (A little smile.)
(and up Bee goes, right onto the shoulder to camp out. His little hands are cold, and he’s quick to sit down and tuck himself close to Megatron’s head.)
Hi!
After a brief nuzzle, Megatron remembers a scarf he was given long ago. He hasn’t worn it once, but this seems like a worthy endeavor. Wrapping it around his helm, Bee gets caught up in the folds, trapping in plenty of heat.
☺ & ☻
You tend to have good instincts, and I would trust you with any small child or animal.
This, however, does not explain how in the frag you let yourself bond with an idiot who looked danger in the face and blew kisses at it. Have you no self-respect at all?
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