ask-smokescreen:

mighty-megatron replied to your post:also can someone help me get to a medic please…

Where are you.

Uh- at my own place?

/He’s giving his coordinates. It won’t be too hard to find him, since he’s curled up on the floor right next to the given coordinates, bleeding from somewhere underneath his plating./

… By the way, I’m sorry about this, Megatron.

*A bridge whirls to life in the enclosed space, and Megatron barely glances down at him before lifting Smokescreen through it.*

Do not be sorry for what a vile creature did to you.

ask-smokescreen:

mighty-megatron:

::Because you just told me about her. Part of it might be you, but it isn’t that you’re too irritating to be around. You are too trusting, too naive. Some mechs simply cannot be made to change, or care about anyone but themselves.::

::Oh- okay, I thought you were talking about- I mean, I don’t know why you’d know, but- it’s a story.::

::I’m not- I mean, any bot can change for the better- look at you! But I guess you mean they can’t just become good unless they’re actually trying or something, right? So I guess Airachnid probably won’t ever change.::

He rolls his optic at the comment about him changing for the better. Even though, if he’s being honest with himself, it’s true. Megatron is rarely honest with himself.

::…No one can change if they don’t make the choice to try, something no mech can force them to do. Airachnid has not..::

ask-smokescreen:

mighty-megatron:

ask-smokescreen replied to your post:

::If you were not, I would not bother with such a conversation.::

::If this is about Airachnid hating you, ignore her. She is not worth the effort.::

::… You really mean that?::

::How did you- it’s not about just her. It’s happened before- I mean, it makes more sense for me to be the problem than the other bots.::

::Because you just told me about her. Part of it might be you, but it isn’t that you’re too irritating to be around. You are too trusting, too naive. Some mechs simply cannot be made to change, or care about anyone but themselves.::

ask-smokescreen:

mighty-megatron:

Megatron cringed, not because he was disgusted at the display, but because of the circumstances forcing Smokescreen’s speech. He didn’t push the cadet away this time.

“And you were made to spout such emphatic lies…” If he were ever subjected to such a curse, he’s fairly certain that being welded to the berth until it passed would be preferable. For a brief moment, he allowed a servo to rest against Smokescreen’s back.

Smokescreen can’t help but cling further, doorwings perking up with the servo resting against him, surprised at the gesture.

“Empathetic lies- right…” He’s staying close just a little while longer, before he can finally pull himself away, taking a few steps back. Normally, he’s pretty touchy, but even that was a little too much for him!

“They weren’t lies, though.”

The warlord wasn’t one for much physical contact either, grateful when Smokescreen finally pulled away. He stepped back, assuming the magic was overwith and ready to return to the questioning optics of the bridge.

“…If they were not lies, then you are an incredibly frustrating mech. I hold no illusions about eventually “healing old wounds” with you, or any of Optimus’ team. You are right, you should despise me no matter what I do for you now! Expecting anything more is foolish, and to say such things… to mean such things!” The door opens and he steps through, fists balled tight. 

“I can think of nothing more like him.”

ask-smokescreen:

mighty-megatron:

Instinct saves him from an immediate hug, holding Smokescreen away by the shoulder with battle protocols flashing in his mind. He shuts each of them down, staring in confusion at the babbling Autobot. Why would he be saying such things at all, let alone in front of others?!

He looks around at the bridge full of wide-eyed soldiers and glares, pushing Smokescreen away. “What has gotten into you? Control yourself Smokescreen! Or are you incapable?”

A shake of the helm, trying to push forward despite himself with each time Megatron says his name- maybe Megatron’ll pick up on it? He hopes so. For now, he’s starting to cling to Megatron’s arm.

“I’m just- I didn’t realize how important you were to me, but you are, and I’m so glad to personally know you, and- and-” He doesn’t mean to make a scene, but even if he can’t cry, his voice is pretty much wailing all of this out.

Well, who needed a reputation?

This is very clearly abnormal at this point. Either something terrible has happened, or he is under some kind of influence. No matter the cause, this was something better taken care of in private. Megatron, still glaring, picked Smokescreen up and carried him off the bridge, to the nearest vacant room. Finally letting go, he found himself being clung to desperately, by a wailing Autobot ex-cadet.

“…You are not overcharged, but you are being forced to say these things. What happened?”