How.. unprompted.
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Tag: asksmokescreen
Megs, Megs, Megs- how’re you doing? Can you watch me right now?
When Smokescreen comes in, Megatron backs away from Soundwave’s berth, letting go of his thin servo.
“I’m regaining strength, but I welcome distraction.”
Megatron glares at Smokscreen for the pitiful rev, but has found success with small victories. He lets it slide.
“There had been no change these last few weeks. His brain is active, his nanites had repaired any damage from the battle, but he has yet to awaken.”
Singer had warned him that it was similar to when Megatron himself was in a coma for several weeks. There was no way of being able to tell when, or if he would wake up. The warlord clenches his fists. His voice is quieter the second time.
“There has been no change.”
Hey, it was a rev! Smokescreen finally transforms, though mostly to come closer and pat Megatron, then hold his arm looking worried for him. He’s quiet for several moments, not sure what to say.
“This kinda thing takes time, right? I’m sure he’ll be back before we know it. And wait, if his brain’s active, there’s gotta be something going on, right? Would there be some way to know what’s going on with his mind?”
It would take time, but how much time no one could say. When he had used dark energon, he’d been connected to Soundwave in the way that all infected creatures were. He could feel the energy within him, felt its pull and was able to pull back. They hadn’t been able to bond properly, but he imagined it might feel something like that someday. He mourned its absence, even if he was grateful he wasn’t mourning Soundwave any longer. He shook his helm.
“Soundwave’s mind is the most heavily encrypted system in several galaxies. He can’t be accessed if he doesn’t want to be accessed, and all of this has activated his security programs. The most we can tell is that he is dreaming or reliving some memory… as I once did in that very berth.”
Megs, Megs, Megs- how’re you doing? Can you watch me right now?
When Smokescreen comes in, Megatron backs away from Soundwave’s berth, letting go of his thin servo.
“I’m regaining strength, but I welcome distraction.”
“Really? That’s good! And- how’s Soundwave doing, for that matter?”
Smokescreen nods, transforming to his alt mode, and is staying in it, though he’s staying completely still.
Megatron looks to his left, neither to Soundwave nor Smokescreen.
“Rev your engine. It’s too enclosed to drive in here, but you’ve got to trust that you can use it in this form again.”
Smokescreen’s starting to hesitate, still holding still. “I will, I will! But- Soundwave will get better, right?”
“Rev your engine, and I’ll tell you,” he says without looking in the car’s direction.
The quickest rev comes out almost immediately, though it is pretty soft.
“Now you’ll tell me, right?”
Megatron glares at Smokscreen for the pitiful rev, but has found success with small victories. He lets it slide.
“There had been no change these last few weeks. His brain is active, his nanites had repaired any damage from the battle, but he has yet to awaken.”
Singer had warned him that it was similar to when Megatron himself was in a coma for several weeks. There was no way of being able to tell when, or if he would wake up. The warlord clenches his fists. His voice is quieter the second time.
“There has been no change.”
Megs, Megs, Megs- how’re you doing? Can you watch me right now?
When Smokescreen comes in, Megatron backs away from Soundwave’s berth, letting go of his thin servo.
“I’m regaining strength, but I welcome distraction.”
“Really? That’s good! And- how’s Soundwave doing, for that matter?”
Smokescreen nods, transforming to his alt mode, and is staying in it, though he’s staying completely still.
Megatron looks to his left, neither to Soundwave nor Smokescreen.
“Rev your engine. It’s too enclosed to drive in here, but you’ve got to trust that you can use it in this form again.”
Smokescreen’s starting to hesitate, still holding still. “I will, I will! But- Soundwave will get better, right?”
“Rev your engine, and I’ll tell you,” he says without looking in the car’s direction.
Megs, Megs, Megs- how’re you doing? Can you watch me right now?
When Smokescreen comes in, Megatron backs away from Soundwave’s berth, letting go of his thin servo.
“I’m regaining strength, but I welcome distraction.”
“Really? That’s good! And- how’s Soundwave doing, for that matter?”
Smokescreen nods, transforming to his alt mode, and is staying in it, though he’s staying completely still.
Megatron looks to his left, neither to Soundwave nor Smokescreen.
“Rev your engine. It’s too enclosed to drive in here, but you’ve got to trust that you can use it in this form again.”
Megs, Megs, Megs- how’re you doing? Can you watch me right now?
When Smokescreen comes in, Megatron backs away from Soundwave’s berth, letting go of his thin servo.
“I’m regaining strength, but I welcome distraction.”
Hey Megs, how’re you feeling today? You think we can practice transforming again today?
“Asking me to practice, taking the initiative. Very good. Go on.”
Megatron looks over at the wall for a moment, glaring. “I’m feeling trapped in here, but there isn’t any help for that.”
/Smokescreen’s coming by this time and is giving Megatron a long present, currently wrapped up in a box./ So I should transform again today, right?
“You should.” He carefully takes the box, confused as he unwraps it. “What is the meaning of this? It’s no occasion I can recall.”
Smokescreen nods, staying close to Megatron, but transforming. It takes a little less time to transform this time!
“Do I need a special occasion? I just wanted to give you something!” It’s a very long pillow, almost as long as some two-wheelers! “I have something else I wanna show you, but I need to practice more with it.”
After a few minutes, Smokescreen transforms again, walking over to lean on Megatron, sighing in relief. It was still nerve wracking, but he was starting to get more comfortable transforming with Megatron around.
He pauses in his opening of the present to watch Smokescreen as he transforms. There’s not as much resistance this time, and he’s even able to talk in vehicle mode, staying for a few minutes rather than seconds. He doesn’t say so, but if Smokescreen gets close enough he may feel pride in Megatron’s field.
…Until he turns the pillow over, and finds a suggestively posed version of himself on the other side. “…I hesitate to ask where, or how or why you have this.”
/Smokescreen’s coming by this time and is giving Megatron a long present, currently wrapped up in a box./ So I should transform again today, right?
“You should.” He carefully takes the box, confused as he unwraps it. “What is the meaning of this? It’s no occasion I can recall.”
Megatron? I think I’m ready to transform.
Megatron nods, taking a few moments to stand from his place on the berth. He walks over to the center of the medbay, the largest open space in the room.
“Alright, then. I’m watching.”
Smokescreen pauses, waiting for Megatron to come over, and another moment, just to prepare himself…
His transformation is a bit slow, but that might just be from not having done it for a while. But Smokescreen manages to stay in his alt mode for almost a minute before transforming back and running towards Megatron!
He waits, arms folded behind his back. There is nothing to be rushed, it has to be Smokescreen’s choice.
When he finally transforms, Megatron can see the sticking, his very T-cog resisting, but it’s progress. The warlord smiles, satisfied as he stays that way for a few moments. He isn’t surprised when Smokescreen pops back into his root mode, although he wasn’t expecting the Autobot to run towards him. Smokescreen clings to his leg… and Megatron lays a servo on his upper back, between tense doorwings.
“Very good.”
If anyone asked, Smokescreen would just say that clinging to Megatron might make it so the Lord High Protector might get hit with magic instead, but being near him does feel safer.
He wasn’t expecting the servo on his back, but he’s not squirming away, and seems to be slowly relaxing. Even being transformed for a short time made Smokescreen’s frame pretty tense, as if anticipating some magic to hit again.
“That’s it? No tricks?” Smokescreen’s looking up, starting to loosen his grip on Megatron.
He raised an optic ridge, but didn’t remove his servo.
“No tricks.” For a few moments, Megatron looked around the medbay. Nothing had changed. Singer was seated at his table, watching the whole affair but refraining from comment. All was well. His gaze returned to Smokescreen, smirking.
“The first step, proving you’re stronger than your fear. Very good. Tomorrow, do it again. For now, rest.”
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