Megatron tilts his helm, considering Smokescreen and his rider, who gets a smile as well. He leans over from his place, seated on the edge of Soundwave’s berth. “Really. Go on.”
Tag: asksmokescreen
Oh dear he’s late. Megatron pings Smokescreen with a glyph that stands for ‘not an emergency.’ ::I hope that you are celebrating your creation, Smokescreen. I do as well.::
::MEGS Megs megs how are you feeling? Can I come over? I’ve got cake for you!::
Megatron was gaining bits and pieces of strength every day. He was getting up and walking regularly, now able to make it twice around the room before he needed to lean on something. Soundwave still hadn’t awoken, but he was a healthy color again, and he’d been taken off of his precautionary sedative. Now it was just a matter of waiting.
Not particularly good at waiting, Megatron latched on to the distraction. ::You may come. I’m well enough to sit up here.::
Megs? Is everything okay? I grabbed some documents from your place- and I’ve got some comics for you! How’re you feeling? Is Soundwave okay?
“Comics?” Megatron is sitting down again but he motions for Smokescreen to stop for a moment, gesturing over to Soundwave. He’s a dull version of his usual navy away, chest plating rising and falling to aid in ventilation. Laserbeak isn’t docked, but is perched atop his chest, flaring his wings in aggression.
“Careful, it’s the first time he’s been allowed in here since the transplant. He’s feeling rather protective.”
“Comics! I’ve got all the classics- I can pick a story for you, if you want! And I got some documents when you’re up for it so you can keep up to date on Cybertron, when you’re ready to do Lord High Protector-y things again.”
Smokescreen’s waving at Laserbeak, making a point of staying close to Megatron, though he’s taking a look at Soundwave- he’s ventilating, at least, which is a good start!
“Can’t say I blame him. But he knows he can shoot me down if I get too close, right? It’ll be fine!”
The documents pique his interest, he’s been gone for quite some time… it feels shameful to have to hide here while he looks like Unicron’s spawn. He won’t be able to keep it up much longer.
Laserbeak snaps the ends of his data cables at Smokescreen, be he finds the deal acceptable. He relaxes, nestling into Soundwave’s chest with his wings resting flat over him like a tiny metal blanket.
“What sort of stories?”
Megs? Is everything okay? I grabbed some documents from your place- and I’ve got some comics for you! How’re you feeling? Is Soundwave okay?
“Comics?” Megatron is sitting down again but he motions for Smokescreen to stop for a moment, gesturing over to Soundwave. He’s a dull version of his usual navy away, chest plating rising and falling to aid in ventilation. Laserbeak isn’t docked, but is perched atop his chest, flaring his wings in aggression.
“Careful, it’s the first time he’s been allowed in here since the transplant. He’s feeling rather protective.”
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.”
/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.”
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.”
/Smokescreen’s finally waking up, gently nudging Megatron./ Have you had any energon yet? How are you feeling today? Do you want to watch a movie?
He’s only had intravenous energon, the surgeon having to rig him up as he sat on the floor. There was no moving the bulk of his usual body, let alone several tons more. Megatron hadn’t stopped him. He also didn’t remember powering down, but he must have at some point.
“… Like I could sleep another five cycles. No… No movies. You said that you wanted to… talk about something.”
“Me too- me too. We should get some more rest. We all deerve it after all of that.” Smokescreen’s starting to try to check on Megatron, see if there’s anything obviously wrong, rubbing his back.
“Oh! Oh yeah, I was planning on grabbing some materials for Cybertron that I can take care of for you until you feel better- is there anything you need done? And I can get you some nice energon.”
With a frame like his, it’s harder to tell what isn’t wrong. Singer isn’t so frantic in his analysis though, so it’s safe to assume nothing’s gone critical. Was there anything he needed…
“Rex. The Cyberhound. Ensure he’s been fed.” Anything to give him a moment of privacy. Just a few moments; afterwards, he won’t want to be alone with the medic.
/Smokescreen’s finally waking up, gently nudging Megatron./ Have you had any energon yet? How are you feeling today? Do you want to watch a movie?
He’s only had intravenous energon, the surgeon having to rig him up as he sat on the floor. There was no moving the bulk of his usual body, let alone several tons more. Megatron hadn’t stopped him. He also didn’t remember powering down, but he must have at some point.
“… Like I could sleep another five cycles. No… No movies. You said that you wanted to… talk about something.”
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.::
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.
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.::
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?”
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