A quiet knock at the door frame pulls him from his work. Cecilia stands there in the dark… and it was past midnight, wasn’t it? Where had the time gone? He hadn’t even noticed when the machine floor had gone quiet. Max runs a hand over his face and sighs. If it weren’t for his assistant, he would sleep in his office on the long nights. He had before she’d come to work for him, but now with his ~~guard~~ assistant accompanying him to and from work, if he didn’t go home then neither would she.

Standing, he pulls his jacket from the chair and puts it on, leaving his desk in minor disarray. He’d be back soon enough anyway. The car ride to his apartment consisted mostly of Max relaying his plans for the next day, and what he expected Cecelia to get ready for him. Once in the privacy of his home, she checks the building for bugs of any kind. Whether or not anything other than a swift goodbye is exchanged before she leaves for the night, no one can say.

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(Bee’s money is spent, and so is his energy. He climbs back onto Megatron for one final, subtle hug around the neck.)

I’m getting sleepy. (whispers) See you back in the multiverse, my Lord.

*He endures the contact as he has before, nodding his own goodbye.*

the-scrappy-stinger replied to your post: (Lonesome and clingy, Bee crawls into Megatron’s bed and curls up in the center to sleep.)

(One cannot stay asleep with Megatron staring at them. Bee wakes up and curls up smaller.) My house is empty and quiet. … (scooches over to the far side, to make room)

Megatron remains staring for a few more moments. Empty and quiet didn’t bother him. In fact, he often preferred sleeping that way. Of course, he is a hardened, callous warlord, not a social creature. On top of that, this was unheard of. He’d gotten mechs on his berth before through silly memes, and some without, throwing themselves at him in a variety of sicking displays. This however, was a foreign situation.

Stoic as ever, Megatron picks up his datapad, wirelessly accessing the datanet. He sits on the berth, checking the ship’s systems and various other accounts.

“You will leave when I am summoned elsewhere.”

Leaning back, he continues to scroll through the datapad’s files.

((Off to bed. I will post 5 more fluttermegs responses when I am able to. Apart from the mini RPs started by these audio posts, assume that Megatron is back to his fully-armored not-a-tiny-flying-horse-with-a-really-girly-voice self.))

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and wondering whether or not by the rules of that meme he is supposed to give Soundwave some kind of gift. And if so, what? For what purpose; trust? He supposes this is the case. … He cannot match the gift his Third has already given to him. So what could he give?

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xxxsoundwavexxx:

Understood, he will stay guard then. This was a very precarious situation but he promises that he would let no harm befall his Lord

Oh he WOULD cuff him down if Megatron continued to harm himself further. Swift and without mercy.

Finally the other heeded his advice and laid down on the berth. Knowing his processor was running wild, Soundwave mentally sent out strong pulses which should disrupt his neural transmitter and kind of purge his head from thinking too much.

Sometimes, he was relieved to have those abilities, but only sometimes.

At first he fights against the telepathic waves stabilizing his neural net, but Soundwave has done this to him before when sleep refused to come naturally. Slowly they wash over him and his spark’s erratic and agitated pulsations calm and it’s light dims into a state of rest.

Curse you and your abilities, Soundwave. It takes a long while, but Megatron slips into recharge.

spitshineandhammertime:

mighty-megatron:

As will we all.

*He had once written that he would not lay down his weapon until the significance of such an act would go unnoticed. He’d meant it, but it seemed that no matter how close victory came, the Autobots had some way of extending their stubborn resistance. And Optimus Prime refused to die.

Just like me, some unwanted part of him thought.*

… It is getting late, is it not? You should return to your creators.

*He offers a servo to help her down from her high perch.*

Yeah, it is! *She took his hand, opting to hang on and dangle until Megatron put her down.*

*He crouches down to set her on the ground.* Run along then.