You know, I feel like celebrating. I have some high grade here, it’s Sunday, and I’m resting in my quarters with my bondmate.

Come and ask me inappropriate questions.

A wakeful state is brought about in stages. Nerve clusters re-learn to fire in the correct order and a gentle breeze is felt. As his optics recalibrate and flicker online, Megatron finds his red filters have been replaced. With a growl of irritation, he blearily finds the command to slide them away. His chronometer says he’s been in stasis for two weeks, earning another irritated groan.

“I don’t recall giving you permission to put me under, Singer…” The vehicon’s voice replies from behind him as he starts to sit up. Everything is at its proper height again, at last.

“My Lord, I would never do so without your permission! But the sedative code took to your neural net very fast, I’m not surprised you don’t remember what happened right away- b-but you should recover from that soon too! Nothing to be concerned about…” At this point, the medic shrank into himself. “Do you… remember what we discussed about Soundwave, sir?” Megatron’s helm whipped over to where Soundwave had been laying, only to find an empty medical berth. Singer ran to stand in his Lord’s view, hands raised in defense.

“He’s still alive still alive, only moved! He’s in your room, still being monitored, but… sir, please take some time before you go. Let yourself remember and then… then consider your choice.” Megatron glared at him, frustrated both at the medic’s maddening indirectness and at his own spotty memory.

Sensing the static fury building in the air, Singer bowed his helm and stepped out of sight again, returning to his station to give his Lord some time to cool off.

Soundwave replayed a recording of Knock Out whistling. Megatron had polished himself for the evening, silver glinting as the edges of his scars caught the light. He smirked at the commentary, hushing his teasing conjunx with a nuzzle to his crest. “Contact me if anything arises, Soundwave… and thank you.” The spymaster removed his mask, just long enough to lean up for a proper kiss. “Of course,” Megatron answered, replying to the question Soundwave’s telepathy had sent him. “I’ll check in, I promise.” Thin digits briefly rested over the sigil on his chest.

“Always,” he replied again. “Enjoy yourself while I’m gone.”

A terrible cry rips through Cybertron’s atmosphere.

The sound is neither organic not mechanical, but it is unquestionably made by something that through unholy forces manages somehow to be alive. Terribly alive. Maddeningly alive, and on the prowl.

It hungers.

Perhaps your glass is yet a mirror, echoing emotions back to you. Admiration is shared and curiosity is abounds as this old mech seeks answers. Your frame is like fire and I would willingly burn myself to cinders in your arms.

Megatron stares at the message for a long time, stock still. It’s a response he hadn’t expected, only hoped for, the echo of his own phrase warming him from within.

…What the hell does he do now?

Internally:

Externally:

Megatron leans back in his chair, setting down his datapad and rubbing between his optics. He really is a fool.

Megatron squints at the ping for a moment, before his optics widened in disbelief. Rigel. He had always reaffirmed that the youngling had to still be alive, that he had to be safe because his captors wouldn’t steal him if they could have just ended his life right there… But seeing that little notification, not an S.O.S. signal, Megatron felt as if the air had cooled around him. It was one thing to believe he was alive and another to have proof. Checking the signal’s origin, he confirms that it came from his own universe, and smiles.

There is relief in his return ping that he doesn’t bother concealing. He doesn’t expect an answer, he’ll contact Blackguard for the details and he still expects Rigel to be cold with him. Their last talk hadn’t ended well, largely on his part. That doesn’t stop him from replying:

::I’m glad to hear you safe, Rigel.::

He wants to ask more, did they hurt you, are they still after you, what did they want, but all that could wait. Rigel was alive.

RULES: You can only say guilty or innocent. You are not allowed to explain anything unless someone messages you or asks you.

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Tagging: ~~I have lost track of who’s done this already so~~ whoever would like to fill this in!

Asked someone to marry you? – Guilty
Kissed one of your friends? – Guilty
Danced on a table in a bar or tavern? – Guilty
Ever told a lie? – Guilty
Had feelings for someone whom you can’t have? – Guilty
Kissed a picture? – Innocent
Slept in until 5pm? – Guilty
Fallen asleep at work or school? – Guilty
Held a snake? – Innocent
Been suspended from school? – Innocent
Worked at a fast food chain/restaurant? – Innocent
Stolen something? – Guilty
Been fired from a job? – Guilty
Done something you regret? – ~~Guilty~~
Laughed until something you were drinking came out of your nose? – Innocent
Caught a snowflake on your tongue? – Innocent
Kissed in the rain? – Innocent
Sat on a roof top? – Guilty
Kissed someone you shouldn’t? – Guilty
Sang in the shower? – Guilty
Peeled off your paint? – Innocent
Slept naked? – Guilty
Had a boxing membership? – Innocent
Made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry? – Guilty
Been in a band? – Innocent
Shot a gun? – Guilty
Donated blood? – Guilty
Eaten alligator meat? – Innocent
Eaten cheesecake? – Innocent
Still loved someone you shouldn’t? – Guilty
Have/had a tattoo? – Guilty
Liked someone, but will never tell who? – Guilty
Been too honest? – Guilty
Ruined a surprise? – Guilty
Ate in a restaurant and got really bloated that you can’t walk after? – Innocent
Erased someone in your friends list? – Guilty
Joined a pageant? – Innocent
Been told that you’re beautiful by someone who totally meant what they said? – Guilty
Still have communication with your ex? – Guilty
Cheated on someone? – Innocent
Got totally drunk one night and you have an important exam tomorrow morning? – Guilty
A total stranger treated you by paying your fare? – Guilty
Got so angry that you cried? – Guilty
Tried to stay away from someone for their own good? – Guilty
Thought about suicide? – Guilty
Thought about murder? – Guilty
Actually murdered someone? – Guilty
Thought about mass murder? – Guilty
Actually committed a mass murder? – Guilty
Rode in a stranger’s vehicle? – Guilty
Stalked someone? – Guilty
Had a girlfriend? – Guilty
Had a boyfriend? – Guilty
Gotten totally drunk during a holiday? – Guity