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@radioactivibee answered:

37. Broken vertebra

He can’t quite hold back a sigh. Whether it’s annoyed or resigned is anyone’s guess. But even after anything, even if this feels disgustingly vindictive, Bumblebee can’t leave the former warlord to suffer. Even for their species, spinal strut injuries were tricky and painful. It’s a blessing and a curse that Bumblebee is so much smaller.

“Don’t move, focus on me,” he commands softly, kneeling to gently work his way through gaps in silver playing. “I’m gonna disconnect a few relays, lessen the pain to something more bearable. But you need to be able to feel if something else goes wrong before real help gets here. Hold on, this might sting a bit.”

Already, he’s popping an energon cube out of a subspace pocket. “Optics up, Megatron. I need you online while we wait. You could give me some kind of grandiose speech about change…or tell me what you need those relics for. Smokescreen mentioned something a while back. Aren’t those better left behind as stories for sparklings? I never told my Council about them, don’t you think that’s too much power for one government to hold?”

Another sigh, the sound of a popping seal. “Never mind, you can tell me when you’re repaired. Here. Keep your energon up. I don’t know who did this or if it was intentional, but if they could take you down, they’ll mow me over in a sparkbeat. We’re gonna need that cannon of yours functional and ready to go, leave aiming the damn thing to me.”

Megatron has to keep reminding himself that Bumblebee is no longer an enemy. It isn’t easy, when all of his battle protocols keep pinging him to stay alert, to defend against the thing that is currently still attacking him. No, Bumblebee didn’t do this to him. The Insecticon did. It hadn’t latched onto him with that… appendage, he’d severed it first, but it hadn’t acted like any Insecticon he’d ever fought. Another thought chilled him. There’s never just one.

[[SYSTEM SHUTDO- Action Overridden.]]

The warlord’s optics flickered. There was a cube in front of him that wasn’t there a moment ago and he took it, willing his servo not to shake. Focus on the pain. You’ve been through worse. Stay awake. “Relics. Smokescreen. I don’t care about… the relics. But we don’t know… which of the-”

[[SYSTEM SH- Action Overridden.]]

He growled as Bumblebee grazed against a cracked sensor. “Which of the coordinates will lead to… the Allspark. It was never recovered in my Universe…” Because I killed the last mech who knew its location.

Megatron grew still and quiet, listening. His cannon charged. “You better have been serious… about aiming for me.”

A small, yellow sparkling toddles up to Megatron and simply pokes his pede. “Big.”

radioactivibee:

mightymegatron:

This is certainly unexpected. Normally the small Bumblebee that approached him is not his own.

“Yes… I am big. You on the other hand, are very small.”

Something in his spark trembles when the very, very big mech speaks, but Bumblebee doesn’t possess the higher processing functions needed to interpret the feeling properly. Instead, he takes a step back and tilts his helm.

“No, you are too big.” He nods to himself, satisfied. “And pointy.”

This earns a deadpan stare. He’s never been called “too big” before, and the absurdity almost gets a laugh out of him. 

“Really, now? Well… I can reach very high things. What can you do?”

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radioactivibee:

What happened in your universe that was so different? Why didn’t you, like, actually kill me at Tyger Pax? What else did you see in my mind? What did it feel like to die and do you feel empty to? How much of the war do you regret?

…What can I do to help?

Having never researched your universe, I can’t say. I can only speak for my own experiences of the war.

Crushing your voicebox seemed like a fitting punishment for a stubborn scout who refused to talk. At the time whether you lived or not was irrelevant, it would have sent the same message to the Autobots. Now, I am glad for your survival.

While you were offline I saw nothing, and was easily able to take control. When you were awake, I saw your connection to Rafael, and didn’t kill him knowing that I could use that later. I saw you, shorter and weaker than you were in reality.

I have come to the brink of death many times, the closest being the space bridge explosion and of course, my defeat at your hand. My spark felt pulled away somewhere, but Unicron’s claws held it back. My body was unresponsive, and all I was aware of during the worst of it was an extremely dulled pain, which I clung to with any strength I had left. If it hurt, then I was still alive.

I am not allowed to feel empty. He is always there. Sometimes, I would rather feel the emptiness you describe.

Regret is a luxury. The past cannot be altered, whether I still agree with my choices or not. The future is what can still be affected.

Anything would be appreciated. Smokescreen is starting up an educational service, for those who have been off-planet for millenia. Talk to people, improve relations. Stop wandering around dangerous abandoned prisons and going out to Primus-knows where on your own.

💌

💌: how would my muse go about confessing to someone they liked? would they do it indirectly or directly, or maybe not at all?

Too often, not at all. In his busy life Megatron has liked and even fallen in love with several mechs, and he’s only admitted it to two of them. Much more often, things fell apart or the other died before he dared say anything. It takes him a long time to determine if it’s worth the risk.

When he actually has does confess, he does so in private. While he might appear as sure of himself and powerful as always, there is hardly a time when he’s more nervous, standing away from the person and often not looking at them. Megs hates every moment until they answer, hates feeling so vulnerable.

And for the new year, he’ll offer a servo. “I’m sorry for how I treated you before. It was unnecessary and retributive. If you’ll let me, I’m willing to work with you as a liaison of sorts for the betterment of both our universes.”

The gesture is, frankly, unexpected. Cooperation is something that he’s worked for, but progress had been so slow that Bumblebee, of all people, extending his servo first isn’t something he’s prepared for. He looks Bee in the optic, analyzing his tone for a moment before reaching out as well.

“We have both done things to earn each other’s distrust, Bumblebee. Think nothing of it. I look forward to working with you, and your Cybertron.”

Another Autobot willing to work together… If only he’d known this could have been possible from the start.

  radioactivibee:

That couldn’t possibly be it, but he had to take Megatron’s word for it. His dwindling energon levels forced him not to be picky. For now, he could play nice. Be wary, yes, but civil.

The sound of bridge echoed down the corridor. Bumblebee raised his helm, watching as the looming silhouette grew closer and closer. He glared as Megatron laughed, forcing himself to stand and at least give the illusion that he held control of the situation. The mechanism creaked, digging into his armor just a little deeper. He couldn’t hold back a hiss.

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“You kept a lot of information here, maybe more than you should have. Not to mention Kaon was the best maintained out of the citystates, I got the power back up here. I figured there was something worth finding…”

He sighed, shaking his helm as he pushed off the wall. Swaying on his good pede, he took a hesitant step towards Megatron. “Ok, sure, whatever, c-can we just get going? It’s creeping closer to unbearable again.”

Megatron straightened back up, shaking his helm with an amused smirk.

“Impressive that you reactivated the power grid, but failing to shut down the security measures could have gotten you killed. You’re lucky the secondary mechanism is stuck, or I would be extracting your shredded limb from its gears.” It was still a possibility, if a slim one. The grinder had been rusted still over ages of improper maintenance, but if the occasional creak was anything to go by, it was still trying to turn. Best to remove it as soon as possible.

“You really think we would have left this place to rot without stripping it of sensitive data? Your opinion of me is even lower than I expected.” Putting himself on the side of Bee’s injured leg, Megatron offered an arm to brace against. Thankfully, it was the one without a cannon strapped to it.

“You shouldn’t have come here alone, Scout. Even without the traps, there are scraplet nests in these decrepit buildings. Are you trying to disappear into the wastes?”

radioactivibee:

(( @mightymegatron || from [x] ))

Megatron smirked behind his console.

::If you are in need of assistance in escaping a dilapidated Decepticon
prison without further injury, it stands to reason that the person who
had a hand in designing said facility would know how to navigate it
safely. Additionally, a space bridge and medical attention certainly
aren’t anything to disregard.::

::What are your coordinates?::

…Frag, he was right. Getting help from Megatron still wasn’t high on his list, but Bumblebee knew when to suck up his pride and ask for assistance.

:: Fine. I’m at Kaon’s prison, I’ll ping you the exact coordinates. What do you want in return? You wouldn’t do this without reason. ::

::Nothing but your consideration.::

The coordinates arrive shortly and Megatron briefly debates sending a team of Vehicons to the site… but no. Bumblebee may trust him less, but if he was ever going to begin reconstructing relations with the Autobots, it was going to take more than Smokescreen’s word.

He tread through the swirling vortex to find himself in the shell of a building he’d once been familiar with. Even this place had been ransacked, holding scraplets and glitchmice rather than prisoners. By the looks of things however, some of the old traps had withstood the test of time. When he looked down at the former scout with his leg caught in one, he couldn’t help but chuckle.

“This is not a place for sight-seeing and scavenging. It should be condemned.” Kneeling down, he went to remove the vice, but glared at it instead. “You’ll have to endure this until you’re hooked up to energon reserves. It wouldn’t do to have you leaking the whole way there.”