Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers or related characters. I do, however, own my OC Drillbit.
"Will he make it?" Drillbit appreciated the fact that Starscream didn't even attempt to sound concerned as he asked the question - it would have been a wasted effort. The medic was all too aware of the seeker's disloyal nature.
Not taking his mix-matched optics away from the monitor displaying Megatron's vitals, he answered, "Without a doubt."
It had been a close call, an Autobot sniper had managed to land not one, not two, but three hits to Megatron's chest, damaging the armor and getting dangerously close to his spark. The damage had been repaired however, and he was no longer in critical condition. Drillbit wondered how many Decepticons cared about their leader enough to find that reassuring.
Starscream was standing beside him now, visible just out of the corner of his normal optic. The seeker wasn't planning anything then, otherwise he would have chosen to stand on Drillbit's other side, knowing the circular green lens that served as his right optic didn't have much for peripheral vision. The second in command looked down at their leader, his expression unreadable. Then he turned to Drillbit, the mech turned his head slightly towards the seeker in response.
Starscream leaned forward, a dangerous glint in his crimson optics. "It would be in your best interest to ensure he doesn't, medic," he hissed.
Drillbit frowned in response, but made no verbal protest. It was useless to argue with Starscream - that was better left to his superiors. The lack of protest seemed to satisfy Starscream and he turned to leave med bay. He paused just at the doorway, not bothering to glance over his shoulder, "I expect a report soon, Drillbit."
"Understood," Drillbit answered.
Starscream continued on his way out, the door sliding shut behind him.
Drillbit shook his helm slightly and returned his attention to Megatron's still form. He could follow Starscream's order, it'd be all too easy. It'd look like nothing more than spark failure due to the strain caused by the injury. It would be so easy, painless too. He wouldn't do it though. It wasn't in his nature.
Raising his head, Drillbit turned his helm to the right, looking up at amber optics glittering in the shadows of a tall shelving unit. Starscream hadn't even seen them, but Drillbit had known the moment the bird had found its perch. "If ah wouldn't kill a patient fer Megatron, ya c'n bet ah sure as slag ain't doin' it fer Starscream."
Laserbeak trilled in response, relaying Soundwave's acknowledgement.
The medic once again turned his attention to his injured leader. He couldn't deny the fact that it had been tempting - even with the knowledge Laserbeak was watching his every action. Megatron's death would cause chaos in the Decepticon ranks, everyone vying for leadership even though Starscream was the second in command (he was also Starscream though). The chaos would weaken the Decepticon army, giving the Autobots an advantage... and perhaps bring the war one step closer to being over.
At this point, he didn't care who won. He just wanted the war to end. Needless death and suffer, and for what? It started as a difference in ideals and then had turned into a quest of conquering. It had to end sometime, and the sooner the better. Or else, in the end, they wouldn't all be one, but all be none.
