Author's note: Random crack my sister and I came up with, we're both going straight to hell for this one. Inspired by a scene on a TV show. We only heard it so we don't know what the show actually was, that script belongs to where ever it came from.
Warning: Armada-verse. A quick peak into Megatron's mind, slight hints at implied slash. Poor Megs XD…
Disclaimer: -sings to the tune of "This Land is My Land"- These are not your rights, nor are they my rights! We cannot pwn them, 'cause Hasbro owns them! If I don't back off, they'll blow my head off! These rights aren't owned by you or me!!
Daydreams
It was a typical day at the Decepticon moon base. Starscream was sitting on his own mumbling to himself and his mini-con Swindle, Sideways was off on his own doing whatever it was that he did, Cyclonus and Demolisher were standing in front of Megatron's throne, bickering, and trying to get their leader to side with them over this debate.
Megatron rolled his optics. He prayed that a mini-con would activate, just so that they could get out and do something, and he knew he wasn't the only one who was bored either. Leader One sat on his shoulder beeping quietly about his own boredom.
"Master?" The silver mini-con sighed; this was a private message so only Megatron could interpret the bungle of beeps and clicks, "What are you thinking about?"
Megatron sighed himself, he wasn't thinking about anything actually… well one thing.
Don't those two ever shut up?
Heaving another sigh Megatron tried to think of other things. It was very hard; much harder than it should have been. His thoughts finally rested on Demolisher and Cyclonus again, but in a much different manner.
"Hello?" Cyclonus called out. His voice echoed in the empty void of Megatron's imagination. "Hey! Anyone here!? Ugh, I expected so much more of Megatron's mind than this."
"Cyclonus?" another voice answered.
"Demolisher? You're here too? What are you doing in Megatron's mind?"
The other Decepticon shrugged and a smirk played on his lips that would never make its way on the real Demolisher's face. "Just look' in around for any hot bots." He took a step toward Cyclonus.
The first mech took three steps back before finally managing to stutter, "W-wait a minute, Demolisher you're not a fag!"
Demolisher paused and gazed at Cyclonus with a confused countenance. "Well…" he said slowly "I…guess here, in Megatron's mind…I am."
Cyclonus stared at his fellow Decepticon, slowly taking in what he said. Then he shuddered at his own discovery, "I…I think in here…I am too."
The two of them took several steps closer to each other. "So…what are we going to do?" Demolisher asked.
"Let's make out!" Was the reply when Cyclonus jumped up as kissed him square on the lips.
Poof.
Daydream gone.
Apparently while Megatron was out, the two Decepticons from his fantasy had stopped arguing and were now just casually talking.
"Slag," The Decepticon lord muttered. "Why do my daydreams always end just as it gets to the sexy part?"
Demolisher and Cyclonus gave their leader a strange look, but Megatron had already drifted of into an all new fantasy.
Megatron was standing at an alter nervously twiddling a ring between his fingers. He was waiting for his betrothed, the bot was still in the back of the sanctuary. Scavenger was to walk him up the isle. It seemed an eternity, but at last the door opened, Optimus Prime came walking down the isle with Scavenger hooked to his arm. Optimus was smiling shyly at Megatron from behind a white veil.
"Here comes the bride," The choir of Mini-cons sang "Red, blue and wide…"
Author's End Note: XD… Demolisher/Cyclonus is going to become a new favorite of mine, I just know it…
V.E.: This is partly my story too, so leave nice reviews or I'll come after you with the Star Saber that I have unrightfully stolen. -Bwrahahahahaha-
