Hey. This is a two-shot. The first one is about how I think Orion Pax sees Megatron, after being a part from him for so long.

Anyway, Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers, it belongs to Hasbro. Nor do I own the humanized universe being used, it belongs to Demyrie. I don't own the song "Lips of An Angel" it belongs to Hinder.

Enjoy.

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Lips of an Angel

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The nights in Detroit were always lit with the lights coming from windows of it's tall buildings, illuminating it with bright, warm glows.

Orion sat at his desk in his office, going over files for criminals for a line-up tomorrow, while his wife Ariel, was busy in the other room, folding the laundry.

Pax groaned, as his forehead. It was already ten fifty, and he had a big day tomorrow, with all the cases to solve, and the suspects to sort through, as well, as keeping the peace, and making sure Sentinel didn't let his ego inflate too big. He placed a pencil by his ear, running his hand through his cyan-dyed blue and silver hair.

He played with his glasses a moment before the phone rang.

Sighing, he picked it up, expecting it to be his brother, Ultra Magnus, to talk about work or his best friend since childhood, Dion, trying to get him to come to the bar tonight, and relax from work for once.

"Orion Pax speaking," he said, placing the phone on his shoulder, and sorting through papers.

There was a moment of silence, before he heard a deep shaky breath from the other end.

"Hey Orion," the voice came out, quiet, and soft, but he had no problem recognizing it.

And it caused him to freeze, holding one of the papers in the air, his gaze looking off at nothing, his shock settling in. He hadn't hear that voice...in over twenty years, and here it was, caressing his ears like they were pure silk.

"Megatron..." he said, softly, his voice slightly wheezy in it's shock.

He heard a soft chuckle from the other end, "Have time to...talk for a bit?"

Orion blinked, before he looked back into the bedroom, and saw Ariel still standing there, folding laundry, her soft, slightly grey honey-blonde hair tied in a ponytail, as she wore her favored plain, pink dress.

"Um...well..." what could he say? What the hell would he say to the man he was once...and still was in love with, after hearing him speak?

"How are you?" Megatron asked softly, and suddenly, any words of rejection and thoughts of hanging up, were put to a stop. It was almost like hie throat was clogged, silencing him from giving him an excuse to hang up.

He answered, "I'm good. You?"

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"Honey why ya calling me, so late?

It's kind of hard to talk right now..."

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He heard another shaky breath from the end, and for a moment, there was a small pause. He heard a soft sniffle, and realized that Megatron, the strong, and prideful Megatron was, not dramatically or sobbing, but simply softly and quietly crying.

"Babe?" he whispered, using an old pet name he had given him, "...what happened?"

"Honey why ya crying

Is everything okay?"

Instead of getting a direct answer, he heard a small hum of puzzlement.

"Why are you speaking so softly?" he asked, true curiosity in his voice.

Orion rubbed the bridge of his nose. How did he explain this one, that he was married for the past twenty something years, after getting a girl pregnant?

Instead he said softly, "My...my girl is in the other room."

"Oh..." came the reply, gentle, but he sensed some disappointment.

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"I gotta whisper cause I can't be too loud..."

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It caused something within Orion to twinge along with other things he was guilty about that were long in the past and mostly too late to save. He could still wish and dream about setting them right, though. But right now, that voice, that wonderful, deep voice he first fell in love with so long ago, filled his ears.

What had happened to them, in the first place, to cause them to be so a part from each other for so long, and that voice would still have so much power over him. And now, listening to it, he knew only one thing: Megatron must have missed him too. He could hear in the disappointment, that he as with someone else, sensing the hope that was now crushed.

If only Megatron knew how many years he spent, wishing it was him, instead of her lying beside him at night. He stayed, only because he couldn't leave his son, Optimus, who deserved to have loving parents, instead of a pair of crappy ones like Orion and Ultra had.

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"Well, My girl's in the next room

Sometimes I wish she was you,

I guess we never really moved on..."

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"It's good to hear from ya babe," he admitted, with a smile, as he reached into his desk drawer, and pulled out a picture.

It was a picture of him and Megatron, Orion in his early twenties, while Megatron was only just turned twenty himself. His black hair, long and combed into a neat braid, wearing a grey t-shirt, while Orion kept a porcelain, white arm wrapped around him, possessively, wearing a red, sleeveless shirt.

Dion had taken the picture while the two weren't looking.

"It's been...what, twenty three years, Orion?" Megatron whispered.

Orion closed his eyes when he imagined his name rolling off those perfect lips he had once kissed so lovingly. He had to keep himself from shuddering, in fear of this attracting Ariel's attention.

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"It's really good to hear your voice

Saying my name

It sounds so sweet...

Coming from the lips of an angel,

Hearing those words, it makes me weak!"

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He closed his bright blue eyes to savor it for a moment. He never wanted to hang up this phone. He could sit there all night and listen to whatever Megatron had to say to him.

"Yeah...I missed you," Orion said gently, before he heaved a sigh, "It's been...too long Megsy."

"I know Orion. I know," came the reply, so tender and forgiving...

He just wanted to get lost in it all again. And he would've if it didn't concern Ariel. He cared for her, enough to sleep with her, but he could never actually have her as his lover. He didn't lover her, but he care about her feelings and was considerate of her.

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"And I never want to say goodbye,

But girl you make it hard to be faithful...

With the lips of an angel..."

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Orion smiled, "It's strange that you're talking to me now. I was thinking about you only a few days ago."

"Really now? And, what pray tell were thinking of?" he asked, a slight hint of suggestion in his tone.

"How much I missed you," he answered, honestly, keeping his voice soft, and unnoticeable by his wife, "and...wondering if you found anyone... else"

There was a moment of silence. And in the moment, Orion wasn't sure if Megatron hung up and he hadn't heard the click.

Then...

"...Yes..." Orion stiffened slightly, when Megatron confirmed it, "Yes I have Orion..."

Pax blinked, "Does...does he know you're...?"

"No. He's...kind of possessive of me, you could say... I...I'm making the call while he's out..."

"..." Orion rubbed at his eyes, "...I don't want to start anything between you and him Megsy..."

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"It's funny that you'r talking to me,

Tonight.

And yes I've dreamed of you too...

Does he know you're talking to me?

Will is start a fight?"

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Pax heard a deep heavy sigh at the other end, an exhausted one. It spoke many things, in one breath to Orion.

"Doesn't matter anymore," Megatron said softly, "What about...you're girl?" it was said in a tone of reluctance.

Orion thought about Ariel again, and he heard the ruffle of laundry, ruffling softly, as it was being folded. She knew about his past with Megatron. But Orion believe, no he knew that she had no clue who he was speaking to.

"No idea," he hissed.

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"No I don't think she has a clue..."

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He reached up and rubbed at the small stubble on his face, in thought, closing his eyes.

"I miss you..." Orion opened his eyes when he heard those words: soft, and...sincere.

And hearing that small confession, Orion smiled.

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"Well, my girl's in the next room

Sometimes I wish she was you

I guess we never really moved one...

It's really good to hear your voice, saying my name

It sounds so sweet..."

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"Megsy..." Orion sighed. In his mind he wanted to tell him how much he still mattered to him, how much he missed him, how much he loved him still. He wanted to hear those words said back to him, in that sweet voice, coming from those soft, gentle lips.

But in reality it would be near impossible: Ariel was fragile, and he just couldn't abandon her, or hurt her. She loved him, but he didn't return it. She knew this, but tried anyway. He couldn't leave her broken, or that would just be another thing he would regret in his life.

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"Coming from the lips of an angel

hearing those words, it makes me weak...

And I never want to say goodbye!

But girl you want it hard to be faithful...

With the lips of an angel..."

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Orion shook his head, "...I'm sorry..." he put the photo down, back into the drawer. Sorry for leaving him, sorry he married someone else, sorry that he seemed to hurt people he grew close to. And he hoped Megatron would hear all those things in those two simple words.

He waited for an answer.

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"Honey, why ya calling me, so late?

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There was a shaky breath at the other end.

*click*

Orion heard the dial tone. He shook slightly, before he practically slammed the phone back down.

Ariel looked up, startled, and then stared at her husband, who now had his face resting in his hands, trembling slightly. But instead of going to comfort him, she stayed put and watched him, rolling her lips.

Pax rubbed at his eyes, trying to keep his tears at bay.

I am a fool, he thought, taking another shaky breath.

A fool for leaving what was his behind. A fool, who let himself get drunk and impregnate a woman he didn't love. A fool, who could never take it all back, without more pain.

A fool for hurting his Angel.

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The second One-shot is about Ultra Magnus sees Megatron.

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