Author's Note: I couldn't help it! XD I've rped this pairing before XD Butttttttttt I sooooo had to do more for them XD Omega is going to be like Cerebros and Fortress Maximus. XD having a "head component" XD There will be more short chapters for this one and its set in the same universe as the other Senses story ^^
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot! XD
The silence was literally deafening.
Mouths moved, speaking to him…
He couldn't hear them. He couldn't hear a word…
He could make out a little of what they said, following gestures, attempting to hide his weakness. His shoulders were stiff and straight, body like an unmoving rock, watching the clean up activities going on about him. Giving an order or two through his internal comms, he could hear the chatter… the voices internally…
But he could look around him…
And all was silence.
And for the first time in his entire existence he felt a burning fear, one that consumed every part of him, leaving him drowning within the quiet. There were so many wounded, so many injured, Medbay was overflowing, all those with any medical skills were being put to work, even those with only first aid skills were being hauled in. Magnus stood leaning heavily against a wall, watching everything flowing about him, his optics picking out the bright form of Ratchet treating a badly wounded Airraid, First Aid soon coming to help, the two moving without a word to each other.
Seeing something like that, sent a jealous spark of something running through his chassis, an emotion he had never felt before. Envy. An unexplainable envy that bubbled up at the sight of the two, the Bonded pair were so graceful, working together as one, hands healing… saving lives… loving each other… Love… What was it like to have a love like that? Strong, overpowering, someone who understood everything, welcomed you with open arms and forgave all your failings.
He wanted it.
Craved it.
But his first loyalty was to the Autobot cause. His first thought was of the cause. He had been the one to kill any relationships he had had, none of them had understood him… A big strong Mech who could command an army was not meant to… to ease so gracefully into a submissive role, easily sliding into the awkward… self-conscious and self-denying personality. Ultra Magnus was an Autobot Field Commander, not some… unconfident soldier struggling to believe in his own abilities.
They had been disillusioned with him.
Disillusioned and disappointed.
Disappointed…
It hurt… stinging him.
This silence was deafening to him. Allowing all those little voices in the back of his processors to surface, he should have been stronger than this. Stronger…
Soundwave had crippled him. The sonics the Decepticon had put out had fried every audio circuit he had, for a brief moment there had been so much pain he had thought he had been blinded, when he had risen out of the sound, his rifle still smoking, he had frozen. It had been long moments as the battle raged around him that he realised he couldn't hear anything but the calls over his comm. Ultra Magnus's audios had been completely fried, and it would be a long time before his internal repairs were able to repair it…
He should say something… anything…
His optics glanced about him at the gravely wounded and he was determined suddenly. He could handle this, others needed the care of the Medics far more than he did. His audios would repair themselves.
He could survive this silence.
He was an Autobot, he would not fall to something so…
And then he felt it.
Something warm brushed against his arm, jerking him abruptly from his thoughts. It was a soft touch, rubbing against one massive arm, attempting to get his attention, it was clear his name had been called. He almost jumped out of his armour, surprised that anyone had been able to sneak up on him, but he had been so distracted. Gazing down, he felt his Spark freeze in his chest as he looked down at a rather beautiful Mech, slender limbs and coloured in oranges and grey, almost like a sunset over the desert… One with a concerned look in those green optic. He didn't recognise this Mech. Ultra Magnus prided himself on knowing each and every Mech under the command of Optimus Prime, he had just never seen this beautiful being before.
That beautiful mouth moved.
Magnus tried to make out the words… but it was almost completely hopeless… the only word he caught was: hurt?
He shook his head. He would be fine… Others needed more help then he.
Green optics narrowed slightly on him, that servo tightened against his arm, tugging Magnus to stand on his own two feet and he wobbled ever so slightly. Those lips pressed into a firm rather displeased line, clearly not believing Magnus. Clearly stubborn enough to face off against Magnus, those servos were sliding over his black and blue armour as far as he could reach, gaining small flinches as those fingers touched sensitive wounds that the giant Mech had been ignoring.
"No… I'm fine, please tend to the others." His words almost rushed together, he could not hear them, could feel his lips moving but could not hear his own voice. It was most disconcerting indeed for him.
A finger slipped together armour plating and abruptly a jolt of hot pain burnt up through Ultra Magnus's frame and he almost yelped. This Medic knew how to make a point, but soon those fingers were stroking softly over the injured area, soft and slow as if attempting to apologise for the action.
Let me.
Those lips moved more slowly, more clearly for him, clearly knowing that something was wrong. And Magnus found himself being tugged by those fingers towards a recently vacated berth, out of view of most of the rest of Medbay, he went unresisting, knowing he would end up making that unfamiliar bot angry… He was manoeuvred on wobbly legs, before two hands rested square in the middle of his chassis, and he felt a jolt of heat rush through him at the touch, fingertips lightly brushing against his chest plate. Before he was being shoved backwards, the force enough to get him sitting on the low makeshift berth that groaned under his weight.
No complains from you. You need care now. If not me… I could get Ratchet.
Those lips moved slowly for him, Magnus's attention fixed on them, almost completely transfixed, with a shiver he willingly gave into that touch. The last thing the Autobot Commander wanted was to cause trouble for Ratchet when there were so many others in need of attention.
And hands were suddenly going up to either side of his head, there was a slight tingle rushing through his systems at the touch, a powerful scan washing through him. The feeling of it strangely familiar, he had felt a scan like this before… recently… But his processors couldn't place it. Digits lightly brushed against his audios and lightly touched them, and he didn't react other than to wince sharply after a moment.
Those green optics widened slightly, having had a suspicion, which was now confirmed… A hint when Magnus had jerked so badly when the Autobot usually knew immediately if someone approached him.
A finger tapped against Magnus's internal comm, indicating whether the Mech wished to speak through that… but the transmissions might be picked up… someone might notice… Blaster was being treated nearby… He couldn't… Couldn't risk someone else finding out…
"Please… I can wait." His voice was hesitant and quieter than usual.
No. You need repairs now. If I don't do something… A small shiver ran through that frame, some idea deeply troubling those pretty features.
And the beautiful medic was dipping around the edge of the barrier to retrieve several repair tools and small components, appearing moment's later, watching as Magnus sagged heavily against the berth, which groaned under his frame. Exhaustion was taking its toll, the Mech however was still presenting a determined and strong front, but…
The Medic sat down beside Magnus, barely two third's the giant blue and black Mech's side, a hand stroking across his arm again, drawing in closer. Those green optics were watching him for a moment, hoping that Magnus would trust him. Lean against me. It was a soft whisper that came from nowhere, startled bright blue optics widened before his body instantly obeyed, grateful for the support as his head dripped to allow the other Mech to reach his audio… The Medic was 'leaning' back against Magnus, appearing as if it were the bigger Mech holding the smaller one up.
"I… I apologise, I must have missed the last landing… I am not familiar with you… Medic…"
A charming smile, green optics sparkling at Magnus from out of the corner of his gaze. I got drafted into helping. A soft laugh, a gentle shaking of that frame pressed against his. I've just have lots of experience with self repairs… Big self repairs.
"Big?"
I am Omega Supreme.
And for one moment, Magnus had the strangest expression on his face. Shock and true surprise. Now this was something even he had never expected. This couldn't be Omega Supreme… but those optics sparkled at him again. Could it really be?
PLEASEEEEEEEEE review! I hope I got Ultra Magnus's character right any suggestions are welcome!
