My attempt at something other than just smut, although there will be smut/slash in here, it won't be THE focus. Hell, it may not even really be in here. For now, though, this is rated T. This came from a weird obsession with me and shrink rays about a month ago. I guess it's the size kink thing. :)) Although, as I said above, there isn't much hanky panky, just kinda ridiculously sucky situations for our main character.

Warnings for this chapter: Mentioning of interface, but no actual interface. Some language. If the thought of mech on mech bothers you, then you may not want to read this story. There isn't much of it, smut, in this chapter, but there is more to come.

This is Transformers: Animated, btw. I just love that show.

No characters belong to me.

A Little Luck

There was a flash, immense heat, a strange sinking feeling, and dead silence. Megatron onlined his optics, wondering why - especially during a battle - everyone was so quiet. Moments before he had been pummeling that incredibly bothersome little red and blue Autobot. But then there was the flash and the heat and -

Why was he staring up at the little red and blue Autobot?

Megatron felt his systems freeze as he looked down at himself.

He had shrunken. Considerably, for a Decepticon. He was shorter - not much, maybe a head; or perhaps it was too much? - than the little Prime. Megatron looked back up, glad to see the Autobot was just as, if not more, shocked than he was. The grey mech took the opportunity to knock the idiot to the ground; they were still battling after all. Megatron could fight and find out how he had ended up shrinking at the same time, diminished size or not.

Those were his thoughts anyway, until he was grabbed from behind and lifted into the air. He growled before whipping his head back to see who had been so bold as to snatch him.

Unsurprisingly it was the ever idiotic Starscream. Megatron had forgotten the traitor was even there. The slagger had disappeared long enough for everyone, including the ever perceptive leader of the Decepticons, to all but forget about him.

Megatron was starting to wonder, after finally getting his body back after fifty stellar cycles, if today, when he fragging shrunk, was his last.

It was just overly depressing, and he wouldn't put it past Primus to be so cruel.

"Well look what we have here," the seeker cooed. Megatron nearly shot him in the face in that instance but decided to allow the seeker to reach a higher altitude before doing anything too violent. It wouldn't do to have the glitch offlining painlessly.

Not that the glitch could offline permanently with that Allspark fragment embedded happily in his helm...

"Yes," Megatron paused and held up his cannon, inspecting it. The height wasn't as great as he had wanted, but judging by the look in his former second's optics, Starscream was planning something - or had already planned it - and Megatron was not willing to participate in the slightest. "Look what we have here."

So he aimed, charged, and shot his cannon. Starscream wailed in pain and Megatron felt weightless for a moment, watching the seeker fall towards the ground.

Seconds later, he realized he wasn't flying - why wasn't he flying? He couldn't transform. Megatron didn't panic, but he did curse. What had he been hit with? And more importantly, who had hit him with it?

Megatron realized the ground was far closer than he would have liked and actually yelled out, not liking the idea of crashing.

But he did. Maybe he shouldn't have waited for Starscream to fly that high...

Megatron growled, knowing he was damaged before actually feeling anything. He sat up, noting the crater he had created from the human's weak material - concrete or asphalt, he couldn't remember - and realized it wouldn't have mattered what he had landed on, it would have caused some sort of damage. Megatron stiffened when he moved his legs, the pain beginning to form and jolt up his body.

Of course his legs would be what were damaged! The warlord growled, not liking the position he had put himself in. Now he was open to not only the Autobots, but Starscream, who would be stirring shortly.

He tried moving again, but quickly stopped when the pain actually caused him to groan in protest. Where was Lugnut? Or even Blitzwing? They surely wouldn't have run off.

The sound of footfalls made Megatron jump despite himself. He turned around as best he could, seeing a pair of familiar blue pedes. He glared, baring his teeth. The little Prime looked back with a glare of his own, but not quite as venomous; actually, he seemed more confused than anything.

Megatron scooted back as much as he could and held up his cannon when the little Prime stepped closer. He wasn't, or ever would be, defenseless.

"I'd say you were outnumbered." The Autobot was joined by his bumbling band of morons and Megatron actually growled out at them. This could not be happening; where were his men?

He thought about saying something, but decided against it. Instead, he tried to contact Lugnut. The oaf would no doubt come if his leader asked.

"Lugnut." There was no response, but Megatron tried again. "Lugnut respond." Again, nothing. The grey mech sighed, feeling more irritated than anything. Why did nothing ever go his way? What happened to being the big bad Decepticons? Now he was left with complete idiots! Starscream used to be a competent, fierce warrior; now he was just short of being insane, trying to offline him at every opportunity.

It was honestly depressing; especially if that psychopath had been one of his best warriors.

Megatron looked down at his body again, his anger growing every second. What in the Pit had happened?

"Oh, if you're wondering about your friends, they high-tailed it outta here." The little yellow Autobot piped up, his annoying voice almost pushing Megatron past the point of caring. The fool was smirking as if he had done something significant. If anyone had done anything significant it was the coward who had shot him with...whatever they had shot him with.

Unless the little yellow idiot had done the deed. Megatron narrowed his optics at the minibot. Before he could even ask though, a familiar, even smaller figure appeared.

With a strange looking something in his small, gloved hands.

Isaac Sumdac. Of course it had to be Isaac slagging Sumdac.

"I was surprised this actually worked," Sumdac started. Megatron felt his mouth fall open, shock totally taking him. "And so well, I might add."

"He's still pretty big," the yellow minibot said, his smugness faltering. Megatron would have enjoyed it if he wasn't so busy staring at his least favorite human. "I mean, he's almost as big as Bossbot!"

"He's actually a bit shorter," The Prime said, a smirk on his faceplates. Megatron bristled, having gotten over staring at Sumdac. He made it a point to crush him later; maybe have his little pest of a daughter watch...

How had this happened? Who made a shrink-ray? It was absurd! The whole idea was rather ridiculous; why would anyone want to shrink an enemy they could just destroy?

Of course, Megatron was starting to realize fate seemed to not like him, and if he knew his luck, even though he didn't believe in luck but if he did he would have bad luck, then this was not going to end well. Sometimes he wished someone would offline him, just to spare his already taxed nerves.

The Prime was asking Sumdac about the ray; apparently it was a spur of the moment move. Megatron felt his body vibrate with pure rage. "So you had a, uh, shrink-ray just sitting around?"

"Yes," the human said. Megatron hated that voice. "At Sumdac Systems we don't believe in war machines, so...this came out. I was surprised it worked, actually." He paused, looking at Megatron with a smug look.

Megatron was beyond livid. He wanted to rip each and every one of their heads off.

Starting with Sumdac.

"Dad! What happened? What are you all..." The child came running up, her high pitched voice doing nothing but adding to Megatron's fury. She stopped, staring wide-eyed at the fallen Decepticon leader. "Oh."

"Oh man Sari, you should have seen his face when - " The minibot had picked the child up and started retelling what had happened; a warped, idiotic rendition, anyway. Megatron would have at least tried to attack if his legs weren't so damaged. They didn't look too bad, but every time he tried to move them it hurt more than it had any right to.

The Prime held up a pair of stasis cuffs and Megatron groaned. If there was anything worse than being injured, it was being injured in stasis cuffs. He couldn't even walk! Of course, they could just carry him.

Megatron decided he would rather offline himself than let that happen. Now he was small enough for easy carrying.

Megatron was never carried.

"Bulkhead, I need you to help me restrain him as I get these on him." The Prime turned to his medic. "Ratchet, I need you to repair his legs after we get him fully restrained."

Megatron rolled his optics. Why would they repair him? It didn't matter; if they were going to send him off to Cybertron he would surely be put to death for "unfathomable war crimes". It was all a joke really. The Autobots spewed all of that "what is right" nonsense but when it really came down to it they didn't care about anyone but themselves. Earth, for example, was nothing more than a battleground to them.

Not that Megatron particularly gave a slag about the muddy little planet himself. He saw it as the same, but at least he made his intentions clear about it.

As the Autobots descended, Megatron found himself wanting to shoot them out of sheer spite; he had a weapon, and it wouldn't particularly help or hurt this horribly perverse situation…

So he - kind of - aimed and shot. He would more than likely hit someone. It was more of a disrtaction; he opened his comm. link again and sent a quick message. Not an SOS, per se, more of a command of get the slag to my position.

The little Prime dodged easily enough, but the large, green bot didn't. Megatron frowned when he found the shot hadn't hit anything but the ground beneath the idiot's feet, (and no one had answered his comm.). He wasn't exactly aiming, but that was just pitiful.

And then he realized the now much larger Autobot was falling. This wouldn't be too much of a problem if he hadn't been sitting directly underneath said much larger Autobot. Megatron sighed, too shamed, and admittedly tired, to even attempt rescuing himself. What was the point? Sure, getting his body back on a backwater planet was no easy feat, and most would call it a victory, but the constant line of failures after the few and far between wins was starting to wear him down.

Especially someone his age. Sure, there were older bots, but he could probably count them on his servos. And most, if not all, were Autobots. Megatron felt himself literally sag. Was he getting too old? Yes, he wanted Cybertron away from the Autobot imbeciles, but was it worth it when it seemed that only a handful of Decepticons truly cared about the cause?

Megatron felt himself sink lower into himself. Really, what was the point?

"Ratchet!" Megatron jerked his head up at the sudden yell and frowned in confusion. Why wasn't he crushed? He looked up, surprised to see the large green oaf floating in the air mere feet away. He craned his neck, seeing the old medic with his arms outstretched. His magnetic abilities, right. Megatron didn't know he could hold up such a large mech…

"Hurry it up, I can't hold him forever!" Or, maybe not.

"Just a little longer, Ratchet," the Prime said as he started making his way to Megatron. The older mech growled, not liking where this was going. When the Autobot reached out for him he jerked away.

"Oh, come on!" The Prime grabbed Megatron by his hips and jerked him up over his shoulder. It took everything in Megatron's power not to yelp in surprise. The Autobot had them both out of the way just as the old medic couldn't hold the green giant any longer.

"Release me," Megatron ground out. He did everything in his power to ignore the pain shooting up his legs; that was getting difficult, though.

The Prime looked at him, an exasperated sound leaving his vocalizer. "I don't think you're in any position to be telling me what to do."

"I have a cannon to your legs." Megatron wasn't sure how he was going to get away once he was put down, but the thought of being carried around on the obnoxious little Prime's shoulder was enough to make him want to purge.

"Don't make this any more difficult than it has to be."

The world suddenly spun and Megatron actually gasped; which was cut short when his back hit the ground and his gasp turned into a grunt. He glared up at the Autobot, not liking how much bigger he seemed, and raised his cannon again, this time not waiting to be thwarted.

But of course, he was thwarted. Megatron heard the slightest of noises before something sliced off his cannon. Yes, sliced off his cannon from where his arm and the weapon connected. The Decepticon leader froze, watching his weapon fall to the ground, a throwing star lying beside it.

Calling the ninja-bot a fragging ninja-bot was not going to cut it. Megatron knew some Earth words that would describe the little pest perfectly; but Megatron refrained from using them, just for the fact that he was above human slang.

But fuck, he was pissed.

"Good work Prowl."

Megatron wanted to throw a Starscream sized fit. He proceeded to do so until stasis cuffs were wrapped around his wrists. He sighed, feeling his body lock up.

Where was Starscream? The seeker had been eerily non-present. Megatron scanned the area with his optics, since he couldn't move his head, and frowned. This was not a good sign. The glitch was probably waiting until…

…until he was in stasis cuffs.

Megatron cursed when the sound of a jet engine filled the air. There was no way the Autobots were going to undo the cuffs, and even if they did what would he do? Drag himself off? His legs were still damaged - he had no idea how much so due to the lack of comsetic damage - so running, or even flying for that matter, was not an option.

"He's after me," Megatron said. Everyone looked down at him as if he were crazy. He rolled his optics, wishing he had his swords…not that he could use them. Where had they gone, anyway? "Starscream is after me."

"Think you're getting away that easily?" The little yellow bot said, his smirking face causing violent fantasies to erupt in Megatron's processor.

"Fool, he's not - "

"That doesn't matter; he's not getting you." The Prime, along with the rest of the group, glared up at the now approaching seeker. Starscream transformed, his smugness making Megatron's fury double.

"Oh-ho, lord Megatron, what a sad sight this is."

The seeker was awfully calm for being shot in the face not moments ago. It was starting to, even though he wouldn't actually admit it, worry Megatron. He snarled, putting as much hatred into the look as he could.

"You're not getting him, Starscream." The little leader said, his voice sounding far more commanding than he looked. Megatron resisted the urge to tell him to shut up. Starscream was going to get him. As many times the rag-tag Autobot team had thwarted him and his men, and even Starscream, they were against an unbeatable foe.

Megatron's horribly bad luck. He had become a believer in the last five astro-seconds.

So he was going to be dragged off to Pit knew where, where he would then be raped and tortured. He and Starscream had, back when everyone was still sane on his side - or as sane as Decepticons went - interfaced. Regularly. They weren't in love or even particularly intimate, it was just casual and more of a stress relief than anything else. However, as the years went on, and the war, things had changed.

Or, Starscream had changed. Megatron had all but refused any more interaction bewteen them in such a private manner, and the seeker had twisted it into something far more personal than it really was.

Now that Megatron thought about it, he hadn't had an interface since Starscream. He refused to believe it had anything to do with the slagger, though. It wasn't like he was that good in the berth...

So Starscream was undoubtedly going to do something unsavory with a captured, tiny, Megatron. Megatron groaned, not from fear, but utter revulsion.

"Oh please!" Starscream cackled. Megatron wanted to turn off his audio receptors just to not hear that voice; but that would be as foolish as it was tempting. Starscream held up his arms and began firing. The Autobots scrambled, leaving Megatron an easy target.

Predictably.

"Why don't you just offline me and be done with it?" Megatron wasn't particularly worried about being hit; Starscream's aim was terrible. "I'm right here, unable to fight you off."

The jet stopped shooting, momentarily forgetting about the disappeared Autobots. His optics darkened a shade as he looked his former leader up and down in his "new" form. Megatron felt his tanks roil.

"That's exactly why I'm not going to offline you."

Megatron sighed as the jet drew closer. He looked around, pinpointing the little Prime behind a nearby building and the ninja-bot far closer. The large green Autobot hadn't even hid while the medic and small yellow one were nowhere in sight.

Perhaps Sumdac and his brat had been crushed..?

At any rate, Megatron was going to help the Autobots as much as he could - as much as it pained him, he didn't want to know what sort of pain his former, psychotic second in command was going to put him through. The glitch craved dominance, so Megatron being in his current state was probably a dream come true for the seeker. So, as sickening as it was, Megatron was the perfect distraction as the Autobots planned some sort of attack.

Megatron doubted it would work, but he would be damned if he didn't at least try. "You're so predictable, Starscream."

The jet snorted, and Megatron realized he was mere feet away. "Yes, yes. So predictable that you had to put a bounty on my head to catch me? Tsk tsk! Too lazy to do it yourself, my lord?"

Megatron actually bristled. "I have better things to do with my time than chase you around." The seeker was now standing above Megatron, his form that much bigger now that Megatron had shrunk, (and was sitting). It was a strange feeling; Starscream had never made him feel small in any way. But now…

He was going to kill Isaac Sumdac if it was the last thing he did. If the little meat-bag wasn't already dead.

Starscream reached out, aiming to grab Megatron, but a throwing star jammed into his hand just before he could touch anything. He howled in pain, grabbing his hand. Megatron actually smirked, his mood brightened slightly. It was always nice to see Starscream in pain.

Before the seeker could recover from the throwing star, the Prime's grappling line wrapped around his legs, and he fell to the ground. Thankfully he didn't fall on Megatron. The Decepticon leader wasn't sure if he could stand being crushed by Starscream. The psychological damage would probably be irreparable.

"The stasis cuffs!" The Prime yelled. Megatron watched as the ninja-bot appeared, with stasis cuffs in hand, and proceeded to put them on the fallen jet.

But Starscream had other plans. The seeker, with a "mighty" roar, shoved the Autobot off and ripped the cords off his legs. The Prime came flying towards him, his cords having been pulled. The little leader really needed a better way of subduing his opponents…

Megatron's thoughts were interrupted by said little leader slamming into him. There was a moment when Megatron thought he had been knocked unconscious. The feeling of servos wrapping around his waist told him he was fully awake, however. He was lifted into shaky arms and felt the need to purge.

He was being carried, not hoisted over the shoulder but carried. Megatron refused to look at the Prime - that would make the whole thing even more humiliating. He really was too old for this.

"Don't go running off anywhere," the Prime said with a smirk. Oh, the brat's nerve was going to earn him an extra painful deactivation for sure. Megatron put on his most baleful glare before being dropped on the ground and left alone, out of the way. At least he was alone now. He could try to contact Lugnut again. The idiotic Autobots hadn't turned his communications off. Perhaps Primus didn't hate him after all.

"Lugnut," Megatron said with as much authority he could. It wasn't hard, even in his position; he had been through worse. Like being nothing but a head…Megatron was still the Decepticon leader after all, and had been for longer than most bots had been alive.

There was some static at first, but then a booming voice cut through. Megatron would have winced but was still unable to move.

"Lord Megatron! I apologize for not answering you sooner, my lord. I was -"

"That is not important now." Megatron cut in. He didn't have time for Lugnut's ranting. "I am in need of assistance. I trust you will be able to find my location?"

"Yes mighty Megatron!" There was a pause and Megatron groaned. "…uh, I'm sorry my lord, but it seems I cannot find your energy signature."

Before Megatron could reply, another voice cut in. Again, Megatron would have winced had he been able to move.

"Idiot! Look over there!" There was a pause, which gave Megatron enough time to realize the voice belonged to Blitzwing. "Look at all ze pretty explosions! Oo~ooo!"

"Just get over here!" Megatron roared through the comm. It cut off and he felt a little relief. Or, as much relief as Blitzwing and Lugnut could offer anyone. Surely they could fend off the Autobots and Starscream? Perhaps the Autobots would handle Starscream themselves, leaving his men with less of a challenge.

It would seem that fate was picking favorites, however. Megatron heard the sounds of Blitzwing screaming frantically and Lugnut roaring something about his glorious leader before a large explosion cut the large Decepticon off.

Megatron felt a twitch in his right optic, but couldn't get past his rising anger to really care…

tbc


(Can't say when this will be updated. I've been busy, and I have a little more written, but I really don't know when I'll update. I guess I just wanted to see if anyone would read something like this. *shrugs*)