A/N: Hey, Travie here! First FanFic on this sight in YEARS… I was busy, ya know?

Well, here is the first chappie… I don't know what to said about it, but your back may hurt after reading it.

I can relate, since I had a chronic injury to my shoulder when I fell on it last year playing hardcore tennis. It messed up my elbow, wrist, and shoulder. If I lose my arm I won't be able to type stories waaaa….

Well, just read it, Love it, and Review it

He was getting old, very old. His joints were rusting over, and his pain reliving injections seemed to not be working as well as it used to. He defiantly wasn't the young lord protector he used to be, but he did still have his old gladiator self still with him. But his fraggin' back pain was taking that away from him too!

Why did everything have to happen to him?

"My lord, how is that shoulder of yours doing? I just ordered a stronger pain reliever for you." The local Decpticon Medic in his natural habitat of the medbay hauled his master on the metal coat.

"I can't move it that much at the moment… and I assume you have the stronger medication?" the older one asked, raising his brow.

"No, since we're on this planet, it's harder for the postal system to deliver since it gives such a weak signal on their scanners," his medic informed him.

"Slagit!" he threw his first down, with a grunt of pain, "there has got to be another way!"

The medic sighed, "Lord Megatron, we can do your usual medication; it is still pretty strong…" The medic tried to put his hand on Megatron's shoulder, but received a loud howl of pain, "don't touch that!" he growled.

"Much apologies," the medic bowed and removed his hand, "you may strike me for my actions," he said bracing for a blow at the back of his neck, like where Megatron likes to hit Starscream for his actions.

Megatron was going to hit him, but…

His arm seemed to lose the ability to move.

"I… forgive you for actions… it was a simple mistake," he paused as the medic's eyes widened, "but," he added, allowing the other to relax. Megatron always made catches like this, so now all is normal.

"Only if you give me my medication and get that order here!" He demanded, and the medic quickly

obeyed. He first prepared the painkiller, and injected it to the aching gladiator's shoulder, then sped towards the computers to prepare another order. Megatron then slipped out away from the medbay as the medic continued to find a faster shipping route.

After he left, the medic's subordinate waltzed himself in.

"Knockout," he mumbled.

"Yes, Breakdown?" Knockout turned toward the other.

"We're getting low on pain relievers for Megatron, soon we won't have any more for him," Breakdown sat himself next to Knockout.

"I just ordered some more painkillers, but stronger than the ones we currently have," he paused to turn completely towards Breakdown, "He'll need less of it since it is stronger, and it will last longer," he told him. Breakdown gave him a questionable look, "isn't that… Expensive?" he asked, "I mean – we're Decpticons, but we don't have all the credits in the known Universe," he said, eyeing him. Knockout chuckled, "oh, Breakdown, yes, it is expensive, but it's cheaper than what we have to constantly buy now," Knockout smirked.

Breakdown sighed, "fine, I suppose you're right…" he leaned back in his chair, "poor Megs, in all that pain all the time," he paused, "you gotta feel a little sorry for the fragger," he yawned.

"Yeah," Knockout nodded, "he's not the warlord he used to be in the old days," Knockout finished his urgent message to the postal system.

Breakdown looked at the screen, "urgent message? Is he that bad now?" He asked the medic. Knockout looked back at Breakdown, "I'm worried for the guy, I just hope we can ease the pain with this new painkiller," he said gravely. Breakdown put his hand on the other's shoulder, "I've never known you to have any sort of love towards Megatron," Breakdown let the small mech lean on him.

"I only pretend to hate him around Starscream, since he still thinks I'm his second in command," he sighed, "Breakdown…"

"Hm?" Breakdown gave a characteristic grunt.

"I can't imagine myself being that old, all the dents and scratches on my body…" he shuddered at the thought.
"I'll be frank, as much as you buffet yourself you probably wouldn't even have a single scratch by the time you're his age," Breakdown chuckled. Knockout pouted, "I don't to it that much!"

"Sure you don't," Breakdown rolled his optics. There was a silence, but both mechs started laughing, even though there really wasn't a joke at all. They stopped when Megatron's third in command, Soundwave, entered the room. The tape recorder stood directed in front of them and replayed the message from their superior, "Do you have the order and is it sent?" Megatron's vocals spoke through Soundwave's speakers. Knockout replied to the message, "yes, my lord, they will be here shortly."

Then Soundwave turned back around and walked back out of the medbay, leaving an awkward silence behind him as Knockout just realized that he was on Breakdown's lap when he gave the message.

He had to get stronger again, he just had to. Yes, the whole dark energon thing was a bad idea, but he was a desperate mech. Well, he was still a desperate mech, but most of his plans have failed by either poor execution by his second in command, or simply things got out of hand.

So now, he decided to train himself to his youth, which, frankly, he didn't think that would work either. But has the squishes say that reap this planet, 'no harm in trying.'

He developed a routine in his training.

Punch a rock

Brood

Punch a rock

Brood

Punch, brood, punch, brood, punch… and brood.

There wasn't much else to train with other than a bunch of rocks. Lots and lots of rocks. And what do you do with useless rocks? You punch them, of course!

Well, to Megatron's understanding at least…

Punch, brood, punch, brood, nothing is working!

He doesn't feel any different than the last time he tried to get stronger! Why was nothing working!

"NO!" he gave the rock on last punch, which caused an avalanche of many different rocks.

Great work, Megatron, you really did it this time.

So, to sum it all up, he was stuck under these blasted rocks. This hasn't been the first time; usually he can get out of situation like this. But that blasted back pain emerged in his right shoulder and he couldn't move without a scream of pain of some sort. All he could do now was sit and wait… and wait… and wait...

It was one of those moments where the squishes might say, 'now what?'

And that's exactly what Megatron said, "now what?"

Well, He sighed, I could wait for some compassionate Autobot to save me and I could kill them… if my arm would work, or I could wait for Starscream to humiliate me for megacycles on end…

Either way, both possibilities were going to happen… somehow, at least.

So all he could do is wait to be saved by someone. Waiting was indeed not Megatron's forte, he didn't like to just sit there and do absolutely nothing at all. It was boring and really painful since a rather heavy rock had landed on his shoulder, causing the once burning pain to become absolutely horrible.

He bit his lip to keep himself from crying out, but when he would accidently move his shoulder the wrong way, the rock dug a little deeper into him. He would yelp, not a loud yelp, but mech tears were streaming down his face. He couldn't take much more of this, even though he was the high and mighty Decpticon leader.

"Help will come soon, I'm sure…" he would whisper to himself.

But minutes turned into hours and hours turned into days (or seemed to be days).

No one, absolutely no one at all.

"Hello?"

He heard something, not a squishy but a… a mech?

"Are you okay?"

He recognized the voice… a voice that he was supposed to hate, but he had to take his chances.

"Help me," Megatron's gruff voice was muffled by the rocks. The other mech seemed to hear him despite the fact that rocks were now pouring down his throat. He felt relief on his legs, then his torso, his aching shoulders and then he was now able to cough the rocks back out of his intake valves. The other mech looked at him, his optics wide in the look that he recognized as 'why-the-frag-did-I-just-help-this-guy.'

"Megatron…?" was all he could say in pure disbelief.

"Optimus," he answered, "never though you would be the mech that would get me out of that mess," he got up, avoiding his shoulder. His optics met with the Autobot's, red optics met a light blue.

"Never thought I would either," he answered him, narrowing those bright blue optics that were staring at him so menacingly. Megatron straightened up his back, appearing taller than the younger mech, "hm, I see we've come to an agreement for once," Megatron smirked. Optimus only crinkled his face, "yes, it seems we have," he growled.

"You've seemed to become more mechly since I first met you, Optimus," he put his smooth operator persona on.

"I admit I was very native when I first met you, Megatron…" he paused, "you tricked me that day," he sneered.

"I never tricked you, I still have those same ideals that I did when I still went under my old name," he said casually, "you must understand what it was you who betrayed me, turning you back on me when I needed your support ," he returned the sneer, allowing his persona to slip ever so slightly.

"Ppfft," the Autobot blew air though his lips, "I'm sure you needed me," he said with a sarcastic manner. Megatron felt something in his spark seem to hitch at the comment, "I did, but I doubt you blind Autobots could even try understand what I've done," Megatron huffed. Optimus crossed his arms, "I understand that all you want is to take over, and that's what it was at the beginning anyway," Optimus kept his sneer on his face.

"You…" Megatron chuckled, "you really have no idea, do you?" he said, "of course, Autobots are notorious of their habit of being ignorant of the underclass like me," he smirked.

"I am not ignorant! I feel for them, all of them!" Optimus defended himself. Megatron's smirked disappeared again, "I never said you were," Megatron told him.

Optimus stopped talking for a second to really look at Megatron. He was much different than he used to be, he had lost all his mechling playfulness that he was attracted to while he was still Orion. But he was not Orion anymore, not a mechling anymore either. They were both mechs now, very powerful mechs. Mechs that inspired people to fight against each other, both knowing that fighting would get them nowhere, but that was how everything worked. One shall stand, one shall fall, and that's how it worked, right?

Secretly, Optimus didn't think so.

"Then what am I to you?" He whispered, looking downward at his feet.

"A fallen comrade," Megatron told him, "now let's go our own ways, neither of us are in any shape to fight," he stiffened up, turning away from the other mech.

"Megatron," Optimus called after him. Megatron turned back toward the other; "hm?" he made a questioning grunting noise.

"So do I, you," the Autobot said, looking at him strait in the optics. Megatron gave a small nod and turned back toward his ship, while Optimus turned to the opposite direction.

Yeah, I tried to make it light hearted at some parts but then rather deeper parts within it.

YAYY KNOCKOUTXBREAKDOWN. You may accuse me of making Knockout a bit OOC but I think he has his little deep moments. God I love the couple, I don't see much of them at all though…

No screamer yet, but you'll hear a lot of him!

SO yeah, I hope you enjoyed and don't be shy to the review button, I know you want too…

~Travie