Because Prowl and Megatron didn't leave me alone...
Beta: As always the great and patient Starfire201
Prompt: #1 Challenge: write a flashfic (300 to 500 words) focusing on an interaction between a character of your choice and the leader of the opposite faction. (7th July 2012) tf_speedwriting
Seeing each other again
"So, this is how we see each other again," said Megatron as he came to a stop in front of the prisoner, who was bound to the chair. "I have to admit, I hadn't expected you to fight at the frontlines and then to sacrifice yourself. It's not exactly your kind of move, right?"
The black and white kept silent, but the look he gave the warlord was a reminder of the battlefield and its fierce and dark bloodlust. Megatron smiled.
"My army underestimated you. Shockwave had to analyse the fight four times, until he knew how you defeated Octane and the Lead Trine at the same time. They're all so very embarrassed by this whole ordeal."
Still no answer. The warlord put a hand on the left doorwing, once elegant and proud, now just a shredded and bleeding thing. Nearly lovingly, he caressed the burned edges. The appendage trembled.
"Of course, I could tell them that you are not a civilian, but a warrior frame in its truest sense." The servo hand dipped into the wound and the bound mech moaned. "That your bulky Praxian frame is nothing more than an illusion to hide the extra strength and agility and weapons. That your battle computer doesn't only crunch numbers for the best tactical plan, but enhances your movements and battle awareness to deadly levels with barely any effort. That your intense training and experience alone makes you a most dangerous enemy..."
He found a few cables in the hole and twisted. This time his prisoner choked on a scream. Fresh energon dripped on the floor.
"I wonder if you even feel the pain or if you only act for me."
Megatron stepped around the chair. The Praxian tried to keep him in sight, but failed. Good. He leaned forward until his mouth was next to the audio.
"Did you ever tell your precious Prime that you long for battle? That your claws aren't a last line of defence, but your favourite tool for savage maiming? That beneath your polite cold reputation lies a hot-blooded cruel warrior?"
For a moment the whole mech trembled and his vents exhaled air, then he was still.
"Of course not," whispered Megatron in triumph as he opened the shackles. "Because above else, you're a wonderful liar."
The injured mech moved his arms into a more comfortable situation, but didn't look at his tormentor.
"But for all that I know, I still have one question: Why did you come here, Prowl? You chose to be an Autobot."
And suddenly the tactician turned around on the chair, smoothly as if he didn't even feel the various wounds and grabbed Megatron's throat. The warlord froze.
"Would you believe me if I said I've missed you, creator?"
"No." Megatron grinned. "But welcome back anyway."
Note: The most difficult part was to keep it below 500 words. It forced me to make every word count.
~silber